Chloe is my gym partner. She’s also my girlfriend of almost 2 years. We go to the gym 4-5 times a week and she is ripped. I’m talking no body fat and taut muscle from head to toe, but she’s not bulky. She prefers to keep her feminine curves, striking the perfect balance between sexy and fit.
She loves to flaunt her muscles too. She only wears sports bras and spandex to the gym. She says she does it to turn me on. It does. But I can tell she also likes to watch her muscle get a pump when we’re working out.
Chloe and me weren’t always so gym obsessed. It was more than a year ago that “the incident” happened. We had only been dating a few months at the time and she made a surprise visit to my apartment. Let’s just say that I’m not the first and certainly not the last guy to get caught jerking off.
At first I thought she’d be creeped out by it, but it actually turned her on! She took over the computer and started looking through my video history. She wanted to see my type. It didn’t take her long to notice a common theme. Fit, muscular women. Not FBB or anything, but the types of bodies you earned in the gym and in the kitchen.
There was a long pause after she skimmed through the 3rd or 4th video. I remember thinking this is the end. If the porn didn’t do it, this would. She’s not going to be into it. Goodbye Chloe.
But instead, she turned to me and said “let’s do it.”
“Do what,” I said playing dumb.
“Let’s get bodies like that.”
She was pointing at the fit couple on computer screen.
“Don’t think I haven't noticed how much attention you give my abs,” she said as she playfully lifted the bottom of her shirt up a few inches revealing her navel and the bottom of her flat tummy.
I was starting to get a hard on. This whole situation was a fantasy.
“You can work me as hard as you want,” she continued in an even more playful voice. “Let’s start now...”
She pulled the rest of her shirt off and got on top of me. What happened next wasn’t a workout so it speak, but I swear we’ve never fucked harder.
And that's how it all got started. We were working out together, eating clean together and watching our bodies transform together. It all started as my fetish, but before long she was hooked. An official fitness freak, obsessed with making gains.
Fast forward to today and her body was almost unrecognizable, marked by paper thin skin and snaking veins. My favorites were the ones that climbed up her forearms, consolidating into thick, protruding lines running over her small, but firm biceps.
I could watch her do dumbbell curls for hours. The bulges expanding and contracting as she lifted and lowered the weights. At the end of her set, she would hold the curl mid way until her arms gave out. It was only 15 to 20 seconds, but it was beautiful. Her little biceps pumped up. The veins across her arms jacked, some even appearing on her neck as her body strained to keep up the weight. Her abs fully engaged by her panting breaths.
Speaking of her abs, there was nothing faint about them anymore. My obsession with them had turned into her own. She was absolutely ruthless when it came to her stomach, torturing and sculpting her abs through diet and exercise.
Unflexed, her midsection was as hard as concrete with 6 elevated bumps stacked in two columns running from her navel up to her boobs. There was noticeable definition below her bellybutton as well. Two more bumps imprinted between her pronounced hip bones and just about even with her waistline that tapered fast toward her crotch.
The elusive 8 pack a recent development over the last few weeks, a testament to her consistent pursuit of perfection. It solidified her ripped midriff as the pride and joy of her body and that was backed up by the fact that she barely covered it with any article of clothing.
In this relaxed state, what was most distinctive about her abs were the ripples and striations. It was a lean, fit look. Sinewy muscle that animated with her movements. The irregular squiggles of her obliques on either side of her washboard abs adding to the immense feeling of shredded vascularity. Altogether, it looked like armored plating covering the entire width and length of her mid-torso. You could poke and prod for hours and not find a soft spot.
Just like her forearms, there were a forest of veins spread across her lower waist in the area between her belly button and her crotch. Most of them concealed by her spandex. A special treat for me anytime she got undressed. A few escaped from the hidden network of vascularity, jutting out across her abdominal wall like rivers running over and around mountains. It added yet another dimension to her already apparent fitness, accentuating the contours of her ripped physique.
Any doubt of her 8 pack was discredited as soon as she flexed. The topography of her stomach springing to life in unison. The muscles swelling from the increased tension, trading in their athletic, toned look for something a bit more strapping and beefy. The peaks and valleys more pronounced than before.
It seemed like the crevices between the muscles deepened the harder she crunched. None more than her ab crack, as she liked to call it, running down the center. It was as wide as it was deep. A clear delineation between the two stacks of bulging muscle lining her midsection. I figured it was from her intense workouts, but she reassured me it was just genetics.
Sitting hidden at the bottom of this deep channel was her bellybutton. It was an distinctive outie. It had become more pronounced over the last few months as her body fat dropped. The edges sticking out in bold relief to the rest of the valley surrounding it. The lower lip of her navel protruding a bit more than the rest. Just enough to collect whatever drops of sweat that happened to make it through the maze of her abs.
So that’s my girlfriend in a nutshell. I can’t wait to tell you about how hard she trains next
