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Female Muscle Art - Female Muscle Fiction => Muscular Women Fiction => Topic started by: lardbutt on April 21, 2023, 06:40:10 am
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I was 21 back at home after my senior year of college, when I got a text from my friend Ricky begging me to visit him in Houston. Even though we lived in different states, he would always fly up to Ohio a few times a year just to see me and hangout. It had been 4 years since I actually visited him and his family down South, and I was excited to finally go there myself.
Even though I knew there was no set plan, we never needed specific events to have fun. Just spending the hot summer days outside, chatting, and playing sports until it was dark was exactly what we both had in mind as broke college students. We could play basketball and football for days and never grow bored. We had both been in track since middle school so while we had significant endurance, both of us were the picture of scrawny. I was 5'9 and stuck at 120lbs since I was 15. Ricky was 5'7 and told me he had been going to the gym a little. While I noticed he was a bit bigger than me the last time we met, he couldn't have been more than 135. Both of us commonly got mistaken for still looking like we were just entering high school.
It was the day of the flight, and I got a text from Ricky telling me that he and his dad were going to pick me up. His grandfather had some serious health problems the past few years, and his mom had been away from the family the past year and a half caring for him overseas. His sister had just started college across the country and would only be back the last week of the trip to see me. It was a bummer that I wouldn't be able to see either of them after all this time, but I knew this was going to be a great vacation regardless.
Ricky and his dad surprised me by treating me to dinner after they picked me up, and my time in Houston was already off to an excellent start. Unfortunately, Ricky’s father told me this was the only time I was going to be able to see him as he had a 8 week business trip to Mexico starting tomorrow. I appreciated his kind gesture of at least meeting me before he left, but I told him how unfortunate it was that I wouldn’t get to spend any time with him after such a long gap. He apologized again about the unfortunate circumstances but then chuckled and said, “I forgot to say but at least Ricky’s mom is coming back tomorrow and once you see her again, you’ll forget all about me”.
I didn’t really understand what he meant, but I looked over at Ricky and he was clearly getting a bit uncomfortable. I nonchalantly moved onto talking about the Rockets woes to ease some of the tension, but I definitely knew something was up.
It was the next morning, and we said goodbye to Ricky’s Dad who gave us each $500 to spend over the next few weeks knowing how broke we are. This reminded me again how loving and awesome Ricky’s family was and how excited I was to finally enjoy a vacation after such a grueling semester of college.
Ricky’s mom wasn’t flying in until 5pm, so we had the entire afternoon to ourselves.
We immediately went outside and played basketball for a couple of hours until we were quite literally burning from the scorching Texan sun. After we went inside and got some water, I finally decided to press him on last night.
“What did your dad mean by the comment yesterday”
Ricky looked down and quietly said, “she’s changed a lot man, and I haven’t even seen her these past 6 months. Who knows if she’s still the same?”
This just brought more questions from me.
“What do you mean changed? Like personality? Is she not feeling well?”
R - “No no, it’s nothing like that. She is still the same amazing mom I’ve always had, always caring and brimming with joy…..I mean she’s physically changed”
Ricky took a deep breath, looked at me seriously and went on.
“We didn’t tell anyone but about 3 years ago, Mom signed up for some experimental treatment wanting to lose some fat and just get a bit more fit to manage her health.
She started taking these pills everyday and going to the gym religiously to see her goals through. While she definitely lost weight, what was more surprising was she actually was getting taller as well.
You know how she was always complaining how short she was not being able to reach anything or fit into proper clothes, well she eventually became the same height as Dad.
But what was really concerning was how much weight she was losing in the process as well. In just under a year, she went from like 5’1 and 130 to 5’6 and 105.
She looked awful and had no energy. Her iron levels started dropping and she just didn’t get out of bed at all for days. After a year, she finally stopped taking the pills and finally started getting her energy back.
We were all so happy to see her healthy again, but the craziest part was she just doubled down going to the gym again.
She went to visit grandpa, and when he got sick, she had to stay and take care of him. She flew back for a week about 6 months ago and when we all saw her, we couldn’t believe that was our mom.
She looked really big, like twice the size of dad, and was probably taller than his 5’7 height as well at that point. She told us the doctors said she would probably hit 5’9 as her terminal height, and there might still be some other changes as well, but it would all stop around now or so.
She was so energetic and happy that week, and hopeful that the next time she would come back, she wouldn’t leave again.
I really missed her man, I only got to see her for a week over the past 2 years so when I saw how she looked, it almost felt like this was a completely different person even though I knew it was her. It’s why I’ve been so nervous to actually talk about her.”
I was silent the entire time, but stunned with what I heard. I always had a crush on Ms.Jenny but now I had to meet her. She was always so energetic and filled with joy that it was easy to overlook her slightly overweight mom bod, and focus on her dazzling smile and inner beauty. She always made sure I felt like part of the family and did everything she could to help me out when I was younger. And now adding to the fact that I loved thick, muscular women ever since I saw our girl’s shot put team made talking to her a #1 priority. Hopefully with Ricky missing her as well, she could join us going to the movies, and all other fun activities.
It was almost 2 hours after the flight was supposed to arrive and Ms.Jenny still wasn’t back. We were getting concerned about her delay, and were walking towards Ricky’s car when we saw her car parked on the side of the street. We saw the kitchen lights turn on in the house behind us and realized she must’ve just walked in while we left through the garage.
We went to the kitchen, and while all her suitcases and luggage were there, she was nowhere to be found. Ever the practical jokester, we both knew she was probably hiding trying to scare us like when we were 5 years old.
We surveyed the house and found no trace of Ms.Jenny, and decided to just call it quits and head back to the living room to watch some TV. We were too old for these games. Just as we were both about to sit on the sofa, the lights turned off and heavy thunderclaps of footsteps rapidly approached us.
Ricky and I were both suddenly lifted by 2 arms the size of our waist, dangling a foot off the ground. The grip wasn’t tight, but intimate and secure. My back was resting on what I could only describe as the softest pillow in the world. Looking down were 2 tree trunk legs that stretched what was likely XXL sweatpants to its seams. I was involuntarily getting hard, but thankful that this monstrous forearm was holding me underneath my elbows instead of lower. My arms flailing around accidently reached around and touched a cannonball of an ass that was absolutely emanating heat even through the thick sweatpants. Precum was already oozing out of my dick, and this trip was about to be over before it even started.
“Wow you guys haven’t changed a bit! When are you going to put on some weight!”
Ms.Jenny’s full bellied laugh shook the room, unknowing the effect she had on me.
Ricky and I were gently put down, and as we turned around, the focal point of my trip was beaming in front of me.
To be continued...
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This looks to be the beginning of a great story. Well done. I can't wait to read more about this trip.
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Great start, keep it up!
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Looking forward to more!!
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Great start! Sounds like it'll be quite the change around the household.
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Please continue! Can't wait for the next update!
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Both our jaws dropped seeing this massive woman in front of us. There was no way Ms.Jenny was just 5’9, as she was at least a head taller than either of us. Even though she was wearing some baggy gray clothing, her enormous feminine figure was clearly outlined.
The “oversized” sweatshirt looked like it was glued onto her, with each muscle straining against it. Her wide shoulders and beefy arms completely filled the sleeves. The I <3 NY logo was stretched taut against her chest, which was amply filled, and you could see her nipples poking out even through the heavy material. Her sweatpants were similarly maximally stretched, barely containing her mammoth quads and tremendous butt.
“Mom…..just how big are you now?” - Ricky asked, his voice almost trembling.
Ms.Jenny sweetly smiled, unrolled her sleeves and flexed the most gargantuan biceps I had ever seen. It was probably double….no triple the size of mine, with a mound of muscle that was bigger than my thigh.
She then walked up, filled the space in front of us and nonchalantly said, “Yeah I’ve grown a little bigger now that I’m taking my health seriously again”.
We both knew she wasn’t joking or trying to boast, that’s just the way Ms.Jenny always talked. Humble and direct. Ricky and I both glanced at each other knowing how much of an underestimation that was.
Ms.Jenny, knowing something was amiss, looked at us lovingly with those beautiful eyes and said “underneath all this fat (yeah right…) I’m still your mom. While I might physically look different, I am just so happy to be back and spend time with you guys again. I missed both of you so much”
Ms.Jenny leaped forward, and crushed us in an affectionate bearhug that lifted us off the ground again. While my dick was ready to explode, I looked over at Ricky and he was just happy to have his mom back in his life.
“Mom, you got pretty strong now. Now you finally might be able to keep pace with me and Danny” Ricky joked.
“You look huge Ms.Jenny. You might have to teach Ricky and I a thing or two” I quipped.
“Maybe you guys can join me in the gym sometime” she laughed.....It had been years since I had gone, not that you couldn’t tell. As she put us down, we headed over to the living room to catch up and celebrate Ms.Jenny finally being part of the family again.
Ricky and I kept asking her measurements and PR maxes, but Ms.Jenny politely declined our questions every time. She said she only changed her body to get healthy and didn’t care about hitting or tracking her progress in such a technical way. Even as we kept pressing her, she didn’t budge about any of our requests, until I suggested armwrestling. This must’ve piqued her interest as Ms.Jenny mischievously said, “yeah I’ll arm wrestle both of you at once” .
It was finally time to see how strong she was. We cleared the table, with Ms.Jenny on one side, and me and Ricky on the other. Ricky and I put out our toothpick arms, while Ms.Jenny obliviously humbled us with her gigantic biceps. We both gulped and looked at her angelic face.
“I know my arm might look bigger, but everyone knows armwrestling is about form and technique.” Even though we knew we couldn’t hold a candle to Mrs.Jenny’s monstrous arm, her kind comment gave us the motivation to try and win.
Ricky counted us down, and while we both immediately started pushing with all our might, Ms.Jenny was distracted by the TV and instinctively started pushing our arms down as if there was nothing but air. It was only Ricky’s audible grunts that alerted her we had actually started, and she immediately got embarrassed, and returned our arms to the neutral position. For a few seconds she acted like she was really trying, until astoundingly, she actually started bringing her own arm down so it looked like we were winning. Her vice grip had both of our arms locked, so whatever the result would be was exactly her doing. She feigned like this was continuing to be challenging, until she purposefully decided to lose by bringing herself down to the table with a boom. Even as she chose to lose, her vice grip made our hands writhe in pain, and Ricky yelped, “Mom, there’s no way we could’ve won that. You don’t have to go easy on us, we’re grown men.”
Ms.Jenny smiled again and adoringly said, “You’re right, but that doesn’t mean I need to boast in front of you. Once you guys start training and getting stronger, we’ll have a rematch where I’ll try much harder. But from what I can tell, you guys are a lot stronger than before,“ she said lying through her teeth. This woman didn’t even feel our combined 100% effort, and it was only when she saw how much we were trying she even realized the match had started.
“I’ll have to train extra hard to keep up with you guys from now on”.
God, she was just so nice and kind. My dick was at full mast begging to get release.
Ricky smiled, hugged his mom, and said he was going up to his room to watch a movie. I told him to give me a second and started gathering my things to head upstairs. Checking the time, Ms.Jenny went to the counter and poured herself a massive vanilla protein shake. As she hungrily guzzled it down from the blender, a few splotches hit her sweatshirt and left her with a cum stained looking mustache. I just stood there stunned and my cock got rock hard.
I had to say something to her or I wouldn’t be able to sleep the entire night.
“Ms.Jenny I’m so glad I got to see you after all these years, and you’re still the same loving and good-natured mom you’ve always been. I hope we can all spend some quality time together this trip, as I’ve missed seeing you just as much as everyone else.”
Ms.Jenny beamed at me, put her hand on her heart, and scooped me up in her arms like a kid. She lifted me up until I almost hit the ceiling and said, “Danny, you’ve always been a second son in this family and I’m going to make sure you never leave”. She warmly sighed, and started swaying us around as if we were dancing. My dick, now nestled between her soft, plush breasts, finally started erupting streams of hot cum. Being in her arms like this felt like ecstasy and I groaned with pleasure. Ms.Jenny the entire time had her eyes closed singing and dancing when she realized there was a wet feeling on her chest. She quickly set me down and inspected the skid mark on her sweatshirt.
It was over. I was caught and ashamed of what was going to happen next.
“Darn, sorry Danny, it looks like I spilled the shake all over me. Take off your shirt, and I’ll give it back to you after I do laundry tomorrow morning””
I was always self conscious being topless in front of Ms.Jenny back in the day, but now after what had just transpired, and her being a literal amazon, I was downright red.
“Uhh, it’s no big deal, I can just give it to you tomorrow.” I said, trying to scurry off.
Ms.Jenny reached out with her long muscular arm, and her vice grip stopped me in my tracks.
“No Danny, I’m going to throw my sweater in the wash now too. I don’t want to wait until tomorrow.”
I sighed, reluctantly took off my size Small t-shirt, showing my bony and skinny body, and gave it to her. She, in turn took off her XXL sweater, and was wearing a skin tight blouse underneath accentuating her beautiful upper body.
“See that wasn’t so bad” she sweetly smiled, and walked towards the laundry room.
Each step she took made it seem like the ground was shaking, and her thighs stretched her sweatpants to the max with each step. Her butt looked like 2 gigantic bowling balls swaying back and forth, stretching the polyester fabric to its seams. I ogled her ass the entire walk, and for a second, was in minor disbelief that a person this sexy could exist.
Ricky called me up again to come upstairs and snapped me out of my trance with 2 lasting thoughts :
I had to spend as much time with Ms.Jenny this trip as possible.
I need to wear multiple layers of underwear
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Great story! Well written. I can’t wait to see where you take it.
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It was the next day and the entire night all I could think about was Ms.Jenny. I had to be able to control myself around her or my friendship with Ricky and his family would be over. As me and Ricky groggily woke up at the bright hour of 1PM, we sleepily made our way downstairs as we could smell the delicious breakfast Ms.Jenny was cooking.
Although Ms.Jenny was just in a plain white t-shirt, even its XXL size could not hide her stacked bosom, and bodybuilder physique. While Ms.Jenny wasn’t as shredded as in season competitors, the tiny layer of fat she had gave her entire body a thick and feminine look while still highlighting her gargantuan strength and mounds of muscle. She looked like a super sized version of Ranya Dally or Jessica Sestrem. The smell of bacon and eggs wafted through the air and Ricky and I hungrily sat down awaiting our food.
Looking at us in our t-shirts and underwear, Ms.Jenny chuckled and said, “Boys, it’s already 1PM and you’re just now waking up. No wonder you guys are so skinny, you’ve already missed your first meal of the day!”
And then the first surprise of the day unfolded. Ms.Jenny brought a humongous platter of food with a dozen eggs, over 2lbs of bacon, and an entire gallon of milk over to the table. Ricky and I looked at each other quizzically and watched Ms.Jenny nonchalantly take her seat. I looked at the mountain of meat and protein in front of me, and gulped with hesitation. "I know we missed a meal, and you want us to get bigger, but there is no way me and Ricky are going to be able to eat all of this".
Ms.Jenny, looking surprised initially, patted our heads and laughed. "Hahaha, I know that. This is for ME. I’ve got to keep my schedule. It’s 1PM and that means it's my second breakfast. Your food’s on the counter.” Both are jaws collectively dropped. This was enough food to feed a family and this was HER SECOND BREAKFAST?! Ms.Jenny must’ve sensed our thoughts as she happily hit a double biceps pose. Huge, rounded masses of muscle burst out of her arms, and my dick sprang to life as I ogled her huge, powerful body.
“Got to FEED THE BEAST!” she exclaimed.
“Mom you’re HUGE!”, Ricky croaked out.
“Those are the biggest biceps I’ve ever seen!”, I shrieked.
“Haha, they’re not too bad, but I still plan on getting even bigger and stronger”, she humbly said.
“C-Can I uhh…… can I feel them?” I squeaked
“Of Course!”, Ms.Jenny beamed at me and moved her mountainous arms near me and Ricky.
Even with both my hands, I couldn’t even wrap them around half her biceps. I tried to press down but there was no give, and each time Ms.Jenny flexed and unflexed them, my fingers got pushed away. Ricky was having the same experience on his end just marveling at these killer arms.
Ms.Jenny slowly withdrew her arms away and brightly said, “Ok now I feel embarrassed. Let me feel your arms as well!”
Ricky and I reluctantly rolled up our sleeves and, try as we might, flexed as much as we could from our twig arms. Ms.Jenny gently caressed them with her big hands and warmly said,
“Wow both you guys have the foundation for some real muscles. I can’t wait to see what they look like with a little bit of training. You guys are going to get bigger than me in no time!”.
There was no chance that was ever going to happen. Even though she obviously knew she was far beyond us, that didn’t make us any less in her eyes. She loved us no matter what we looked like.
Ricky and I beamed at her, and walked over to the counter to eat our sensibly portioned breakfast. Ms.Jenny was always a great cook and the food tasted amazing. Ms.Jenny meanwhile was ferociously devouring her protein and sloppily chugging the milk jug. Creamy, white liquid was spraying everywhere across her body, and bacon bits were stuck to her teeth. Her animalistic devouring was turning me on, and I had to remind myself to stay in control. When she finished eating, she looked over at us, let out a huge belch, giggled, and patted her large stomach. Ricky rolled his eyes and complained, “Mom, you’re such a messy eater…”
“Haha, sorry I know. I’ll clean this up”, she laughed and walked towards the counter. This gave me a great idea.
“Ms.Jenny, how about we play a game? If I win, you give us your measurements after we asked you so many times yesterday. If you win, Ricky and I will do all the dishes!”
Ricky looked at me and griped, “Look man, I wanna know big Mom is too, but I don’t care enough to do the dishes…”
Ms.Jenny immediately perked up and said “Deal! That offer is too good to refuse. Just warning you guys though, I eat a lot and there’s a lot of dishes!”. We glanced over at the sink overflowing with plates and knew we had to win.
“So what’s the game Danny? Don’t underestimate me just because I’m old!” she chirped.
I knew how much Ms.Jenny loved chess, and I had started grinding it since I got to college so I thought this was the most fair challenge.
“How about a best of 3 in chess? I know you used to play it all the time with us when we were kids so I thought it would be a nice throwback.”
“Sounds perfect! I love how you remember that. It’s going to be so fun playing with you guys again!”
Ricky brought down his chess board and we agreed that I should play since I had been training a lot for the past few years. We all moved to the living room table, and Ms.Jenny offered me her large hand. I thought she was going to do some pre-game intimidation by crushing my hand, but she gently shaked it and sweetly said, “Good luck!”.
The first game took 15 minutes, and I managed to win after Ms.Jenny made a blunder leaving her queen forked. She was initially disappointed, but warmly congratulated me a second after.
“Great game Danny! That was a hard one to lose!”
The second game took 20 minutes, and Ms.Jenny immediately started with a brand new opening I didn’t know. I initially only lost a pawn, but as the game went on, the real problem was her control on the center of the board. I tried my best to adapt, but she slowly ground me down until it was an obviously winning king and pawn endgame for her. I resigned and paid the compliment back to her.
“Wow Ms.Jenny, I’ve never seen that before. I thought being down a pawn was ok, but your control of the board was more impressive. I had no chance in that endgame.”
Ms.Jenny looked at me with some uneasiness and said, “Oh you didn’t know that opening? You should’ve just told me, I wouldn’t have played that line then. That wasn’t fair to you.”
I was kind of surprised and said, “Ms.Jenny, that’s the point of the game. You fairly won by exploiting my weakness. There’s no shame in that”.
Ms.Jenny pondered for a moment and said, “Still, I knew I had a clear advantage, I guess I shouldn’t have tried to go so hard….”
The third game took over an hour, and Ricky fell asleep halfway through. Ms.Jenny had the white pieces again but went with a standard opening we both knew. She really wanted to win with no advantages. Eventually it became a drawish endgame with just pawns and the kings on the board. We were both making no progress, but kept trying to grind out a win. Ricky eventually woke up and complained about how long the match was taking.
Ms.Jenny the first time this trip irately snapped back, “shush Ricky, Momma’s thinking right now”. I guess that comment got to her as she hastily moved her pawn up which was a huge blunder. We both instantly recognized her wrong decision, and I offered to let her take it back.
Ms.Jenny warmly smiled at me and said, “No Danny. That was my mistake. I need to get better composure. Go ahead and capture the pawn”. I reluctantly took the pawn, and we both made a few more moves speedrunning to the end result. My king infiltrated her position and took the rest of the pawns, until I was able to make a Queen with one of my own. In a show of humility, Ms Jenny, instead of resigning, goaded me to go on until I checkmated her. She excitedly smiled at me again, lifted my skinny arm up with her paw and proclaimed, “Congratulations! Danny wins the series!”. Ricky rushed up behind me yelling with glee as the match was finally over. “You’re the fucking man Danny! Thank God I don’t have to do any dishes. I don’t even care about Mom’s measurements anymore”
“Oh that’s right, I was supposed to tell you that….” Ms.Jenny chuckled. “Well if you must know, I’m 6’5, 260 lbs, my biceps are 20”, 54” back, 18” calves, and my thighs are around 30”. I hope these numbers mean something to you, as I certainly don’t care about them” she exasperated.
Ricky and I were both gawking at these stats until Ricky quietly mumbled about something upstairs and ran off. He returned with a weight scale and measuring tape and told us to get ready. Ricky weighed 133 lbs. Ms.Jenny smiled and said, “that’s 3lbs more than you were last year! I’m proud of you!”. He then asked her to measure his bicep and it came out to 10”. She must’ve been a little shocked at how small it was, but still complimented him by telling him it was bigger than last year.
“Danny, your turn. Just trust me, Once you get on, you’ll realize what it is.” Ricky solemnly said.
I sighed and stepped onto the scale. I figured that I was still a bit bigger than Ricky, if that was any consolation. The scale only went up to 127lbs. Damn 4 pounds lighter than him. Ms.Jenny audibly gasped but immediately smiled at me when I looked up to her. Ricky then asked me to flex and measure my arm. It was 10”. At least it was the same size as Ricky’s. If I ate a bit more, I knew I could easily catch up to him again.
“Ricky, what’s so surprising about this?” I wondered.
“I’ll show you. Mom, let’s just verify your results. Get on the scale please.” Ricky ordered.
Ms.Jenny humbly complied even though her size 15 feet hung off the edges. The scale slowly went up until it hit exactly 260 lbs. Ms.Jenny was so big and sexy I thought.
“Mom, flex your arm” Ricky commanded. Even after seeing it multiple times, watching Ms.Jenny flex never got old. Seeing the enormous mound of muscle shoot up like a rocket instantly made me sport a half chub. Ricky carefully measured her arm, having to wrap his arm under her to get the accurate number. Like she said, it was 20”. For a second, I still didn’t understand what was happening and neither did Ms.Jenny until it both suddenly dawned on us. My heart dropped, while Ms.Jenny let out a gigantic bellow.
“HAHAHA, THAT’S FUNNY! YOU GUYS PUT TOGETHER ARE EXACTLY HOW MUCH I WEIGH!” Ms.Jenny had a riot laughing to herself, not realizing how small and weak Ricky and I felt.
“Not only that Mom, but both our arms are half the size of yours! And now that I think about it, we’re both 21, and you just turned 42 which makes exactly half your size in every way!” Ricky squeaked.
Ms.Jenny stopped laughing for a second, grinned mischievously and menacingly approached us trying to look as intimidating as possible. She kept stomping towards us, backing us into a corner, until her giant frame was all we could see. She took a deep breath, stared at both us, and hit the most monstrous, Most Muscular pose I had ever seen. This would’ve immediately won gold at the IFBB world championship and she emphatically shouted, “Y’ALL BETTER NOT MESS WITH MAMA!”. She then kissed both of her titanic arms, smacked her tree trunk quads making them jiggle, and started laughing as if this were the funniest thing ever. Meanwhile, Ricky and I nearly pissed our pants and were cowering down at the floor, terrified of what we just witnessed. This 6’5 260lb. Behemoth could literally snap us like twigs whenever she felt like it. We felt an immense aura of intimidation standing next to this amazon.
It took Ms.Jenny a few more moments after she finally stopped laughing to realize what happened. She gently came over to us, bent down until she was eye level and lifted our chins up with her large fingers.
“Guys, Look at me. These muscles are for me to protect you guys. I should only need to say this once. I would never in my life lay a single hand on either of you. You guys are perfect the way you are, and I love both of you. You should never be afraid of me, just be proud of seeing how far I’ve come! I worked hard for this and I’m not going to stop. I am so dedicated to becoming the strongest and best version of myself that I’m never going to give less than 100% to achieve my goal! I’m counting on your support the entire time!”.
Her heartwarming words broke us and we started crying and praising her.
“Of course you will!”, we said, “We know you’ll become the best!”. Ricky and I both genuinely meant it. And in a show of motherly love, Ms.Jenny easily picked us both up on each side of her massive hip.She immediately started bawling as well overcome with emotion and started swaying us back and forth like we were babies instead of damn, grown men.
We must have laughed and cried for minutes until everyone realized how ridiculous this was. 2 grown adults latched onto their huge protector sobbing about nothing. The mood turned jovial again, when Ms.Jenny started to playfully squeeze us. At first, the pressure was comforting, pulling us closer to her steamy, sweaty body but her plan wasn’t to make us feel good. She started laughing again and ramped up the pressure until we were begging for mercy.
“I can’t hear you! Tell me I’m the best Mama” she heartily bellowed.
We were both getting crushed, yelling those words to make her stop. My hands, flailing like last time, took a brave chance in the middle of this to grope her big butt. Her tremendous ass was plush but unyielding. It was positively warm to the touch and I could feel the gigantic muscles stretch as she started sauntering towards the door. Her large breasts smacked our heads with each step, allowing me to taste her sweet sweat. When she reached the door, she registered my tiny hand on her butt, and must’ve thought I was tapping it to make her stop. She chuckled, flexed every muscle on her butt check, and sent my hand flying away.
“All right all right. I hear you. I didn’t realize you guys were in so much pain, sometimes I don’t know my strength.” she apologetically said. Ricky was angrily yelling at her at how painful this was and she sheepishly looked away. He demanded to be let down immediately, until Ms.Jenny said one final thing.
“Please let me do a quick workout. I haven’t done weighted bodyweight squats in weeks” she pleaded. Ricky groaned again, but nodded in acceptance, while I furiously nodded my head in approval. She flashed us her dazzling smile, gave us a gentle, intimate squeeze and started lowering diesel engine hams to the ground. She shot up and down in quick succession, and you wouldn't even know there was 260lbs of weight on her. As she started moving quickly, my hands started drifting and my left grabbed her bosom for support, while my right rested against her titanic ass. Ms.Jenny was too focused to notice my hand placements and continued her workout. By the seventh or eighth squat, her mammoth, hot body was covered in sweat, and I could feel her heartbeat through her chest. My cock was rock hard, and my body involuntarily started rubbing against her for release. This was aided by the fact that each time she squatted down, I momentarily lost a grip on her breast, and had to squeeze it on the way up. I was in heaven, my body rubbing against her massive frame as she squatted up and down, while my hands were squeezing her boobs and groping her ass. White, hot cum started erupting from my pants again. My dick was on cloud 9, and I rolled my eyes over in pleasure, but was able to control myself just enough to not audibly groan. Luckily for me as well, my thick and creamy semen blended in beautifully with her sweaty, milk stained shirt so Ms.Jenny didn’t notice a thing. Ricky was on the other side of her huge frame, and was yelling at her to stop and didn’t notice.
After her 25th squat, she gently peeled us off her and set us down on the ground. She flexed her gargantuan thighs confirming the pump and happily thanked us for helping her out.
“Whew, that was a nice warmup. Now I can finally begin my workout. Thanks for helping me out guys. Sorry I got all my stinky sweat on you. And look at this! I really need to clean these milk stains”. She did a double take on her “milk stain”, tried rubbing it out and spontaneously decided to taste it.
“Hmm, I guess sweat and milk actually mix. This tastes extra salty” Ms.Jenny laughed.
Ricky fake gagged, while I was still processing what just happened. I smiled brightly and thought to myself how awesome this trip had been so far.
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A good start …
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The story is awesome. Please make her into action where she protect the boys by fighting
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A few hours passed after the last incident, and Ricky and I both finished showering. I was perfectly fine being covered in Ms.Jenny’s sweat and musk but Ricky felt like had to wash immediately.
“My mom is so gross bro. She sweats so much, she’s got her own odor… and I kept getting smacked in the head by her damn boob. And she had all those stains on her shirt, she’s a slob bro”. Ricky complained. I quickly agreed, trying not to argue how hot and sexy that experience actually was, and chirped in, “yeah I guess when you’re that big, you tend to sweat and smell more…”.
“Oh yeah. I love her, but I’m going to have to start telling her to take showers twice a day. I don’t need the whole house smelling like her or slipping on her sweat on the floor. Anyways , let’s go outside and ball. I’ve been practicing my jumper all summer”, Ricky said.
Ricky and I had both been playing basketball since we were young, and while we weren’t tall, we were good enough to be competitive in every other area. We could dribble and shoot pretty well, and while Ricky was more of a Tony Parker type, scoring most of his points near the rim, I tried to be like a mini Dirk Nowitzki fading away and shooting my way towards a win.
Ricky’s huge house also had a large driveway and professional rim, so we always had plenty of room to move around play. As we walked to the driveway, I heard some really loud metal music seeping through the garage.
“What’s that sound?” I asked Ricky.
“Oh that’s just Mom’s workout music. While she still loves Taylor Swift, oldies, and pop, she says metal gets her the most pumped up. Just try to ignore it, Mom’s workout sessions tend to be kind of long.” Ricky replied.
We had both always been competitive, so while we spent the first 20 minutes outside warming up, we were soon ready to play 1 on 1.
“I’m going to get you back from yesterday. There’s no way you can shoot that hot today Danny”.
It was a close few games, but I managed to beat Ricky both times 11-8, 11-9 yesterday. Even though he was faster than me, and a much better defender, once I started getting in the zone, I couldn’t miss. Ricky was up 9-2 at one point, slashing and laying the ball in, while also playing lockdown defense on me and getting turnovers. I steeled myself and then went on such a hot 3pt. Shooting streak was reminiscent of Steph Curry. We shot for the ball, and I naturally made my first one.
“Damn Danny, you’re an excellent shooter. You gotta teach me how you're so consistent one of these days…” ricky said
“Only if you teach me how to drive so well. I’m always afraid to drive in and get my shot blocked”
“It just takes confidence and skill haha. We just both need to learn from each other.”
The first game up to 11 started, and it was initially very close. We both were playing tough, so even though 30 minutes had passed, the score was only 6 to 4 Ricky. Ricky then went on a mini hot streak and made a 3 he usually missed, as well as a perfect floater over my head and suddenly it was 9 to 4. I was focused on the game but heard the metal music subside and thought nothing of it. My mind had to be focused here, or I’d lose the game handily.
I managed to get a steal from Ricky and knew this was my opportunity to convert. Since I usually shot a pull up 3 to try to get myself back in the game at this position, Ricky was playing me very tight trying to prevent that from happening. I used this knowledge to fake a shot, get him to jump, and run down the lane to score an easy 2. The next few shots were an immediate 3 pointer after checking the ball, and a few layups that took a lucky bounce. The score was tied 9-9, and Ricky was determined to not see his lead slip away again.
“Next time I get the ball, I’m going to win,” he shouted.
I had to make sure that didn’t happen. I must have been feeling myself because after Ricky played such tight defense I was forced to circle back to the 3 pt. Line. I gave him a perfect crossover that created some space in between us. While I could’ve used this opportunity to drive to the rim and score a 2, I wanted to ice the game right there. I stepped back, summoned my strength and launched a three over Ricky’s outstretched hands that was a perfect swish
“Gametime! I said feeling myself.
“”Damn you’re so clutch Danny” Ricky acknowledged.
We gave each other a fist bump over the close game and went to get the ball rolling into the garage when a sultry, rich voice shouted “That was so impressive Danny! Nice try Ricky!”.
Ms.Jenny stood there in just a white tank top and some skin tight gym shorts finally showing off her monstrous body in full glory. She was perfectly proportioned and looked like a slightly smaller, but buffer version of Shaquille O’Neal in his prime. Her tank top only just covered her large breasts and revealed her flat and toned stomach. While her body fat wasn’t low enough to have visible abs, she still looked supremely fit and muscular. Her gigantic arms and massive hands easily palmed the basketball, but her enormous thighs and quads truly stole the show. They bulged with muscle with each step, and finally unrestricted of sweatpants, easily looked like they were the size of Ricky and I’s waists put together, which they probably were. Ms.Jenny unconsciously flexed her monumental legs as she bent down to pick up the ball, and you could see just how powerful they were. There was a complete separation and the three headed monster of muscle protruded high above the deep valleys in her quad. Her titanic butt became engorged with power and you could see how thick and shapely her glutes were. Her ass prominently stuck out behind her, and the immense roundness of each butt cheek was easily visible. Both of us were gawking at this massive human in front of us.
“Can I play with you guys?” she sweetly asked.
“Mom, you’ve never played basketball in your life, why do you want to play now?” Ricky asked
“I just want to spend some more time with you guys now that I’m back and try to participate a bit more in your interests” Ms.Jenny responded.
Ricky smiled and gestured her over.
“Let me warm up a bit first,” she said.
Ms.Jenny proceeded to do some stretches and then awkwardly dribbled the ball between her massive hands. It was clear she had never done this before as she lost the ball multiple times, and was looking down at her hands the entire time. She shook her head at her lack of skill, but still seemed really happy and optimistic.
“Don’t worry, it’s going to take some practice and effort, and not every player has to be a great dribbler” I said.
“So what type of player am I?” Ms.Jenny chuckled
“Definitely a center Mom. You need to use your big body to post people up and try to score. It’s going to take some time learning the moves, but you should have some genetic potential considering how good your son is.” Ricky laughed
“Oh I know you guys are much better than me, y’all have been playing since you were little. I just want to be able to not be terrible” Ms.Jenny humbly said.
“Here Mom, I’m going to show you a full highlight reel of Shaq and then you’ll practice scoring on me or Ricky. It’s ok if you don’t make any baskets right away. It takes a lot of time and practice to gain full control.”
Ms.Jenny nodded in approval and eagerly walked us up to start learning some skills.
The first drill Ricky asked his mom to do was back down someone in the post and score. Ricky checked her the ball and told her to face her back to him and back him down until she could get close to the rim and score. Ms.Jenny watched the video one more time, said it was understandable and got to work. Without even the slightest bit of effort, Ms.Jenny’s powerful rear instantly uprooted Ricky off the ground and she got to the paint in no time.
“Looks like I got it, but next time I’ll have to try since you’ll actually be guarding me” Ms.Jenny wondered.
“I was trying Mom” Ricky sheepishly said. “But you’re really big. Let’s try again, I’ll give my full effort”.
Ms.Jenny again started from the key and easily backed down Ricky with her muscular ass.
“Honey, are you trying?” Ms.Jenny genuinely wondered.
“Yeah Mom, but you have to try to score as well.” Ricky said, trying his best to guard her.
“Ok, here goes… “ Ms.Jenny said with a determined look on her face.
Then she did something that blew our minds. Just like Shaq, she did his signature drop step, used her elbows for leverage, turned around and powered past Ricky as if he was a flea on the wall. He tried grabbing onto her to slow her down, but her diesel engine legs coiled up, and powerfully lifted them both off the ground. Not even noticing Ricky’s weight on her body, she brought the ball behind her head, and performed a thunderous two handed dunk. The rim strained at her massive weight and she gracefully landed on the ground with a stunned Ricky still on her waist. He looked at her in awe as he slowly got off. I was equally stunned with how much power she showcased.
Ms.Jenny blushed at Ricky and I, smacked her rippling thighs and said, “Mama’s got some moves”.
“Damn Mom, that was just like Shaq '' Ricky incredulously said. I nodded my head in furious agreement.
“I had no idea you could actually dunk….. That’s been a dream of Danny and mine since we were kids….” Ricky admitted. Ms.Jenny turned beat red in embarrassment of the awe we projected onto her and she quickly said, “I had no idea either until now, but with enough time in the gym, you guys might be able to dunk as well,” she said, trying to convince us. I could spend the rest of my life in the gym and there was no way I’d ever be able to do that…
“You’re also a foot taller than us” Ricky pointed out.
“Well I guess that helps too….” Ms.Jenny admitted.
Ricky and I proceeded to run a few more drills with Ms.Jenny to check the rest of her talents. We taught her how to play defense, and within a few minutes, she became better than we could ever dream of. Ms.Jenny’s natural physical talents were so immense that she didn’t need to rely on reading our movement, or following the ball like a savvy veteran would do. She was so big and strong that there was no way Ricky and I could muscle past her to create space. Everytime we tried ramming into her, it felt like hitting a solid brick wall. And she was so lengthy and quick that even if we could run past her, she could close the space in an instant and perform a monster chasedown block. While we were doing our best to score, Ms.Jenny must’ve thought we weren’t even trying. On offense, she was more of a mixed bag. Her raw power and speed meant she could easily blow past us and dunk, but she also had quite a few turnovers and misses. This was her first time playing, so dribbling was obviously hard for her. She was prone to carrying the ball, and didn’t have great footwork. She didn’t understand traveling or moving the pivot foot, so a lot of times we would force her to do it again. And while her massive hands could easily palm the ball, this made shooting a lot more difficult for her, like most tall players. Coupled with the fact that she never actually shot a basketball, this made her a terrible shooter. She clearly underestimated her power as she would bend down all the way like a little kid shooting, and launch the ball so high and far, it would miss the net by miles. She sheepishly grinned and apologized everytime Ricky and I would have to sprint far to retrieve the ball. Eventually we felt like this was the best we could train her in a day, and Ms.Jenny immediately requested some 1on1s. She was fiercely competitive, but it seemed she only tried if her competition was up to snuff. We were about to find out if we could hang with her….
Ricky vs. Ms.Jenny was first. They shot for ball, and while Ricky missed a few times, Ms.Jenny was never even close. He eventually made one, and must’ve gotten some confidence from her initial poor performance.
“Even though you’re a beginner, I’m not going easy on you” Ricky declared.
“You think you can take on Mama?” Ms.Jenny teased.
“Easily” Ricky boasted. “Winner gets to pick the movie tonight”.
“Deal”. They shook hands and Ms.Jenny checked the ball to Ricky. He immediately tried to drive in on her but kept getting pushed back by her massive size. Ricky circled the perimeter a few times and found a small hole he used to go in for a layup. Even though he had her beat, Ms.Jenny’s long and powerful legs quickly closed the distance and she exploded off the ground, blocking his shot. The ball whizzed 20 feet away onto the grass. Still his possession, Ricky tried a variety of floaters and layups to score. All were sent flying by Ms.Jenny’s powerful arms, and she must’ve blocked Ricky at least 6 or 7 times. Eventually Ricky lost control, and turned the ball over after dealing with Ms.Jenny’s stifling defense.
Smiling, Ms.Jenny picked up and palmed the ball and happily said, “Mama’s turn”. She immediately started backing Ricky down with her powerful butt and was about to dunk the ball, when she realized how big of a dream being able to dunk the ball was to him.
Not wanting to embarrass him, she simply jumped up and did a simple lay up over his outstretched arms. She did this again for the next few points, until realizing this was too easy and simple for her. Ms.Jenny then decided to try to play like Ricky and go for short range floaters. Even though she missed a few times, Ms.Jenny was so big and tall, she always got back her own rebound. Ricky could do nothing but helplessly jump up and watch his mom grab the ball from the sky. The match was quickly becoming uncompetitive as Ms.Jenny was up 8-0 after 20 minutes. Ricky was growing despondent and you could see the hope being drained from his eyes. He had been playing for 15 years, practicing all the time, and was getting dominated by his mother who had never even played the game. A few tears were forming in Ricky’s eyes, and even though he tried to hide it, both Ms.Jenny and I saw it.
Feeling terrible and not wanting to humiliate him, Ms.Jenny purposefully started going for jump shots that she knew she would miss. Ricky was able to take back possession, and with Ms.Jenny basically playing no defense, was able to score multiple times until the score was 9-10. Ricky, not understanding how this turn of events was happening, chalked it up to his own skill and beginner’s luck on Ms.Jenny’s end. He started to grow a bit arrogant and mocked her a few times.
“You did good initially Mom, but my experience and skill brought me back into the game. You still need some time before you can beat me.” Ricky taunted. Ms.Jenny letting his ego run, let him quickly score to tie up the game 10-10. Ricky started getting really cocky and started proclaiming all the ways he could end the game. “Should I beat you driving right? Maybe a crossover to a fadeaway, or just floater right over your fingers” Ricky jeered.
Ms.Jenny, still keeping her cool, just simply smiled and said, “whatever you want honey”.
Fully intending to let him win, Ms.Jenny was about to graciously concede, when Ricky made a comment that really irked her. “All your tough training for nothing,” he snided.
That did it. While it was nearly imperceptible, there was a momentary flash of anger that filled Ms.Jenny’s face. Her eyebrows twitched, and her usual cheery demeanor turned serious. She bent down eye level to him, smacked her bulky thighs, and solemnly said, “Your move honey”. Ricky sensed something was different than before, but was so close to winning that he didn’t care. All he had to do was score one more point and he could save his dignity.
He drove to the basket with all his strength, thinking he would easily be able to beat her like the last few times. But Ms.Jenny wasn’t playing around. While she didn’t play dirty, Ms.Jenny started using her massive bulk to push Ricky to the side. Countless times he tried to get in the lane, and everytime Ms.Jenny hip checked him away with her thick thighs.Both players were getting frustrated this was going on so long.
“Come on honey, don’t tell me you can’t score on Mama” Ms.Jenny jabbed.
Ricky had no response, but decided enough was enough and decided to use his secret move to end the game. He did the same drive to the basket as he had always done to lure Ms.Jenny to try and shove him away. As Ms.Jenny was about to check him, Ricky stopped at the last minute, and did a step back crossover to break her ankles. With so much mass committed to the push, Ms.Jenny was unable to break physics and stumbled onto the ground. With a golden chance in front of him, Ricky took the opportunity and bolted to the basket.
“Game over Mom!” Ricky shouted. He was inches away from winning the match. All he had to do was score this layup.
“OH NO YOU DON”T” she growled. Her meaty thighs exploded with power as she rocketed towards the basket. With as much determination as she could muster, Ms.Jenny surged through the air with the singular goal of blocking the shot. Every other time she blocked us, Ms.Jenny made a conscious, careful effort to avoid running into us with her hulking frame. But the game was on the line, and she couldn’t lose after Ricky insulted her so much. With her outstretched arms and powerful paw, Ms.Jenny roared as she smacked the ball with all her strength. I was stunned. There was almost a thunderclap sound, as the basketball rocketed off 50 feet away. While Ms.Jenny was able to miraculously block the shot, her enormous body was unfortunately flying through the air with no control. Ricky was still airborne when he collided with her massive frame and was sent flying. I, unfortunately, was standing in his path, as he hurtled 10 feet through the air until his body awkwardly landed on mine. We both had the wind knocked out of us as we landed on the lawn, and whined with pain.
That was enough to trigger Ms.Jenny’s motherly instincts as she bolted to us. With ease, she immediately scooped both of us up, cradling us in her beefy arms.
“WHERE DOES IT HURT GUYS?!” she cried. “I’m soo soo sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you!”.
Ricky was curled up on her left shoulder, and I was nestled on her right. While we were both momentarily breathless, we landed on the grass and only had some minor scrapes.
“Mom, it's fine” Ricky assured, “I was only shocked initially. It’s just some small cuts”.
“Yeah, it’s just a scratch Ms.Jenny. I’m completely fine” I said in agreement.
I pointed to our minor grazes, trying to reassure her we were ok.
“But you guys are BLEEDING! We need to clean this up ASAP” Ms.Jenny howled as she ran to the house.
My penis was getting rock hard being so close to her big breasts again. Even though this was my 3rd time being lifted by Ms.Jenny in a day, the carnal sensations didn’t stop. Her fat tits pressed deeply into my throbbing rod. Precum oozed out as I moaned with pleasure. My free hand reached behind her and groped her massive ass. With each step, I could feel the power and heat being generated from that mighty engine. I kneaded my spindly fingers into her plump butt cheek, ogling at its exquisite shape. I couldn’t help myself and smacked that burly butt as well, watching each jiggle as if time stood still. My cock was about to explode from this experience. Ms.Jenny, sensing my feeble attempts and hearing my groans, assumed they were from the injury rather than sexual. "I know Danny...just hold on a little bit longer" she cooed.
Ms.Jenny busted through the front door, nearly taking the hinges off and ran to a dark room, turning on the lights.
“We’re here” she sighed and turned on the lights to the Master Bathroom….
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Very nice! But steal the ball my dudes if you are playing serious, she can barely dribble!
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When we can she her in action
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I have to say I'm pretty excited for what's next in this story, keep up the great work and don't forget to drink water. :bravo:
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Ms.Jenny ushered us inside and turned on the lights. While Ricky’s entire house was palatial, the master bathroom was simply endless. It was a beautiful room with marble tiles, and eggshell white walls that stretched 10 feet up. A large pedestal vanity took up nearly the entirely west wall, with a vast mirror mounted on top. There was a tub and shower which were both comically large. The tub was so cavernous, it could even fit Ms.Jenny’s massive body inside with ease. The walk-in shower was almost a room by itself, with an elevated ledge to sit on, and a large, adjustable shower head above us. Unsure of which to choose, Ms.Jenny hesitated for a second until she decided to enter into the shower with both of us still snug in her shoulders. She gingerly placed Ricky down, and smoothly shifted me to her hip.
“You first honey. Mama’s gonna check your body for bruises, “ Ms.Jenny said.
“Mom, is this really neces-”
“It’ll only take a minute. First the outside…”
Ms.Jenny started manhandling Ricky’s scrawny body, effortlessly lifting him up and down, looking for any other marks or bruises. Once she was satisfied, she picked Ricky up again, and easily ripped off his shirt and pants like they were paper. Now just in his underwear, Ricky immediately turned beat red and started shouting.
“MOM WHAT THE HELL? WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!” Ricky yelled. He futilely started squirming in the air trying to get out, cursing the entire time.
Ms.Jenny tightened her grip and sternly threatened., ““Ricky, I will spank you right here and now if you don’t let Mama finish.”
Ricky immediately shut up, and acquiesced. Ms.Jenny again easily turned Ricky over and under, closely looking at his pale body for any signs of discoloration. When she could find none, she happily smiled and said, “Just going to wash off the blood now honey”. She reached high in the sky to grab the perched shower head, and switched it to massage to gently wash him. Ms.Jenny cleaned every inch of his tiny body until he was sopping wet. She then walked over and placed him on the ledge. Ms.Jenny then focused her attention on me and sweetly said, “Your turn Danny!”.
I was in shock of what was happening and tightly clung to her massive frame. Ms.Jenny delicately peeled me off her and set me on the ground. She lightly grabbed my shoulders and smiled at me.
“This won’t take long” she said, “Gonna check the outside first”.
Slowly realizing our injuries weren’t that serious, Ms.Jenny tenderly inspected me, instead of the rough treatment she had given Ricky. As she ran her big hands over me, shockwaves got sent all throughout my skinny body. Her hands were so soft and delicate, my cock became engorged inside my pants. I was absolutely lost in my thoughts when she picked me up again, and deftly tore off my clothes with one swipe.
“Now let me check the inside for any bruises,” she smiled.
She eyed me top to bottom once, staring for an unnaturally long amount of time at my whitey-tightey underwear. Her eyes gazed at my bulge for a few seconds, until she grew self-conscious and blushed. She continued examining my bony body and saw a few tiny, red splotches.
“Without any meat on your bones, it’s no wonder you got hurt”. She tenderly hugged me, and smooched each mark with her big lips. I wanted to reach out and return the favor, but I was able to maintain my last shred of self control and stop myself. I was in pure bliss, feeling weightless in her arms. My big protector caressing my body made me yearn for release. As she turned me over one last time, Ms.Jenny stood directly under the shower head, letting the warm, steamy water soak her body. She brought the nozzle near me, and lovingly washed me. She saw a tiny red bruise on my butt, and massaged it with her strong fingers, kneading in lovingly to make me swoon with pleasure. This was too much, I had to get off. My boner was painfully throbbing in my pants.
“All done!” she chirped.
No, this couldn’t be the end. I was in heaven, and so close to ecstasy. I furiously searched my mind for any thought or reason I had to make this go on, and finally came to one.
“Ms.Jenny, there’s one more spot” I whispered, out of Ricky’s earshot. Ms.Jenny panicked a little and looked at me with worry. “Where Danny?” she cooed.
I pointed to an ambiguous area between my thighs and dick. Ms.Jenny looked puzzled. Not understanding exactly where I was pointing at, she placed her gigantic hand down, covering the entire area. She ran her hands through my inner thighs a few times, and must’ve innocently felt my leaking pre cum. Luckily we were both wet and in the shower so she didn’t register it.
“Mama’s gonna fix that boo boo right up. Just needs a bit of pressure”. She then proceeded to pump my groinal area multiple times with her gigantic palm. Like a tube of toothpaste, hot streaks of cum shot out of my cock. Every time she pressed down, my underwear filled up even more with my sticky, creamy semen. I quietly groaned with pleasure as I clutched her brawny arms with my scrawny body.
“Oh baby I know,” she purred, “Be strong for Mama”.
Ricky must’ve thought my moans were from his mom manhandling me, and just sat quietly on the ledge with his head hung down in shame. I feebly tapped her massive back after squirting the last of my jizz, and lay smiling breathlessly, snuggled into her body. Ms.Jenny beamed back at me, assuming she had fixed the problem and warmly said, “you’re so tough Danny”.
Ms.Jenny turned back around to scoop Ricky up from the ledge again. She shifted us on either side of her wide hips, and our legs securely wrapped around her titanic butt. I was able to slyly open a crack in my underwear to let out the massive pool of cum. I was able to see it plop on the floor and circle down the drain. I let out a huge sigh of relief knowing I was safe. Ms.Jenny reached up to turn off the shower, and carried us out of the stall.
“Don’t want my soldiers to slip on the wet tile” she stated, “We can’t have another accident today”.
Ms.Jenny walked over to the counter and reached up to a shelf that must’ve been close to 9 feet off the ground. She reached up to get 3 tremendously oversized towels, looked at our tiny bodies, and returned one to the shelf. “No need to do extra laundry” she thought. She carefully placed us down on the counter and quickly patted us dry. Her huge hands meant that we only needed a few pats for the job to be done.
Ms.Jenny was sopping wet after this ordeal too, and she picked up the remaining towel to dry herself. She was thick and strong all over. Her shorts clung to her thick thighs, and you could see the entire outline of her massive melons through her wet, skin-tight shirt. Her curvaceous, colossal ass was begging to be mounted, and her beefy arms glistened in the light. I truly was looking at the body of a titanic, muscular goddess.
After she finished, Ms.Jenny smiled and kissed both of our heads, turning back around to retrieve our soaked and torn clothes from the shower stall. She sheepishly looked at them, now with a clear mind, understanding her overreaction and softly chuckled, “Looks like we all need a change of clothes….”. Ms.Jenny strolled out of the bathroom, leaving Ricky and I to contend with what just happened.
We sat in awkward silence, both desperately not trying to make eye contact. Ricky finally broke the ice by softly whispering, “I’m really sorry about that. I had no idea this would happen…..”.
While this situation might’ve been terrible for Ricky, I was internally jumping for joy at how this finally ended up. I reached out to give him a comfortable tap on the shoulders.
“Don’t worry man, both of us will never speak of this again,” I assured. Ricky happily looked at me and gave me a solid fist bump.
“Thank you so much bro….There’s no way my mom can do anything worse than this…..”
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She’s just getting started … isn’t she …
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But when we can she her in action
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Super hot stuff. I love the 'oblivious muscle girl' trope but I can't lie that I'm secretly waiting for Ms. Jenny to finally acknowledge that she knows exactly what she's doing with all those muscles and the effect they've been having on Danny.
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Sorry guys, I appreciate your comments and suggestions but I'm going to write my own type of story. Don't plan on changing or moving to a different style as of now.
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Your story. Your rules
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Sorry guys, I appreciate your comments and suggestions but I'm going to write my own type of story. Don't plan on changing or moving to a different style as of now.
Totally, man. I was just projecting my own fantasies because of how much I'm loving your story. You keep writing, I'll keep giving you karma. :rock:
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Sorry guys, I appreciate your comments and suggestions but I'm going to write my own type of story. Don't plan on changing or moving to a different style as of now.
Let me guess!! She will home on to Ricky?? ;)
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After a few more minutes on the bathroom counter, Ms.Jenny eventually called out from the master bedroom. We hopped off, and in my clear state of mind I started to notice how large everything was. Everything from the height of the counter, to the towels and fixture looked like they were made for an NBA player. As we walked into the bedroom, the first thing that caught my eye was how truly massive the bed was. It was a beautiful Victorian era bed with an expansive wood backboard and a frame as big as two California Kings. Ms.Jenny, with her equally enormous figure was sitting on the edge of the bed with a large heap behind her. Even though looking at her put everything into perspective, the minute I glanced at Ricky it felt like we were in a giant’s cave. The wall to wall shades darkened the room, and the nearly 12 feet high ceilings gave the area a cave-like feeling. Ms.Jenny stood up like a towering behemoth and lumbered over to us until we were completely in her shadow. Ricky, incensed about what just happened, craned up his head with a look of rage in his face.
“Mom, where are our clothes?” Ricky demanded.
“So…uhhh….don’t get mad honey, but I threw them in the washer before our basketball game… and I never took them out” she said, “Well, haha, it turns out that today of all days, the washer decides to stop working….hahahaha”. With an apologetic smile, Ms.Jenny raised one of her hulking arms to scratch her head in embarrassment.
Ricky was furious. Even as a scrawny, 130 lb. twig, he took a few steps forward that caused even the mighty Ms.Jenny to back up.
“SO WE HAVE NO CLOTHES?!” Ricky yelled, “Those were the only clothes we brought back from college!”.
“Listen Ricky I uh-” Ms.Jenny started to apologize, but Ricky cut her off.
“And this was all because you went psycho and washed us like we were little kids…..Mom that was the MOST EMBARRASSING thing ever” Ricky screamed. “We’re not babies anymore!”.
Ms.Jenny shamefully nodded her head in agreement and said, “I know Ricky. But when I saw your little bodies with all those tiny boo-boos, I couldn’t think straight and just wanted nurse you”
“I keep forgetting you grown adults don’t need Mama’s care anymore” she sadly sighed.
While Ricky was still in a rage, I could clearly see Ms.Jenny was actually sorry and attempted to help her.
“Listen Ricky, you can see Ms.Jenny’s truly sorry… I agree that she went a little overboard treating us, but she hasn’t seen you in a while. It was probably a real shock for her that the day after she comes back, you’re rolling on the ground in pain. She did what she thought was best, so cut her some slack…” I said.
Ms.Jenny beamed at me with a smile so bright, I swear an angel was looking at me. A thick, muscular angel who could break me in half.
With puppy dog eyes, and a heartwarming smile, she pleaded to Ricky, “It’s true! I only did what I thought was best for you guys…” she continued, “I’m sooo sooo sorry about the trouble I caused”.
Ricky, unable to stay mad at that heavenly gaze, started calming down. This was his mother who he had missed so much and loved more than anything. There was no way he could maintain his anger. Ricky eventually rolled his eyes and let out a deep sigh, “Ok ok I accept your apology. I’m not mad, but what are we going to wear?” he questioned.
Ms.Jenny turned around and tossed us what looked like large folded sheets. Both of us, puzzled, tried to figure out what this was. As we slowly unraveled it, a look of horror filled our faces. it was a custom XXXL shirt with the words BADDEST B**** censored on it. Underneath the text was a scaled down, but still absolutely humongous picture of Ms.Jenny’s bicep. Judging by the stretchable fabric and light weight, these must’ve been her personal workout shirts. We could see Ms.Jenny nervously chuckle from the corner.
“Mom….” Ricky said, “You can’t be serious……”. Ms.Jenny apologetically nodded her head confirming our horror.
“So…hahaha…. Yeah I did everyone’s laundry so I don’t have any clothes either. My gym clothes are the only clean ones”’ she said, “I’ve got plenty more but they’re all the same size…”.
With a look of pain, I glanced over to Ricky and softly said, “We might as well try it bro, we can’t just be nude in our underwear the entire day….”. Ricky sadly shook his head in agreement, and we both put on these massive shirts. While the fabric was nice and light, we were just way too scrawny to fill out the frame. The cut out for Ms.Jenny’s muscular neck and chest were so wide and deep that the shirt fully displayed our flat chests and hung loosely on our bony shoulders. The clothes went down to our knees, and the airy feeling of wearing nothing underneath made it feel like the world’s largest sundress.
Ms.Jenny, seeing how silly we looked, brought her hand to her mouth, trying to stifle a laugh the entire time. As we moved around, the shirt started slipping down our narrow shoulders. Our skinny arms looked almost two dimensional, protruding from the gigantic arm cutouts. We couldn’t even see our chicken legs since it was completely covered by the flowing fabric, and when we both bent down to lift the shirt up, it slipped right off our gaunt frame!
That did it for Ms.Jenny.
She simply couldn’t hold it in any longer and fell on the bed cackling. She thought to herself, Ricky and Danny were so small and scrawny! My thick neck was wider and deeper than their entire shoulders! My pinky probably has more strength than these college kids!
It was a great feeling for her. This was exactly why Ms.Jenny dedicated the last few years of her life to the gym and eating. She wanted to be in a league of her own, and she could fully see that now. Her life goal of being the most monstrous person alive was well on its way! While she loved Ricky and Danny, these past few days proved to her that indomitable will and dedication was the reason she exponentially surpassed them. Seeing their tiny bodies measuring up to her was simply priceless, and she had to find out more!
Ms.Jenny got up, wiping tears from her eyes, and chuckled, “I’m sorry but you guys are SO SKINNY! I didn’t realize how small you were until you put on my clothes!!”. Ricky and I turned beat red, but Ms.Jenny wasn’t done having fun.
She thought this might be a bit embarrassing for them, but she needed to see how big of a BEAST she transformed into!
“I just thought of something really funny….” Ms.Jenny said.
She reached into her drawer and grabbed a humongous gray sweatpant. She held it up high and displayed it to us like it was going to be part of some magic trick.
Ms.Jenny then proceeded to strenuously put it on, her beefy legs immediately filling each crevice with thick muscle. She had to jump a few times to pull it over her massive butt, and the ground started shaking like an earthquake was happening. With a hard tug, she managed to cover up her colossal legs, but the flexible pants were stretched to their max. Ms.Jenny couldn’t tighten them more even if she tried!
“Like a GLOVE!” she happily said, “.....now it’s your turn boys….”.
Ms.Jenny tossed me this giant article of clothing, and I knew there was no chance my tiny waist and non-existant butt would be able to keep this from falling immediately. I nervously glanced at Ricky who had the same reaction.
“Uhh…I don’t think I’m going to fit in this even if I tightened the strings….” I said.
“Yeah Mom….me too,” Ricky quickly added in.
Ms.Jenny playfully looked at us and pretended to think until a huge smile broke out on her face.
“Boys, please face each other back to back for me please” she cooed. Ricky and I, not understanding, did as we were told. Ms.Jenny then bent down and put her jumbo paws on us. She was almost able to wrap her big hands completely around both of our waists, and effortlessly picked us up. Her hands were so soft and warm, it felt like being swaddled by a heated pillow.
“You guys are so light!” she remarked, “Your big mama could crush you if she didn’t know any better!”. Playing with us, Ms.Jenny started to slowly strengthen her grip until we were forced to tap in pain. She did this a few times more with a huge grin on her face, until she finally let us catch our breath. Really feeling herself now, Ms.Jenny teased, “Now let’s see how Mama’s raggedy old pants fit on y’all!”. She opened up the sweatpants, and deposited us inside each of the holes.
Ricky and I, even with our entire body inside, barely filled up the space. Our spindly frames left heaps of room between us and the fabric. This was not possible. Both of us started glancing at Ms.Jenny’s pants, but she caught us looking at her and howled with laughter.
“OH THIS IS A RIOT!” Ms.Jenny cackled, “YOU GUYS ARE EACH SMALLER THAN ONE OF MAMA’S LEGS!”.
“100% American BEEF” she proudly said, smacking her meaty thighs.
Ms.Jenny started comparing her enormous, hulking legs with us, and bellowed, “Looks like my little men still have some growing to do!!”. It was completely true. These monstrous hams before us contained ten times the power of Ricky and me combined. We were getting scared just looking at them! I was so red and hot with embarrassment, I didn’t even hear what she was saying. Ricky, equally dazed, just stood in the sweatpants with me completely stunned.
Ms.Jenny gently plucked us out, and waved her large hands in front of us, finished with her fun.
“Earth to the boys, what are y’all planning on wearing now?”.
I thought really hard about all the options until I came to a grim conclusion. Ricky’s dad took all his clothes with him on his big trip, so we couldn’t wear those. The shirts we played basketball in were mangled and sweaty so that wasn’t possible either. I realized there was only one answer to our dilemma. I weakly said, “What about before you became so buff, do you still have any clothes from back then”. Ricky immediately put his head down in shame, resigning to himself that this was really happening.
A mischievous grin formed on Ms.Jenny’s beautiful face and she chuckled, “Oh so now y’all wanna wear Mama’s old clothing…..”.
We had just opened Pandora's box and there was no closing it.
“As a matter of fact I do. And how about something to make this fun for both of us… If you guys wear what I pick out, I’ll buy you guys an entire new wardrobe and whatever else you want today”. She had us. Two broke, college students couldn’t say no to that. Ricky and I nodded at each other knowing whatever else, we could put this nightmare behind us in just a few hours. We shook her gigantic hand, and Ms.Jenny squealed, “Ooh this is going to be so fun! Let me show you kids what we’re working with”.
There was a gigantic, solid wood wardrobe at the corner of the room that Ms.Jenny started walking to. As we began to follow her, she turned around and wagged her finger, “Ah ah, Mama’s goin’ bring it to you. Y’all just make yourselves comfortable right there.”
“But Mom!” Ricky exclaimed, “That thing is huge!”
“Yeah Ms.Jenny, it’s got to weigh at least 500 lbs!” I added.
Ms.Jenny smirked at us, and flexed her gargantuan bicep. That was the only answer we needed. As she stood next to the drawer, she remarked “It’s been a loong time since I’ve opened this…”
Ms.Jenny squatted down and wrapped her giant arms around the dresser. With a powerful grunt, she cleanly lifted up the wardrobe, as her mammoth quads swelled with power. She confidently marched towards us, and set the massive weight down with a large BOOM.
“Nothin’ to it” she said proudly, “Mama’s been eating her spinach!”. She flexed her titanic body in a show of power, confidently knowing her near limitless strength. This had the usual effect on me and Ricky, our eyes bulging and our jaws dropped. Even though Ms.Jenny made me spew with cum in the shower minutes ago, I immediately sported a half chub in my pants again. How was this woman constantly doing this to my body?!
“That was…..epic” I lamely said.
Ms.Jenny giggled at me, understanding our reaction to her strength wasn't going to stop. She played along and shouted, “Does Mama have some Big Muscles?”
Ricky and I, in a trance, nodded our heads in agreement.
“And do you guys wanna grow strong like Mama?”
We again mindlessly nodded our heads in agreement.
Ms.Jenny brightly smiled, knowing the next step of her plan was in place.
“Ok! After we play dress up, and go clothes shopping, you boys are going to join Mama in one of her legendary workouts!”.
I instantly got rock hard imagining the possibilities. A sweaty, musky Ms.Jenny in a tight shirt and booty shorts, lifting ungodly amounts of weight! Her herculean body crushing everything in her path, while I get to watch close up?! I was completely looking forward to this! My dick was pushing against my underwear trying to go full mast.
Ricky, on the other hand, knew something that Danny didn’t. While Ms.Jenny was sweet and cheerful everywhere else, in the gym she was like a drill sargeant. The one time his sister asked to join her, she was absolutely bawling after they finished. And when his dad went to help her move the weights, he walked out white as a ghost. The cramped and humid garage was a foreign part of the house that he never ventured into. His mom’s gym was strictly off limits for as long as he could remember, and he wanted to keep it that way.
Ricky, now regretting how starstruck he was before, took a big gulp and nervously chuckled, “Haha, can’t wait Mom….”
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Can't wait to read the next instalment!
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I'm waiting for the next chapter, keep up the good work
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Really great story so far!
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Anything new? Really looking for a continuation