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Female Muscle Art - Female Muscle Fiction => Muscular Women Fiction => Topic started by: Atinman on January 23, 2023, 08:07:27 pm
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Hello all, after reading a few of these stories. I have decided to write a story myself
The overall theme is a young man meeting his dream girl (who has a desire to become the biggest and strongest) and climb up the ladder and become Mr. And Mrs. Olympia
It might be a slow story but I hope you enjoy:
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“I can’t believe we won the Mr. And Mrs. Olympia titles this year…” my very muscular, busty, and beautiful wife says as we cuddle in bed after our marathon romp in bed as the replay of the Mr. Olympia plays on our hotel suite’s tv.
“Yeah… and people were already calling us the Olympic Power couple the moment we arrived in Vegas,” I said as I flex my massive chest as she caresses it. Even though she is just as strong as me, her touch is soft and gentle.
“Babe… you know your pec flexing always gets me turned on,” my wife looks at me with lust and then giggles “Just like mine does to you…” she flexes her enhanced chest and I lick my lips as her pecs bounce. She gets on top of me and smiles. “Ready to go again?”
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So, where do I begin?
I don’t remember much about my parents as they were killed in a plane crashing when I was a few years old. My aunt and uncle took me in as no one else in my family wanted to take care of me. The only response I ever gotten was “Your parents were involved in some military project”
My aunt and uncle own a very unique gym that was for the bodybuilding community. Amateurs, up and coming professionals, and bodybuilding legends worked out at the gym.
I sighed as I woke up on my 16th birthday. As I got dressed, I looked at myself in the mirror. While my family was known for famous athletes, Olympians, world record holders… I was probably the total opposite: a tall, skinny, kid with no athletic bone in his body.
I closed my eyes and fantasized about the most recent Playboy playmate naked as she is caressing my muscular body and whispering how she wants me for another romp in bed. My alarm clock goes off and I wake up from my daydream.
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Here's the second part:
Also, does anyone know how to change the titel of my post, as I am regretting it saying "My first attempt"
I enter the kitchen and find a protein shake, and my lunch packed (my aunt is a nutritionist, so I never eat any school food. ‘Not healthy enough to build a growing young man’ she keeps telling me), and a note next to it “Happy Birthday Andrew! We will celebrate tonight! Love Uncle Michael and Aunt Mary!”
My eyes are covered by a couple of hands and a soft voice whisper “Guess who birthday boy?”
“Sammy?” My eyes are uncovered, and I get smacked in my shoulder.
“It’s Samantha! You know I hate that name.” I turn around and I smile at seeing my 17-year-old ‘cousin’ Samantha. She’s cousin by name as my Aunt and Uncle adopted her after finding out they are both infertile. She and I always teased each other. Sometimes I wish she wasn’t my ‘cousin’ as she is quite attractive. Her years of being a swimmer and swimming for the school’s swim team has given her a quite fit and toned frame while she’s kept her bountiful bust.
“Eyes up here!” Samantha says as she snaps her fingers in front of my face as I was clearly looking at her chest. I blush multiple shades of red. “Good lord… you are just like every other guy. I just wish you had some meat on your bones…” She smirks “Then again, you couldn’t handle me…” She gives me a peck on the cheek and leaves the room.
I put my lunch bag into my backpack and say out loud “Mom… Dad… Why was I blessed with nothing in the genetic lottery…”
I use the elevator from the penthouse suite to the main floor of the building my Aunt and Uncle own. Not only does it house IronWorkz Gym, this building is considered the perfect mall for anyone wanting to become a bodybuilder. There’s supplement stores, clothing for big and tall men and women, tanning salons, and there is very reasonably price apartments for bodybuilders.
I quickly walk past the Gym as that’s the LAST place I want to be. My parents plane crashed when they were coming back from a photoshoot for winning Mr. and Mrs. Olympia in the same year.
Thankfully, the private school I go to is only a few blocks away so I always walk to school regardless of weather. My classmates call me weird for never wanting a ride, but I enjoyed listening to music and kind of zone out.
I’m so focused on my tunes to not see the star quarterback for the school, Jack, behind me and pushes me aside and I take a spill. “Oops, sorry shrimp…” Jack says with a smirk. “Didn’t see you there.” I brush off the dirt from my shirt and pants. A few of his cronies are laughing at this. I say nothing as it doesn’t matter what I do, Jack can easily kick my ass.
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Hm. Not bad, interesting start. Slow start, with slow pacing. Could use more details.
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Hm. Not bad, interesting start. Slow start, with slow pacing. Could use more details.
Thank you for the advice… Like I said, first time so I’m working on my pacing
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Liking the way this has started. Maybe lengthen each chapter
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Great start! Keep writing! Always glad to see more writers trying their hand at making their own stories! I'm looking forward to the next chapter.
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Liking the way this has started. Maybe lengthen each chapter
Great start! Keep writing! Always glad to see more writers trying their hand at making their own stories! I'm looking forward to the next chapter.
Thank you both! It's good to hear that others are enjoying my first attempt
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Thankfully, my birthday is close to the end of the school year, so my classmates and a few teachers have already checked out. I meet up with my gaming friends at lunch and we eat, one friend asks, “I hope your aunt and uncle aren’t going to go all fitness crazy for your birthday party.”
I sigh deeply as for the past 3 years; my aunt and uncle have decided to have my birthday parties to have way too many elements of fitness. Most of my classmates didn’t come last year… I think the only reason why they did was seeing Samantha in her bikini as it was a pool party. After school, I head back to IronWorkz Gym for work. I work a couple hours after school at the front desk. My main duties are to answer questions to gym members and sign-up new members. I won’t complain as I enjoy seeing all the female gym members walk past wearing very tight workout clothes.
“Anthony!” a booming voice of my uncle breaks me out of my daydream to fall out of my chair and slam into the ground. My uncle is now standing looking down at me. “No leering at the gym members…” As I get up, I notice a few gym goers looking at me and slightly chuckle.
“Sorry Uncle Michael,” I said as he shakes his head. He reminds me that the current Ms. Olympia is doing a Q&A session at the gym tonight and I need to make sure all her needs are met. “The VIP lounge is setup for her.”
About half an hour later, I am reading one of my textbooks and hear a voice say, “Excuse me…” I look up and smile as I’m looking at the smoking hot Ms. Olympia Holly Hunter. “I’m…”
“Five Time Ms. Olympia Holly Hunter,” I said. “Welcome to IronWorkz Gym. I’m Anthony and I am assigned to be your assistant tonight.” Hunter eyes me up and down. “Yes, I do look out of place due to my skinny frame but…” I point to the poster on the wall of my parents just after winning their last Mr. and Ms. Olympia titles. “I think my family history helps me out.” I get from behind the desk and give Holly a tour of the gym and lastly show her the VIP longue. “And here you can change in your posing suit for your Q&A session…” I leave the lounge and head to the front desk.
As I sit at the front desk, I look at the gym’s security camera system and change it to the VIP lounge. I can see Holly undressing and she goes through her posing routine naked. I know I shouldn’t look but I can’t help. I know I have watched a few videos of her either in her posing suit or a bikini… but never without any clothes on.
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I wake up and look at my wife stretching her muscular naked body on the suite’s balcony. I tiptoe across the bedroom and wrap my arms around her waist “Don’t mind waking up to your nude body…”
She smiles “I’m surprised you are still awake after I rode you rough nonstop…” I fondle her breasts and nips her neck. “Although…” Her hand gently wraps around my massive cock. “it seems like your cock still wants more.” She strokes it gently. As she turns to face me, I notice the look on her face gets more serious as she grips my cock hard. “Whose Holly and why did I hear you moan her name in your sleep…” I try to break her grip but it’s no use “Are you seeing someone on the side?!?! I built this body for not only me but for you… Do I not satisfy you?”
“You do my Iron Goddess…” I let out a very deep sigh. “Holly was my first bodybuilder crush…” I said “I was thinking about just before we met for the first time” Her lets go of my cock and puts on her bathrobe.
“Explain and leave nothing out…” She has an intense look on her face “Because you know what I can do to you if you are lying…” I take her by the hand to the couch in the suite’s living room.
“Okay,” I say with a sigh “So here’s the story…”
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Love your backwards and forwards timelines. Very hard to do well. K+++
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Thankfully the gym is somewhat dead as everyone is waiting for the Q&A Session with Holly in one of the group workout rooms. I am watching with great focus on the security camera as Holly stands in front of the wall of mirror in the VIP Lounge. I think I lost track of how many VIPs pose in front of the mirrors. However, this is the first time someone is completely naked. It looks like she is talking so I carefully put in my earbuds and hook them to the computer that has the security cameras to listen in.
“Oh yeah…” Holly says as she is flexing her pecs. “The crowd will be impressed seeing these implants.” There was a rumor in the bodybuilding community that she disappeared for a bit after last year’s win to get bigger implants. “Oh yeah, makes my pec bounce even more impressive” She moves into a side chest pose and gives a sultry look as she looks at the mirror. She goes through her posing routine and she lets out a loud moan as I can see her nipples hard and see her breathing get a bit shallow. “Too bad my lover isn’t here… or that assistant wasn’t just a bit older.” She leaves the camera view to take a shower.
I sit there recovering from what I just saw. “If I don’t delete this video…” I say quietly. “One of the gym’s personal trainers might see this and post this online” I quickly copy the video onto an empty flash drive that I had in my backpack and delete the original from the security archives. My Aunt and Uncle don’t check the security archives often so I should be good.
I wait for a few minutes before I head back to the VIP lounge, try to open the door and realize it’s locked. I gently knock on the door “Ms. Hunter?”
“One second!” Holly says as I hear her walking towards the door and it unlocking. “It’s unlocked now!”
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“Hold up,” my wife says. “Holly Hunter? Legendary female bodybuilder, multiple time Ms. Olympia winner, and your posing coach… I didn’t realize that’s your bodybuilder crush was her!” She looks down at the floor a bit embarrassed “ Damn… I feel like I’m a bit sorry on not asking who before giving your cock a vice grip squeeze”
I chuckle and give her a pat on the back. “I might need a day or two to recover from that…” As I gently rub my groin and feign a look of discomfort. She gives me a shocked look but I give her a big laugh. “You should of seen the look on your face!” She rolls her eyes.
“So did you keep the video? You know I modeled my career after her,” my wife asks. “And I know she didn’t do anything with her in lingerie or naked… Felt that female bodybuilder’s true sex appeal were their muscles.”
“Actually…” I say. “I opened up the VIP lounge door…”
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Great work. Longer chapters make for greater reader capture though.
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“Yes… Anthony?” Holly says as I walk into the room. She went back to sitting on a couch in the lounge and starts drinking one of the premade protein shakes that was made for her. I walk over to her.
“Ms. Hunter… I want to let you know our security cameras saw your little show and…” I said as I take out the flash drive from my pocket “I copied this video and deleted the original…” She is a bit surprised at first, but she puts the protein shake down and stands up.
“Such honesty…” She takes the flash drive out of my hand. “Did anyone else see my little show?” She steps forward and I step back.
I “No, ma’am…” I spoke. “All the other workers are helping with the Q&A session…”
“I see…” Holly says. She looks at the flash drive and chuckles as she squeezes her fist and crushes the flash drive into piece. “Not even a challenge… but there’s still an issue…”
I gulp as I take another step back and realize I’m against a wall and she is blocking my only way out. “Please, don’t tell my aunt or uncle… or the cops… If anyone finds out, my life would be over!” Holly pins my arms to the wall and chuckles.
“I won’t tell anyone if you won’t…” Holly says as I give her a terrified look. “How about this, you don’t tell anyone at all… and when you turn 18, I can help you get connected with some of the best trainers…” I look at her confused. “Oh, come on… the child of the most famous and successful Mr. And Mrs. Olympia and you tell me you have no desire to…”
“Yes and no,” I said “Yes, I want to be like my parents and succeed even more than they did but… they died after their…” I try not to cry “Last Mr. And Ms. Olympia photoshoot…” Holly loosens her grip and gives me a hug as I cry in her arms.
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There was a knock on our suite door. “Room Service!” My wife walks to the door and opens the door to let the room service worker push the kart in. She smiles as she opens her robe to show off her naked body. The worker blushes deeply as he wasn’t expecting that and leave the suite.
“You are such naughty tease,” I said to her. She winks as she closes her robe as she places the breakfast onto the table.
“I bet your 16-year-old self had to deal with a major hard on after being so close to Holly,” My wife says as we are eating our breakfast that we got from room service.
“I was so terrified at that time,” I said. “I don’t remember if I got turned on with my head resting on her chest as I was crying so hard.” I sigh deeply. “Yeah… It took me years of therapy to finally let go of my hatred for bodybuilding because of what happened to my parents.” We eat our breakfast for a little bit.
“Holly asked you to keep her private show a secret, but you are telling me…” my wife says. “I’m guessing that’s why you talked about her as I was backstage getting ready to compete.” I nod my head.
“I wanted her approval before I asked… even though it happened so long ago…” My wife looks at me.
“So… you were still hugging Holly… then what?”
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Holly softly kisses the top of my head. “I didn’t know your parents personally… but I can tell you still miss them.” I move my head away to wipe away tears my face.
“Thank you… I hear that a lot from other bodybuilders. They either has a story about my parents or they helped influence them.” There is a knock on theVIP lounge door.
“Ms. Hunter!” Uncle Michael says. “We are ready for you!”
“One moment!” Holly says. She whispers in my ear. “Remember not a word…” She goes to the door and opens it. “I’m ready!” I walk behind them and find a seat in the back row. I look over at the person sitting next to me.
“I thought this was for females…” the gal wearing a hooded sweatshirt with the logo of the world-famous American Bodybuilding College on it.
“And you should know I work at the front desk…” I said annoyed. The gal looks at me and I stare into…
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Great set up
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“Into the brightest baby blues, I have ever seen,” I say with a big smile as I look into my wife’s eyes. “That I enjoy looking into every single day.”
My wife giggles. I can see her breasts bounce under her bathrobe. “I remember my first thought of you was ‘who is this frail weakling sitting next to me…’ she says. “However, I wrong since I saw you grow over the years…” He caresses my arm and I flex it to its full 26 inches. She gently traces her fingers on the veins that are bulging out. “From frail weakling to muscular hunk”
“And I thought you were quite giving me the cold shoulder,” I say as I open her bathrobe and fondle a breast. “Although, I did learn you have a heart of gold and care about those who you love. Also, your transformation to fit snobby girl to muscular playmate powerhouse.” She moans loudly as I know her breasts are extremely sensitive.
“You keep it up and we will just have to take advantage of the massive walk-in shower,” my wife says between moans.
“I’m surprised we haven’t done it in there…” I say as she lifts my shirt and caresses my chest and abs. I look at her and say “Arm-wrestle to see who carries the other there?”
“You are so on!” She speaks. My wife can be quite sweet, but she becomes very aggressive when she is given a challenge. We both stand up and remove our bathrobes as we enjoy our physical competitions in the nude.
We sit back down and lock up our hands. “3…”I say as I tighten my grip and feel her for the same. “2…” I look at my wife’s naked muscular body and lick my lips and am thankful she’s mine. “1…” I subtly flex my arm to try to psyche her out but she’s doing the same with a pec flex. “GO!” We spend close to the next five minutes with our arms swaying back and forth, neither one truly look like the victor. With a loud roar out of nowhere, my wife has a surge of energy that forces my arm down and flips me out of my chair and I slam hard onto the ground “OOF!!!”
“Baby!” She quickly gets out of her chair and races to my side. “Please tell me I didn’t hurt you…”
“Just my pride,” I say as she helps me up. “And I though we agreed on not self pleasuring ourselves during physical competitions…” She blushes as I saw her squeeze and tug a nipple or rub her pussy just before her extra burst of strength.
“You have won the past 5 times… I wanted to get at least one victory,” she says as she gives me the sad puppy dog eyes. I shake my head in disappointment.
“Okay, fine… I will glance over your win but next time there will be punishment.” My wife quickly picks me up and walks with me in her arms towards the bathroom. Even though I know my wife has impressive personal bests in her lifts, her carrying me with ease always shocks me.
“So…” my wife says as she is walking “It was a boring Q&A session, but I want to hear your tale on when you really saw me for the first time.” My cock gets hard as I remember that moment quite well.
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Holly was almost done with her Q&A session. “I got time for one last question. The hooded girl besides me raised up her hand.
“What advice do you give to someone under the age of 18 who wants to train but her parent doesn’t want them to?” She asks softly.
Holly smiles and says “I will answer your question, but I give the same advice I give to anyone who wants to train at a young age:
1) Don’t experiment with any illegal supplements
2) Start with bodyweight exercises first then progress to actual weight
3) Compliment your lifts with proper exercise.
4) Complete high school and college
5) Have a backup plan as you are in prime physical shape for a short time”
I notice the girl writing down that on a notebook that is filled with notes from the session. “As for your question: First ask why your parent doesn’t want you to and see if there is a compromise.” Holly looks at the crowd. “I am curious… how about you come up on stage so I can get a better look.” The girl places the notebook on her seat and heads to the front. “Now take off that hooded sweatshirt so we can all get a look.”
“Okay…” she removes the hood and a cascade of long blonde hair flow out. She looks at the crowd and I’m floored away. I am guessing she is around my age but she has beautiful face. She grabs the bottom of her sweatshirt and mumbles softly something to Holly.
“I don’t think anyone here would be concerned if you aren’t wearing a bra…” The girl nods and removes her sweatshirt. She is wearing a workout attire and I have my breath taken away. She has a very fit body frame. “What is your name?”
“Morgana…” the girl says softly. “And I’m honored to be standing on stage with you…” Holly smiles. “All I have been doing is body weight exercises for the past year.” I try not to have my jaw drop as she looks so fit even with her exercise restrictions.
“Well Morgana,” Holly says. “You have a great base… Are you in any sports?”
“Swimming and Gymnastics,” Morgana says.
“Just wait until you turn 18 and you can join a gym… you will have guys fighting to take you on a date… like Anthony back there…” Everyone turns to look at me and I blush so many shades of red as I lightly wave.
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I am gently tugging Morgana’s hair as we are making out. “I forgot I was a blonde that night…” I pin her against the wall as I am fondling her breasts as her hands are stroking my cock as water cascades down our impressive physiques.
“No matter what your hair color was” I say softly as I am kissing her neck “You were always the hottest woman in the room” Morgana smiles as she grabs onto my ass and lifts me up ease so she can give me a blowjob. My cock is pulsing and throbbing as she is taking all 11 inches of my cock. “Oh god!” I scream as I cum inside her mouth. She gently places me on my feet and she turns to present her round and muscular ass
“Fuck me hard and don’t stop!” Morgana says with an aggressive tone in her voice. I proceed to enter her from behind and thrust hard and rough. I pull at her hair again. We are in the shower for so long making intense passionate sex that the hot water is gone and Morgana screams “Ahhh! Too cold!” She removes my cock from her and quickly gets out followed by me. I am drying her off and she is shivering “You know… how much I hate cold water… my skin is v-v-very Sensitive to temperature”
“I know… you don’t need to remind me” I say as I am getting done drying her and she starts to dry me off. We head back to the bedroom to get dressed. “Say what do we have planned for the day?”
“Today is a rest day after winning our competitions,” Morgana says. Maybe we can walk the Vegas strip!” Morgana puts on a sundress while I wear a T-shirt with the IronWorkz gym logo and a pair of shorts. She rolls her eyes “Really dear? Even on our rest day, you are still wearing a shirt with our gym’s logo.”
“Hun… it doesn’t matter if I wear the shirt… most fans are going to know who we are…” We leave our suite and head to the elevator. While we wait, Morgana says “If I recall, our first meeting wasn’t exactly friendly…”
I chuckle “Yeah, because after you had removed your sweats while on stage with Holly…”
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Your writing keeps on improving
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Great story line and like to read more.
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Holly gives Morgana pointers on posing before she puts her sweats back on and heads back to her seat.
“You are amazing up there…” I spoke. She looks at me.
“Let me stop you there” she says. “I’m not interested in you as you look like you haven’t done anything sports related in years… and you come off as a bit of a geek or a nerd and I only date guys who are athletic…” She picks up her stuff and leaves.
“Yeah… I hope to never see her again…” I was a bit hurt of her demeanor, but I was impressed at her dedication to working out. I help with the rest of the gym crew to clean up the place after the Q&A session. I go to the elevator and as I head up to the penthouse, I think about my summer plans. As I am unwinding for the day, there is a knock at my door.
“Oh Tony…” Samantha says as I open the door. She is carrying a nice sized box. “I asked mom and dad… and I am giving you your birthday gift before the party.” I take the box, place it on the bed, and open it to see a skateboard and helmet. “I figured you would enjoy this more than walking and dealing with those football punks.” I give her a hug and a peck on the cheek. She leaves my bedroom and I lock the door. I turn my television on to the BNN (the Bodybuilding News Network) Channel to watch the newest episode of Personal Training Weekly. I might not look big and strong, but I am very smart and remember everything I read. My goal is to enroll into the American Bodybuilding College and major in their personal trainer program and become a trainer at IronWorkz Gym. During a commercial break, there is a commercial for American Bodybuilding College. I picture myself as one of the guys who are working out in the impressive weight room.
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“Ugh… the commercials for those colleges were so cheesy back then.” Morgana said. “I’m glad we were involved with a few of them when we went there.” I nod. When we were seniors, we were asked to participate in a few commercials. We heard that ours became the most watched one in college history. I think it had to do with Morgana having a near nip slip at the end of one of them.
“I recall you getting so wound up,” I said with a smile. “You got keys to the locked posing rooms in the rec center so we could fuck there instead of getting back to our dorm suite.” Morgana blushes shades of red. She always has an aggressive sex drive and when I bring it up, it embarrasses her. I never understood why as I enjoy the creative ways she satisfied that drive.
“We should have gotten busted a few times by campus security…” She says as she gives me a kiss. “However, I think because no one wanted to see us angry…” She chuckles “Although, I do remember a rumor of all their golf carts in which they cruise were flipped over after they didn’t do anything with the football players hitting on female athletes and the college doing nothing.” I tried not to show a reaction as I was the one who did that as I was pissed at that time. The elevator does open and standing there is one of Bikini Olympia competitors standing there in a bikini. She is licking her lips seeing the two of us. She enters and stands between us. I notice her glancing at both Morgana and me. Morgana looks at me and winks.
“Say dear…” I say as I look at her. “I think our friend here is looking at you with lust.” Morgana quickly grabs the bikini girl and pins her to the wall. The girl has a terrified look on her face.
“I saw those glances of lust,” Morgana says. “I’m still wound up from my Ms. Olympia win…” With that, Morgana gives the bikini girl the longest kiss while caressing her body. The elevator doors open “I think this is your floor…” The bikini girl sighs and quickly leaves. Morgana looks at me and smiles. “I figured I would give you a taste of tonight as I’m still horny.” I chuckle. We leave the elevator and walk through the hotel’s casino floor. We spend the next 10 minutes to sign autographs and take a few photos with a few fans who notice us. As we leave the hotel, I notice a few teenagers skateboarding. Morgana notices me look at the teenagers. “Why are you smiling?”
“Well,” I said. “The day after the Q&A session was interesting…”
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"Bodybuilding News Network" and "American Bodybuilding College", huh? Man, I wish our world revolved around bodybuilding like that.
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“Wake up sleepy,” Aunt Mary says as she pulls up the window blind to let light into my bedroom.
“Gah!” I yell as I roll out of bed and slam into the ground. “Aunt Mary! It is a Saturday! Can’t I sleep in?” Aunt Mary look at me and rolls her eyes.
“No, you need to get up and dressed… Your uncle and I need to talk about something since you have turned 16.” She looks around my bedroom. “You seriously need to clean up your bedroom.” She leaves my bedroom. I go into my bathroom, take a shower, and get dressed. I go to the kitchen to get my breakfast protein shake and overhear my Aunt and Uncle talking.
“Are you sure to tell him now?” Aunt Mary says. My Aunt and Uncle are in the living room.
“The will clearly states when Anthony turns 16,” Uncle Michael says. “And that is today. I know it’s going to be a shock to him, but he needs to learn the truth…” I walk into the living room.
“What truth?” I ask. My Aunt and Uncle look at me.
“Anthony,” Uncle Michael says. “Please sit down.” I sit on the chair next to them. “When your parents died, their will has something that you need to hear when you turn 16…” He takes the tv remove and turns it on. I notice on the tv screen has my parents on it. Aunt Mary places a box of Kleenexes beside me. Uncle Michael presses play. My parents explain that if I am listening this, they have passed away and wish they could have seen me become the amazing young man I am. They explain that the building that houses IronWorkz gym, the bodybuilding shopping paradise, the affordable housing for amateur bodybuilders, and the penthouse is all mine. I will also gain control of a large trust when I turn 18. I look at Aunt Mary and Uncle Michael and they both nod their heads in agreement. Lastly, my parents explain that there is a reason for my skinny and frail frame. When they were younger, they were involved with experiments in the military to help create a super soldier and they were the lead scientists. They used their own bodies as test subjects as both my parents were infertile and could not bear a child. When mom became ‘accidentally’ pregnant with me, they learned that due to their chemical experimentations, my muscular structure would be stunted and probably look frail and weak
all my life.
“Son,” my dad says at the end. “No matter what life brings you, know that we love you and are proud of you.”
“Always do your best,” My mom says. “And make sure to do something to leave your mark on the world.” The video ends and I grab a nearby pillow and scream into it. I am filled with so much anger learning my parents experimenting on themselves cause me to look the way I am.
“Anthony…” Aunt Mary says. “I know you are upset.” I get up and throw the box of Kleenexes across the room.
“Upset?” I spoke. “No, I’m furious that my parents were steroid junkies that caused me to look like this…” I wave my hand over my frail body. “I honestly don’t give a crap on how much the gym, the building, and everything else is. When I turn 18, I’m selling everything!” Uncle Michael tries to place a hand on my shoulder. “No… I do not want sympathy. I’m nothing more than an embarrassment to an extended family of athletic champions, Olympic winners, and record holders to various sports.” I look at Aunt Mary. “I bet I’m not worth a lot…”
Aunt Mary shakes her head. “$100 million dollars…” I look at her. “That is your current net worth. Your parents had a lot of investments and we had it reinvested for you.” I get up and head towards the door. “Where are you going?”
“Away from this shrine of a building towards my parents,” I grab my backpack and enter the elevator. Tears are rolling down my face.
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“Baby,” Morgana says softly as she gently caresses my arm. “Why didn’t you ever tell me this?” I look at her.
“I was so embarrassed,” I said. “That is why I was so secretive of my therapy sessions when we first started dating. I didn’t want to show me being weak…” Morgana gives me a hug and a kiss.
“You aren’t weak…” Morgana says. “You just had to work harder to become the man I married.” I walk over to the skateboarders and ask if I can borrow one of their skateboards. I get on it and do a few tricks which impressed them. However, in my mind I think of the accident which helped me become who I am today.
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I texted my gaming group and have them met up at the nearby arcade as I wanted to let out some anger by beating up my friends in a fighting game. I then go pull out a couple hundred bucks from the ATM in the bank of the building. I am curious on if what my Aunt Mary was true so I look at my account balances and I am seeing a balance of $100,000 in my savings account. I quickly end my transaction and head outside and start skating to the arcade.
“I can’t believe mom and dad…” I thought to myself. “There relentless pursuit of physical perfection made me imperfect.” I am not carrying on how fast I am going, or if I am cutting people off. My only concern was speed which was my downfall as I decided to start a crossing an intersection where I had the “do not cross” light when I get slammed by an SUV, which I hit the windshield, roll off the hood of the vehicle, and slam onto the ground hard with me hitting the back of my head.
“Someone calls 911!” A person yells out as a group of people surround me. I start to fade in and out of consciousness. The last thing I remember before passing out was…
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Morgana is chuckling seeing me doing a few tricks with ease even with my muscular frame. I hand the skateboard back and thank them. I autograph a few things and head back to Morgana.
“You know what I think about skateboards,” she says. “I’m glad you didn’t use your again after you accidentally got hit by my father’s vehicle.” She smiles as she touches my chest in which the scar I still carry from that accident is. “Although, the more I think about it… the more I think that was divine intervention making sure we stayed in each other’s lives to push ourselves better…” I nod in agreement as the memories of that summer after the accident was for me.
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I laid in the hospital for a couple of weeks because my head hitting the concrete street did a number. However, what the doctors did not realize until later is that blow unblocked something causing blockage in the pituitary gland which helped kickstart not my recovery. Morgana was there almost every day as she felt to blame of asking her father to get to gymnastics practice faster.
“You are a sweet girlfriend to visit every day,” one nurse says when she visits.
“I’m not his girlfriend,” Morgana says. “My father’s vehicle accidentally hit him and I…” She looks at my bruised body. “I feel terrible about what I said before. He was trying to be friendly, and I was ice cold towards him…” She gently holds my hand and gives me a soft kiss on my hand when she had to leave when visiting hours are over.
A few days before I fully regained consciousness, I can faint love overhear one of the doctors tell my Aunt and Uncle. “It looked like his medical condition was caused by excessive blockage near his pituitary gland which the blow to his head helped unblock… it could be safe to say he will probably go through a strange version of puberty so please keep an eye on him…” The doctor was not kidding. As I laid out cold, my body was going through some extreme changes due to my pituitary gland working overtime.
“Ugh,” I gently groaned one night as I was hit with multiple growth spurts as I went from 5 and a half feet to 6 feet tall. My frame filled out so I didn’t look so sickly and weak, which the doctors guessed was due to my bodyweight exercises and working at the gym. The next day, Morgana was in shock of what I looked like now. The nurse tried to explain the best she could. Morgana holds my hand.
“I wish I could take back about you…” she says looking at me. “I promise when you wake up, I want to actually get to learn more about you as your family says you are really sweet…” I slowly open my eyes and look at her.
“Morgana? What are you doing here?” I am confused at why she is here. She explains to me what happened and quickly races to find a nurse. I slowly get up and head to the bathroom and stunned when I look at myself in the mirror. “Wow!” I have gained lean muscle mass and I am taller. Multiple doctors come into my room, and I get my blood drawn and do various tests to make sure I am okay. When my aunt and uncle arrive, I race to them and give them a big hug. “I want to…” Aunt Mary places a finger over my mouth.
“Hush…” she says. “You were upset, and we don’t blame you for anything you said.” The doctor explains that I am 100% healthy and discharged from the hospital. I am given new clothes as I have outgrown my clothes due to my sudden growth spurt.
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“Anthony?” Morgana says as we are walking the strip and she notices I am quiet.
“Hmmm?” I said looking at her. She giggles.
“You’re thinking about the accident again?” She smiles. “I still cannot believe that happened.” Her hands caress my chest and side were the scars from the accident are. “However, I always thought it was a blessing as it helped restart our first meeting.” I lightly smack her ass. “Hey! Watch it!” We start to get hungry, so we head to the Steel Sirens restaurant (the best way to describe it is a Hooters style restaurant but instead of focusing on busty women, the girls are various levels of muscularity in workout attire). We are immediately seated. Our waitress is beaming with pride seeing that she is serving us.
“May I ask a question,” the server says. “Did either one of you get rejected from America Bodybuilding College? I just got my letter saying I was denied due to my low placings at regional competitions.” I nod.
“My first application from the college after I turned sixteen…” Morgana chuckles as she remembers how that rejection letter really gave me a focus.
“We are mostly dead,” our server says. “Can you tell me what happened and what did you do?”
“Sure,” I said. “It was during the summer of my sophomore year of high school…”
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After getting discharged from the hospital, I finally asked my aunt and uncle for a membership to the IronWorkz gym. They were glad to see a new desire in my heart and told me that I always had a free VIP membership. I even sent my early application for the American Bodybuilding College- My parents graduated there, and I was going to go there. I was undecided on being a part of the Personal Trainer major or go for the Bodybuilding major. I also introduced Morgana to my gaming friends.
“I thought this was the girl you thought was a cold heartless bitch,” one of my friends said. Morgana looks at me and chuckles.
“Let’s just say,” Morgana said. “I made an assumption off his physical appearance and spending time with him in the hospital made me realize I was wrong.” My friends could sense that I enjoyed being around Morgana and we had a good time at the park.
“MORGANA!” A loud booming voice echoes through the air. Morgana freezes in place as a very well built man walks over. “Little one… you are to come home now…” The man turns to us. “I am Sergei, Morgana’s father… and she skipped her swimming practice” My friends and I watch Morgana leave. I try to text her when I got home to see if she’s okay and I got nothing. I looked online at any information on Morgana’s and learn he’s a strength and conditioning coach at a nearby college.
“That makes no sense…” I spoke. “If her dad is a strength coach…, why doesn’t he want her to work out…” After further research, I finally figure out why: Morgana’s mother was an Olympic Weightlifter who was killed in a terrorist attack while getting ready for the Olympics when Morgana was 5. “Hmmm… maybe that’s it…” When Morgana responds to my texts, she calls me and explains she’s sorry for her dad doing what he did, and she has been skipping swimming and gymnastics practices as she only does them to please her dad.
“My dad doesn’t know I applied for American Bodybuilding College and got an early acceptance due to my numerous awards in swimming and gymnastics.”
“That’s great!” I spoke. “I hope my growth spurt and my application letter will help me. I haven’t received my letter”
“They will accept you based on your family’s history…” Morgana said. I lay on my bed, looking at the poster of my parents winning their first Mr. And Ms. Olympia titles. “Isn’t the Rec center there named after them.”
“Only because they donated about $25,000 after every major win after they graduated,” I said. “I want to get in on my own merits and not because of who my parents were.” I end the call. I forget about the letter until one day I was at work, and someone wanted to put a flyer up of the city wide bodybuilding competition. A few of the personal trainers think I should go compete in the physique competition and kept thinking they were nuts. Samantha runs into the gym holding an envelope.
“Anthony! It’s here!” Samantha says waving an envelope. “The response to American Bodybuilding College!” She hands me the letter. A few of the workers and a couple of my regular lifting buddies stand beside the desk as I open the letter and read.
“Dear Anthony, thank you for apply to American Bodybuilding College…” I say as I read the letter. “We receive numerous applications from the best in the competitive world of bodybuilding and we are to inform you that…” I stop reading and quietly skim the rest of it and let the letter fall to the floor.
Samantha gets behind the desk, picks up the letter, and looks at the letter, “What? They rejected you!” She is pissed. “You have helped all of us improved with your personal training knowledge and you are rejected due to no personal trophies or titles…” I look at the wall with the competition poster on it.
“Then I need to make sure I win a few trophies so I can pad my application,” I said. I look at my workout buddies. “Times wasting and I need all the help I can get…”
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The server excuses herself as she has to put our drink order in. Both Morgana and I both watch her walk away. Even though we are married, we can still look but no kissing or touching.
“So…” Morgana said. “You weren’t kidding with that first rejection application…”
“Nope,” I said. “And I wasn’t going to accept that… multiple generations of my family went to that college, and I was going on…” I pull out my alumni necklace. “And I hope our donations to the college will help future generations.” She nods in agreement. I look at one of the tv’s over the bar and groan, they are showing some video from a news story before my first competition as part of a hype package for the upcoming replay of the Mr. Olympia competition. “Oh no, not that…” Morgana turns and sees what I’m groaning about and laughs.
“They made your first competition such a big deal…” she said. I roll my eyes as Morgana is watching the story.
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When word got out of me signing up for the competition, multiple news outlets were trying to get an interview. Since my parents helped make bodybuilding become mainstream, I became the top news story in the bodybuilding world. My aunt and uncle were fielding all the requests and were talking with me in the IronWorkz gym’s office on which one to accept. There is a knock on the door and Samantha peeks her head in.
“Excuse me…” she says. “There is a guy who is asking for Anthony, and he won’t leave and actually threw around a couple of the security guards when we tried to escort him.” My uncle turns on the security camera to see. We watch see Sergei pacing in the lobby area.
“Isn’t that Morgana’s father?” Uncle Michael says. I have a terrified look on my face as I nod.
“I will talk to him but please have 911 ready…” I get up. Morgana has told me of her father’s temper and his years as a weightlifter himself for Russia’s Olympic Team has made him quite strong. I leave the office and meet with Sergei. “How can I assist?” Sergei pats my back hard
“Let’s get protein shake and discuss…” I rub my back as Sergei also was a world champion boxer and that blow took the breath out of me for a bit. We get the shakes at the protein shake shop next to the gym. “My daughter… she was to start lifting weights and I keep telling her no…. But she keeps doing exercises with body weight.” I am listening as he talks. “She keeps telling me that my beloved Alexia wouldn’t restrain her dreams of competing on stage. I read up saying your family’s gym is one of the best. I pay you personally to train my daughter…”
“I am honored,” I start to say. “But there are plenty of…”
“I only trust friend of my precious Morgana,” Sergei interrupted. “I will pay you same as other trainer and sign parental form for her to workout at gym.” He smiles. “Morgana says you are wanting to be trainer so great experience” I sigh.
“Let’s head back to the gym and discuss this with management…” I spoke. We head back to my parents and my aunt and uncle explain that even with the arrangement, Morgana and I will be under supervision of trained staff.
“As long as they are they to assist if anything happens,” Sergei says. “But lad is main trainer.” We all agree, and Sergei signs the form and pays the monthly dues for Morgana for a year and my first month’s training fee. “Also, do not mention any of this to Morgana.” We all agree to not mention it. The next day, Morgana arrives wearing workout gear and smiles
“Dad is allowing me to work out here!” Morgana says with excitement. She and I go through a workout. I was feeling she was asking for a little bit more help than a rookie lifter as she would actually bump into me, accidentally touch my arm, or lightly grind her ass into my groin.
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“OH MY GOD!” Morgana yells out as the news story is showing video of our first workout and she is bending over and grinding her ass against my groin. I bust up laughing as our first workout in the gym made major news in the bodybuilding news world. The server comes back with our drinks, she takes a look at the show, looks at Morgana, and puts it together.
“You are the girl grinding on him!” She exclaimed. Morgana is a deep shade of red as she never knew this video existed.
“Yes,” I said. “That was before she got bitten repeatedly by the iron bug.”
“Now it makes sense why I was grounded after my first workout,” Morgana said. “I thought I accidentally broke curfew.” She looks at me. “So, when did you learn about that video?”
“A little bit before our first competition, when someone in our gaming group showed it to me,” I said with a smile. Morgana lets out a very deep growl but closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.
“Is she okay?” The server asks. I nod yes and she leaves to put our food order in. I am watching Morgana go through her breathing exercise to help calm herself when she gets a bit wound up. She opens her eyes and sees me smiling.
“Be glad she left,” Morgana says. “As she was very close to getting me wound up too much…” I nod as I can see her nipples peeking from her shirt. “I think we need to find a place so I can let out some steam…”
“We could head to the IronWorkz Gym here in Vegas,” I say. Our food gets delivered.
“So…” the server says. “I get done in 15 minutes and wonder if I can get some pointers.” I look at Morgana and she smiles.
“Sure,” she says. “Besides, I need to return the favor for earlier…” I look a bit concerned as I know that even at the beginning, she was very intense in the weight room.
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As we workout, we both give glancing looks at each other. I was eyeing her toned body and buxom upper chest and she is eyeing my arms and abs. I flex my arms to tease her, and she wears low cut workout tops to show plenty of skin.
“Say,” Morgana asks. “What’s up with over there?” She points as notices over to the VIP entrance. “I think I have seen about half a dozen people enter and no one leaving in the past half-hour” I look over at the door.
“That’s the entrance to our VIP basement area,” I said. “For a hefty yearly fee, VIPs can use our high-tech weight room and advance cardio machines, on demand massages and tanning tables, infrared sauna, and Olympic sized swimming pool.” Morgana looks excited. “Sadly, it’s for people over 18 but I can’t get a reason why… I’ve heard there’s a No Disclosure Agreement that VIPs must sign.” She sighs. “Don’t worry, once we turn 18, I will make sure to get you an VIP membership.” Morgana gives me a tight hug and doesn’t notice me looking down at her chest. “So, your dad… he seems kind of…”
“Strict?” Morgana says as we are doing our cooldown cardio. “My dad is former Special Forces in Russian Military and former strength coach for Russian Olympic Team. He sometimes views me as a recruit in boot camp than a daughter.” I look ready to ask another question. “I know your next question… Why haven’t you seen my mom. She died in a terrorist attack about a dozen years ago when she was getting ready to complete in the Olympics.” I look down a bit embarrassed. “It usually gets brought up. I avoid it as much as possible.” I drop the subject and finish our workout. Over the summer, Morgana and I go through a workout program that was developed by a few of the IronWorkz gym’s trainers (with a little bit of my help, which I put more focus on chest and butt for her and gaining size for me). Morgana adds a bit more muscle to her frame while increasing her endurance and I gain some size and strength. Our glances toward each other get longer and there have been a few long cold showers to calm myself down. Morgana frowns as she notices a ‘Showers Out of Order’ sign on the women’s locker room entrance.
“Ugh, that sucks,” I say as I stand next to Morgana. “I can ask if you can use the shower at the penthouse suite where I live with my aunt and uncle.” She looks at me a bit surprised.
“Really?” Morgana asks.
“Yeah…” I spoke. “You are my workout partner, and I don’t want you to have to walk home all sweaty.” I head over to talk to my uncle. He gives a glance at Morgana and nods his head. I return to Morgana. “Alright, get your stuff and we will go up to the penthouse.” We head towards the elevator and enter. When the doors open, Morgana races to the window and gasps.
“What a view!” She yells out. “You can see the whole city!” I give her a quick tour of the penthouse and take her to the hallway bathroom and hand her a towel. “Now don’t you get any ideas about trying to enter and sneak a peek at my bra size.” I chuckle.
“I plan on taking my own shower,” I said. “I have a bathroom next to my bedroom. Now don’t you get any ideas.” She enters the bathroom and I quickly go to my bathroom. I undress and fantasize of Morgana caressing my pumped muscles before entering the shower. When I get out of my shower, I get dressed and go to find Morgana who is standing in the office where all my parent’s bodybuilding awards are.
“Wow…” she said. “Your parents were quite successful…” She looks at me and sees me looking a bit sad. “Oh, our friends mentioned that you don’t like talking about them.” I take the award Morgana was holding and put it away.
“It’s tough,” I said. “I blamed bodybuilding for their death, but it also helped with the life I have.” I chuckle. “I had plenty of nights in which I dreamed of defeating my dad and winning Mr. Olympia.” I walk her back to the elevator and we wait for the doors to open.
“Oh, since you were a gentleman when I was taking a shower and try not to peek,” Morgana said. “I will tell you a secret: 36B.” I look a bit puzzled. She takes my hand and places them on her chest. “That’s my bra size… but I want to get them bigger.” She steps into the elevator and the doors close. I immediately run back to my bathroom for a cold shower.
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Morgana and I are waiting for our server, who we learned her name was Alicia. Alicia walks over, wearing normal clothes. Before any of us could say a word, Alicia wraps her arms around Morgana and kisses her passionately.
“I wanted to do that the whole time,” she said. “Also…” with a wicked grin, one hand goes straight for my groin and her eyes widen as she feels my massive bulge. “I wanted to do that too.” I let out a moan.
“I can see you are pretty straight forward,” Morgana says.
“I am as it helps with tips and…” Alicia says. “Need to be in my other job as a stripper.” We walk to her pickup truck in the parking lot and Alicia hands me the keys. “Can you drive so I can attend to Morgana’s needs?” Alicia gropes me again. “I will make it worth while after our workout.” I just nod my head. We all climb into the truck, and I pull up the GPS on our phone for directions. The whole drive, I am seeing Alicia and Morgana making out and caressing each other. “Please forgive me for teasing both of you… I have fantasized about having a three way with both of you.” I focus on my driving as this is going on in the back.
“Most of the time,” Morgana says. “We try to resist… but I was already horny, and you just got me turned on.” I drive the pickup to the basement parking lot of the Vegas IronWorkz Gym. We exit the truck and head to an unmarked door, and I wave my gym membership badge and it unlocks.
“This is quick access to the VIP area,” I said as both gals looked puzzled. “One request was easy access that doesn’t involve going into the gym properly.” We enter and the VIP weight room is empty. “Also, no one else will enter as it’s currently under maintenance.” I take off my shirt and Alicia gasps. My muscles are in a sexually charged pump. “Oh yeah… feels good to free the muscles…” I flex my pecs and Alicia lets out a soft moan.
“Oh yes,” Morgana agrees as she takes off her shirt then her bra. Alicia jaw drops at the sight. “They are 42DD.” She flexes her pecs to make her tits bounce. “And 100% real due to supplements and proper training.” I let out a moan I always get turned on when she does that. “When you workout with us… clothing isn’t an option. Either get naked or I will tear your clothes of.”
“Whatever you say,” Alicia says as she takes off her clothes so she’s naked. “I might not be as big as you but…” She caresses her own breasts. “I know what to do to get a man to want me…” Morgana smiles as she gets undressed and winks at me. I can tell that Alicia is clearly getting Morgana wound up. I remove my pants and the girls can see the massive bulge in my boxers. She walks over to me and whispers, “May I?” I nod gently. She slides my boxers down and is face to face with my cock which is about 8 inches right now. “How big can it get?”
“About 11 inches when fully aroused,” I said. I look over at Morgana and she is going through her breathing exercises as she gets jealous of other women getting close to me. It has always been like that since the first competition.
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Morgana and I have gotten our bodies into competition shape quickly. I decide to compete in teenage men’s physique and Morgana competes in teenage bikini. One of the personal trainers has a girlfriend who is a posing coach and helps us with our posing routines.
“You took are amazing with memorizing your posing routines…” our coach says after one session. “I never seen two rookies with so much confidence on stage.” Morgana and I chuckle as we have done a few video chats to practice ourselves. “Now, your first competition will be a stressful event so make sure to take tomorrow to relax.” Morgana and I thank our coach and we go get a protein shake at the smoothie shop next to the gym.
“So,” I said. “How do you want to relax tomorrow?” Morgana thinks about it.
“I would like to watch the video of your parents first competition,” she says. I look at her a bit surprised. “Well, I know when I was dealing with my mother’s death, watching her competing and see her happy helped.” I look at her.
“I don’t know…” I spoke. “I get stuck seeing photos of my parents while I’m at work… and let’s just say I avoid certain areas of the gym.” Morgana frowns and she touches rubs my arm.
“Your parents probably wouldn’t like to hear that you avoid seeing photos of their proudest moments.” Morgana says. “Also, if you are avoiding certain places of the gym, you are limiting developing your full potential.” I flex my arm and notice a faint look of lust in her eyes. I think for a little bit.
“You know,” I said. “That does make sense. My mom and dad would want me to be happy.” I give her a hug and gently grab her ass. She leaves the smoothie shop. I head back to the penthouse and head to the trophy room to find a video of my parent’s first competition.
“Well,” Samantha says. “I never thought I would see the day of you spending plenty of time in here.” I turn to see Samantha standing at the doorway. “I told mom and dad it doesn’t make sense for them to unpack the stuff since you had so much hatred towards these rewards.”
“Are there any videos of my parent’s competitions?” I ask. “Someone recommended me watching competitions to see my parents being happy on stage.” Samantha goes to the closet and pulls out a box containing DVDs of each of my parents’ competitions. “Thank you!” Samantha looks at me and smirks.
“Is that someone your workout buddy who clearly has a crush on you,” Samantha says. I give Samantha a look of she’s wrong. “Seriously? You can’t tell that she clearly like you. Although, your improvements over the summer have transformed you into a hottie…” Samantha walks over to me and frowns. “You are family but...” She places her hands under my shirt and feels my chest. “You are not blood related.”
“Samantha,” I said. I am a bit conflicted as she is somewhat throwing herself at me. “Please don’t…” Samantha stops and smirks.
“Again,” she says with a smile. “You can’t handle me…” She leaves the room and I quickly head to the bathroom to take a longer cold shower. I go to bed early and have a very vivid of dream of being in bed with both Morgana and Samantha when we are in college. I wake up in the morning with a hard on and sigh.
In mid-morning, Morgana arrives to the penthouse with a few snacks. “Ready for our competition watching marathon?” I nod. We head to the penthouse’s media room. We sit on one of the couches and watch the first competition my parents competed in at age 18. “Wow! You are younger than your father in this video and you are clearly built better…” I flex my arm. “So, why aren’t you competing in bodybuilding?” I chuckle.
“I want to start in physique first to get some competition experience before making the jump,” I said. Morgana nods. “My overall goal is to compete in my first bodybuilding competition before I graduate high school.” As we watch the videos, Morgana snuggles up close. I can get a great view of her cleavage.
“Damn…” Morgana says as we watch my mom compete. “Your mom was smoking hot!” I smile. I was blessed with my father’s body frame and my mom’s beauty. As we watch my mom and dad win their competitions are a posing side by side, they are both smiling and happy.
“I hope that is us one day…” I say as I look over at Morgana and she’s resting her head on my shoulder and fast asleep. I place a blanket over her and let her sleep. I go to my bedroom and pack for the weekend. Morgana wakes up, finds me, gives me a soft kiss, and leaves to get ready. The very next day, my Aunt and Uncle along with our posing coach are with Morgana and I travel to the competition arena. We get signed in and head to the backstage area. The two of us are very nervous as we remove our sweats to reveal our posing suits. As I am getting my muscles pumped, a couple of the women’s physique competitors come over to talk to me. Morgana is watching the scene with her as she is standing in line with the other bikini competitors. She breaks the resistance bands that she was using to calm down.
“Use that anger in more a positive way,” our coach says to Morgana. She teaches her a few breathing exercises and mediations.
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“Oh my,” Alicia says looking at my massive cock. Morgana removes her pants and thong before walking over to Alicia, pulls her hair, and lifts her up.
“Listen here,” she growls. “He’s mine… and all you are here for is to get us wound up and watch me fuck him.” Her muscles seemed to be even bigger in her sexually charged pump. “Am I clear?”
“As long as I fuck you before he fucks you,” Alicia says. Morgana looks a bit surprised but nods her head in agreement. We go through our workout and Alicia is giving both of us a lap dance to keep us in a state of pure lust. We are lifting a bit higher than our personal records. Morgana has been giving Alicia some pointers on how to do a pec bounce. After a few tries, Alicia can bounce her breasts. My cock is pulsing and throbbing so hard. Morgana picks me up, takes us to some wrestling mats, and climbs on top of me and starts riding me. Alicia is watching and is playing with herself.
“Come over here and play with my tits,” Morgana growls. Alicia follows her instructions. After she’s done riding me, she gives Alicia a kiss and we resume our workout. We are very sweaty. Morgana smiles as she picks up Alicia with ease and we all go into the women’s locker room and head to the showers. Alicia and Morgana are making out while they are soaping my muscular naked body. I am kissing and caressing their breasts and hearing them moan. As Morgana goes down to suck on my cock, I smile and think of how one moment Morgana can be sweet and caring siren and the next, a vicious and powerful tempress.
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I go on stage against some of the best teenage male physique competitors in the area. I am nervous at first but as I hear the cheers and admiration, i gain a boost to confidence. I might not have the experience but I hold my own and earn third place. Everyone in our group is trying to cheer me up.
“Why are you thinking I’m sad?” I ask as I am holding my silver medal. “Only a couple months of prep compared to the others who have prepared longer and I came in third.” Morgana gets done with her prejudging and comes to graduate me. A couple of the teenage female physique competitors push her aside so they can feel my muscles.
“Move it, you weakling…” one of the female physique competitors say to Morgana and push her so she falls on her butt. “A hunk like this needs a woman with more meat.” Morgana is gritting her teeth as she wants to tear that competitor apart but needs to wait.
“Actually,” I said to the girls caressing my muscles. “You just pushed aside my workout partner. So go try to find some a horny competitor who will enjoy two self centered bimbos touching him.” The girls are shocked at my words and leave. I help Morgana up and gently wipe off the dirt on her posing suit. “I have been warned about those two: the best words I’ve heard about them are tramps.” Morgana chuckles.
“I am glad to see chivalry isn’t dead,” Morgana says. She gives me a hug and gives me a soft peck on her cheek. She joins the bikini competitors on stage. We cheer from the audience but Morgana is placed 4th, she looks a bit dejected as she thinks she’s better than 3rd place.
After the competition, Morgana makes a beeline for the female physique competitor who pushed her and punches her in the face. The two girls are getting in a brawl. Me and a few other male competitors try to stop them but Morgana is able the get the physique competitor to the ground.
“Apologize!” She yells to the girl.
“No! You psycho bitch!” The other girls yells out.
“Okay…” Morgana says. “This is psycho.” She gets the other girl into an armbar and breaks the other girl’s arm. Morgana lets go and gets up. “Maybe that will teach you to respect us bikini girls.” She walks over to me and we leave
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After Morgana gets done pleasing me, she focuses on Alicia. The two girls are making out and caressing each other.
“I didn’t realize you were…” Alicia starts to say before Morgana places a finger over her lips.
“I like to experiment every once in a while,” she says softly. “So consider yourself lucky.” I let the girls have a moment so I set into the locker room to dry off and get dressed. “Oh yes!” Morgana is screaming just as long when I am pleasing her. The girls get done about 10 minutes and find me lounging in the VIP lounge watching the replay of the Ms. Olympia just in time to see Morgana’s wardrobe malfunction: her posing suit top was too tight and the top ripped in the middle of her most muscular pose. The replay edited out her being topless to finish her routine. “I keep saying the bigger breasts can’t handle those tiny suits. They should move it to Pay Per View and let the female bodybuilders pose topless.”
“They won’t do that because of sponsors,” I said. We get back in Alicia’s pickup truck and I drive back to Steel Sirens. Alicia politely asks to be friends on social media and offers to show us around the next time we are in Vegas. We continue down the strip and I ask, “What next?”
“Let’s go back to our hotel and sunbathe in the pool,” Morgana says. “I have a bikini I have been wanting to show off.” She smiles and she caresses my side. “Also, it’s an excuse to get you in that speedo I love.” We head back to our hotel suite and change into our swimsuits. Morgana is wearing a cover up dress over her bikini. “Don’t worry everyone will enjoy the show.” I am wearing a robe to cover up my custom made speedo (always a challenge to find something that doesn’t show too much of a bulge). We head to the pool area and see a lot of Olympia competitors relaxing or doing photoshoots.
“Seems like we aren’t the only one to think of that,” I said. Morgana quickly takes off her coverup and throws it at me before walking across the pool area. I remove the coverup off my head and smile. Morgana is wearing a bikini in which the top is barely covering her nipples and the skimpiest thong. Her breasts and ass are bouncing up and down with each step towards our private cabana poolside. She is the perfect mix of Playboy Playmate and Muscular Powerhouse. As Morgana sits on the lounging chair under the cabana and waits for me to remove my robe and walk across the pool area, I am thinking back to an earlier time after my first competition.
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I wake up on the first day of my junior year of high school. Word of my transformation and photos of me in the competition has been the talk of my classmates. My gaming friends all laugh as they think female classmates in my grade who gave me no time of day think I am going to change my mind and give them the time of day. I take my shower, get dressed, and head towards Samantha’s room to wake her up.
“Hey Sammy,” I said as I knock on the door before opening it as I doubt she can hear my knocking over the music playing in her room. “Time for your…” I freeze in place as I am seeing Samantha going through a few yoga poses in just her underwear. Samantha turns, looks at me, and screams. She quickly grabs a book and chucks it at me as I dive into the hallway and scramble to the kitchen. I am quickly putting my lunch into my backpack when I see Samantha standing blocking the way to the elevator.
“What gives you the right to barge in during my yoga time!” She yells. “Be glad I had some clothes on!”
“Aunt Mary told me last night to make sure you are up!” I said being a bit upset at her. I put my backpack on. “Besides, like you said, I can look but can’t touch…” I walk past her. “So how about we don’t talk about it.” Samantha is a bit taken back by my behavior but since the transformation, I think she’s just all bark and no bite. I head to the elevator and go to floor level. I exit the building and use my skateboard to get to school quickly. When I do arrive, I get bombarded by a group of the hottest girls in school. I push my way past them not giving any of them a second with me. “Hey… you guys still up for our next D&D session,” I ask my gaming friends.
“What about…” one friend motions to the group of girls behind me. I look over my shoulder and chuckle.
“They aren’t worth my time…” I spoke. “I want to be with friends who been with me since day one at school!” The girls gasp and disperse. “I should of done that sooner…” As we walk through the halls, I notice Morgana exiting the main office.
“Dad,” Morgana says softly. “I don’t want to be here…”
“Then you shouldn’t have broken boy’s nose,” Sergei said. He notices me and my friends. “Look, isn’t that boy trainer and his gaming group.” Morgana turns and smiles.
“I’m guessing you just got enrolled,” I asked. She nods.
“Yeah, I got expelled from my last school,” she said. “But the kid deserved it after he tried to cop a feel of my breasts.” She smiles. “At least I know you guys.” The bell rings and we head to our home room. Morgana turns out to be in the same home room.
“If you want,” I said. “I can show you around at lunch time.” She smiles. Between my improved body and her being the smoking hot new student, we are the talk of the school. Just before lunch, I see a few football players hitting on her. I am about to see if she needs help when she grabs one of the guys by the shoulders and knees him so hard in the groin.
“You are a sick man to think I would be willing to fuck you after meeting you for the first time!” She yells loudly so everyone within earshot can hear. She walks over to me and chuckles, “I could see you were ready to pounce so I made sure you weren’t needed.” We head to the cafeteria and I’m still comprehending what she did. “I might have dabbled in a bit of karate when I was younger.”
“Remind me to never piss you off,” I said. She laughs.
“Don’t worry… Your looks would make up for your foolish behavior,” She says with a smirk. We get done with our lunches and I show her around the school. “So, I hear you have become quite popular due to your growth spurt.”
“Yeah…” I said. “I’ve lost track of how many notes or texts I have gotten…” I sigh. “But most of the girls just view me more than eye candy. I want someone notice the real me and not the hunky exterior.” Morgana nods.
“Makes sense…” she said. “I was the chubby kid growing up but on my 14th birthday, I said enough and researched as much as I could in fitness. You can say I accomplished my goal.” I nod in agreement. The rest of school is boring due to it being the first time. When school is over, I race to IronWorkz Gym for my after school job. A few of other workers ask if I got all the attention due to my transformation. I pull out my phone to show some of the texts I got, which I am wondering how some of the girls got my number as I haven’t talked to some.
“It will be an interesting year…” I said. I spend a little time after work talking to figure out the plans for my next competition and my desire to compete in teenage bodybuilding category. I have dinner with my family and we are watching professional wrestling. I chuckle at the absurd storylines but enjoy seeing the female wrestlers in the revealing outfits. The first week of school, I have coaches from every sport try to get me to try out. I decide to give it and shot and boy, it was funny for those who were watching and a bit embarrassing for me. I might have an athletic looking body but I didn’t have the talent. I join the weightlifting club because of course, any additional time lifting weights and using my knowledge to help others I enjoy. I feel that everywhere I go, all eyes are always on me due to my physique.
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I chuckle as I notice almost every gal in the pool are looking at me as I remove my robe to show off my impressive physique and my custom made speedo. I walk across the pool area and hear a few cat calls and some whistles. I drop the clothes onto a spare chair in the cabana and watch Morgana rub sunscreen all over her body.
“I don’t know why they are so shocked at seeing us like this,” Morgana says with a smile. “It’s not like we haven’t posed before with little to no clothing on.” I chuckle as with Morgana, the bigger she got, the less clothing she liked to wear to the point we have a rule of no clothing when we have no guests at our place.
“I think they are impressed that we are still in peak contest shape,” I smile as I go into a lat spread to show off to the pool crowd. I can hear a few faint moans. We are laying in our cabana watching what is going on: we notice a few photoshoots, a couple interviews, and a couple groups doing an impromptu pose down. “I’m glad that everyone has gotten smart to not bother us after a competition.” Morgana chuckles.
“I think you lifting up that annoying photographer and dangling over the railing last year helped with us having our space,” Morgana says. I roll my eyes.
“That twerp kept asking questions that were inappropriate and I needed to show him a lesson,” I said. “Besides, he would of fell into the pool that was underneath.” We are relaxing in our cabana chairs and watch over everything, like we are a bodybuilding king and queen watching everyone compete for our attention.
“I love seeing all the males and some females trying to get me to watch them,” Morgana says as she licks her lips. “However, there is only one man who can…” She looks at me, and her eyes go from my chest to my abs and lastly to the bulge in my speedo. “Please me and I know won’t break when I am in the mood to be aggressive.” I smile as she takes an ice cube from her drink and slowly slides the ice cube down her breasts and abs. She is faithful to me but enjoys getting other guys and gals turned on. It gives her a sense of superiority making anyone want her.
“Dear,” I said. “Don’t get everyone too wound up… Remember, we have that college football game we are special guests tonight.” Morgana looks disgusted.
“Ugh…” She says with an annoying look. “I hate that barbaric sport. Those football players think they are the big man on campus.” I see her closing her eyes and fondling her breasts. “I bet you could obliterate them just like you did to our high school team years ago…” I smile as I know she enjoyed seeing me destroy those players during my sophomore year of high school.
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Me joining the weightlifting club at school helped drive up membership. I enjoy the school’s weight room. It is not as big as IronWorkz Gym but it’s enough to help me workout. I help out other weightlifting club members (which includes my gaming friends) develop workout plans and help with improving the group.
The weightlifting club notices that the cheerleaders always plan their runs on the treadmills during our club workouts. I won’t argue at seeing some of the hottest girls in school running in place. I know Morgana tried to join the cheerleaders but was rejected for some stupid reason, my guess was she was better than the girls currently in the cheerleading squad and they didn’t want to be out-staged by a rookie. After that, she quit gymnastics and focused on swimming as she wanted to be great in one sport and not okay in two.
“Don’t you get annoyed at the cheerleaders asking you out on a date,” one of my gaming friends, Timothy, asks as I help rack a weight for the bench press.
“Yes and no,” I said. “Yes, it does get annoying as I can see them viewing me more as arm candy… but no, as I am enjoying the flirting, pictures, and texts. Gets me experience for when I try…”
“To ask Morgana out?” Another gaming friend, Andrew, asks. I look at him. “Oh please… we can all see that you like her. However, you are too afraid to move beyond friends.”
“It’s complicated…” I said as I do my set. “I do like her… but I can’t tell if she likes me for me or…” I look at the cheerleaders who are blowing kisses at me. “Is she just like the cheerleaders: view me as arm candy.”
“We aren’t lucky with dating,” Timothy says. “However, you don’t see the way Morgana looks at you like we do. It’s not lust but joy and happiness.” Andrew nods.
“Just don’t wait too long otherwise she might think you aren’t interested,” Timothy says. I thank my friends for their advice. After the workout session, I take a shower in the guy’s locker room, and when I leave the head cheerleader Charlotte was standing there.
“Hey Anthony…” Charlotte says. “I can’t believe how big you gotten over the summer.” I let out a groan as it seems like I hear the same line about how much I grew over the summer and it’s getting annoying.
“How about you try again with something original,” I say as I cross my arms over my chest. “Because I’ve heard that line… 3 times this week already.” Charlotte giggles. I enjoy seeing her breasts slightly bounce under her shirt.
“Hmmm… how about this, I’m quite impressed on how strong you have gotten…” She steps forward and feels my arm. “I was wondering if you would be interested in a pool party I’m hosting this weekend.” I look at her.
“What about Jack?” I asked. Charlotte and Jack have been together since freshman year due to him beating the quarterback of the football team and her being the hottest cheerleader.
“He and I are on a break,” Charlotte says. “Apparently he has eye on some trashy skank who is a new student… some blonde hair bimbo who thinks she can mess up the cheerleading dynamic…” She slides her hand under my shirt to feel my abs. “So, I got my eye on you…”
“So in other words,” I said. “To make him jealous?” Charlotte nods as she tries to give me a kiss but I stop her. “Meet me at the soccer field in 10 minutes and I will really show how much more of a man I am.” Charlotte smiles and runs off. I meet up with my gaming friends and tell them what happened. We are all laughing as the sprinklers go off as Charlotte is standing there soaking wet.
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The sudden splash of water on me breaks me out of my daydream. I get up and stretch. I notice that Morgana is not in her lounge chair. I scan the pool area and find her talking with someone. I walk over to them and give Morgana a kiss.
“Hey hun…” Morgana said. “You looked so peaceful napping that I didn’t want to wake you up. However, I am glad you did… as I ran into Charlotte, an old classmate of ours.” I turn and look at Charlotte. She is quite fit with clearly some plastic surgery done. “She was here for…” It looks like she is drawing a blank.
“It’s okay…” Charlotte said. “I was boring you with business talk. I am the social media representative for Iron Goddesses Magazine and I was trying to see if Morgana here would do a photoshoot for us.” I look at Morgana and there is a look of concern. “I was also hoping I could get her to do an article on intimacy as a bodybuilder.”
“I think she needs some time to think about it,” I said. “Give us your card and she will call you later.” Charlotte hands her business card to Morgana and walks away. The moment, Charlotte leaves our line of sight, I look at her, “Wow, you took that quite…”
“That conceited uptight bitch thinks I’m going to do an interview!” Morgana says with anger in her voice. “As if I am going to tell anything about what I do to please you in the bedroom…” She chuckles. “Those are my secrets as the world doesn’t need to know how often we go at it… or how long… or what it does for our workouts.”
“Then don’t do it,” I said. “Explain that you want to keep those details private and they need to accept that.” I sigh. “It’s not like the world has seen us in the bedroom.” Morgana looks at me and laughs.
“I think I have lost track on how many times people have asked for a sequel,” she says as she kisses me while caressing my chest. “However, she won’t get me for a photoshoot or an interview because she never apologize for all the times she caused trouble for both of us in high school and in college.” I sigh as I do remember she was trouble for us, especially in high school.
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A few days after Charlotte trying and failing to flirt, I am waiting for Morgana at IronWorkz gym for a workout. As we workout, I notice a few bruises on her arm and ask what happened
“Nothing that concerns you,” she says quite coldly.
“Sorry for asking…” I said. “I was only being concerned.” Morgana sighs.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’ve been dealing with some… things… and I am perfectly fine.” She declines out customary protein shakes after our workout at the smoothie shop. Our group of friends notice she is acting distant. I decide to wait after school and talk to her after swim practice since Morgana is on the swim team. I walk over to the girl’s locker room and I over hear voice.
“Listen here…” a guy’s voice says. “I’m not asking this time. You will go out on a date and I won’t take a no for an answer.”
“Then how about this,” Morgana says. I hear a grunt and the I hear someone get slammed into a wall.
“Hold her!” The guy’s voice says. “This bitch needs to be taught a lesson.” I follow the voice and find Morgana being restrained by four of Jack’s cronies/football team members and Jack is ripping Morgana’s shirt.
“Hey!” I step into the room and drop my backpack. “Leave her alone.” The guys let go of Morgana who collapses onto a heap and is sobbing.
“Look here,” Jack says. “It’s the frail freak…” I curl my hands into fists. “You think you are hot shit since your change but I know you are just weak and worthless.” I look at the five guys and smiles.
“How about this? You leave and stop bothering Morganaz… and I won’t tell the principal.” The guys laugh.
“We are the star players in the football team,” Jack says. “We won’t get punished… So we will go with our option, we beat you up until you are unconscious.” The four goons quickly rush me and hold me. Jack walks in and gets ready to punch my stomach. I tense my abs as Jack throws the punch. “Oww!” Jack wails as the punch breaks his hand. I headbutt Jack and he falls down.
“Then option three is I lay the Smackdown to the point you all are in the hospital,” I said. I go all out and use my boxing and karate skills to beat them. I didn’t realize one of them tried to use a wooden chair and it shattered on my back, but I was filled with so much rage and adrenaline that I didn’t pay attention. When the dust has cleared, I walk over to Morgana and touch her shoulder. She instinctively punched me hard in the groin and I fall to my knees. “Ooof!” Morgana opens her eyes and sees me.
“Anthony!” she wraps her arms around me and starts crying. “Those assholes have been harassing me and wouldn’t stop. That’s why I have bruises.” I rub her back
“It’s okay…” I said. “Besides, I’m going to be the one suspended since they are on the football team… but I think they got the worse end of…” Morgana gives me a long kiss “what happened…” she blushes deeply. I hand her a sweatshirt to replace her torn shirt and we leave. Of course, the next day I am informed that I am suspended for a month due to the fight, but it gets shortened to a week after Morgana’s testimony saying I didn’t initiated the fight. I spend the whole week cleaning the penthouse from top to bottom and did extra shifts at the gym. One day after school, Andrew comes to the gym.
“Charlotte has been saying you attacked her and is trying to get your suspended for longer!” Andrew says.
“WHAT!?!?!” I yelled. Andrew tells me the story that Charlotte has been telling. When he’s done, I bust up laughing. “Dude, I have proof to show she’s lying.” I pull out my phone and show pictures and video of our gaming marathon that happened the same day Charlotte claims I assaulted her. When the principal and police officers arrive, my friends testimony, the pictures, and video clear me. When I return back to school, Morgana rushes to me and gives me a big hug and a soft kiss.
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Morgana is making out with me after she won the impromptu arm wrestling contest that broke out pool side. She smacks my ass and with a smirk says, “I hope you are ready for after the game as I play to score multiple times.” We go back to our suite to change. I am wearing an American Bodybuilding College football jersey with a pair of blue jeans while Morgana is wearing a dress has a plunging neckline and that clings to her body to show her sexy curves.
“Why do you tease me so,” I say as I wrap my hands around her waist and kiss her neck.
“Because I am hoping to get your mind on me and not the game,” she says. “Besides no cheerleader can compare to me.” I chuckle as I fantasize her in a cheerleader outfit. “Although, you would enjoy what I have under this dress more than a cheerleader outfit.” She smiles as she flexes her arms then does a few slow pec bounces. “I bet if I had an outfit like this on our first prom, maybe I wouldn’t have had to wait a year longer to finally get you in bed…” She winks as she leaves me in the bathroom. I get undressed to take a long cold shower to cool down and as the water cascades down my body, I am thinking of our junior prom.
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After saving Morgana from Jack and his cronies, a few things happened at school. The football team’s season was a lot better Jack and his cronies demanding all the attention, and the football team actually had a winning season. Charlotte tried to convince the cheerleaders to change their cardio workout day, but was rejected and kicked out of the head spot. All the girls flirting at me was declined seriously which was both a blessing and a curse (as I did use it to help improve my flirting with Morgana). Lastly, Morgana changed her workouts so she could get stronger so no one would ever do that to her.
After winter break, the gaming group comes up with an idea to go to prom as a group and not worry about finding dates since we are an equal group of guys to gals. Morgana was out of school that day the plan was conceived, so I walk up to her locker the next morning.
“Morgana,” I said. She turns around and smiles. “The gang is planning on going to prom as a group and everyone was already matched up except for…”
“You and I,” she says. She giggles as she can clearly see that our friends trying to set us up. “You know I have had a few guys ask me to prom…” I look a bit dejected but she laughs. “I’ve told them no as I am waiting for someone special to ask…” I notice she is playing with her hair while looking at me.
“Well, in that case,” I said as I pull a flower from behind my back. “Will you go to prom with me?” Morgana takes the flower and smiles.
“Of course,” she says. “And I want you to put more work in the weight room as I want you to be the hottest guy in a tux there.” I groan as I hate suits and tuxes as it restrict my muscles. “But don’t worry… I will putting extra work to as I got a dress that you will enjoy…” Everyone is excited for prom. Morgana and I are wearing sweats more as we don’t want the other to see our hard work until prom.
“Today’s the day,” Samantha says as I am laying out my rental tux. “Your junior prom… excited?”
“Nervous more like it,” I said. Samantha walks in and sits at my desk chair. “I have been working out and making sure my diet is on point as I want to look…”
“Like you are getting ready to compete?” Samantha says. “Trust me, Morgana is lucky to have you as a date… and have you thought about after prom?” She smiles as I shake my head no. “Then, let me give you a tip: let her decide how far she is willing to go.” I give Samantha a hug and I swear I feel her grope my ass during the hug. I put on my tux and head to the main floor as my Aunt and Uncle have a limo waiting for me to pick up Morgana and my friends. Morgana is the last person to be picked up. I am really nervous as I knock on the door.
“Hello!” I said to Sergei when he opens the door. “Is Morgana ready?” I get pulled into the room. My friends are watching in the limo and am betting on how long I am going to be questioned by him. For about 10 minutes, I am answering his questions on where we are going before prom (a fancy steakhouse), how long the prom is, if I am going to be handsy with Morgana and our plans after prom (a rented lakeside cabin).
“Dad!” Morgana says. “He’s not a criminal… he’s my date…” I turn to look at her and she is stunning. I can see her eyeing me up and down as my tux makes me look bigger than normal.Her dress is a bit revealing with a cut up her sides and it showing a little cleavage but not too much. I stand up and give her a corsage. We leave the house and enter the limo. On the drive for dinner, one of the girls asks who is paying for all of this.
“My parents left detailed instructions in their will to set aside money for important events like prom,” I said quietly. “Also, my aunt and uncle contributed too… so it’s all on them.” Everyone agrees to do something special for them later. We head to the steakhouse restaurant and have a great meal. Our group enters the prom thinking we are amazing. During one slow dance, I take Morgana and we dance on the dance floor.
“Anthony?” She asks. I look at her. “I’ve been trying to find the right words to say this but…” She lets out a sigh. “I know you are concerned about if I like you for your physique and not all of you…” I look a bit shocked. “Blame the girls rumor mill on me finding out…” I slightly chuckle. “And I know I can be a bit cold and sometimes stubborn… and most guys just focus on my boobs and my…” I can see she’s nervous too so I pull her close and give her a long kiss. When I break the kiss, she punches me in the shoulder. “Really? Kiss me at that moment.”
“Did I ruin the moment?” I asked embarrassingly. Morgana smiles before she pulls me in for another kiss. “So does this mean?” Morgana chuckles.
“For a muscular geek,” she says. “You are so clueless when it comes to dating. Yes, I want to go out with you… and I don’t mean workouts… I mean actual dates.” I look over at our friends who are cheering and applauding to see us finally progressing our relationship. Prom gets done and we go to our after prom party at my family’s lake side cabin. The guys and I try to be gentlemen and split the cabin so the guys share bedrooms and girls share other bedrooms. However, the girls agree each couple should share a room. Everyone goes to their room to put on their swimsuits so we can use the hot tub.
“Ummm…” I said to Morgana as I am changing in the bathroom. “Maybe I shouldn’t go out…”
“I don’t see why the gang would…” she says as she opens the bathroom door and is stunned at what she’s seeing. My physique is clearly almost bodybuilder like and there is a bulge in my swim trunks. “Whoa! Who is this hunk and when did he replace Anthony…” I look at her and licks my lips at seeing her revealing bikini. Morgana shakes her head clearing the naughty thoughts from her head. “Ummm, I can see why… Do I need to give you a moment alone?” I nod as I blush. Morgana gives me a kiss and whispers “Just fantasize about me pleasing you…” She leaves the bathroom and I go take off my swims trunks and take a cold shower while fantasizing about pleasing her after an intense workout.
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My concentration during my shower is broken as I hear the shower curtain pull open and sense someone stepping into the shower. Morgana’s gentle touch is caressing my arms then abs.
“You seriously thought I would let you be knowing you were probably going to please yourself due to my teasing…” Morgana whispers into my ear. Her hands go lower and she is stroking my cock. “Oh my, all the naughty talk today really got you really hard.” I am letting out deep grunts as she is stroking me. I place my hands on the shower wall and let out a moan as I release.
“My turn…” I said with a slight growl as I turn around and quickly pin her to the shower wall. Morgana is naked and I can see her nipples are very hard. I kiss her neck and breasts while my hands are caressing her all over.
“Yes!” She moans. “I always love your touch on my body!” I grab her ass, lift her up with ease, and kiss her 10 pack abs. I can feel her body shiver in my arms. I place her back down and she kisses me all over my lips, neck, and chest. Our passionate make out session has made us forget about the confined space of the shower and we tumble onto the floor. Morgana pins me to the bathroom floor and says, “I can’t wait any longer…” She climbs on top of me and smiles “Be prepared for this cowgirl to rock this bull of a cock…” She proceeds to bounce up and down on my cock as my hands are caressing her breasts and tugging her nipples. She is throwing her head back screaming as I am pulsing and throbbing inside her. She gets losses in the sensations that I am able to roll over so now she is on her back looking up at me. “Not…” I trust hard and she gasps. “Fair!”
“All is fair in love and war…” I said as now I pin her arms dow as I am thrusting hard and deep inside her. Morgana digs her nails up and down my back. We keep rolling around in the bathroom floor for about 20 minutes before we both get tired. We climb off the floor and take a quick rinse to clean ourselves off before getting dressed. We take a limo to the American Bodybuilding College versus University of Nevada- Las Vegas football game. We past by a billboard for the Teenage Strength and Conditioning Summer Camp which has a picture of me shirtless doing bicep curls with the caption of “The greatest Mr. Olympia trained here, you should too”.
Morgana sighs as she looks at the billboard, “Oh hun… that reminds of the summer you were away before our senior year of high school…”
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After prom, my relationship went through this strange transformation. At school, we were always holding hands or stealing a kiss when we could. With our friends, we are a bit reserved since we are the only couple in the group. However, when it comes to the gym, Morgana and I push each other even harder. I enjoy seeing her sweaty body after a workout and I have fantasized of being in the shower with her. We both agreed to wait until our 18th birthdays before we go further.
“I hate that I have to miss the summer for Swimming Camp,” Morgana says as we are watching a movie at the movie room in my family’s penthouse. I give her a peck on the cheek.
“Just as much as I hate being cross country at the Teenage Strength and Conditioning Summer Camp…” I said with a frown.
“As long as you don’t get hands with any of the counselors,” Morgana says as she slides her hands under my shirt and caresses my chest. “Because I’m the only one who can touch this.” I chuckle.
“Nope… you are the only one for me,” I said. “Now, just to lax on your workouts as we have that competition at the end of summer” Morgana nods.
“As long as you don’t lax on your workouts too,” she says. “You need the win for your college application.” We spend as much time as we can before I have to go cross country for Summer Camp as I am a counselor this year. My aunt and uncle get me a first class ticket so I can relax in privacy. When I arrive, I get to the cabin I will be the counselor for and unpack. I smile as I see an envelope with my name written on it. I open it up and read the letter Morgana wrote and smile as she enclosed a picture of her in a bikini.
When my cabin campers, I introduce myself as their counselor. My cabin contains current and upcoming teenage bodybuilders. They are excited to have me as their counselor. I explain to the guys that my job is to make sure they excel at camp and they leave better than they arrived. One night as we are winding down, the campers and myself get to know each other and we are sharing pictures of the girl waiting for us. They all agree that Morgana is smoking hot and I’m super lucky.
I’m able to talk to Morgana every Sunday for a little bit. We talk about camp and how it’s going. It usually ends with one of us getting the other wound up and then hang up. There have been a few nights I had to swim laps to cool down. The female counselors all enjoy my nightly swims as they get to see me shirtless.
Thanks to my campers and learning from them, I gain 20 pounds of muscle over the summer along with developing a confidence while posing. I have to leave a night early from camp so I can compete in a teen bodybuilding competition at home. I get to my hotel and swim in the pool. I didn’t realize Morgana saw me swimming but she know it was me. She texted me saying “I think I saw your biggest threat and he was swimming laps with no breaks!”
The morning of the competition arrives and I wake up early to do some yoga in just my boxers when I hear a knock at the door. I walk over and smiles when I see Morgana standing when I look through the peephole.
“One second!” I quickly unlock the door and quickly jump into the bathroom and shut the door. Morgana walks in and enters the hotel room.
“Anthony?” she asks. I can hear her sit on the bed
“Just give me a second!” I said as I am putting on a posing oil on my muscles. I smiles as I flex my muscles to get them pumped. “Are you ready for…” I step out into the room and see Morgana laying across the bed in her posing suit. She has clearly put the work in and she has a very toned frame. She looks at me and her jaw drops.
“Mmmm… why tease a gal like this…” she says as she is eyeing me in my posing suit. She stands up and walks over to me, and while gently caress my chest, she kisses me. I flex my pecs and I hear her yelp in surprise. “Now, my hunk… go on stage and prove to those judges what I know: You are going to surpass your parents as professional bodybuilders.” We go to the competition arena. I am thrown off my game when a professional teenage bodybuilder makes a surprise entrance so I get second place. The first place winner gives me compliments and the judges give me high praise and tell me to keep at it and I should become a pro soon. Morgana gets 3rd place in the teenage fitness competition. We celebrate our awards with a long makeout session in the hot tub.
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The elevator doors open which stop our passionate kiss, Morgana and I get to the skybox which the various current Mr. And Ms. Olympia winners are watching the football game. Most of them are American Bodybuilding College Alumni so we are more focused on catching up than watching the game as the American Bodybuilding College Olympians are crushing the UNLV Rebels by 42 to 0 at halftime.
I am chatting it up with the other male Olympia winners while Morgana is talking with the other female Olympia Winners. The jumbo screen is showing all of us and a few of the other guys take off their shirts and are posing. I can tell they are drunk. They go to the ladies and Morgana flashes the crowd while doing a pec flex and I am doing a spit take from what I was drinking. The crowd roars with approval.
“Gotta give the fans something entertaining,” she says as we are sitting down and enjoying the second half of the game. By the end of the 3rd quarter, it’s 63 to 0 and the Olympians are putting in 2nd and 3rd string players. I smile as I remember working with some of those players in the strength conditioning when I was an upperclassman in college. One of the female Olympia champions want to hear the story of the first time I was on campus. I smiled as I start telling the story.
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The first month of senior year, the advisor for the weightlifting club was able to get a special campus tour to American Bodybuilding College. The club was excited as that college was the place for young bodybuilders to push themselves to the next level if they wanted a career in sports or sports medicine. We fly cross country to California as the college is close to Muscle Beach. I am a bit depressed on the flight as I got another rejection letter from the college last month and worry that my chances of getting accepted isn’t going to happen.
“Hun…” Morgana says as she gently squeezes my hand as I’m looking out the window. “It’s going to be okay… you have placed in the top 5 of your past 4 competitions, multiple state records in weightlifting, your strength and conditioning program has helped the football team win the state title, and just named teenage amateur bodybuilder of the year by Flex Magazine.” Morgana slides her hand up my arm. “And you turned our group of friends into the fittest group of highest schoolers ever and…” She leans in, softly kisses my cheek, and whispers, “You got a smoking hot girlfriend who can’t wait to rock your world when we turn 18.” I blush a deep shade of red. The plane lands and we are taken by shuttle to American Bodybuilding College.
“Welcome to the prestigious American Bodybuilding College,” the tour guide says when arrive. “The place for future athletes and the best in sports medicine for this generation and beyond.” As we are walking through, I notice a good section of the student body is wearing sweats and I ask the guide. “It’s either they are hiding their look for various final exams or the campus Hot Body competition.” I notice a group of college girls looking at our group (and mainly me) quite intensely. Morgana notices it and she gives me a long kiss to show that I’m taken.
Our tour next takes us to the cafeteria. “Our cafeteria has received the title of “Fittest Cafeteria Choices” for 10 years in a row by the NCAA.” All the food selections are the healthiest possible. I am scanning the cafeteria and noticing some of the college guys are sizing me up.
“Next, is the state of the art Fitness and Student Center,” our guide says. The Center is almost a quarter of the campus. “Our gym is the most state of the art weight lifting equipment and has helped start the careers of countless Olympians, Professional athletes, action movie stars, and of course various Mr. And Ms. Olympians.” As we walk through the center and I am realizing it is setup like my family’s bodybuilding Mecca back home. As we walk through the weight room, we are hearing a few cat calls and comments directed at Morgana. I try to ignore them.
“I wouldn’t mind getting under her sweats and show her a really good time,” one guy says. I walk over to them.
“How about you show the lady some manners,” I said. One of the guys stands up and he’s just as tall as me.
“Make us,” he says. “As you are talking to the top college bodybuilder in the state of California… and who do you think you are?” I chuckle.
“Well,” I said as I puff out my chest. “I was just named the Teenage Amateur Bodybuilder of the year… and I will not have you disrespecting my girl.” The other guys back way.
“Hey, Zeke,” one of the other guys said. “I think you should back off… He’s just…”
“A wannabe who thinks he can be just as good as mommy and daddy,” Zeke says. “I had to work to where I am where you probably used your parents stash of steroids that were left after their death.” I bite my lips and take a deep breath. The tour guide tries to calm the situation down but I’m furious.
“How about this…” I said. “I challenge you to a mini competition… best of 5 exercises, Whomever lifts the mosts wins… if you win, I give up my application for the college… and if I win, you have to admit on your social media that a high schooler is superior to you.” Zeke laughs in my face.
“Your loss,” he says. “First bicep curls…” Zeke walks over and takes a pair of 75 pounds and does a full set. “Your turn…” I take off my sweatshirt and sweatpants to reveal my workout attire. Everyone in the gym stops and looks at me as I hand my sweats to Morgana.
“Normally,” she says. “I wouldn’t want you to do this but…” she looks over at Zeke then back at me. “He needs to be taught a lesson: show him no mercy…” I nod as I head to the weights and pick up 90 pounds and do two sets with little rest. The whole gym is watching the mini contest.
“Loser chooses next,” I said. My friendly demeanor is gone as my focus is to not just win but show complete dominance.
“Chest press,” Zeke says as his lifting partners put 235 on the bar and he nearly completes a set. A couple of my friends add more weight til 280 is on the bar and I do nearly two sets.
“It looks like you aren’t doing so well,” I said as I get up and flex my chest. I hear a few moans from a few college girls. “Last chance: apologize… or eat your words.”
“Squats!” Zeke yells as his friends put 290 pounds and he squats a full set, somewhat sloppy. My friends all laugh as they know I have already won as they put 325 on the bar. I lift complete two full sets. Zeke tries to throw a punch as
I rack the weight but I catch it.
“Seriously a cheap shot?” I said. “Well, since you wanted to fight dirty.” I squeeze hard that I break Zeke’s hand. “An eye for an eye.” Zeke is screaming as his hand is broken. “And I think there is video of my dominance probably on social media so I hope you learn to respect women as if I ever hear you talking trash to any woman, I will break more bones…” Zeke and his lifting buddies leave. Morgana runs to my side and gives me a long kiss.
“Excuse me,” someone says which interrupts our kiss. “I am Professor Steel of the Bodybuilding Program. If I am looking at our records…” he is looking down at his tablet. “You have been rejected twice to our college… is that true?” I nod my head. “Well, seeing how you defeated the college’s Mr. Hot Body… beat his lifts by a good margin… and I see an update of your accomplishments, I am recommending to the selection board for you to be accepted to our college along with a full scholarship.” My friends all cheer as they knew how much it means to me.
“Thank you,” I said. Professor Steel hands me his business card.
“If you have not heard anything in a couple weeks, please call me…” he says. “As a young man with talents as yours and bloodline should be here.” I take the card and thank him.
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“I got back home and got an acceptance letter within a couple days,” I said with a smile. The game is over and the American Bodybuilding College destroyed UNLV 84 to 0. A few of the other Olympia winners are planning to go to Steel Sirens then to a a strip club. “Thanks for the offer but…”
“We would like to come!” Morgana said. I look at her confused. “Hun, we have been in contest prep for months and I really want to let me hair down.” I chuckle as she was right.
“Just promise me you won’t drink too much so you don’t appear on the fitness celebrity blogs…” I say as I am remembering last year and we got so drunk that she actually took her clothes off and was walking the strip in her posing suit. Morgana rolls her eyes in annoyance. As we are in the elevator, the Ms. Fitness and Bikini Olympias are being very touchy as they are caressing all over my body. I look over at Morgana.
“Don’t worry,” she said. “They asked me before… Both of them kept asking questions so I told them that I give them free reign to touch your muscles.” We leave the elevator and head to our limo. As we climb into the limo, we are making out as feeling our impressive physiques. “You know… I think I have my Steel Sirens waitress outfit. Maybe I can wear that… I always know that me wearing that always got you wound up.” I chuckle as I visualize seeing her in that outfit… especially the very first time.
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I was jumping for joy when I got my acceptance letter to American Bodybuilding College along with the notice of my full scholarship. My gaming/workout buddies are trying to figure out on where to celebrate. One of them brings up going to Brawny Babes.
“It is like Hooters,” one of the guys says. “But instead of big tits, tiny waists, and curvy asses… It’s fit bodies!” Another mentions that anyone who brings an acceptance letter to American Bodybuilding College gets their meal free. Thankfully it’s a short walk from the school, so we plan it after our next D&D session.
“Sorry,” Morgana says as I tell her the plan but I omit which restaurant we were going to. “I can’t make it as I have to work… but I will make it up to you…” When we do get there, we are all watching the various waitresses (which vary from bikini girls, fitness models, cross fitters, physique competitors, to bodybuilders) wearing very revealing sports bras and very tight shorts. We are taken to our table. One of the girls walks up to the table.
“Welcome to Brawny Babes!” The server says. “My name is Megan and I want to inform you that a rookie server will be taking your order and I will be assisting. Please be respectful to her and what’s the reason for coming today?” My friends mention my acceptance letter. “Congratulations! Oh look, here’s your rookie server now.”
“Hello…” a somewhat familiar voice says. “Welcome to Brawny… OH MY GOD!!!” I turn and see Morgana standing there in her waitress outfit. All of us at the table are stunned as Morgana never wears anything this revealing. Morgana stands there a bit frozen but she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She forces a smile. “Welcome to Brawny Babes! My name is Ana and what brings you all in today?” As I mention the acceptance letter, she walks over to me and caress my arm. “Well, I would hope big strong hunk like you would be going to that college.” We order our drinks and start asking each other if we knew Morgana worked here.
“I am so dead…” I said as I know Morgana gets jealous when she sees me looking at other girls. Megan is helping Morgana with taking our order. I excuse myself to go to the bathroom. When I exit the bathroom, Morgana is standing in the hallway with her arms crossed and looking a bit upset. “Sweetie, why didn’t you tell me you worked here.”
“Because I didn’t want you or anyone else from the gang to come here,” she said. “But it looks like everyone knows. Just promise me to not tell my dad… he think I’m working elsewhere.” I nod. She points to the poster behind her showing the restaurant’s calendar for special themed days. “Yes… I will have to dress up on those days…” I think about it.
“As long as you don’t make me work extra hard for looking a the other girls…” Morgana chuckles.
“It just tell me what I need to work on,” she says. “I’ve seen you stare at Megan’s tits, April’s arms and abs, Lisa’s legs, and Beth’s booty…” I blush deeply. “I’ve told the girls that you are my man… and there is a rule of no flirting with no other girl’s man.” I return back to the table and enjoy the meal with the gang. I leave an larger tip before we leave. A few hours later as I am winding down for bed, I get a notification on my phone of Morgana sending a picture of her in her Brawny Beauties outfit with a text saying: Bet you enjoy me in this… and the other outfits i will be sharing. I had a great nights sleep picturing here in various holiday themed outfits
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Much longer chapter. Absolutely loving it.
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Much longer chapter. Absolutely loving it.
Don’t know if I really have ‘chapters’ per say. I just write until I get to a point in which I think to add to the story.
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We arrive to Steel Sirens and Morgana smiles, “Looks like our favorite server is working.” Alicia and all the other girls working are wearing lacy lingerie. The waitresses outfits are a bit more racy after 8 pm as it’s only 21+ allowed in. As we head towards our table, I get slapped in the ass by Alicia and she winks at us. The others greet as we sit down. We order our food and drinks.
“So,” the Mr. Physique Olympia winner asks. “I hear rumor of you wanting to break the all time record held by your father and then retire…” I chuckle.
“Honestly, I have thought of it…” I said. I flex my arm and smile. “However, I want someone to actually take the title from me and not earn it because I retired.” Morgana smiles.
“And that’s the same for me…” Morgana says. “I want someone with a bigger drive and passion to beat me.” Alicia comes over to our table as she is our server. We place our drinks in. We are watching what is on the televisions in the restaurant and check as Morgana’s show at the football game has become a viral clip. “Hey, it’s much better than the beat down we were watching on the field…” Everyone laughs at our table as Morgana is known for her brutal honesty. We are watching the television as it switches to the preliminary matches for the MMA fights. “Another sport just as Barbarian as football…” I roll my eyes and sigh as Morgana’s hated for MMA almost destroyed our relationship before it could get very serious.
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I was laying in my hospital bed during a long weekend break of my senior year in high school. Every six months after the car accident, I had to make a weekend visit to the hospital to get checked as the doctors were always concerned of side effects from the overactive pituitary gland. I always dreaded it as I didn’t want to tell my friends or Morgana what my ‘family retreats’ were. I would get countless samples of blood taken, and countless tests of my strength and speed, along with scans of my muscular, skeletal, and nervous system. The only good thing was being waited on by the nurses, who enjoyed seeing me wearing just boxers most of the time. Also, I enjoyed flirting with the college aged nurses. The doctors only concerned seemed that I was having a much higher elevated levels of testosterone for a teenager my age. I was recommended to do more physical activities. I explained that I have being doing mixed martial arts along with running and lifting weights. As I am getting ready to dressed to get discharged, one of the nurses enters my room.
“So…” the nurse said. “I overheard the doctor wants you to do more intense workouts. My boyfriend fights in a what could be described as underground with little to no rules and the fights are intense.” She hands me a business card. “I showed him pictures of you and says that you might be young but maybe you can use their facilities to assist with your… condition.” I thank the nurse. “But I didn’t tell you this, am I clear?” I nod my head and pocket the card. When I am discharged from the hospital, I go to the address on the card. The building is in the warehouse district. I knock on the door and I see a hear an intercom next to the door turn on.
“Yes?” A female’s voice says.
“Hello,” I said. “I’m here to meet with…” I look at the card and look for a name. “Titan to talk about using your fight club to…” I hear a buzz and the door opens. The gal whose voice I heard on the intercom is standing there eyeing me up and down.
“A bit young,” she says as she steps forward. “But built like a tank…” She lifts up my shirt and smiles. “Damn son, aren’t you a bit young to be using steroids.” I growled as I hate when people assumed I was using drugs.
“This is 100% hard work…” I said with a deeper tone in my voice. I flex my pecs and abs. “I was blessed with amazing genetics.” The girl smiles.
“Young yet dominant,” she smiles. “I think we can come to an agreement but first…” she extends her hand out. “I need your cell phone. This operation isn’t fully legal and we try our best to keep it under the radar. You will get it back when you leave.” I give her my phone and she puts it in a ziploc bag. “Come with me…” I follow her as we enter the building.
“Thank you, Miss…” I say as I walk behind her enjoying the sway of her ass as she walks.
“Siren,” she said. “We use nicknames here…” I notice the building looks like a high tech MMA gym. The fighters stop training as they watch me pass by. We stop in front of an office and I hear grunting and the sounds of punches. The window next to the office shatters as a man is thrown through the window and lands in a heap. The door opens and a massive man steps out. I recognize him in bodybuilding magazines as my father’s biggest rival who won Mr. Olympia the year after my parents passing and just disappeared. “Titan… this young man wants…”
“I know why he’s here,” the towering man says. “One of my girls gave him my card… said he’s young, strong, and hungry for more…” He chuckles. “Just like your old man.” I get invited into the office. “Don’t mind the mess… had to deal with some trash…” I gulp as I sit down. “So, tell me what’s going on?” I explain what happened and what the doctors said. He thinks for a few minutes. “So, here’s what I will do… you can have access to these facilities but I ask for you to do a few fights as my clientele wants to see some younger meat. You will get a cut of the profits of the fight. Do you have a deal… Olympius”
“As long as I fight clean and my opponents are clean,” I said x Titan chuckles.
“I might run an underground fight club but I expect everyone to be clean,” Titan says. I shake his head and wonder if I made the right decision. I alter my training schedule so I spend one night at the fight club. The trainings are very intense as the other fighters view me as a threat and I need to earn my place. I am getting bruises and cuts that I can hide from my family but Morgana is noticing and is showing deep concern.
“I’m fine…” I said with annoyance. It seems to get annoyed quickly. I have gotten into a few altercations at school. I’m suspended from the weight lifting club. One night, Morgana decides to follow me as I head to the fight club for a fight night. I knock on the door to the warehouse and Siren opens the door.
“You are a bit early,” she says.
“I need to blow off some steam before I destroy my opponent today.” I said as I enter. Morgana looks around the warehouse and finds a open window and sneaks in. She watches me compete and destroy my opponent. Morgana follows me for a few more weeks and records the fights as she knows this is highly illegal.
“Anthony!” Morgana says as she comes out from behind some barrels as I approach the warehouse. “What the hell? Illegal underground fighting!” She plays a video of a fight. “That’s why you keep skipping workouts.”
“You don’t understand…” I said as I try to walk past her but she pushes me back. “You’ve seen me at school, I have almost gotten expelled for fighting! I need an escape and lifting weights don’t work!” Morgana shakes her head. “I get paid quite well and I don’t care of the bruises.”
Morgana looks at me, “if you go in there… we are done! As a couple, workout buddies…” I growl deeply.
“Fine by me…” I said. “There are plenty of ring gals who would love to be in bed by me.” I walk past her and knocks on the door. Siren opened the door and I pull her close for a kiss. “I’d like to take up on your offer…” Morgana starts to cry and leaves the area.
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“Mmmm… someone is enjoying the fight,” Morgana is nibbling my neck as her hands slide down and gently rubs my groin. “Then again… two buxom beauties bouncing up and down while fighting will get any red blooded male wound up.” I look at her.
“I thought You hate MMA,” I said. She rolls her eyes.
“I hate when I see you or anyone I love fighting like that,” she said. “You were still a bonehead for the time of fighting in high school.”
“Didn’t we agree to drop that,” I said. “Just like I never bring up your revenge hookup after we broke up due to my fighting”
“Revenge hookup?” The Ms. Physique Olympia winner asks. “Ooh, do tell…” Morgana and I look at each other and sigh.
“Not our proudest moment,” I said as I start telling the story.
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Not long after that little incident between Morgana and I, the fight club gets raided by state and federal police. It turns out Titan was using the fight club as a front for illegal drugs, which I didn’t know about. I was lucky due to being 17 and with no evidence that connected me to any illegal activities. I wasn’t charged but all my winnings from my fights were seized.
At home, I pretty much all privileges revoked and my routine was breakfast, go to school, work at the gym afterwards, Dinner, home work, and bed for months after the raid. I was allowed to workout a little during my work shifts but I had to withdraw from a couple competitions.
Morgana and I weren’t talking at all as I think she was the one who provided the info…. But I learned later it was Sergei that found the video on her phone and sent it to the police. Morgana canceled her membership and went to another bodybuilder gym to avoid seeing me.
One day after school, my friends and I notice Morgana climb on the backseat of a motorcycle and give the guy on it a kiss and caress his chest. I was a bit pissed but if she wanted to see someone else, not my problem. After a little digging, I learned the guy was a college bodybuilder who competes in underground bodybuilding competitions where steroid and drug usage is rampant. I also notice that Morgana is flirting more with classmates and her social media has more pictures of her in skimpy clothes or bikinis.
As it is getting closer to prom, almost every gal in school asks me out but I politely decline. I didn’t want to go as I knew Morgana would probably wear something really skimpy just to get revenge. After some persistence from my family, friends, and coworkers, I decide to not take a date to prom.
“So…” Samantha says via video chat as I’m getting ready for prom. “Going stag? Really brave…” I sigh as I look at her. She is going to college at University of Miami with her being a year older. “You know Morgana is doing all of this to get you to make the first move…” I look at her with a you can’t be serious look. “Yes, she did break up with you… but you were hurting yourself and it breaks her heart that you wanted to do that.” I am silent as I didn’t tell Samantha the true reason why I used the fight club. My friends pick me up and we head to prom.
“Everyone,” I said as we arrive. “Have fun and don’t worry about…” That’s when I noticed Morgana walk in. Her prom dress was very low cut in the front and slits up the legs to her thighs. It looks like she got a couple extra layers of tanning and her makeup accentuates her exotic look. “Me…” I sign and say “This will be a long night…” I am dancing with my friends. On a few slow dances, Morgana and her date, the college bodybuilder, are being very handsy on the dance floor. I have broken a few plastic glasses crushing them watching the sight.
One of the girls in the group, Elizabeth, sits next to me and says, “Just talk to her…” I look at her. “Us girls still talk and she keeps asking us about you.” I look back at Morgana and her date. “Oh please… she went on a bodybuilding dating app to find the biggest person in the area who would be willing to date her. He means nothing.” I notice Morgana’s date trying to slide his hand under her dress and I can see Morgana squirming. I have enough and start walking over to them.
“Well, if you didn’t dress like a hooker,” Morgana’s date says as I approach. “Maybe I wouldn’t be wanting to grope you…” I tap his shoulder and he looks over. “She doesn’t want you…” I tap his shoulder again.
“Listen here, you steroid drinking asshole…” I said. “Her body language tells me she’s not interested.” I push him off of Morgana and tend to her. The guy grabs me and throws me as I slam into a table.
“I am going to enjoy beating you up…” the guy says as he takes off the jacket of his tux. “Then having my way with this cocktease.” I get up and he tackles me and we tumble into the floor. I am fighting defensively waiting for the right moment. His blows are a bit tough but I am able to withstand them doing my fights. “What’s a matter? Not willing to fight for this bitch.” I strike a couple body blows but mostly keep my distance. “ All these muscles and not willing too…” He drops his guard and I throw a punch to his stomach which takes his breath away. Then I grab his shoulders and bring his head down as I give him a knee strike that knocks him out. He collapses to the ground. I walk over to Morgana and check on her.
“Are you okay?” She says nothing as she embraces me and sobs softly. I rub her back and whisper. “I am sorry for pushing you away.” Prom ends a bit early so we head to our group’s prom after party. My friends are wondering why I don’t go check up with Morgana as she wait straight upstairs and locked the door to her bedroom. I finally get the nerve to go upstairs and I knock on the door. “Morgana, please let me in?” hear the lock unlock and I enter the door.
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Love the cliffhanger
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“What happened next?” Ms. Fitness Olympia winner asks. I take a drink as I can sense that all the females at our table are hanging on every word.
“That’s between Morgana and I,” I said as I wink at Morgana. “We made an agreement to never talk about what happened behind closed doors as that’s meant to be private.” I take her hand and look at the wedding ring on her hand. “We even wrote that into our vows.” Morgana leans in and give me as kiss as her hand gently rubs my groin area. “Even if we could profit over that… We don’t want every detail of our private lives out.”
“No one needs to know about our first romp,” she says. “And I’m ready to rock your world again tonight.” She smiles as she feels the bulge grow and I grip the table tight. Always thinking back to that night always gets me really wound up and wanting to please her so much.
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The room was dark, and I tried to turn a light on but before I could, I am pinned to the wall. Morgana is kissing me while her hands are caressing my upper body.
“That was so hot,” she says. “You destroy that jerk…” I finally find the light switch and turn it on. I can see Morgana’s makeup is a bit smudged due to her crying and she is wearing a silk robe. I wipe of the smeared makeup and pick her up. I walk over to the bed and lay her down on it. “Please forgive me, I was dating that jerk and wearing sexier attire to get you jealous…”
“Seriously?” I spoke. “You broke up with me… after I didn’t want to give up the fighting… If I didn’t have to deal with…” I stop and let out a deep sigh. I look at her as she can sense I am wanting to say something more. “Okay, I am going to tell you something that no one outside my family knows. The accident with your dad’s car knocked something lose in my pituitary gland so I went from low testosterone to very high testosterone. That’s why I gain muscle so quickly.” Morgana shows a look of concern. “I was doing the fights as working out and fighting helped quell the increased aggression.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” She asks quietly as she rubs my arm.
“You were so upset,” I said. “And I doubted you would believe me.” Morgana smiles.
“I deal with anger issues,” she says. “I get quite jealous when other girls are flirting with you, and I just want to pull them by the hair and rip them off you.” I chuckle. “I do plenty of breathing exercises and yoga. Maybe I can teach you, that is if you forgive me…” I look at her confused. “For trying to make you jealous.”
“I should be apologizing as you were concerned at me, but I didn’t tell you why,” I said as I rub her back. “So, I should ask for your forgiveness.” Morgana pounces me and she kisses me while caressing me all over.
“Of course, I forgive you,” she says with a smile. “As long as you forgive me for my bitchy demeanor.” We hold each other tight.
“How about we change into our swimsuits and join our friend’s downstairs in the pool,” I said. Morgana nods as she stands up to remove her robe. She is wearing a conservative bikini than what she usually wears.
“See you downstairs,” she smiles as she leaves the room. I get up and go to the bathroom to change into my swim trunks. When I get downstairs, all my friends are in the pool area talking while swimming. They are happy to see Morgana and I together again. Morgana takes the girls aside, they get out of the pool, and they are talking. One of the girls go to the pool’s stereo system and play a song. “I think you owe me a slow dance.” I take her by the hand, and we have a slow dance. She rests her head on my chest and I caress her sides as we dance. When the dance is done, we look at each other and I can see a look of desire in her eyes. We relax at the pool side for a while before we all get tired and head to the bedrooms. Morgana and I are making out again when the bedroom door is closed.
“Morgana…” I say softly as we are cuddling in bed. “I was wondering if…” She places a finger over my month and smiles.
“Shhhh…” she softly says as a hand gently rubs my groin. “Let me change into something more appropriate for your question…” She gets up and heads to the bathroom. As I am waiting, I am doing my meditation exercises to not let my sexual urges break down the bathroom door. “Okay… I hope you like this…” the bathroom door opens, and Morgana is standing there. She is wearing a Lacy see through red bra and thong, with only little thicker lace covering her nipples and crotch area. She turns around so I can get a full view of her ass. “I can see someone does…” I am gripping the bedsheets as I let out a faint moan as my boxers are having a really hard time containing my hard cock. She smirks as she climbs on the bed and soon is on top of me. “So, what is your question?”
“I…” I try to regain my composure but it’s rough as Morgana is grinding herself against me. “Want to know…” she grabs my hands and places them on her chest. She does a little pec flex and I gently caress them. She throws her head back and moans softly. I am trying my best to control myself, but my urges are too much. I flip her so now she’s on her back. I let out a deep growl. “If you are ready for me to please you like never before.” Morgana is surprised at this shift in personality but smiles.
“I’m yours…” she said. “See me as a lover who wants to worship you and make you happy.” I stand up and rip off my boxers. I look at the clock and smiles as I realize it’s my 18th birthday. “Happy birthday to my hunky lover.”
“Looks like I will start my 18th birthday with an amazing gift,” I help Morgana off the bed and remove her bra and I am kissing her lips as my hands are caressing her body. “I have lost track of how many nights I fantasized about this…” Morgana turns around and is grinding her ass against my cock.
“Me too…” she says with a moan. “So, let’s make our fantasies come true as I wanted to fuck you since I turned 18 a few weeks ago.” I slide her thong off her legs and licks my lips at seeing her fully naked for the first time. My cock pulses and throbs lightly. “Do I need to beg for you to fuck me… or am I am going to make the first move?” I smile as I slide my cock inside her and she lets out a soft gasp. “You are much bigger than I was expecting.” I am thrusting gently. “Really? I see you lift large weights, and you are being gentle… no! You need to ravage me. I can handle it.” I pin her wrists to the bed and proceeds to thrust harder and faster. Morgana and I are enjoying the sensations while losing track of time. After a long time, Morgana grabs my wrists, and she shocks me as she overpowers me and pins me to bed. “Now lover… it’s my turn.”
“As you wish,” I say. She slides my cock out of her pussy. Morgana starts by softly kissing my lips. She then starts kissing down my body: first my neck and next, my pecs. I give my chest a flex and make my pecs bounce as she kisses them. “I always work really hard on my chest since you love to touch and kiss them.”
“I love everything about you,” Morgana says. “As your physique is matching the inner beauty you possess.” She kisses my arms and I flex them. She gently traces the veins that are popping out. Next, she kisses each of my ten pack abdominal muscles then kisses the tip of my cock. “I will come back to you.” She kisses my legs which I flex and she squeals with delight. “Now, I just though of perfect motivation for you… For every bodybuilding competition you win, I will worship you like this.” I let out a grunt as my cock twitches in her hands. “Looks like part of you likes it.” She starts to gently sucks onto my cock as she fondles my balls. I am gripping the bed sheets tight while she is pleasing me. This goes on for a while before I hold her head down as I let out a primal roar, I cum long and hard inside her mouth. Morgana gets out of the bedroom to clean herself. She return to bed and rests her head on my chest. “That was amazing…”
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Living the life K++++++
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Morgana and I are snuggling in our hotel suite after eating at Steel Sirens with the other Olympian champions.
“I don’t understand why others want to know what our love life is like,” Morgana asks as she is caressing my chest. “Then again, I think it’s mostly because people are living vicariously through us.” I chuckle.
“We are the most famous bodybuilders currently,” I said. “So, everyone wants to know about us.” I look at her. “You know how many times I get asked on who your plastic surgeon is for your breast implants.” I sigh. “No one believes that you are truly 100% natural.” Morgana chuckles as she does a pec flex.
“Doubt anyone would agree with intense workouts,” Morgana smiles. “Along with marathon sex romps with the biggest hunk in the world.” I roll my eyes.
“Honestly,” I said. “The intensity you have in the weight room sometimes shocks me…” I gently caress her body. “If you could compete against the guys, you would probably be my biggest challenge on the Olympia stage.” Morgana smiles.
“Awww,” she says. “Maybe I should work on that Mixed Bodybuilding Exhibition to see if the women could compete against the men on stage.” My cock gets hard at the thought. “I would make that a Pay Per View event so the women can be topless.” I grip the bedsheets as I am getting turn on seeing female bodybuilders being naked on stage with the guys. “I doubt you could last on stage if that happens.” She smirks. “Then everyone could see what I enjoy all the time.” I am kissing her neck. “Maybe that will get the competition to work even harder.” I gently caress her muscular body. “Remember how serious I was after graduation… but it getting late. So, good night.” She kisses my cheek. As I lay in the bed, my mind wanders to Morgana’s training after high school graduation and the craziness that happened around that time.
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After prom, Morgana and I try to spend all the time we can to make up of our both being hardheads before prom. She wears a bit more revealing clothing and enjoys teasing me because she knows I can’t keep my hands off her. One morning, I notice that my aunt and uncle are gone super early.
“I have no idea where they are,” Samantha says. “I overheard them saying they needed to get a few things done in regard to your parents will.” I think about it. “I mean, you are now 18 so I think you are going to get full control of all your parent’s assets. I don’t know how much it is… but mom and dad said it will be life-changing.” I go to school and glad it’s close to the last day of school as I am working on my plans for summer to get ready for my first year at American Bodybuilding College. After school, my friends and I notice a guy standing by a limo holding a sign with my name on it. My cell phone rings and I pick it up.
“Anthony,” my uncle says on the other end. “There should be a limo with someone standing beside it waiting for you, please take it and your evening is pretty much booked for the night as there is a final portion of your parent’s will that needs to be discussed.” I end the call, give Morgana a kiss, and tell my friends that I can’t make it to our Mario Party game night.
“Hello,” I said to the guy. “I’m Anthony!” The guy opens the door and I climb inside the limo. The guy goes to the front of the limo, gets in, and drives. I turn on the limo’s tv and see that I’m the top news story as there is speculation on if I am gaining control of my parent’s massive fitness empire. My aunt and uncle always said that I would be taken care of financially, but I never asked how. I am taken downtown to a massive office building and enter the basement parking lot. The limo stops at an elevator and the door opens. I get out and see a beautiful very fit woman who is wearing a very tight business suit that is revealing a good amount of Cleavage.
“Hello, sir,” the gal says. “My name is Isis, and I am your personal assistant.” I look confused. “Oh, don’t worry… I have been personally vetted by your aunt and uncle and has been running your families business while you are in high school. Please follow me.” I walk behind her as we head to the elevator. She walks a few steps and turns back to me. “What are you doing?”
“Following you,” I said. She chuckles.
“Sir, you are my boss, so I am hoping you are beside me or I am following you…” She smiles. “You have a lot to learn about business.” I stand beside her.
“Well,” I said. “I hope you are qualified in that area to help me improve.” We stand in front of the elevator and wait for it. I look at her. “Would it be okay for you to just call me Anthony just being called Sir seems way too formal.” Iris nods.
“As you wish…” Isis says with a smile. “Anthony…”
“So,” I ask as we enter the elevator. “How personal are you as an assistant? I never had one before…” Iris smiles.
“Well, I am to help in all business decisions,” Iris says. “Personally, depends on how you want our relationship to be. I can be a personal confident, small talk whenever… but don’t expect any workplace fantasizes… as I have a boyfriend and I am thinking Morgana wouldn’t be happy of that.” I look
at Isis. “I was given details on all aspects of your personal life… and from what I gathered, she is a great fit for you. Someone who wants to push you beyond your limits and can handle you.” The elevator doors open and Isis takes me to a big conference room. I look down at myself as we walks and realize I’m really underdressed. “Don’t worry… this first meeting is just to introduce you to the Board of Directors of IronWorkz.” I’m a bit nervous as I enter the conference room and meet with a group of people who are the heads of the various parts of IronWorkz. All this time, I didn’t know how broad the company is but it has its hands in all aspects of fitness, health, and bodybuilding.
“So,” I ask Isis quietly. “With me gaining control of IronWorkz, how much am I worth?”
“The last time I checked,” she said. “This morning you are worth close to $250 million dollars.” I spit out the water I was drinking. “Your parents had instructions in their will to keep investing in the companies when you were in school.” I sign a few documents to transfer all control from the trust my parents had in their will to me. Isis then takes me to my iIf e which is massive and has a great view of the city.
“So…” I ask. “What are my main duties?”
“You are the public figure for IronWorkz,” Isis says. “You will be going to a lot of public events. Most of the business stuff is handled but you have the final say in major decisions.” I walk around my office. “If you want any changes to your office, let me know so I can work on them as soon as possible. This used to be your parents old office.”
“This is a lot to take in,” I said. “But thank you… may I have a moment.” She nods and exits the room. I sit down in the office chair and look outside. “Mom, dad… thank you… for leaving this for me… and I promise to make the company thrive and grow under my leadership.” My aunt and uncle arrive at my office, and we talk. They explain that since I am 18, I own the penthouse and they will move out. I explain that I have instructed Isis that I want to buy the floor beneath mine and remodel it so they can live close as a thank you for taking care of me and help keep the company thriving. Before leaving, I had Isis a list of things for my office. “I don’t expect it to be done right away… but the quicker the better.” When we get home, I head to my bedroom and contact my friends. They are all surprised they didn’t know I was wealthy. I call Morgana and let her know the news. She is excited and can’t wait to see how I will improve the company. Graduation comes and I am so excited to be done with high school. I notice Morgana is a bit sad and takes me aside
“I’m going away for most of the summer,” she says. “My family has planned an extended trip back to Russia and I have to go… also, I can’t bring you along.” I am a bit sad but I give her a hug.
“Enjoy the time,” I said. “Just means we get to make up for lost time.” She gives me a kiss.
“I will make sure to send plenty of motivation messages while I’m gone as I know you are wanting to get your pro card before college starts,” she says. I nod and flex my arms. With Morgana’s help, I have gotten bigger and stronger that I have been called the top threat in the College Bodybuilding circuit this year. Morgana purrs. “Just when I think you has hit your peak physique, you get even bigger” Sadly, we couldn’t have one final romp before summer as she had to leave while I had to get on a private jet to California for the opening of an IronWorkz Gym at Muscle Beach.
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Morgana wakes me up from my sleep with her soft kisses on my pecs.
“Can we have an early workout before we head home?” She speaks. “I got so much buzzing around in my head I need to lift weights to focus.” I chuckle as our best business ideas have come from weightlifting sessions. We take a cab to the Vegas IronWorkz Gym and head to the Premium VIP lounge and undress. Morgana and I pose in front of the wall of mirrors and she smiles, “I so love being able to workout without prying eyes…” As we head downstairs, we can hear the grunts and moans of the most serious bodybuilders. I am thinking back to the first time I tried out this exclusive area.
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“So, question…” I ask Isis as I board IronWorkz’s private jet for the trip to California. “I am guessing I have a VIP membership because I am the owner but wasn’t able to access the VIP lounge before. Why is that?” Isis chuckles.
“We have our clients with Premium VIP access sign a Non-Disclosure Agreement that only those over 18 can legally sign.” Iris says as I look at her. “We don’t want clients to talk about what happens down there…” She notices my puzzled look. “I will make sure you get a tour when we get to IronWorkz Venice Beach.” I thank the pilot, copilot, and the flight attendant before I take my seat. I notice Isis pulling out her tablet and is typing away as she takes her seat. “The plane has Wi-Fi so I can get some work done.”
“Isis,” I said. She looks up. “I want you to put the tablet away and enjoy the few hours without any distractions.” She looks at me as she puts the tablet away.
“What happened?” She asks. I explained what happened before graduation as I was hoping to take the time during the summer to connect with Morgana more. I know that there will be more experienced guys at college. “And you are worried that she will try to hook up with someone else if you don’t satisfy her needs.” I blush as I gently nod. “Well, I think you need to be open and honest with her. Yes, you two did recently become more serious… but I think being away will make your bond grow even stronger.” When we are given the okay to unhook our seat belts, I do a little exploring. The private jet has very good seating for 6 in the front along with a minibar and bathroom, a mini office in the middle, and a king sized bedroom with a bath in the back. “Don’t worry… the back of the plane is privately for you… and we make sure the plane gets a deep clean after every flight.” I sit down and chuckle. “And if you want something changed on the plane, let me know so I can get it worked on.” I thank her and we do a little small talk so I can get to know her more. She is mostly an open book but doesn’t reveal too much about her personal life.
“Will there be enough time for a workout?” I spoke. Isis looks at her tablet.
“We are here for the gym opening, and a business dinner later so there is plenty of time,” she said. “I will make sure the premium VIP is closed off for…”
“No,” I said. “I want to workout with patrons of the gym.” I swear I see a faint chuckle on her face. There was one moment during the flight in which there was some turbulence and the flight attendant accidentally fell into my lap and playfully grinding her ass into my groin. Isis rolls her eyes.
“I will make sure the flight attendant gets the appropriate coaching,” she says. I ask her to just give the girl a warning as it was an accident. The plane lands and we are taken by limo to IronWorkz Venice Beach. I know this was in the works for a year as they wanted to make sure it was able to compete with Gold’s Gym. I meet the gym owner and staff before cutting the ribbon to signify the grand opening. I complete the paperwork to upgrade my VIP to Platinum Status (only meant for the top tier bodybuilders and company executives).
“Holly!” the gym manager yells out. “Give our top boss the full tour of the VIP basement!” I turn around and see former Ms. Olympia Holly Hunter walk over.
“Hmmm,” she says. “Wasn’t expecting you to be the head boss.” I shake her hand. “Okay… you want a tour of the newest VIP area for IronWorkz.” She leads me to the VIP lounge. When the door closes, she pins me against the wall and smiles. “I didn’t forget what happened years ago. So, I will introduce you to some of the best here.” I gently nod my head. We go downstairs and I am impressed at the area. One of the tanning rooms open and one of the top bikini competitors walks out completely naked. My jaw is dropped. “Oh, this floor is clothing optional… but I wouldn’t think you would be brave enough to workout naked.”
“Well, this is my gym company so…” I said as I walk into the men’s locker room and get undressed. I flex my muscles and is proud of my physique and how I’m close to jumping to the next weight class in my next competition. I step out and notice Holly is undressed. “Proved you wrong.” Holly eyes me up and down.
“You have improved in such a little time,” she says as she walks forward and feels my chest. I go into a most muscular flex and smiles. I notice all the women are watching me flex. The two of us have an intense workout with the high-tech weights. “Impressive…” My muscles are pumped. “Every part of you is huge.” As I am working out, Holly introduces me to a few professional bodybuilders who give me an interesting advice to help me become a pro (lift while horny as the boost in testosterone will help). After a close to four hours training, Isis finds where I am at..
“Anthony you are…” Isis freezes in place seeing me stand and being naked. “Going to be…” I can see her eyes linger all over my pumped muscular physique. “Late.” I look at the time and am surprised at how long I was lifting. I thank my trainers before going to the locker room to change. I meet Isis at the lounge. “I am sorry for interrupting but this business dinner is important.” We get to the limo and leave the gym.
“So…” I spoke. “I’m guessing the Non Disclosure Agreement in the Premium VIP is for all the nudity,”Isis nods. “Just like you have signed a Non Disclosure Agreement for your role in case something like that happened.” Isis nods again as she is looking at her table. “I plan on getting bigger and stronger… and I want you honest opinion.” Isis puts the tablet down and looks at me.
“Well,” she said. “Openly speaking… if I didn’t have a boyfriend and you didn’t start dating Morgana. I’d be on your lap making out with you as I grind myself against you… You have a presence that oozes dominance with a body to make women weak.” I smile.
“Thank you for your honesty,” I said. “So, this business dinner. Who is it with?” I switch the tone of my voice to sound more serious and businesslike. Isis looks down at tablet.
“Brawny Babes,” Isis says. “They are in a financial crisis, and this could be a good addition to the IronWorkz portfolio.” I look at her. “Although, our marketing department thinks a rebrand would be needed as it’s just like Hooters but with fitter girls.” I think about it.
“Most of the girls there are fitness or bikini girls…” I spoke. “There’s women’s physique and bodybuilding… and being dedicated in the sport takes a lot of…” a light bulb goes off in my head. “That’s the rebrand! Open it up to women of all body types.”
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Thank you again
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Morgana and I are relaxing in the sauna after our 2-hour workout. We are clearly the biggest bodybuilders there and giving quite a show with a naked posing in between exercises. After we left, we could hear moans and gasps as people paired up and either making out or being intimate.
“That felt so good, the workout and sauna …” Morgana says. “My mind is clear, and I can focus on my idea…”
“The Mixed Gender Bodybuilding Computation,” I said. She nods. “It’s a great idea… maybe we can work at it on the flight back.” Morgana smiles as she kisses me. “I think we should take a vacation… what do you think, Bahamas?” Morgana smiles as she enjoys any place, she can wear little to no clothing. We get done with our sauna, go to the changing rooms to get dressed, and leave. I call Isis on my cell phone as we are in the limo. “We are heading to the airport. Make sure the plane is… Oh good… and I hope you enjoyed your mini vacation. See you soon.” Morgana chuckles.
“So that’s why Isis wasn’t with us…” she said. “You let her have a mini vacation while we were here.” I nod. “That’s good… she has been such a wonderful assistant and been faithful to the company for years.” As arrive at the private jet and Isis is exiting the plane.
“We should be able to take off in 15 minutes…” Isis says. “Congratulations on becoming Mr. And Ms. Olympia. There is chilled champagne and a variety of food from Steel Sirens.” We get into the plane and take a seat. We quickly take off and are in the air. “I have been fielding calls regarding Morgana’s bodybuilding diary that is getting turned into a memoir. They haven’t received any thing new in a few months.” The flight attendant hands us our champagne glasses and Morgana grips hers tightly.
“Seriously? I was in prep mode,” Morgana says with a hint of anger. “Tell those assholes that they work on MY time not there’s…” She is also angry she shatters the glass of champagne that was in her hands. “Damn it! I will be right back.” She gets up and heads to the bathroom in the back to tend to her hand. After 10 minutes, I get up and walk to the back of the plane. Morgana is sitting on the bed crying.
“Sweetie,” I said as I sit next to her. “What’s wrong?” She wipes away her tears.
“I got to my diary entries after high school,” she says. “Reading them and realized how much pain I caused when I wasn’t truthful…” I give her a hug. “I can’t believe you forgave me…” I smile.
“Well,” I said. “We weren’t the most honest to each other that summer…” Morgana nods her head. “But we did agree to be open and honest with each other since then.” Morgana pulls a notebook from her bag and opens it up.
“So,” Morgana says. “Here’s what I have written…” As she reads, I remember what my reactions were to that summer.
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(Morgana’s Perspective)
I was on cloud nine after Anthony and I finally hooked up after prom. I know we didn’t have the best first impression but once I get to know him, he became an amazing friend and now boyfriend. When I got home, I didn’t notice the letter to the Amazon Transformation Center in Greece sitting there on the table. I plan to major in Women’s Bodybuilding and Nutritionist American Bodybuilding College. I know my current body won’t get me accepted to the Female Bodybuilding major, but maybe the summer with the top Ms. Olympia and Ms. Physique Olympia champions and contenders will give me the push needed.
“I’m sorry,” I said to Anthony after graduation. “My flight leaves tonight and I’m going to be gone for most of the summer.” He looks sad as I gently caress his face. “I am not sure of if I will make it to the Mid-Summer Bodybuilding Competition to see to you earn your pro card.” I smile. “I know you will dominate.” We have a long kiss before I go to my dad’s car and sit in the front passenger seat. My dad starts the car, and we head down the road.
“Boy doesn’t know?” My dad asks. I gently shake my head no. “He will be in shock if program does what it says.” I sigh as that’s what I was working at Brawny Babes to get enough money to pay for the program. “How will you hide it from him as you know he will try to keep in touch as much as possible?” I am silent as I haven’t figured out a plan on that. I get dropped off at the airport. I get on the plane and find my seat. As I get comfortable and drift to sleep, I fantasize about stepping on stage as a female bodybuilder and Anthony is sitting in the front row. I am woken up just a bit before we land. When I exit the plane, I head to the luggage claim and see two athletic looking gal wearing togas with a sign saying “Amazon Transformation Center” in one girl’s hands. I walk over and show the gal my letter.
“Welcome future Amazons,” the gal not holding onto the sign says. “Please stand over there…” she points to a group of 4 gals who are talking. “Also, please leave breakup message to any boyfriends or lovers… as relationships are going to be a distraction to complete your training.” I walk over to the other girls, and I hear them giving break up calls. I pull out my phone and call Anthony. I am glad to hear his voicemail.
“Hey Hun,” I said as I start my voicemail. “I think it is best that since we are an ocean apart… that we put our relationship on a temporary pause… I know it won’t make sense now… but it will make sense when I return… I always love you.” I hang up the phone and then call Samantha, Anthony’s ‘cousin’ (he always told me that she was adopted so not true cousins). I ask her if she can help improve Anthony’s skills in bed. She offers to do the best she can as it has been a fantasy of hers to sleep with him.
(Anthony’s perspective)
Isis and I were quickly working on a business plan before meeting up with the president for Brawny Babes. I had my phone on silent, so I missed Morgana’s call. The business dinner went well, and our plan was well received. As we are heading back to the airport, I check my voicemail and listen to Morgana’s voice mail.
“Anthony?” Isis asks as I hang up the call and throw my phone to the floor. “What’s wrong?”
“Morgana wants a pause on our relationship,” I said angrily. “I bet she already found some European hunk and forgot about me.” Isis scoots herself close.
“There has to be a…” she starts to say before I give her a kiss while my hands caress her sides. She pushes me back. “Sir, I think you are upset, and I am the closest…”
“Yes, I apologize…” I spoke. “However, I am going to be stuck on a plane for hours with only you and the flight attendant” Isis blushes a bit. “And I think you would keep this quiet.” Isis climbs onto my lap and kisses me.
“As long as you understand there will be no physical intimacy,” she says. “Just cuddling as I don’t want you to have any regrets.” I nod my head. “I guess I can show off the lingerie I got for my boyfriend while we were here.” We get to the plane, and it takes off. Isis looks at me when we are at cruising altitude. “I want you in just your boxers when you are in the bed.” I get up and go to the bedroom in the back and undress until I’m in my boxers. I dim the lights and climb into bed. I look up at the ceiling for a few minutes and then Isis steps into the bedroom. She shuts the door then starts to undress until she is wearing black lingerie. “Now, if you try to undress me… I will kick you so hard down there, you won’t be able to have children. Am I clear?” I lightly nod my head.
“As you wish…” She climbs into bed, and we are making out. She is feeling my chest and I am caressing her curves. “We are definitely mixing personal and business…” As we are snuggling, the guilt of doing this starts to weigh on me. After an hour of snuggling, I climb out of bed and pacing.
“What am I doing?” I spoke. “My girlfriend paused our relationship, and I am in bed with my assistant and I…” A lightbulb goes off in my head as I stop and look at her. “You wanted me to feel guilty on what I did so I wouldn’t go further.” Isis climbs out of bed and puts her clothes on with a smile. “Thank you.” Isis walks over and gives me a kiss.
“You are welcome,” she says. “I expect you need a little time to…” she looks down at my boxers and giggles. “Unwind.” She exits the bedroom and I go to the bathroom in the back to take a cold shower.
(Morgana’s Perspective)
On the way to training camp, we explain that for the program to work we need to be not had any relationships as those primal urges need to be harnessed. The other girls and I talk to fill the time. They are top athletes who want to push themselves before going to college. After a couple of hours, we arrive at a secluded villa far from the nearest city. One of the other participants squeal with delight. The guys who are removing our suitcases are quite muscular that even Anthony might have a hard time. The other participants almost fling themselves to the guys, but I just say thank you.
“Welcome to the Amazon Transformation Center!” A lady says as she steps out. “I am Athena, and I am grateful you young ladies have decided to take the first steps into transforming yourself into top athletes. Please follow me.” As we walk through the villa, I am amazed at some of the women, all who are wearing togas, that are focused on their training and the all the male workers as just as or bigger than Anthony.
“Excuse me?” I ask. “Why have I never seen any of these guys on a competition stage.” The other girls all nod in agreement. Athena chuckles.
“These men get enough praise from myself, other female staff, and the trainees that they don’t need to participate in those contests,” she says. We are taken to our quarters. “Dinner is in 30 minutes. Please unpack your clothes and head to the mess hall. We expect you to be prompt.” As I unpack, I worry about Anthony hooking up with a random girl while our relationship was on pause. The other girls and I head to the mess hall. We are all impressed at the girls who are already in the program are open flirting with the male staff as we are eating.
“Damn,” the gal beside me says. “Those guys are seriously packing.” I look over and smirk as the guys have big muscles and bulges down below that could match Anthony’s. I still feel guilty of not explaining why I needed a break. He would never understand that I had a desire to be the best for him, and nothing will stop me to reach my goal.
(Anthony’s perspective)
When we do get home, I head to the penthouse. My aunt and uncle have moved out and I have the whole place to myself. I’m a bit down as I know I should be furious at Morgana, but this felt so strange that it came out of left field. I am watching an action movie that has the current Mr. Olympia as the male lead with the hottest Victoria’s Secret model as the female lead. As it gets to the love scene, I am picturing myself as the male lead.
“Geez, Anthony,” a female voice says. I turn around and see Samantha standing behind the couch. “You are a mess… Morgana is right, this break did mess up with you.” She walks around and I realize she is wearing a trench coat.
“I don’t get why she broke up with me…” I spoke. “We just got together and now she is overseas; she doesn’t want us to be together.” Samantha giggles.
“I can’t fully tell you why…” she says as she walks around the couch. “However, Morgana asked me to help in one area.” I look a bit puzzled until Samantha removes the trench coat to reveal a quite skimpy bikini. “Call me your romance teacher for the summer.” She pushes me onto the couch and sits on my lap. “Don’t worry, this was all Morgana’s idea.” She gives me a very long kiss and caresses me all over. “Although, I was always interested to see how good you are in bed.” I smile and say a silent thank you to Morgana for this opportunity.
(Morgana’s Perspective)
After dinner, Athena has me and the other new program recruits takes us deep inside the villa to a laboratory. Athena explains that inner workings on program must never be discussed, as some of the programs’ methods are a bit unethical but legal. She that for the next few weeks, we will be following an intense workout regiment, supplements, and nutrition to transform ourselves into a powerful version of us. She also explains that each of us will be wearing a high-tech compression suit that will make our workouts more intense and won’t let us see our progress until we graduate from the program.
“Trust me,” Athena says. “It might not show you progressing, but the result is worth it. Evelyn, please come forward.” One of the girls in the program walks past us and stands next to Athena. “Please deactivate your compression suit.” Evelyn removes her toga, so she is naked, and then presses a bracelet on her arm. Suddenly, her naked body changes into a skintight body suit. There is soft hissing as the suit activates and frees itself from her body. “Evelyn will graduate tomorrow so this is why I am letting her take her suit off sooner.” Evelyn lets out a soft moan as her body looks to get bigger all over by the second. She had a gymnastic frame at first and when her body stops growing, she looks like compete either a physique competitor or a lightweight bodybuilder. The other girls are I are getting turned on by what we see. “See what I mean?” Evelyn walks over to Athena and gives her a passionate kiss. The other program recruits and I are stunned at the sight.
“Trust me,” Evelyn says as she looks at all the program recruits. “This program will help you unlock your hidden potential.” She looks at Athena. “May I go? I am hoping Lucas hasn’t been taken by any other graduate.” Athena nods and Evelyn leaves. Each of us recruits are given our compression suits. We undress and put them on. The suits become a second skin to our bodies. “It will feel weird at first… but your body will get used to it.” We then go to their advanced weight room to go through a workout to figure out are base line strengths before the program. I am the strongest girl. Each girl is then taken to another room to have a conversation on what they want to get from the program. When I get asked, I think about it.
“My boyfriend is an upcoming bodybuilder and I want to be a great workout partner and want to keep up with him,” I said.
“That’s a good answer,” Athena says. “But what is YOUR goal?” I blush deeply.
“I want to be as strong or stronger than my boyfriend,” I said softly. “Also, I want to become a professional bodybuilder with the hottest body.” I close my eyes and moan softly as I am thinking of my fantasy. “I want to be a mix of a Playboy playmate and Ms. Olympia.”
“Please remember that feeling when you feel down,” Athena says. “I can picture you not only accomplish your goal here… but surpass that.” We go to bed, and I am dream of having intense passionate sex with Anthony non-stop with my post program body.
(Anthony’s perspective)
A few weeks later after Samantha started my romance training, I wake up in the morning and groan as my whole-body aches. I walk over to the bathroom and turn the light on. There are a few scratches all over my body as I flex various parts of my body.
“Now that’s a sight I enjoy seeing,” Samantha says. I look over my shoulder and see Samantha naked. Samantha is a great teacher as I have learned to be great in bed. My summer has been split between intense workouts (with a random post workout romp with a workout partner), posing practices, various dealings for IronWorkz (with an occasional romp with Isis), and romance teachings with Samantha. “Too bad the summer is almost over…” She feels my pecs and softly kisses them. With my intense focus in the weight room and the tricks I’ve learned from the pros, I have gained enough size to compete as a middleweight teenage bodybuilder at the Mid-Summer Bodybuilding Competition. “Although, with my work and your body… I doubt Morgana will always be satisfied.”
“Any word from her?” I ask. She shakes her head.
“She told me that no phones were allowed while on the program,” she says. I frown. “She will be impressed with your improvements over the summer.” She gets dressed and kisses me in the cheek. “Thank you for the wonderful summer.”
(Morgana’s perspective)
After a week on the program, I went from being the strongest to being in the middle. I couldn’t believe what happened. The other girls say that being in bed with the male staff and letting go of outside connections have helped them improve quickly. I wanted to stay faithful to Anthony but some of the male staff would put even him to shame.
“Morgana…” Athena says after a workout. “You are the most focused lifter, but you always seem conflicted.” I explain my feelings and how I didn’t want to cheat on him. Athena shows something on a tablet that has an article of Anthony on a date with one of his workout partners. “It looks like he is enjoying his freedom this summer… so should you.” I go over to one of the male staff and take him to a nearby bedroom.
“I don’t want your name…” I said as I undressed him. “I just want you to please me.” I push the worker onto the bed and climb on top of him. With new intensity, I complete the program a couple weeks early. I can take off my compression suit and impressed as I am rocking the physique of a physique competitor. I can stay a little longer at the villa, which I use to get a nice tan. I change my flight arrangements, so I am back just before Anthony’s competition as I want to surprise him as I am also going to compete as well.
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Would love to have the details of what was taught at the bodybuilding camps to have been fleshed out in more detail. Ditto their measurements as they go through the various phases of their growth. K+++
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“Oh yes…” Isis says as she stands there. We look up at her as she fans herself thinking of that summer. She is rocking a fitness competitor body with larger breasts implants. “The Mid-Summer Bodybuilding Competition. I remember how focused he was for that competition…” She smiles. “He went from sweet and a gentleman to dominant on moment and a beast in bed.” Isis and Morgana made an agreement that she would satisfy me on trips where she couldn’t come. The three of us get undressed so we are in our underwear and climb into bed.
“Yeah,” I said. “I was very motivated.” I look at both gals who are caressing my muscles. “Although, I’m glad we came up with our agreement after the competition.” Both girls smile and wink at each other. I get pushed so I’m now laying on the bed and both gals are kissing and caressing each other.
“I wish we could watch that competition,” Morgana says as she looks at me after the girls kiss. “Always seeing you being dominant on stage is so hot to watch.” I turn on the tv in the bedroom and pull up our past competitions from Muscle Competition Network on demand service.
“Oh yes…” Isis says. “I always love watching that competition.” Her hands gently caress my abs. “The way you commanded the stage even against a couple ranked college bodybuilders.”
“Well, I enjoyed how much I teased you before you took me back to the hotel room,” Morgana says as she slides her hand up and down my legs. As we snuggle together and start watching the competition, I smile as I remember the craziness backstage.
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I am very nervous while I’m on the limo ride to the Mid-Summer Bodybuilding Competition. My friends and coaches sense my nerves and try to make me laugh. I get checked in and head backstage with my coaches. I look at social media and notice a couple ranking college bodybuilders are competing. It rattles my confidence a bit until I walk them past by and I notice I am bigger than them and smile. I wear my sweatshirt and sweatpants as I don’t want any of my competitors to see me until the last moment.
“Hey there,” a college aged bikini competitor walks over and says as I’m getting my muscles pumped. “I notice your girlfriend not here… maybe you and I can get to know each other more personally.” She gently caresses my arm. “Damn, you gained some size since I saw you last.” I look at her and growl deeply.
“I’m here to win my pro card,” I said. “And I have no time for any… temptations.” I look across the backstage area, one person catches my eye. Someone is wearing hooded sweatshirt and sweatpants. I ask my coach about the mystery person.
“Oh, her?” my coach says. “Rumor has it this is the first competitor that comes from the Amazon Training Camp in Greece. I think I heard that she used to be a bikini competitor last year and is now going to jump to physique.” I look a bit shocked no one goes from bikini to physique immediately as usually it’s a very slow progress over years. “Others have tried to get her to talk but she won’t say anything.”
“I can’t wait to see that one on stage,” I said. As I get into my pre-competition meditation, the mystery girl slips to a different room and takes off her sweats to reveal it to be Morgana. She quickly gets into the line for women’s physique competitors and hopes I am not watching. Although, she has dyed her hair dark red and has a very deep tan while wearing a different posing suit than what I know she wears. She smirks as she is clearly got the best bodySome of the other male competitors are watching a television that is showing the competition. My ears perk up when I swore that I heard Morgana’s name and look at the television. “No way… the last I heard she was in…” My jaw drops as Morgana is on stage posing. My mind is completely blown as Morgana went from a bikini competitor to someone who could either compete as a physique or lightweight bodybuilder and it looks like her chest went up a size or two. As my mind is trying to process the sudden transformation of my girlfriend, my coach takes me aside to help me process what I saw.
“Well,” my coach says. “I don’t think any gal is going to try to flirt with you now backstage with Morgana looking like that.” I take off my sweats, text something to Isis, and go over to the weight area of the backstage and lift heavy as I am angry and need to take out my frustrations on something. I go through my posing routine, and I notice all the other male bodybuilders and a few females glancing. The female physique competitors get to the backstage area and Morgana goes to find me.
“Excuse me,” Isis says before Morgana can get to the weight area. “Miss Morgana?” Morgana looks at her. “I’m Isis and I am the personal assistant to Anthony, and he has informed me to…” Morgana looks annoyed and tries to push Isis aside but she doesn’t budge. “Your services as his girlfriend are no longer needed.” Morgana looks at Isis.
“Listen here bitch,” Morgana said. “I have spent this summer making my body better for him.”
“You lied and told him you were going away to visit family,” Isis says coldly. “While you went to train in the Amazon Transformation Center… and I know of their practices.” She smiles. “I used to work there before I joined IronWorkz. So, I suggest you don’t try to test my patience, because you don’t want to see me deactivate this.” She gently taps her bracelet, and it shimmers.
“Is that a…” Morgana says. She leans in and whispers “a Body Compression Suit.” Isis nods.
“Yes,” she says. “And mine is a more advanced version than what you wore, so try me…” She smirks. “If you dare.” Morgana sighs as she can sense Isis would beat her.
“Okay…” Morgana says. “But can you make sure he reads…” She gives her a letter. “This as I know what I did was wrong.” She turns and leaves. Isis waits until she’s out of sight before opening the letter and reads it. She gasps at what Morgana wrote. I walk over to her.
“I am guessing you did what I asked,” I said. Isis turns to face me.
“Sir, I must ask you to reconsider,” she says as she places the letter in my head. “After you read this.” I give off an annoying grunt, but I lift the letter up and start to read:
“Anthony, I am sorry of lying to you… but I know if you learned where I was going you would be against it. It’s just so hard to compete with all the physique and bodybuilders who openly flirt with you, and I am standing there no matter where we go. I couldn’t take it, I want to be the only one you had eyes for. So I enrolled in the program and I am not proud of all I did (there were quite a few male staffers I slept with) … but I just wanted to be your perfect partner in all ways of life. So, if you can’t forgive me, know that I will always be proud and hope you accomplish all your dreams.”
I look at Isis and she gives a quick glance to the door Morgana left. I quickly race across the room and barge through the door and quickly scan the next room and don’t see her. I turn around and see Morgana sitting in a chair next to the door crying. I carefully walk over to her and pick her up.
“Eek!” She exclaimed and opened her eyes to see herself in my arms. “So, I guess you read my letter.”
“We will have a serious talk after this competition,” I said. “As you don’t need to be perfect physically for me… as you are the only person who fully sees me… body and personality.” I smile. “However, the increased muscle and bust is nice.” I sigh. “And I need to be honest, I might have fooled around with a couple girls too while on our break.” Morgana playfully punches my arm.
“I hope your assistant was one,” Morgana said. “As she’s hot!” I blush deeply. “I should be mad but not going to lie… I’d do her too.” She leans over and whispers. “I left out the part of hooking up with other program participants.” Isis finds us.
“Anthony,” she says. “What should I do with…” She eyes Morgana. “Her?”
“Make sure she sits next to my coach and others who are here to cheer me on,” I said. “And I expect you to treat her as you treat me… she is my girlfriend.” Morgana squeals with delight and gives me a kiss. I place Morgana down and both girls walk away. I get backstage and line up with the other bodybuilders.
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“Isis…” Morgana says as the competition has a commercial break. “May we please see your true body…” The thought of Isis showing off gets me hard that the is a tent in the bedsheet.
“I think he agrees,” Isis says. She climbs out of bed and stands at the front of it. “First need to take these off.” She removes her underwear. “As I don’t want to spend another $250 on a custom-made lingerie set.” I nod my head as I have paid for a few custom-made sets of lingerie, her curvy dimensions make it tough for her to buy off the rack. “I hope you don’t mind a little show from…” she goes over to her bag and pulls out a golden mask and places it over her face. “Goddess Isis.”
“I love your performances!” Morgana says as her nipples are poking in her bra, and she is stroking my cock. Isis deactivates her compression suit, and it falls from her body. At first, she looks like a fitness competitor, but she smiles as she goes through a bodybuilder posing routine. With each pose, her muscles increase in size as the muscles are free from the compression suit. “Oh yea… get bigger.” With a loud moan and a most muscular, her muscles stop growing. She could easily step on stage and being a threat to Morgana’s title as Ms. Olympia. Both Morgana and I are in a state of pure lust at the sight.
“I was working really hard,” Isis walks over to the side of the bed and picks up Morgana with ease and is doing bicep curls using her as weight. “And I don’t think you two won’t complain on me pleasing both of you.”
“I’m so glad you don’t compete,” Morgana says.
“Trust me,” Isis says. “I enjoy doing things like this…” Isis puts Morgana down and the women are making out. The fact that Isis can bring out this playful side of Morgana so easily makes me happy that she has been in my life. I think back to after the competition as it plays in the background.
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Knowing that Morgana is watching and thinking of what I want to do to her afterwards is getting me so turned on, my muscles pulse with power as the bulge in my posing suit gets bigger. When I step on stage, the crowd gasps at my size and are in awe as I pose. I can see Morgana squirm as she wants to jump on stage and pounce me so bad. I also see Isis grabbing onto her hand and whisper softly into her ear.
“Wow, my friends thought I was crazy to compete with you on stage,” one of the college aged bodybuilders say as we get off stage. “No wonder the magazines have given you the nickname of ‘The Genetic Freak’.” I ignore him and get ready for the individual posing routines, but I chuckle softly. I hated the name at first but I am genetically gifted to become the biggest. I grab my cell phone and see a text from Morgana saying that there is no way anyone else will win and that pro card is mine… and the biggest reward will be tonight.
“Did you see!?!?” Morgana says a little while later as she is walking over with her second-place medal. “I got second place!” I smile as I watched her performance and get her medal on the television in the backstage area. “Although, a few judges mentioned that I should try to compete as a bodybuilder. Maybe next year or two.” She gives me a hug and whispers in my ear. “Isis and I are going to be watching the rest of the competition in the hotel room.” I look at her, a bit surprised. “She needs my seal of approval if she’s staying as your personal assistant.” Her hand goes down to my groin. “I can’t wait to see how you have improved over the summer.” I give her a long kiss and caress her sides. “Now, go on stage and show the audience what I already know: you are the newest and youngest professional bodybuilder.” The male bodybuilders are call back on stage.
“I got this…” I said before I go through my individual posing routine. The crowd is silent as I go through my routine but breaks into thunderous applause when I am done. I am a bit bummed that I can’t see Morgana’s reactions but my coach hands me my phone and there is a text that shows Morgana and Isis in bed with their lingerie on top of the bedsheets with a message, ‘to the man who will bed both of us tonight, you dominated that crowd and then dominate us tonight.’
“Oh,” my coach says. “To be young…” I chuckle. We get called back on stage and it’s no contest, I won first place and given a pro card. I do a little speech.
“Thank you all,” I said. “Now if you will excuse me, I need to celebrate my victory.” I walk off stage and tell my coach to field my questions as I head back to my hotel room. I get to my hotel room and unlock the door. “Oh ladies…” I hear giggling coming from the bedroom.
“In here,” Morgana says. “Oh, my hunky pro bodybuilder…” I close the door and remove my clothes. I walk over to the bedroom and push open the door. Isis is kissing Morgana all over and Morgana is gripping the bed sheets tightly. Both girls look at my naked frame and giggle as I’m already hard. “How about a private show for your biggest fans.” I stand at the end of the bed and go through my posing routine. Morgana and Isis are caressing each other and both moans loudly.
“So,” Isis says. “Morgana and I came to an agreement… On trips in which Morgana can’t join you, I will make sure you needs are met.” I climb into bed and the two women are kissing and caress me all over. I switch kissing between the two gals but make sure to give Morgana more attention. Both girls soon rest their heads on my chest and fall asleep. When I wake up in the morning, the girls are gone but I am hearing moans coming from bathroom. Before I get in the bathroom, I notice Isis and Morgana are soaping each other’s bodies via the bathroom mirror. “I am grateful for the opportunity to please Anthony when you are unable... but I want you to know that I plan on not causing any friction between you two.” I tiptoe past the bathroom and go to the living room to place an order for room service. The three of us have breakfast. When Isis is done, she gives both of us a kiss. “Remember, we need to be back in the office by 5 pm for an IronWorkz shareholders meeting.” Morgana and I are standing in the balcony watching the sunrise.
“Morgana,” I said as I hold her hand. “I could picture this every single day and I hope you think the same way.” I get down on one knee and pull out a ring from my pocket. “Will you marry me?” She gasps as she didn’t have any clue on me wanting to do this.
“Anthony…” Morgana says as she is covering her mouth with her hands. “I wish I could say yes but…” She looks at me. “It’s not the right time for us…” I look at her confused. “Just keep that ring and I will tell you when it’s the right time.”
“What do you mean ‘not the right time’?” I ask but Morgana doesn’t answer and leaves the balcony area. I stand there stunned that she didn’t tell me yes.
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Morgana and Isis are posing at the end of the bed. Morgana has more symmetry for her muscles, but Isis is clearly focused on muscle mass as she is about a few inches bigger, and she is able to make her muscles twitch even while standing. Morgana flexes her 42DD breasts while Isis plays with her 44F tits.
“I still can’t believe that you two never needed any breast implants,” I said with a smile.
Morgana giggles, “Mind blowing sex with a hunky beast helps keep our amazing figures.” Isis nods in agreement. We hear a knock at the bedroom door.
“We are about half an hour away from landing,” the flight attendant says.
“Thank you,” Morgana says. Isis frowns as she starts the process of putting on her compression suit.
“I am glad that someone knows how to keep his mouth shut on my secret,” Isis says. I chuckle as I know that was directed to me.
“Doesn’t that hurt to be compressing all that mass?” I ask.
“A little…” Isis says as the compression suit activates and shrinks her massively muscular body to the buxom bikini model like body the world mostly sees. “However, after how long I have worn this suit. It’s second nature.” Isis looks at them. “Honestly, if either one of you wore this for as long as I have, you would of won earlier.”
“I hope our schedules are clear for the rest of the week,” I said. “I want to enjoy our victory before figuring out the next steps.” Isis looks at her tablet.
“The only thing is a visit to American Bodybuilding College to give a speech to the new incoming class,” Isis says. “But that won’t be until the end of the week. Your schedule is empty, and I have informed the rest of the board of directors that you are Out of the Office.” She gets dressed and leaves the bedroom.
“To think… not even a couple years out and we are the most famous alumni in American Bodybuilding College,” Morgana says. I nod in agreement
“Well, I’m a personal trainer to the stars, owner of the most popular Bodybuilding brand, and the current Mr. Olympia,” I said as I watch Morgana get dressed. “You are a Playboy Playmate, run your own swimsuit and lingerie line for athletic women, and the current Ms. Olympia.” I get up and stretch. “We were already multimillionaires before we graduated college.”
Morgana chuckles, “Yeah… we were the famous couple on campus when we graduated… but remember we had to claw up from the bottom when we were freshmen.” I nod as I think back to before our freshman year.
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After my win and getting my pro card, I become the talk of the bodybuilding world. Thankfully, Isis helps field all requests and only present the best options. Since the agreement she made with Morgana, I notice she is wearing more revealing business attire and one day bring it up.
“Morgana asked me to wear these outfits,” Isis says. I smile as I won’t complain at her showing more skin. “Speaking of her, she called at least once an hour for the past few days, and you haven’t answered her calls when I transferred them to you.” She sits in a chair and looks at me. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing that concerns you.” I growl as I am in the middle of my run on a treadmill in my office.
“Oh really?” She speaks. “Your happiness is my greatest concern and you seem a bit off these past few days.” I stop the treadmill and wipe the sweat off my head. “I have noticed you have rescheduled your workouts and canceled your weekly date night with Miss Morgana.” I look at Isis and growl deeply at the mention of Morgana. “Did she reject your marriage proposal?” I look at her a bit surprised. “I figured that close to a thousand dollar purchase on a Diamond ring last week was for that.”
“Is it that obvious…” I said as I blush a little.
“Well,” she says. “You throwing me onto your desk and pleasing me after work the day after your win and not caring about missing your workout made me think something was wrong.” I explain to Isis what happened, and she is silent for a bit. “Well, I’m not a therapist but based of the information I have, she might have think her body isn’t perfect for you and that’s why she is wanting to wait.” I groan.
“That’s what I’m afraid of… she has body confidence issues and hates when anyone flirts with me,” I say. “How did you get her to okay on… our unique arrangement.”
“Easy,” she said. “I told her that I won’t initiate it… and if you do, I make sure that she gets the same apportioning.” She gives me a gentle kiss on the cheek. “Now, Morgana is probably worried your relationship is on shaky ground. Now I am going to setup a dinner and movie date for you two tonight. I want you to patch things up as she needs you by her side as the other students at American Bodybuilding College will sense that as walk all over here.” I look like I am about to protest. “Trust me… You do not want to mess with me…” She smiles. “As like I did with Morgana, I will show you that there is a lot to me you don’t know.”
“Okay fine…” I spoke. I call Morgana and learn she’s at IronWorkz Gym working out. She avoids the VIP area unless I’m with her because she cant control herself and we have to be intimate in the locker room after a workout down there. I take a limo to IronWorkz. When I get there, I see Morgana flirting with one of the personal trainers. “What the hell is this!?!?!”
“Well,” she says. “Since you seemed to be busy, I wanted to play the field a bit…” I take Morgana by the arm, and we go into a posing room. I lock the door. “Seriously? Can’t handle me flirting?”
“No!” I spoke. “I can’t stand the girl I proposed to rejecting my proposal then flirting when I just wanted time to process..” Morgana scoffs.
“Process?” She speaks. “Is that why you have avoided my calls, texts… hell, I said the naughtiest picture of me in that slutty lingerie and text I could and I noticed you saw them but no response.” Morgana tries to slap me but I am able to block it. “I told you… It’s not the right time!”
“Then when!?!?” I spoke. “Do I need to get bigger?” I take off my shirt and flex my chest. Even in my post competition shape, my chest is so vascular and massive.“I will be the biggest freshman on campus! Do you want me to be a freak that no girl will dare look at me?” Morgana pushes me back hard that I fall on my ass. “Morgana… I didn’t…” She walks over and pulls down my pants and boxers.
“Shut up…” she says. She strokes my cock to its full hardness and starts sucking. “I need more protein.” I try to resist as she is clearly upset but her amazing work down there is getting me pulsing and throbbing. She keeps sucking until I cum and she swallows all of it. “Please train me to become a bodybuilder.” Her hands caress my abs. “I want you to mold me into your perfect workout partner…”
“Let’s talk about this over our date tonight,” I said as I try to regain my composure. Morgana pouts but nods.
“Okay,” she said. “But I am not changing my mind…” I get my clothes back on and she goes to take a shower. I am standing at the front desk trying to understand why Morgana is so focused on that. We head to where Isis had our dinner reservation. Throughout dinner, we are somewhat silent towards each other as I’m still process her wishes and she’s wondering why I didn’t seem so enthusiastic.
“Okay…” I spoke. “I have to understand the why. There has to be more.” Morgana explains how she thought my parents looked so amazing on stage and how she wished we could become the next Olympian Power couple. “Okay… but you realize if I say yes, when we are in the gym, I will not be holding back.” Morgana smiles as we are in the limo. The next morning, Morgana starts her new training. We work out in the basement so Morgana can list after the bodybuilder physique and gives her motivation.
“Oh yeah…” Morgana says as she is posing naked after a workout. Her physique has improved over the summer. She hasn’t lost any of the size in her breasts and her pecs make it look like they are even bigger. She is rocking 8 pack abs. “I want so glad I didn’t lose my bountiful breasts.” She smiles as she does a pec flex as she flexes her 14 inch arms. I stand behind her and flex my 24 inch arms. “No fair… I want cannons like yours.” She turns around and twerks her ass. “Also glad my ass is firm and tight. Something for you to grab onto.”
“Indeed…” I growled. With Morgana’s increased focus and the constant romps, my body has kept into near contest shape. She jokes that she could grate cheese on my abs as they are so ripped. My clothes have to be more custom made as someone my height shouldn’t be this big.
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I am pacing back and forth while in my bathrobe in my office late one night in the penthouse as I am working on my speech for the new class of freshmen at American Bodybuilding College.
“Let me guess,” Morgana says as I have my back turned. “You were tossing and turning thinking about the speech and wanted to work on it some more.” I turn around and see Morgana in her own bathrobe. “You must be really worried as you are wearing a bathrobe and not walking around nude.” I chuckle as with Morgana and I always needing to buy custom clothes every so often, we became nudists while we were alone at the penthouse.
“Is it that obvious?” I sit at my desk and sigh. “I have no problem stepping on stage in the tiniest speedo and pose my muscular body… but speaking to a group of a few hundred college kids.” I look at the papers on the desk and the little writing on them.
“Well,” Morgana says. “Speeches weren’t your thing. I do remember that you used a posing routine as part of your speech in Exercise Theory on why too much focus on one body part is detrimental to your body.” She licks her lips as she remembers making out with me for a while after that presentation.
“Yeah…” I sigh deeply as Morgana walks and stands behind me and massages my shoulders. “This is a high honor, and I will screw it up.” She is silent for a bit as she is working hard on my shoulders. “Ouch… lighten up. I’m not that tense!”
“Hmmm?” Morgana says as she breaks out of her thought. “Say, how about you listen to the speech that the alumni who talked to us on Orientation Day said to us. Maybe that will help!” She gives me a kiss. “Well, I’m heading back to bed but if I find out you stayed up all night working on this speech… you will be punished.” She goes back to bed. As I go online and pull up the speech on the college’s website and start watching the speech, I think of orientation and how that really ramped up Morgana’s bodybuilding aspirations.
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Morgana and I disembark the IronWorkz private jet. We get our suitcases and put them in the company van that I am able to use while in college. As I drive to American Bodybuilding College, Morgana is going over the Freshman Orientation Folder.
“Ahhh…” Morgana says. “I was wondering why we didn’t need to pack anything else besides our clothes. Our rooms come equipped with television with select cable channels, microwave, fridge, and there is a community kitchen area on every floor of the dorms.” She sighs. “It sucks that we are in separate dorms.” I chuckle.
“Our dorms are right next to each other,” I said. “You being borderline physique competitor/bodybuilder made you be in the physique dorm. At least you aren’t across campus in the bikini dorm.” Morgana sticks out her tongue at the word ‘bikini’.
“I’m glad I got out of that division quickly,” she says. “Most girls were more concerned on which male physique or bodybuilder competitor was going to fuck them after the competition.” She looks over at me in my unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt. “I didn’t need to be concerned on that as I know who was mine… too bad we were running a bit behind otherwise I’d tell you to find a secluded area so I could have some fun.” I almost serve the van off the highway which Morgana chuckles.
“Really?” I spoke. “I didn’t satisfy you enough on the private jet flight here.” Morgana looks at me with a smirk. “I’m guessing that’s a no.” Morgana smiles.
“You always satisfy me,” she says. “I just enjoy messing with you… as it makes you work even harder. especially since the best American competitors will be our classmates.” She goes back to reading the Freshman Orientation Folder. “Oh, I can’t wait to see you beat the other guys in the strength showdown… and it looks like there is a speech from the current Mr. Olympia Brandon Cutler. I hope his Victoria’s Secret model girlfriend Ashley Grant is there.” I chuckle.
“Isn’t she your girl crush,” I say with a laugh. I think I have lost track of how many girl crushes Morgana has had over the years. It started as models and bikini competitors, then athletic women and fitness model, and now it’s physique competitors and female bodybuilders.
“I remember how wound up you were after the Victoria’s Secret commercial containing both of them,” she says. “You wish she was undressing for you.” I softly chuckle as I didn’t want to tell her I was fantasizing it was us in the commercial. We groan as traffic is backed up the closer we get to the college.
“I wonder why traffic is so congested near campus,” I said. Morgana rolls down her window and peeks out.
“I think I know why,” Morgana says. She pulls out her phone and takes a picture to show me what is going. It looks like one of the sorority houses close to campus have a group of girls in bikinis sunbathing out on the front lawn and everyone is taking time to look. “Most of those girls have such fake tits and already fake tans…” Morgana looks down at her chest and does a pec flex. “I bet I could easy beat them in a show.”
“Not everything has to be a competition,” I said. Sometimes I think Morgana has too much of a competitive nature inside her. We spend close to a half hour before we drive past the sorority house. Morgana leans out.
“You bitches need to stop so vehicles can actually move!” Morgana is furious as the girls roll their eyes. “I don’t want some skanks to ruin move in day.” The girls still ignore her. Morgana gets out of the van and walks up to them. She grabs the umbrella that they were using for shade, and she bends in it two. “I’m warning you… I’m here to get bigger and stronger… so I won’t see you bimbos in class but if I do, I will break you.” She throws the umbrella, and it lands on the roof of the sorority house. She heads back to the van and gets in. I am giving her a look. “What? I was done with their antics.”
“Alright dear,” I said as I start the van up and we drive into campus. Morgana and I are a bit surprised at all the fit and attractive classmates. “No wonder why this is called the ‘Hottest Student Body’ for 10 years.” We find a spot to park and exit the van. As we are getting ready to unload, a girl wearing a bright red bikini walks up.
“Welcome to Freshman Orientation!” The gal says. “My name is Fiona! Let the upperclassmen movers help with your suitcases!” Two guys wearing just red shorts walk over. Morgana jaw drops as the two guys make me look small. I recognize them as high ranking college bodybuilders. Each guy picks up a suitcase like it was nothing. “So, what dorms are you in?” We tell her our names and which dorms. “Ah, Atlas for Anthony… so you are in the bodybuilding major… and Siren for Morgana, hmmm… maybe if you work harder you can jump up to Atlas Dorm. Anyway, please follow me!” We follow Fiona as we walk through campus. Morgana notices that I am looking everywhere but at Fiona.
“Hun…” she whispers. “Remember, we said we can look at other people but not touch, besides… I’m jealous of that ass of hers.” Fiona turns around and smiles
“Thank you!” She speaks. “It’s hard work from the Booty Blaster class last year.” She starts walking. “I’m trying to get myself perfect for Victoria’s Secret rollout of attire for bikini competitors as I want to be a model.” We reach the dorms. “Okay, Morgana… you need to check in there.” She points at one location. “Anthony, and you need to check in there.” The guys put down our suitcases. “Have fun!” The three walk away.
“Damn…” I spoke. “If those are upperclassmen… this is going to be rough.” Morgana chuckles.
“You will be fine dear,” she says. We give a kiss and hug before heading to our respective dorms.
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“Ugh…” I said as the video was buffering for the hundredth time. I notice it is midnight and my stomach is growling. I tiptoe quietly to the kitchen to make me a protein shake and see Isis, who is wearing a nightgown, making herself two protein shakes.
“I’m surprised to see you up,” Isis says.
“Couldn’t sleep,” I said. “I thought you had a date tonight…”
“I did,” she said. “Guy seemed nice online but a total jerk on the date. Why can’t guys be more like you or….” She pulls out her necklace that contains a pair of dog tags and grips onto them tightly. “I know it’s been a year since Lucas’ death… but I feel like I keep comparing men to him.” She looks at me and smiles. “I hope me moving in hasn’t been any issues.” I shake my head.
“Morgana and I thought a change in scenery would help…” I spoke. “Also, you being close has helped out in more than one way.” I wink.
“Of course,” she says. “Having quick access to you for business and… personal reasons…” I can see her lick her lips. She gets done with her protein shake and walks over to me. “Maybe you need something to get your mind off writing that speech…” She removes my robe and caresses my chest. “How about a nice soak in the hot tub while I get the video you were trying to load up on the television there. I think I was hogging the bandwidth as I needed a release after the date.” I take off my robe, take a protein shake, and head to the hot tub. As I watch Isis work her magic on the tablet controlling all the tech, I look at the dog tags around her neck and think of Lucas and the beginning of the school year
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I check in and am giving my keys to my dorm room. When I get there, the door is open and I’m seeing a very built young black guy putting up a poster of the current Playboy Playmate of the Year up. I place my suitcase down and knock on the door.
“Hello!” I spoke. “My name is Anthony!” The guy turns around.
“Howdy Roommate!” The guy says. “The name is Lucas!” He points to the poster. “Hope you don’t mind me already decorating…” I shake my head No and bring my suitcase in. As we start to unpack, we start to get to know more about each other. Lucas just recently joined the Army and is planning on majoring in the Athletic Training and Computer Science programs. We have similar tastes in music and television. When I get done unpacking the last items from my suitcase. “I think I finally remember why you look so familiar. You just became the youngest professional bodybuilder recently.” I nod.
“Yeah…” I spoke. “Will be fun to balance school and my bodybuilding career. However, I am planning on majoring in bodybuilding and social media influencer.” Lucas looks confused at my second major choice. “You know I am the owner of IronWorkz Corporation. I figured I need to work on improving the company’s image online better.” I look at the schedule for Freshmen Orientation. “Say, let’s get something to eat before the Campus Groups and Events Carnival.” We leave the dorm and walk to the cafeteria. We notice a lot of upperclass guys and gals watching us. “It feels so weird being watched.”
“I think it’s because they want to see who could be possible competition,” Lucas says. “Remember the college only excepts the top 1% of young competitors. I got in due to winning a few ROTC physique competitions. I know you will face tough competition in the bodybuilding major. The top 5 of last year’s Mr. Olympia were graduates of the major.” We get to the cafeteria and get a little food. As we scan for a place to sit, I see Morgana and I am guessing her dorm roommate. We walk over and sit down at her table.
“So, is this Anthony…” the other gal says. “I can see why you can’t keep hands off him.” I blush deeply while Lucas laughs.
“Yes, Juliana,” Morgana says. “That’s him…” We all introduce ourselves to each other. “I can’t believe how big our dorm rooms are!” We get done eating and we head to the Campus Groups and Events Carnival- this allows incoming freshmen to see what groups and events there are on campus. There are plenty of things to get involved with campus. As I am playing one of the carnival games, an attractive gal wearing a very low cut shirt walks over and caresses my arm.
“I’m here to scout for new members.” The mysterious gal says as she slides an invite into my pocket “To the Olympian Dream Fraternity. There’s your invite to the craziest pool party to start the school year.” She disappears and I pull the invite out of my pocket. The others find me.
“Wow!” Lucas says as I’m looking at the invite. “That’s for the Olympian Dream Fraternity’s Pool Party! It’s rare for a freshman to get it!” I frown as the invite clearly says no guests with the invite. I show it to Morgana.
“Well,” she says. “Sucks I can’t go… but you need to make a good impression.” We get done with the carnival and head back to our dorm rooms. I look at the invite and realize it is tonight. I do a little light body weight exercises to get my muscles pumped before changing into my attire for the party. I head to Olympian Dream Fraternity and it is a massive house. I show the guy at the front door my invite.
“Looks legit,” he says. “But… you need to be able to open the door to be allowed in… it is reinforced steel plated that weighs about 300 pounds… and you need to do it one handed.” I stretch a little bit before I place my hand on the handle. I start to pull. It is very challenging, but I get into a stance to help myself use all my weight to try to open the door.
“I will not be defeated…”I said as the muscles in my body pulse and throb with power. There is a sounds of ripping as my shirt can’t contain my muscles and the door opens.
“Damn…” the door attendant says. “We mostly let new recruits suffer a bit before letting the door open automatically… but that’s a first.” I step inside and look down at tattered shirt. I take it off and find a garbage can. I get a drink and head to the pool area. I notice everyone is shirtless. A few girls come over and kiss my chest while caressing my arms.
“So,” a voice from behind says. “You’re the freshmen who overcame our door trick…” I turn around and see current Mr. Olympia Brandon Cutler standing there. “But then again, I can see why there was special invite for you.” He gives me a tour of the fraternity house which I am impressed at. There is a special workout area and in house chef. “I hope you think of joining us as we would be honored to have a future Mr. Olympia in our ranks.” I look at him. “You caught my eye with how big you can get in such a short time… you will be tough competition once you are a senior.” He notices me looking a bit bored. “How about you join me for a workout since this is not your style.” We go to the basement gym and workout. After the workout, we do an impromptu pose-down with Ashley recording it for social media. She is making out with both of us as she can’t keep her hands to herself. The party gets busted by the cops and I head home
“Oh wow…” I spoke. “The current Mr. Olympia calls me future competition.” My phone starts getting texts from friends as the pose-down is a viral hit. Morgana is waiting at the entrance to the dorms.
“Don’t care where,” she says. I can see she is turned on. “Just seeing you keep up with a hunk like Brandon… makes me want you.” We quickly go to my dorm and we are taking clothes off quickly. “Let me worship you like Ashley was doing to you earlier.” She pushes me to the bed and climbs on top and starts riding me hard. I wake up in the morning to see Morgana getting dressed. “I’m sorry for last night… I was jealous of Ashley and wanted to…” She sighs. “I’m sorry, it’s just tough as I see these women want you and worry you might leave.”
“Sweetie,” I said as I get up and hold her close. “They don’t see me like I know you see me…” I smile. “Besides, the only women who could dare compete with you in getting me turned on would be other female bodybuilders…” She resumes getting her clothes on.
“Well,” she says. “I appreciate…” she stops as she plays what I said in her mind. “Wait? Why would other female bodybuilders be my competition… unless…” She looks at me. “You are?”
“I have thought about it,” I said. “And if you want to become a bodybuilder… I want you to do it the right way.” Morgana gives me a big kiss and rubs my groin. The door to the dorm opens and Lucas is standing there.
“Whoa,” he says. “I thought I gave you two enough time…”
“Nope,” she said. “I’m just leaving… see you boys later…” She leaves the room.
“I was wondering where you were,” I said. Lucas explains that he saw us enter the dorm room and he spent the night with a female friend who is also at the college. We get ourselves ready for the day. The first thing is the Freshmen Orientation Kickoff with a few speeches (by the president of the college and the head professor of the Bodybuilding department) with the keynote speaker being the current Mr. Olympia Brandon Cutler. His speech was very passionate about how to never stop working and if there a challenge to never back down and face it head on. He even mentioned the pose-down video and says how that motivated him to keep working harder as there will be hungrier challengers who can’t wait to overtake his title. The crowd cheers and applauses afterwards while I sit there and ponder on if I could ever challenge a champion like him.
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“I think you have been overthinking this,” Isis says as the speech is over. “Brandon’s speech wasn’t long. You need something basic to drive your point.” She gives me a kiss and gets out of the hot tub. “I suggest you try to get some sleep as you have a few radio interviews.” I watch her ass away as she leaves. I turn the hot tub off and look out the balcony. I head back to bed and fall asleep. I wake up to the smell of bacon when I walk into the kitchen, Morgana is standing in front of the stove only wearing a cooking apron. She is swaying her body to the music on the radio. I get behind her and smack her ass hard.
“Hey now!” She yelps as she turns around. “That’s not fair… you know that your slaps hurt on bare skin.” She gives me a kiss on the cheek. “I’m guessing you must have had a breakthrough as I saw you in bed fast asleep at 5 in the morning…” I look at her. “I went to the gym and ran for an hour. We might be off season… but some of our competition don’t stop.” I roll my eyes as she rarely takes breaks. “So… what do you have for your speech?”
“A few things,” I said. “But I am probably going to feel the crowd and wing it.” Morgana smiles as she serves me breakfast of bacon, eggs, and hash brown.” I am eating when Isis walks in. “Good morning, say how did your…” I look up and wave my hands like don’t ask. Isis let’s put a deep sigh and didn’t see my reaction.
“Terrible,” she says. “The guy was a complete tool and was more focus on himself than on me… Remind me why I should try dating when I have you two.” I am about to answer when she chuckles. “I know… I shouldn’t rely on sure things if I want to have my own man.” She sits next to me and eats her breakfast. We get done with breakfast. Morgana and I go to our offices to get a little work done. I take a little break to go get a light workout in. As I am doing my workout and while I’m thinking of the upcoming speech, I think back to the first days of freshman year.
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Thank you for updating re Isis. Still can't believe there are not more comments on what has to be one of the best stories on the site. K+++++, if there was any doubt.
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I haven't responded yet but I agree with Wookey. This is one of the best told stories I have seen in a long time on here. Keep up the great work!
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Thank you for updating re Isis. Still can't believe there are not more comments on what has to be one of the best stories on the site. K+++++, if there was any doubt.
I haven't responded yet but I agree with Wookey. This is one of the best told stories I have seen in a long time on here. Keep up the great work!
Thank you both… Its great to hear people are enjoying my work. I am enjoying all the feedback, positive or constructive.
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If I had to offer a suggestion, it would be to provide measurements of the two main characters along the way.
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If I had to offer a suggestion, it would be to provide measurements of the two main characters along the way.
I worry about creating measurements that seem too crazy/unrealistic.
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If I had to offer a suggestion, it would be to provide measurements of the two main characters along the way.
I worry about creating measurements that seem too crazy/unrealistic.
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“Really?” I said as Morgana and I head to our first class. “Proper Weightlifting Technique?” We head to class and when get there, we see a small group of students, about a dozen of us total. When class starts, a young-looking female professor in workout gear walks in.
“Good morning,” the professor says. “I am Professor Tara… and I bet you are all wondering the same thing: I have been lifting weights for years… why do I need to take a technique class. Well, improper lifting technique hinders the body from reaching the full potential…” As the professor is giving her speech, I am trying to think of why she looks so familiar. The professor then instructs us to leave our backpacks here and go into the respectable men and women’s locker rooms that are connected to the classroom. When I enter the room, I am noticing each locker has a strange full body suit.
“Please put on one of the suits,” the teacher’s assistant says to us.
“Those tiny things?” One of the other classmates says. “My arm won’t even fit in there.” The rest of the guy’s murmur. I undress to my underwear and put the suit on. Even with my muscular body, it is very snug. The other guys put theirs on. “Now please press the button on the wrist.” When I click the button, the suit activates, and it starts to compress my muscular body. I look around and see the other suits doing the same. “When the suit ‘s lights has turned blue, please join the rest of the class in the weight room next door.” We all meet up in the weight room. I now notice the professor is wearing a suit too.
“Now,” Professor Tara says. “These compression suits not only contain your muscles but will give me proper data on your lifting techniques.” She goes over to the bench press and loads up 300 pounds. Some of the male student’s chuckle as her first set looks a bit clunky and the panel above it shows ‘60% technique’. “See? That was improper technique however…” she does another set, and it looks flawless, the panel above it shows ‘95% technique’. “Proper technique requires more from the body and will help you become better.” The professor has us group into couples and go through a full workout set with the suits on. During my exercises, I am focusing a bit too much on Professor Tara that my technique slips. We take our suits off, get dressed, and leave the classroom.
“Is something wrong?” Morgana asks as we leave class.
“The professor looks familiar…” I spoke. “But I can’t put a finger on it.”
“Well, the professors are highly decorated athletes which include bodybuilding champions,” she says. “Well, I’m off to… posing 101.” She rolls her eyes. “You are lucky your championship wins make you exempt from taking it.” I chuckle. At American Bodybuilding College, they would take championship or records broken and apply it as credit. My recent win and becoming a pro made me exempt from taking any intro posing classes.
“I got Intro to Social Media,” I said before I give her a kiss. I head to the Artist building on campus. I am one of a few guys and the professor is a very buxom Playboy Playmate but is one of the most popular on social media. She has us pull up our social media accounts. Mine is very bare bones but I have a slight presence. The professor asks us to reach out to a popular social media presence in our respective field and see if they would offer advice. I take a shot in the dark and message Brandon Cutler asking for some pointers as he seems to be quite popular on social media. I am sitting outside waiting for Morgana and a guy walks over and hands me a flyer.
“You should try for the Mr. Campus Hot Bod competition.” I grab and look at the flyer. It is a mixture of bodybuilding competition with strongman competition. “The winner gets a photo sheet and will appear on the cover of the college’s promotional brochures.” I look at the date and figure I should be able to get back in near contest shape by then.
“What you got there?” Morgana asks as she approaches. She looks at the flyer and smiles. “Cool… I know what my first competition as a bodybuilder will be.” I look at her surprising.
“I know you want to compete,” I said. “That is in a month. You won’t be that ready.” Morgana smiles and gives me a wink.
“Don’t you worry Hun,” she says. “My training at the Amazon Transformation Center has taught me how to recover quite quickly.” She smirks. “Maybe I will show you a thing or two… but I’m hungry. Let’s get some lunch.” As we head to the cafeteria, I always wondered about the Amazon Transformation Center and wonder if that place messed her up mentally as she has become a bit off since her return.
“So, what do you have for afternoon classes?” I ask when we sit down. Morgana pulls out her tablet and looks at her schedule.
“Preparation for Competitions,” Morgana says. “And you?” I pull out my tablet and look at my schedule.
“Introductions to Photoshoot,” I said. “Ugh… I have no problem being on stage but doing photoshoots are so boring.” Morgana winks.
“But I enjoy seeing you in either a posing suit or workout attire,” she says. “Maybe after class we can go try out the college’s weight room.” We head to our afternoon class, and I am glad to see other guys as I was worried it would have been an all-female class. I notice the guys have just either turned professional or just about getting ready to earn their pro card. The professor explains that we will be doing both reading and applying what we learned in multiple photoshoots. I groan in my head as I know Morgana won’t be happy that I will need to be doing photoshoots with attractive female classmates. I am leaving class when I get a text from Morgana, ‘I want to try out the campus weight room’. I look at my schedule and I have enough time for a workout. I text back saying I’ll meet her there. I head to my dorm room, grab my workout bag, and head to the campus weight room. I remember on the campus tour, the weight room was very state of the art. After I change into my workout attire and get to the weight room, Morgana is already running on the treadmill.
“Hey Hun,” I said. Morgana smiles. I look at the screen and see she’s already been running for 15 minutes.
“My class got done early,” she says with a smile. “Now get your ass onto the treadmill in front of me so I can enjoy watching your sexy body.” I nod as I stretch then get onto the treadmill in front of her. As I am running, I am looking at all the guys and girls are working out. I swear it looks like all the guys have gotten bigger than the last time I was here. I feel a slap on my ass that breaks my concentration. I look over and smile as Morgana is standing there. “I always can tell when you are lost in the clouds… then again, with all these hot gals around, I can see why.” I slightly blush but I stop my treadmill.
“Okay,” I said. “So, what’s the plan?” Morgana smiles.
“Well,” Morgana says. “I think we need to do a baseline test so we the machines know our limits.” I remember hearing that during the orientation tour. We go through the baseline tests; I am about hitting the max at the baseline machines, and I am impressed at how strong Morgana has gotten. “I can see you being impressed.”
“Well,” I said. “You went from 20 pounds to 60 pounds in bicep curls in the span of 3 months.” Morgana giggles but she gets pushed aside by a fellow female student who feels my arm.
“Why do you want to be with that weakling when you can be with…” the girl brings her shirt down and flexes her pecs. “a more experienced girl like me?” I am about to say something when Morgana grabs the girl by the shoulders, spins her around, and forces her head down to give her a knee strike. The girl crumples to the ground as her nose is bleeding.
“I might not be as big as you,” she says with an angry look at her. “But I know how to bring you to your knees.” She looks around and yells. “If I hear of any gal hitting on my man, expect to see something like this bitch…” she points at the girl on the ground. “Am I clear?” Every gal nods their head. We get done with our workout and I am about to head into the guy’s locker room when Morgana pushes me into a posing room. “I would usually wait until we get to the dorm room, but being dominate has gotten me wound up.” Morgana locks the door, and we start making out. We are removing clothes until we are both in our underwear. She takes me by the hand, and we walk over to the wall of mirrors. “One of my classmates mentioned this. Measure Stats!” The room is filled with a blue glow then it disappears. On the wall of mirrors, it now shows.
Male Guest Female Guest
Arms: 24 inches Arms: 14 inches
Chest: 40 inches Chest: 36C
Body Fat: 6% Body Fat: 12%
Class: Bodybuilder Class: Physique
“Scan is complete,” a voice says. “Do you want to profile to be saved to campus profile?” We say yes and supply our names. When the screen shows the process is complete, Morgana smiles as she tackles me to the ground.
“Yep,” she says. “Can’t wait until we get to the dorm.” She takes off her bra and places my hands on her breasts and makes them flex. She is grinding herself against me and I playfully smack her ass. “Just you wait… I hope that I will become a professional bodybuilder before we graduate college.” She shivers a little as she feels my cock bulge as she grinds against me.
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“In closing,” I said as I was pacing in my office practicing my speech. “Enjoy your time at American Bodybuilding College, work your hardest, and take time to make friends.” I go over and sit down in my chair while let out a deep sigh. “Why is it that I’m so worried about a speech? I have posed in a posing suit in front of thousands, photoshoots that millions see, and countless interviews… yet I’m terrified of this.”
“Well,” Isis says as she is sitting across from me. “If you want my opinion, I think your speech was great and I would hope to inspire someone in the freshman class.” She looks down at her notepad. “I do have a few things to change… but more for grammar than anything else.” She smiles. “I did love how you used what happened in college to relate to them. Has Morgana had time to hear your speech?”
“She’s been dealing with the launch of her lingerie brand that is being sold at Victoria’s Secret,” I said. “She pushed back all those meetings until after the Olympia.” Isis nods.
“With her win,” Isis says. “And the title of Ms. Olympia should help make the launch quite successful.”
“Yes…” I spoke. “So, how is the process going on Assignment Unity?” Isis grins.
“Location and date have been set, the list has been finalized, and small details are being worked on,” she says. “It will be quite a surprise for the world when…”
“Morgana!” I said as I stand up as she walked into the office.
“What surprise is Isis talking about?” She asks.
“Well,” Isis says. “Anthony was keeping an eye on the lingerie brand launch, and he was thinking of a celebration party if it went well.” Morgana walks over and gives me a hug.
“Baby,” she said. “You don’t need to do that. Remember, there is the celebration party for the Athena Lingerie line that is happening at the Playboy Mansion after your speech at American Bodybuilding College.” She smiles. “So, what did I walk in on?”
“Anthony going over his speech,” Isis says. Morgana sits in the chair next to her.
“Please tell me you included a bit about the first Hot Body competition,” she says. “I always loved how we were given no chance yet destroyed the competition.”
“Of course, I wouldn’t…” I spoke. “The first freshman guy and gal to win that in the campus history.” I look over at the wall of awards and smile.
“You know,” Isis says. “I heard very little of that… so what was the Hot Body competition?”
“A combination of bodybuilding and strong man events over the span of a weekend,” I said. As I start to talk about what lead to the Hot Body contest, I look over at Morgana and tell she’s getting interested and will probably want to relieve that win later.
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The first few weeks of college were quite busy. Morgana and I tried to keep our lunch dates but after a while, one of us had to cancel due to classes or work (she was working at Steel Sirens and I at the IronWorkz Gym off campus). However, we always kept our workout dates. I was impressed at how quickly her body seemed to pick up the new training I planned. After she broke an old lift record, she would take me to her dorm and had fun with me all night. Some mornings I might look like I didn’t get any sleep, but all the extra sex helped keep my physique in top shape. I try to get any information about the Hot Body competition, but I get stonewalled.
“I don’t get why I can’t get any info on the strongman part of the competition,” I said to Lucas as we were relaxing in the dorm one morning in the weekend watching television.
“From what I have gathered,” Lucas says. “Is that the strongman contests change from year to year to give no one an advantage.” There is a knock at our door. “I wonder who that would be?” Lucas gets up and opens the door. Isis is standing there in her somewhat revealing business suit. “Well, hello there…” Isis rolls her eyes.
“Is something wrong?” I asked. She told me before we started to college that she would try her to get me not involved in business stuff as I must worry about college.
“I need to speak with Morgana about Playboy wanting her for their new College Iron Maidens special edition,” she says. I’m confused on why they were trying to reach me. “Well, Playboy knows you two are a couple and her presence on social media is non-existent, so they reached out to the IronWorkz.”
“So why are you not telling her about this,” I said with a puzzled look.
“The business is worried about the perceived idea of the head of the company dating a…” she says with a sigh. “Their words, not mine… a promiscuous lady.” I growl deeply as Morgana is not like that at all. “I figured you would be writing a very detailed letter on why she isn’t. However, I don’t know her schedule so I was hoping you would help me.” I look at the clock.
“Well,” I said. “My best guess is to check her dorm first.” I quickly get freshened up and leave the dorm with her. We head to Morgana’s dorm room. I knock on the door, and we are hearing faint moaning. I knock louder. We hear a little shuffling from inside the dorm room. The door opens to see Juliana with a bed sheet wrapped around her body. “Where is Morgana?”
“She should be done with her run,” she says. “Now, if you would excuse me…” She shuts the door. Isis and I chuckle as we figured we interrupted her alone time. We are waiting outside when I notice Morgana running towards the dorm. She is stops in front of us and asks why we are here. “Well, I need to talk to you about a business opportunity for you.”
“Let me take a shower first,” Morgana says. She goes back into her dorm. As we are waiting, I get a text from Lucas asking if Isis is seeing anyone. I text back saying she’s my personal assistant, she is out of college, and I doubt she would be interested. Lucas asks me for her phone number.
“Isis?” I ask. She looks at me. “Don’t laugh… but my roommate is wanting me to ask for your number.” She looks a bit surprised. “I don’t know why, but I haven’t given it to him yet.” She thinks about it.
“You know,” she says. “He was an attractive looking man. Yes, you can give me his number but warn him that I am not looking for a hookup as I have plenty of those.” She winks as I roll my eyes.
“Just don’t break him,” I said. Morgana exits the dorm building wearing a shirt with the Playboy logo on it. Isis and I try not to chuckle at the irony of what she is wearing.
“I’m hungry…” she says. “Can we go off campus for lunch?” We agree on heading to Steel Sirens a block off campus.
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K+++. Loving this series
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Only one thing 40" chest seems out of whack with 24" biceps
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Only one thing 40" chest seems out of whack with 24" biceps
and this is why I don't like to include stats as I feel I will mess up somewhere
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How is the next instalment coming along?
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Also, does anyone know how to change the titel of my post, as I am regretting it saying "My first attempt"
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Morgana and I are sitting in my office as I are going over the last little details of the speech. She smiles as she can see I am getting more confident in my speech. Isis had gotten called away during my speech.
“See,” Morgana says. “You had nothing to worry about… you are very confident.” I roll my eyes. “Remember how you would panic while speaking while in college.” I chuckle. “Say, Playboy called… they want me to do another photoshoot to celebrate my win as Ms. Olympia. I can tell she seems a bit interested. “I’m torn, as Playboy gave me the biggest opportunity for my name to be well known. However, I want my accomplishments next year to be saying ‘Recent Playboy Playmate’ while I am on stage.”
“Dear,” I said. “You have so many accomplishments that they will be on the very bottom of the list.” I shake my head. “Remember you were worried so much that posing for Playboy while college freshmen.” I look over at the wall that has her first Playboy cover and think.
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Morgana, Isis, and I go to Steel Sirens and are at once given a table since IronWorkz just recently purchased the restaurant company and rebranded. He smiles at how busy the restaurant has gotten after including female physique and female bodybuilder competitors. The girls openly flirt with all of us. Morgana and Isis flirt back while I’m a bit cold towards the flirting.
“So,” Morgana says after we order our drinks and foods. “What’s up?”
“Well,” Isis says. “There was a request that was brought up through the channels at IronWorkz since you have no social media presence.” Morgana perks up with excitement. “A magazine wants you to do a photoshoot with them.” She giggles with excitement. “Although, it’s not what you expect. It’s Playboy magazine for their College Iron Maidens special edition.” Morgana jaw drops.
“Me?” Morgana speaks. “They want me. I’m not even a pro. I have competed in a few competitions. Are they just interested in me because Anthony and I are dating?” Isis shakes her head no.
“Trust me,” Isis says. “That was one of the first questions that I asked when I called back for more information. They editors of the special edition were impressed of your transformation and your determination.” Morgana is quiet as she is processing what she has been told. Isis and I look at each other and wonder if she’s going to respond.
“I am not sure if I should do it,” she says. “I don’t want a reputation of being a Playboy model ruin any chances of anything down the road. I hear the rumors enough on that I’ve only gotten to the college because of dating Anthony.” I am looking around the restaurant and seeing all the Steel Siren girls. I slam my hands down on the table and look at her.
“Screw the rumors!” I said loudly. Everyone at the restaurant stops and looks at me. Isis coughs to get my attention. I take a deep breath. “You might think I’m crazy on this… but you should do it. As I don’t want you to be playing the ‘what if’ game later in life. Also, I think you have put in the hard work and effort to get your body the way it is.” Morgana looks at me for a little bit, ponders a little bit more, and nods her head.
“I will do it!” She says with a big smile. “Isis, can you please call them and make sure to schedule the photoshoot after the College Hot Body competition.” Isis nods and excuses herself to make the call right away. Morgana gives me a very long and passionate kiss. “Thank you…” I look at her confusing. “I wanted you to be okay with me posing for Playboy.” I chuckle.
“You do realize that a lot of people have seen you in skimpy posing suits so being naked isn’t that far off,” I said. “However, those guys can look at you, but I know exactly where you will be at the end of the day.” Morgana leans over and whispers softly in my ear.
“I bet you can’t wait to see me posing naked…” she says as she gently caresses my leg. “Then, proceed to fuck me hard after the photoshoot.” She smirks as she gently rubs my groin. I am gripping onto the table tightly. Isis returns to the bed and notices my grip on the table and Morgana giggling. Isis coughs to get both our attention. “So, what’s the news?”
“Playboy agrees to your request,” Isis says. “So, I will make sure a limo is waiting for you are the Hot Body competition to get you to the Playboy Mansion for the photoshoot.” Morgana gives a glancing look at me. “Of course, I have made sure Anthony was also included.” I have a big grin on my face, knowing that I will be going to the Playboy mansion. We get our drinks and as we are talking about everyday things, we notice a commercial for the Hot Body competition being broadcasted. Morgana and I look very concerned when we learn that the professors and alumni will also compete. I notice that Morgana looks very focused when she is seeing the previous year’s female competitors posing on the television.
“Dear?” I said as I rub her hand to try to get her attention. Isis and I look at each other as Morgana looks like to have a look of pure lust in her face watching the female competitors pose. She looks at me.
“Hot Body competition winner and a Playboy photoshoot in the same weekend,” she says. “I need to get back to the dorms so I can please both of you.” We quickly eat our food as we know when Morgana is serious on things like that. We quickly head back to her dorm room and we proceed to make love for the rest of the day. Morgana and I are working out even harder and watching as many strongman competitions as possible to see if we can come up with an idea on whatever we have to face. We notice a lot of the other students and a few professors starting to wear sweats more. The night before the competition, I am meditating when I hear a knock on the door. I open the door and Morgana is standing there, wearing a trench coat.
“Let me guess,” I said. “Couldn’t sleep?” Morgana nods as she walks into my dorm room. “I’ve been trying to sleep early as we have been working out so hard these past weeks.” Morgana nods.
“Yes,” she says. “And I think you need to be rewarded as my trainer for this competition.” She smiles as she opens the trench coat to reveal a silk blue set of lingerie. It is accentuating her impressive physique. She smiles as she can see me getting turned on seeing her in that skimpy attire. “I had this saved up to wear for my next shift at Steel Sirens after we win.” I walk over to her, and she pulls me close as we make out. We quickly get out of our clothes and proceed to have passionate sex. We wake up a bit later that normal and must race to get signed up for the Campus Hot Body contest. This year they broke it down into multiple categories: student males, student females, alumni males, alumni females, male staff, and female staff. The competition is broken down into multiple stages over the weekend: strongman games, mile run, and posing competition.
“Oh boy,” I said as I am noticing all the various male competitors. “I am glad that I’m not facing any of my professors.” The professors are former Mr. Olympias or top Olympia competitors. The first stage are the strongman games, which are the Atlas Stones, Arm Over Arm Pull, and Deadlift. As I watch Morgana and the other female student competitors competing, I am impressed that Morgana is kicking butt against the female bodybuilders.
“How does a physique competitor over take us bodybuilders in the deadlift,” one of the other female student competitors say to Morgana. “Oh, that’s right… You must take steroids!” Morgana punches the other competitor hard that she falls in a heap.
“I’m clean as we had to give a urine test before the competition and you are just jealous that I’m stronger than you,” Morgana says with a smile. “And I am only getting started.” The other girl has a nice black eye but are quickly separated before there is a brawl. Morgana and I do quite well and we both earn 3rd place in the strongman games. We are relaxing in an ice bath to sooth our aching muscles.
“You really need to learn how to control your anger,” I said. “Be glad you didn’t get disqualified for assaulting the other girl.” Morgana looks at me annoyed.
“I hate when people think I take the easy way out,” she says. “I have worked my ass off to be as strong as those female bodybuilders.” We get out of our baths and head to the dorms. We went to bed early as the next morning was the mile run which started at sunrise. When we get to the start line, most of the student competitors aren’t there and the alumni and professors are impressed at the students who are there. We start to stretch. “Remember Hun, we just do our best and see what happens.” We start the run, we keep a steady pace, and watch as most student competitors are disappearing behind us, and we are keeping up with alumni and professor competitors. When we reach the halfway point, Morgana decides to kick into a second gear and starts to go faster. I am trying my best to keep up but I can’t understand how she can keep up the pace she was at. She complete the run five minutes in front of me and I am gasping for air while she looks she could go on more.
“What kind of training did you do to not tire out so easily?” I ask. Morgana giggles and then blushes a little.
“Let’s just say,” she says. “I had a little mechanical help.” I look at her with a puzzled look on my face. She leans in and whispers. “I found out that if I used my vibrator while running, I can work past the pain.” I look at her with a stunned look. “Don’t worry… I don’t need to use it when I got…” She grabs the front of my sweatpants. “Your biggest muscle if I need to get some action.” She whispers in my ear. “I want to spend the night at your dorm so we can have a little pre competition sex.” I pull out my cell phone and text Lucas to let him know I need the dorm for the night as Morgana wants to get frisky. I get a response back saying that he already has a date lined up. We get back to my dorm and before the door was even shut, Morgana ripped off my shirt and was kissing my neck while her hands caressed my pecs. “I love how pumped your muscles get after a run.” I take off her shirt and pants. She is wearing sexy lingerie. “I figured to wear something sexy as I wanted you so much.” She pushes me onto the bed and does a sexy posing routine to get me wound up.
“It looks like you have gotten so wound up,” I said. Morgana is doing a combination of a sexy posing routine and a lap dance before she removes my pants and underwear. We spend the whole night making love and stop so we can get a few hours of sleep. Morgana and I are wearing our posing suits as we walk across campus for the Hot Body’s Bodybuilding Competition. Both of us are smiling from ear to ear as people are watching us. We get to the competition building and go through our pre competition routine. Both of us are pumping our muscles as we are putting oil on each other. I watch Morgana walk on stage and look amazing against the other women bodybuilders. She might not be a female bodybuilder but her posing routine is amazing. She wins the female student division. Morgana is cheering as I am on stage against some seasoned college bodybuilders and I win the male student division. We are on stage with all the division winners and are flexing and looking proud of our hardwork.
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One of my two favourite stories on this site and the only one which is active. K+++
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“Mister Anthony,” A voice from the intercom on my desk breaks me from my daydream.
“Yes,” I said when I press the intercom button.
“Remember, Isis informed me to let you know that you and Morgana have to leave work early so you can be prepared for your flight to California.,” the temporary receptionist said. Isis took a few days off after help facilitating the deal with Playboy for Morgana.
“Thank you,” I said. Morgana is at her desk looking at the various photos for the release of her lingerie line for female bodybuilders. I spin her chair around and give her a very long kiss.
“Well,” she said. “I definitely enjoy that distraction…” She stands up and we embrace for a very long kiss. Her hands playfully grope my ass. “I can’t wait for another round in the mile high club.” She giggles as she feels the bulge in my pants. “Don’t get too wound up… I need you in top form.” We quickly pack up our stuff to head home. We grabbed our already packed suitcases and head to the airport. We head to our private jet and board it. Morgana waits until we get to cruising altitude before taking me by the hand and to the bedroom in the back.
“What has gotten into you?” I ask as she is removing my shirt and her hands are caressing my chest as I am flexing. She coos as her hands caress my abs.
“Just looking at the photos of the lingerie photoshoot, posing for playboy again, and…” she says as she slides her hand down my pants and boxers so she can stroke my cock. “Seeing my man being dominant as he does his speech and pose for the freshmen class at our alma mater… really got me turned on.” I smirk as I know that when she gets horny, I enjoy the end result. I remove her shirt and smile as she is wearing a see through black bra and I can see her hardened nipples poking out. “This is from my new lingerie line. Do you like?” I just nod my head as she turns around and bends over and lets her pants drop so I can see the matching black thong. She flexes her ass and looks at me. “I can definitely tell you like this.”
“You should of started that lingerie line sooner,” I said. She giggles as she turns around. “then again, I doubt you could keep it on if you were showing me.” I remove my pants as I am watching her do a few seductive poses for me. I enjoy when she makes her massive tits bounce as she gives me a look of pure lust. Even though both of us aren’t getting prepared for a bodybuilding competition, we both clearly look ready to step on stage.
“Maybe my next project for my clothing line should be sexy underwear for male bodybuilders,” Morgana says as she is eyeing my very plain boxers. “Maybe speedos that can contain those…” She is eyeing the huge bulge in my boxers “Huge cocks some male bodybuilders possess.”
“Shouldn’t your eyes be focused on just one cock…” I said as I flex my arms. “And that’s mine…” Morgana walks over to me and gives me a long kiss.
“Of course dear,” she says with a smirk. “Just as long as you remember when we are at the Playboy Mansion for my photoshoot that you focused on my naked body.” As we climb in bed to make out, my mind thinks back to her first Playboy photoshoot a few years back.
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Morgana and I quickly rush out of the competition hall to the limo as Isis informed us that Morgana’s playboy photoshoot was happening today. Isis hands us our sweatshirt and sweatpants and we get dressed in the limo.
“We can celebrate your wins later,” she says with a playful twinkle in her eyes. “But Morgana, your photoshoot for Playboy there will be other college athletes also there. Anthony, you will be able to roam the mansion while she does her photoshoot.”
“And where will you be?” Morgana asks.
“Well, I will be working out a contract with Playboy as they have expressed interest on doing more than just one photoshoot with you,” Isis says. “I won’t bore you with those details but it’s a very good offer.” The limo stops at the gate of the Playboy Mansion. After a few minutes, the limo enters the mansion grounds. I smile as I am seeing very beautiful smoking hot women walking around in skimpy bikinis. I can sense both Morgana and Isis glaring at me but I ignore it.
“What a big mansion!” I said as we exit the limo. We are greeted by the photographer for the photoshoot. We are taken through the mansion and we are introduced to the other women who are taking part of the photoshoot as well: there are a couple other female bodybuilders from various colleges, a couple college gymnastics, a couple college swimmers, a couple college volleyball players, and a few young fitness influencers. Isis excuses herself to go speak to some of the higher ups at Playboy for Morgana’s playboy contract. Morgana pulls me close and gives me a very long, passionate, and intense kiss.
“Remember,” she whispers in my ear. “You can look but you don’t touch…” She grabs my groin and squeezes hard to the point that I wince in pain. “As I am the only one you fuck… Am I clear?” I gently nod my head and she lets go. I give Morgana a kiss before taking a tour of the mansion with the other boyfriends of the other girls who are doing the photoshoot. We are enjoying the various Playboy playmates walking around the mansion in skimpy clothes or bikinis. A few girls flirt with us but nothing serious. The other guys ask me a few pointers on improving their workouts as I am clearly the biggest and most muscular than the guys. I get a bit bored after roaming around the mansion and return back to the photoshoot area. Morgana and the other girls are wearing similar sets of lingerie. The photographer notices me and asks if I would want to be a part of the photoshoot. I am to be wearing a mask while having a bedsheet wrapped around my body and have each of the girls pose with me in bed. I look over at Morgana and she gives a nod of approval.
“Sure,” I said. “not everyday I get the opportunity.” I head to another room to get undressed and get the bedsheet wrapped around my waist. I take a few photos with each girl in bed. Most girls are very shy and reserved with me while a couple get a bit handsy. When it’s Morgana’s turn, she makes out with me and she slides her hands down the bedsheet to stroke my cock which is very hard. The photographer is enjoying this as it shows true passion between young lovers. When the photoshoot is over, I am blushing as I have a major hard on and having a hard time hiding it. The other girls giggle and leave the room along with the photographer. Morgana smirks as she shuts the door. “You wanted to get me wound up.”
“Oh really?” Morgana giggles. “Me getting my boyfriend wound up after numerous women were touching you all over…” She takes off her lingerie and stands there naked. “Besides I bet you wouldn’t mind having sex on the Playboy Mansion with a future Playmate.” I remove the bedsheet to reveal that I’m naked. She licks her lips as she climbs into the bed and we make out before she climbs on top and starts riding me.
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“Oh yes!” Morgana screams as she is riding on top of me and I am caressing her breasts. I was always impressed that even though she has one of the most muscular physiques for a female bodybuilder, she never needed to get any breast implants as all the sex and workouts with her vibrator helped her keep her breasts large and full. “Fill me up with that monster cock!” I gently squeeze her nipples which causes her to throw her head back and scream even louder.
“What has gotten into you?” I said very concerned. I appreciate that she’s in the mood but I have a look of concern.
“I just remember how intense we had sex during the first trip at the Playboy mansion and I want to match that,” she says as she pins my arms down. “So strap in as I am going to tame your beast of a cock.” I try to use my strength to overpower her but she is keeping my arms pinned down as she is grinding my cock as the bed starts rocking. After an hour of her riding me, I let out a deep roar as I cum long and hard. She lets out soft moans as my cock pulses and throbs deep inside her. “Mmmm… I enjoy you being the dominant one in bed but I do enjoy taking control…” She snuggles up with me and turns on the television in the bedroom and it is showing highlights of the Olympia Expo. She smiles and looks at me. “Those expos are so much fun when we don’t have to work the gym’s stand.” I nod my head as I look at her then back at the television as I see a few students from American Bodybuilding College pose for the camera. It makes me think back to the first Olympia Expo we went to for college.
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Being one of the top bodybuilding college in the country, the months leading up to the Mr. And Ms. Olympia are quite fun. People making bets on who will win, any surprise retirements, and any fun or interesting moments. There are posters for watch parties all over campus hosted by various clubs, fraternities, and sororities.
“Good morning class,” my professor in Social Media Presence says one morning. “I have gotten it approved by the University and we will all be traveling to the Olympia Expo…” The class cheers. “Sadly, I couldn’t get any Mr. And Mrs. Olympia tickets so we will have to find a place in Las Vegas that is hosting a watch party.” The class lets out a groan. The professor informs us to check our emails for an itinerary. We are able to bring a guest. I quickly raced to the cafeteria after class to inform Morgana of the news. I get my plate of food and am talking with Lucas.
“Wow,” Lucas says after I tell him the news. “That’s pretty cool. I hear that you can get plenty of free stuff, autographs from top competitors, and companies use that to meet potential clients for sponsorship deals.” I chuckled.
“Yeah,” I said. “I would need to work a few hours at the Expo at the college’s booth… but getting free admission is so cool!” Morgana and Juliana sit at our table. I explain to the girls what I learned in class. “Hun, I was hoping that you could join me on the trip.”
“I think I have to work that weekend,” Morgana says with a frown. “The Olympia weekend is a big event at Steel Sirens and there is an all hands on deck rule that weekend…” I look a bit sad. “However, I think I can work my magic on the manager.” She excused herself to go call her manager. After five minutes, she returned with a smile. “So, I can come but I need to work at the Steel Sirens booth at the Olympia Expo also.” I picture her in her Steel Sirens outfit flirting at the expo and I chuckle. Morgana playfully smacks my shoulder. We finish eating our lunches and go to our afternoon classes.
“Question for you,” I said as I call Isis that night. “What is IronWorkz presence at the Olympia Expo?”
“IronWorkz has a booth and one of the major sponsors of the Olympia,” she says. “Are you wanting to make an appearance? I could see if there are a couple VIP passes for you and Morgana.”
“Well,” I said. “I have to be there for one of my college classes… but I think I could make an appearance at the company’s booth. See if you can get those VIP passes.”
“I will try my best,” Isis says. “I will make sure that you and Morgana have excellent accommodations that weekend.” I chuckled over the phone. “I know you are going to say I don’t need to do that, but remember… My main assignment is to make sure your needs are met.”
“Thank you,” I said. “Anything else?” There is a slight pause on her end. “Isis?”
“Your roommate,” Isis says. “He has been very sweet with sending me flowers and cards but… I’m not sure if I am a good match.” I look over and see Lucas is playing a game with a headset on so he can’t hear me. I turn in my chair so he can’t see me talking.
“He’s a young man in the military who needs someone to talk to during his training sessions,” I said. “Just be kind in responding and see what happens… You always said you wanted a man in your life.” I hear a light groan on her end.
“Okay…” Isis says. “Fine… I will see if he’s available while you and Morgana are at the Olympia Expo.” I ended my phone call with Isis. Morgana and I decided to ramp up our workouts as with all the companies that are at the Expo, she could possibly get a sponsorship. I explained to Morgana that I could get her signed with IronWorkz and she explained that she would rather get a sponsorship on her own merits.
“Look what I got!” Morgana says a week as she enters my dorm room for a study session before the Olympia trip. “An invite to the Olympic Dream Sorority and to their Post Olympian Pool Party!” She is jumping up and down with excitement. I know she has been working hard on getting an invitation as she wanted to join but was rejected due to her being in a physique competitor and not a female bodybuilder.
“Congrats Hun!” I said with a smile. She gives me a big hug and gives me an exceptionally long kiss.
“I have the perfect bikini for that pool party,” she says with a smirk. “I was wanting to save it for Vegas” She places a finger on my lips. “Before you ask, no… you don’t get a private show.” We started our study session, which was quite interesting: for every right answer, an article of clothing would be taken off and for every wrong answer, an article of clothing was put back on.
“You always have a hard time with these study sessions,” I said as I am still wearing most of my clothes while Morgana is in just her bra and panties. “Or are you just doing this just to get me wound up so we can have sex?”
“I don’t think you mind getting laid every time after our study sessions…” Morgana says. “Although, why does it seem that Lucas isn’t around these nights.” I have not told her about Lucas being interested in Isis as I felt like that is something very personal.
“I think he is seeing some gal,” I said. “He is very quiet about his dating life.” Morgana gets her question wrong and she gets up and turns around so her back is facing me as he takes off her bra and throws it over her shoulder and it lands on my head. “Hey! No fair!” Morgana giggles as she places her hands over her breasts and turns around. The fire alarm goes off. We both groan as that so killed the mood. I throw her a shirt which she puts on before quickly putting on her pants. We headed out of the dorm and into the student center. I chuckle as I notice a pair of couples with bed sheets wrapped around them.
“Looks like we weren’t the only ones that we almost getting busy,” Morgana says softly as her eyes look at the couples. Morgana gasps as notices Isis being one of the people with a bed sheet wrapped around her. “Wait, that’s Isis and Lucas!” I look in the direction in which her eyes are looking. I tried not to bust up laughing as I could picture Isis being very annoyed at being caught in this situation. We approach them.
“Oh my…” Isis says as she has a deep shade of red in her face. “Anthony… Morgana… I can explain…”
“What you do outside of work,” I said. “Is none of my business.” Lucas chuckles. We talked for five minutes before we were given the all-clear and are able to return to the dorm rooms. “You two have fun.” I smirk as both Isis and Lucas are blushing. Morgana and I return to my dorm room, sit in the couch, and watch the Olympia preview show. They are talking about the Bikini Olympia when Morgana gets on top of me and rips off my shirt and caresses my muscular chest.
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“Sweetie?” Morgana says as she is resting her head on my chest as we are laying in the bed in the private jet’s bedroom.
“Yes?” I said as I looked at her.
“I’m nervous about heading back to our Alma Mater,” she says. “I know it has been a couple years… but, I worry about my reputation outside of college might have damaged my status as an Alumni.” I chuckled.
“You graduated the college with honors,” I said. “You started a fashion line for female bodybuilders and had your first Playboy cover all in the same week. Just because some might not like your photoshoots, that’s on them and not you.” I give her a gentle kiss while caressing her side. “Remember what advice you gave me after my first film flopped in theaters?”
“That doesn’t count!” she says smacking my shoulder. “That film was a campy B-movie in which you were just there as eye candy.” I give her a very serious look. “Yeah, yeah… I said: drown out the haters as you were able to do something others wished they could.” I am about to say something when the jet’s PA system turns on.
“Due to severe weather, we are asked to land in Denver International Airport and spend the night there,” the captain says. Morgana and I groaned as we wanted to get to California right away. We get up and get dressed. When we exit the private jet, it is a downpour as we race to get into the limo. We are driven to a hotel and get a room so we can sleep. Both of us are drenched so we take off our clothes and lay them over the bathroom to get them to dry. When I exit the bathroom, Morgana pins me to the wall and smiles.
“Want to do a repeat of our first Olympia weekend?” she says with a look of lust in her eyes. I give her a long kiss and caress her naked body. As we climb into the bed, I think about that Olympia weekend.
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Morgana and I are snuggling up in the coach bus as the college’s Coach Bus to Las Vegas for the Olympia Expo. We have a blanket covering us up as we are cold.
“Why didn’t we just fly to Vegas on the private jet?” I asked Morgana.
“Because,” Morgana said. “Isis thought it would be better for us to travel with the rest of our classmates so we don’t off our wealth.” I roll my eyes.
“I don’t show off my wealth,” I said. Morgana giggles as even though I am one of the wealthiest people in the United States, I don’t wear big name brand stuff. It takes about 5 hours on the bus. We watched the previous Olympia on the television’s on the bus to spend time. Morgana is really focused on watching the Ms. Olympia when I slide my hand down her shorts and rub down below. She lets out a soft gasp and looks at me with a ‘I will get you back at this’. I toy with her for a few minutes before withdrawing my hand. She grabs my hand and squeezes very hard.
“You are lucky that I don’t want you to be in pain while we watch some of the best bodybuilding competitors pose on stage,” Morgana says as she whispers in my ear. She lets go of my hand and then slides under the blanket to give my groin a very hard squeeze. Thankfully, the bus gets to our hotel for the Olympia weekend. We get out, get our suitcases, and get inside the hotel. We are seeing Olympia competitors walking through the area. We get our hotel tickets and quickly race to our hotel room. Morgana and I quickly get undressed and into our workout attire as we have a little bit of time to relax and we wanted to go to the hotel’s weight room.
“I doubt anyone would be working out,” I said as I open the door to the gym’s weight room. Morgana and I are frozen in place as we do see someone working out. She is doing bench presses with close to 400 pounds and doing them at an insane pace. She has no spotter but doesn’t look like she needs one as she racks the weight and sits up.
“Oh my god!” Morgana says. “That is Olympic Powerlifter turning Bodybuilder Powerhouse Natasha Ventura!” Natasha gets up from the bench. Both of us are in awe of her size.
“I’m surprised to see others interested in working out,” Natasha says. “Most people want to gawk at the Olympia competitors, walk around the expo, or enjoy the Vegas sights…” She does a double bicep pose and her arms explode in size. “I think those are distractions from the true reason why we are here.” Morgana is focusing on the massive biceps in front of her. I introduce ourselves to her. She eyes is both. “Yes, I remember hearing about you, Anthony. Congrats on becoming the youngest pro bodybuilder. Too bad you couldn’t compete on the Olympia.”
“Yeah,” I said a bit disappointed. “Won my pro card too late in the season to get into Olympia prequalification competitions.” Morgana chuckles.
“Don’t worry,” Natasha says. “If what I read online is true, you have the work ethic and determination to be on the Olympia stage soon.” She then looks at Morgana. “So, you his workout partner, his fuck buddy, his girlfriend?” Morgana is taken back by her directness. “Oh come on, if you aren’t at least getting some action from him…”
“Girlfriend,” Morgana says. “I’m his girlfriend and hopefully a future bodybuilder.”
“I can see the potential,” Natasha says. “Good body frame, nice curves, you might need to see a surgeon on reducing the implants.” Morgana giggles as everyone always thinks she has implants.
“Sorry but…” Morgan places her hands over her chest as she flexes them and makes them bounce. “100% natural!”
“No way!” Natasha says with a shocked look. “How?” Morgana walks over, leans into Natasha’s ear, and starts to whisper her secrets to keeping big and full natural boobs. I hear Natasha giggle and glance at me a few times. “Well, thank you for that. I really hate these…” She points to her bust. “It seems like you need to have fake titties to place high, even in the Ms. Olympia as they want big muscles and sex appeal.” She looks at us in our workout attire. “Since you both look like you want to workout, how about I run you through my workout… I bet you won’t last the whole thing.” I look at Morgana and I can tell she’s already passed.
“You think because we aren’t seasoned pros that we won’t last,” Morgana says. “We accept!” I groan as I feel like Morgana’s temper just got both of us in trouble. Natasha smirks as we start a workout that is very intense. I start to realize the room is a bit warmer than expected. We are dripping in sweat as Natasha isn’t affected at all. Morgana falls to her knees after 10 minutes. “I can’t go further…” I collapse also and concede.
“Impressive for young lifters like yourself,” Natasha says as she goes to the thermostat and lowers the temperature. “I’m used to working out in the Arizona heat.” She wipes a little bit of sweat. “One training tip for both of you: raise the temperature while working out. The extra heat will help you sweat and help you condition yourself to hot temps, like posing on stage.” She places a business card next to me. “If you ever want me to help you train, there’s my number.” She exits the room while Morgana and I slowly get up.
“Wow…” Morgana says. “She put me in my place.” Our clothes are soaking in sweat. We decide to head back to the hotel room. We rinse our clothes and put them all over the bathroom counter to dry. When I step out of the bathroom, Morgana pins me to the wall and kisses me all over. “I don’t know about you.. but getting overpowered by Natasha really got me wound up…” She pushes me to the bed and climbs on top.
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I smirk as Morgana’s slightly damp body from running across the parking lot in the rain pins me to bed. Her blonde hair and piercing blue eyes are easy to see in the dim lit room.
“I always love enjoying overpowering you,” Morgana softly whispers as she pins my arms down. “You might be the strongest and most muscular Mr. Olympia but, in the bedroom, I am the stronger one.”
“Oh yeah…” I spoke. “You always think of yourself as the stronger one due to your time at the Amazon Transformation Center.” Morgana smirks as she leans over and whispers in my ear.
“Then try stopping me,” she says in her silky seductive voice. I let out a deep grunt as I tried to overpower her arms. My arms get bigger as I’m working my hardest. “Oh, look at the big strong hunk trying to stop little old’ me.” I get her arms up a little bit before she slams me back down as she gets her arms pumped. The veins pop out as she chuckles. “That’s impressive, you did get my arms up a little bit…” She softly nibbles my neck “But don’t you forget who the dominant one is when the doors are closed.” I can smell alcohol coming from her breath.
“You are drunk,” I said. Morgana giggles as her breasts bounce up and down.
“I’m not drunk… I just had 3 or 4 glasses of wine during our flight,” she says annoyingly. “I just need to get rid of these nerves.” I look at her with a concerned look. “Yes, I’m worried about what the students will think about me and my Playboy posing.” I roll my eyes and let out a deep sigh.
“What is this sudden change in caring what everyone thinks?” I asked. “You didn’t care what people thought about your first Playboy photoshoot… and you shouldn’t care about this photoshoot.” I take advantage of her not being focused and overpower her and pin her to the bed. I flex my pecs and make them bounce.
“You think that getting my mind off my concerns by flexing your…” she says as she watches my pecs flexing. “Huge muscles and your…” She looks at my face. “Beautiful face.. Will make me forget about these feelings of mine.” I let out a deep sigh as Morgana must be really doubting herself as she hasn’t drinked in years.
“I thought you didn’t want to drink after…” I said and Morgana slams my arms down.
“Don’t you dare bring up that night!” She screamed. Her grip gets tighter. “We both promised to never, EVER talk about that!” As I try to wiggle out of her grip, I do think of what she is talking about
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After the intense round in bed, Morgana and I get dressed and reach the rest of those from the college to head to the Olympia Expo. We were there to help setup the college’s booth for the Expo. A few of us are wondering why the college is even here but our professor explains that the college wants to have a presence of bodybuilders who are interested of having their kids go there or to get young athletes or bodybuilders be interested in applying.
We get done quite quickly with everyone being quite strong and determined to get done early so we can be the first to sneak a peek around the Expo hall. When our professor says it’s all good, we walk around the Expo hall. We are amazed at the presentation quality. None of the booths are open but it helps us develop a gameplan for tomorrow.
“Say,” Morgana says to me as we are done with our work. “A few of the girls and I are going to be walking down the strip.”
“Well,” I said. “Some of the guys are wanting to go to the Spearmint Rhino Strip Club and want me to be the designated wrangler since some of the guys got fake IDs.” Morgana giggles as I try my best to not drink anything.
“Just make sure you guys don’t need to bail you out,” one of the other girls say to us. The two groups go our separate ways. One of the guys pays for the most expensive VIP experience for all of us so we get driven by limo to the stripe club. The bouncer looks at our IDs and we allowed in. We are given a front row seat to the biggest stage. The strippers pay attention to us due to our muscular frames and that the other guys are flaunting a lot of money. I roll my eyes and just ice the drink I keep drinking at a simple soda costs $5 a glass. I chuckle as one of the guys tells one of the strippers it’s his 18th birthday and they bring him up on stage and they are brutal to him by grinding on him then slamming their whole bodies down.
“Hey handsome,” one of the stripper says as there is a break between dancers. “How about you and I head up to the VIP area to see if you are that big all over?” I chuckle as I look at her.
“That’s sweet you are interested in me…” I said. “But I have a girlfriend with a nice set of large natural tits, a muscular frame, and knows what really gets me going… and I am not going to waste that on a…” I look the stripper up and down. “Surgerically enhanced stripper.” The girl gasps in shock and leaves our group.
“Dude,” one of the other guys says. “That girl was eyeing you the whole time. Did you really have to be that ice cold?”
“Morgana and I have an agreement,” I said. “We can look but can’t touch others… so I am making sure to avoid any temptations.” We are enjoying us for a little while longer before one of the strip club bouncer walks up to me.
“Sorry sir,” the bouncer says. “One of the girls said that you said deragotary language towards her and we have a zero tolerance on that…” I chuckle as I get up and tell my friends that I will head back to the hotel. I get escorted out of the strip club which looks a bit odd as I am clearly bigger than the bouncer. I pull out my cell phone as I am walking back to the hotel and notice there is about a dozen missed calls from Michelle, one of Morgana’s friends who was in the Social Media Presence class.
“Hey Michelle,” I said. “What’s up?” Michelle explains that Morgana got arrested for attacking another person at a strip club. Appparently the other person hated that Morgana was getting all of the attention to due her muscularity and her presence. There was a little trash talking and when Morgana got called ‘that steroid fed freak’s sex toy’, she speared the girl through a glass wall and layed down some heavy shots. I groan loudly as I aways knew her temper would always cause issues. “Okay, do you know where she is now?” Morgana was taken downtown to get booked as she and the other girl were both charged with damaging property. I get off the phone and call Isis and leave a voicemail to see if she can get bail setup for her. I then get a taxi to the county jail to see if I can get her out. The person at the desk mention that she was brought to the station as the other girl started the fight by smashing a glass into her head and Morgana was filing charges and was making a statement. I sit down and wait for her.
“Honey,” Morgana says as she enters the room. “What are you doing here?”
“Oh…” I said. “When your friend calls saying you were arrested for fighting, I figured I had to be here to bail you out…” Morgana gives me a hug and I can smell a little alcohol on her breath.
“Miss?” a police officer enters the room and hands Morgana a ticket. “You are still getting a ticket for underaged drinking but it looks like this gentleman will make sure you get to your hotel room safely.” I thank the officer and we leave the station. I flag a taxi and help her in. I am very quiet on the drive back as I am angry that Morgana was drinking and that she tried not to descalate the fight.
“How about when we get back to the room we let off…” Morgana’s hand starts sliding up my thigh. “Some excess steam.” I grab her hand and place it on the car seat. She gets the hint after a few more times of doing that and me doing the same thing. When we get to the hotel, I am taking her by the hand and we are walking through the lobby. When we get inside the elevator, she wraps her arms around my waist. “C’mon hun… I know you can’t resist this…”
“I can resist when I find out you got into a fight and caused property damage!” I said with an angry tone. Morgana is taken back by my tone. “You keep telling me you are working on your anger yet these things keep happening!” She is trying to resist moving down the hall but I am overpowering her. I open the door to our hotel room and she walks into the room.
“You don’t have to be so harsh to me,” Morgana says as she rubs her wrist. “So, I drank a few drinks and may have impared my judgement.” I turn on the television and one of the stories is talking about the fight. Morgana takes the remote and turns the television of. “Why do you have to be so protective of me… it’s almost like…” She looks at me and her eyes narrow. “You were instructed to do so.”
“I am just only concerned for your well-being…” I said as I try not to look nervous. She chuckles.
“You are such a bad liar,” she says. “You have a tell when you aren’t telling the truth… it showed when you said you were happy when I went on family vacation overseas before senior year… or when we broke up before prom…” She gets closer. “So, either you tell me the truth or I am going to get it out of you another way.”
“Dear, I am being hon…” I was starting to say before she picked me up and threw me onto the bed. I was thrown with enough force than I bounced and slammed into the wall. “Owww!” I look at her angrily. “What the hell? We agreed to never use our strength when angry.”
“I’m not angry…” she says. “I am using it to force the truth out of you…” With a quickness that I have rarely seen from her, she pins me to the wall and tears off my shirt to reveal my upper body. “And I think I will enjoy forcing what your hiding from me out.” Her hands caress my pecs which I flex involuntarily as her hands trace the veins that are popping out. “Now, I will give you a chance: the truth please?”
“Your anger gets the…” I start to say. Morgana grabs onto my shoulders and drives her knee into my stomach.
“Wrong answer,” she says with an icy cold tone in her voice. I fall down to my knees and gasp for air. Even with my impressive muscular abs, I couldn’t handle that. Before I could regain my senses, she pins me to my back and is straddling me. I look up and have a mixed sense of being turned on yet terrified at what she could do. She starts grinding her body against mine. “Again… tell me the truth…”
“Ahh…” I let out a soft moan as her grinding is getting me turned on. Her hands gently caress my abs and arms. I flex my arms and they explode in size. She giggles for a split second before returning to her cold demeanor. “We are representatives of…” She slams herself down hard on my groin. “Oww!”
“Again…” she says coldly. “Wrong answer…” She gets off me and removes my pants and boxers. “Oooh… even with me being so harsh on you, I still turn you on.” My cock is very hard. She kneels down and kisses my legs while her hand gently strokes my cock. “I hate to be doing this…” She gets me close to climax then grips very tight. “THE TRUTH! NOW!” I am fighting back pain until I can take it no more.
“Your father asked me to make sure you didn’t get into any trouble!” I said. “It gives me $1000 per month to help cover any expenses you might cause due to your temper!” Morgana gets off me and walks over to her suitcase and starts packing.
“I can’t believe you!” she says with a tone of anger I haven’t experienced. I quickly put my boxers and pants on. “You know how much I wanted to get away from my dad’s watchful eye… and I’m guessing you have been telling me of those moments.” I look at the ground ashamed. “Oh my god!” She gets don’t packing her suitcase as I approach and try to wrap my arms around her waist.
“Hun,” I said. “Please don’t…” She turns around and punches me so hard that I get laid out. I start to fade in and out of consciousness.
“Baby, please be okay…” Morgana says before everything blacks out.
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“You are right…” I said. “We promise to never talk about it…” Her grip starts to hurt my wrists. “Or use our strength to hurt the other… and speaking of that, Atlas!” Morgana loosens her grip as Atlas was our keyword for saying the other is being a bit rough. Morgana looks at me and gently caresses the side of my face.
“I’m sorry baby,” Morgana says softly. “I just hate thinking my dad didn’t trust me when I was in college…” Both of our stomachs are growling. “How about we order some food as I am really hungry.” Morgana calls room service to call an order. We get a text message from Isis asking if the room accommodations are appropriate. We both text her back and to thank her. We are looking at our social media profiles for a bit while a random show is on.
“Okay…” I said. “I still can’t get why us returning back to campus has gotten you so worked up.” Morgana puts down her phone and lets out a deep sigh.
“There was a petition that was making the rounds to have the college exclude me from the events you were invited to,” Morgana says. “Apparently a very uptight religious group on campus thought I was a bad example for the college.” She lets out a loud laugh. “So apparently having male graduates become action movie stars, professional wrestlers, romantic novel cover models, and other things that show a lot of skin and there’s no response… and the current Ms. Olympia and a multiple time Playboy Playmate is the one they try to force out.”
“Hun,” I said. “You can’t please everyone… and besides, they are trying to get under your skin because you are very successful.” Morgana lets out a deep sigh.
“Women bodybuilders work just as hard and we are still considered not important in the bodybuilding community,” she says. She points at the show we are watching. “The biggest amateur competition in the sport for women and we only get a 30 second blurb in Bodybuilding News Weekly!” She turns the TV off. “Remember how little respect I got at the first Olympia expo.” I think back to what she’s talking about.
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“Ohhh, my head…” I said when I wake up. Morgana’s punched knocked me out cold. I was surprised to see me in my bed. “Morgana must of picked me up after she punched me.” I look around and see her stuff is gone and her suitcase is missing. I notice a note on the nightstand. I pick it up and read it:
Anthony-
I am rooming with another classmate since I clearly can’t trust you at the moment. I have blocked your number so please don’t call or text. Also, please don’t try to talk to me until after the Expo.
- Morgana
P.S. Yes, I did lift you up and placed you in bed. You might also want to cover up the black eye.
“Black eye?” I said as I am done reading the letter. I get up and head to the bathroom. When I turn the light on, I see that I have one nasty looking black eye. “Well, it looks like it’s a sunglasses wearing day.” I grab my sunglasses and place them on my face to cover up the bruise. I tried calling and texting Morgana but I get an automated message saying my number is blocked. I sign as I get to the Olympia Expo, Morgana and I signed up for the first shift of the day so we could get done early and walk the expo floor. The professor notices me wearing sunglasses and I slightly take them off to show why I am wearing them. I am wearing a muscle shirt with the American Bodybuilding College logo and workout shorts.
“Sorry I am late,” Morgana says as she walks up to the college’s booth. She is wearing a black tshirt and training shorts having the college’s logo.. “I lost track of time…” She takes off the shirt to reveal a sports bra with the college’s logo. I can tell her sports bra is a bit modified as it is showing a little more cleavage than normal.
“Just help Anthony with the last bit of unpacking the water bottles with the college logo,” the professor says. Morgana walks past me and opens up a box.
“Sweetie…” I start to say. “I want to…” She looks at me and gives me an intense glare.
“I thought my letter was clear…” Morgana says. “Do not talk to me!” She grabs her box and walks away. I am watching her ass cling to her shorts. She looks over her shoulder. “And quit staring at my ass!” I quickly look down at my box and unpack the last few things for the college’s booth. Our jobs for the hours were signed up were to handout water bottles, hype up the college for those who ask, and take photos if we get asked. Morgana gets a bit more attention due to her attire. I take a few photos and answer some questions. I am so glad to see our replacements as I wanted to get away from Morgana and I figured she would want her space. I find a secluded area so I can call Morgana’s father. I explain everything that has happened and that I will rip up any check he does send from now on. Then I go into a few minute rant on how this has caused more harm than helped and the only reason why I even took the offer was to save the money to help pay for an engagement ring for Morgana when I am ready to propose.
“Boy,” Sierge’s booming voice breaks through my rant. “My little Morgana knows you love her and she doesn’t want to say anything to hurt you. Give her the space and she will come to senses.” He ends the call before I could say a word more. Isis calls me and inform me that there should be two VIP backstage passes waiting for me at the hotel’s front desk. I thank Isis and end my call and head towards the hotel’s front desk.
“Hello there,” I said to the front desk worker. “I have a couple VIP backstage passes for the Mr. And Ms. Olympia waiting for me.” I am given the passes and smile as they have mine and Morgana’s names. I try to think of a way to get the pass to her without her finding out. I head back to the Olympia Expo and walk through all the booths. I get plenty of free stuff, a few photos with some of my favorite bodybuilders and fitness influencers, and a few business cards from companies interested in sponsoring me.
“Hey Anthony,” one of Morgana’s sorority sisters says to me while I am taking a water break. “I’m surprised that Morgana wanted to room with me… although, she did mention you are in the dog house.” I sigh as I don’t want to explain what happened. I hand her the VIP backstage pass.
“Can you try to slip this into Morgana’s pocket,” I said. The friend nods her head and she lets me be. As I walk through the expo hall, I see one company has a bench press competition. They have 300 pounds setup and if anyone want to beat the record, they try to lift as many reps in one minute. I notice that Morgana is the top female with 35 reps. I am impressed at that. I wait for my turn and compete. I become the top male with 36 reps. When I get done, one of the girls working that booth walks over to feel my pecs. I flex them to make each pec bounce to which I hear a few catcalls. I keep walking the expo hall for a few hours to talk to a few of the professional bodybuilders and ask for pointers.
“Attention Olympian Expo! The Ms. Olympia prejudging will commence in 1 hour,” the PA system announces. “All VIP backstage guests and Ms. Olympia competitors please head to the main auditorium.” I put my VIP lanyard on and head to where I was asked. I am in awe of some of the female bodybuilders standing there waiting to get backstage to get their muscles pumped. I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around to see Morgana standing there.
“I don’t know how she pulled it,” Morgana says. “However, I guess I must thank you and Isis for the VIP pass.” I am about to say something before Morgana places a finger on my lips. “You still in the doghouse with me.” I close my mouth and just nod my head. A expo worker goes through and checks all the VIP passes before we are escorted in. We are allowed in. I look over at Morgana and she looks really excited but noticed me looking and changes her demeanor.
“Alright VIP guests,” one of the workers says. “A few ground rules. No touching a competitor without permission. Photos and videos are okay to take. Please limit questions to competitors on asking for photos and videos unless a competitor starts a conversation. Failure to follow these rules could lead to your pass being revoked and you being asked to leave.” All the VIP guests agree and we are allowed to walk around. As I walk around, I am impressed at the size of the female bodybuilders.
“Well hello handsome,” the first female bodybuilder I walk up to says when I approach. “My name is Samantha…” She flexes her arms. “I’m surprised a hunk like you isn’t competiting.” I smile as top Ms. Olympia contender Samantha Steele is flirting with me. I always though she was one of the hottest female bodybuilders and she had no problem using her sex appeal. Her social media pages have pictures or videos of her working out in a bikini or lingerie.
“I just earned my pro card recently so I couldn’t compete in Olympia qualifiering competitions,” I said. “Maybe next year…” Samantha smiles as she feels my arm and I flex.
“Oooh…” she says. “I would love to see you later…”
“He’s got a girlfriend…” Morgana says as she approaches. “Me… and I don’t appreciate some bimbo bodybuilder hitting on him.” Samantha walks over to Morgana and smirks.
“Listen here,” Samantha says. “I don’t care if some amateur physique competitor is dating a man I’m interested in…” She flexes her pecs. “I know what I want and I want him.” Morgana looks like she wants to throw a punch but doesn’t .
“You aren’t worth my time…” Morgana says. “Just wait til I became a pro and beat you on stage.” She turns to grab my hand and we walk away.
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“Ugh…” Morgana says as she watches the commercial for the show that was on the television. It is for a reality show on professional bodybuilders lives and it is showing Samantha joining the cast. “Now with that bitch joining, I guess I won’t watch that trash anymore.”
“I am so glad you have rejected every time that show wanted to have you join,” I said. Morgana and I have been quite popular bodybuilders but we try to keep some parts of our lives private. Also I am glad if she is giving up watching that show as she has been a fan of that series for years and I always thought it was more scripted than me watching WWE shows.
“She’s just trying to stay in the public eye after constantly being in the top 5 at the Ms. Olympia,” Morgana says with a smile. I shake my head as Morgana always viewed Samantha as her as a rival. “Did you hear that she got even bigger implants since she can’t stand…” She grabs her breasts and make them bounce. “My ample bust.” She looks over at me and smirks. “How about we pull up that first Olympia we were backstage on and recreate what happened before we vowed to become the first Olympia couple in 20 years…”
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Sorry guys it has been a while… combination of real life and trying to figure out where the story goes but here’s a little something.
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“Sweetie…” I said as she is taking me by the hand and takes me to a secluded area of the backstage area. She pins me to the wall and gives me a very long kiss to the point I feel like she’s sucking the air out of my lungs. “What has gotten into you? One minute you are not wanting me to say a word… the next, you can’t keep your hands off me.” Morgana is a bit quiet for a few moments before she looks at me.
“I am always a hot head but need time to cool down…” Morgana says. “Also, one of my friends mentioned that you had really good intentions of taking the money my father gave you.” I turn pale white in the face. “Don’t worry… she didn’t tell me what reason she heard, but told me it was very good and I will be happy.” Morgana caresses my face. “All I ask is your forgiveness and help me transform my physique body into a female bodybuilder.” She gives me a kiss. “We can talk about that after the Olympia.” We return back to the backstage area and I recognize a very familiar face, multi Ms. Olympia Holly Hunter.
“Holly!” I yelled out. She is in the middle of her posing routine and I notice that she is wearing headphones so she can’t hear me. I can clearly tell she had gotten newer breast implants as they look bigger than the last time I saw her. Morgana is taking photos of Holly and leans over to whisper in my ear.
“Just picture me being that big and sexy,” she coos softly in my ear. I try to calm myself as I don’t want to have a bulge in my workout shorts. We keep watching as Holly goes from a double bicep pose to putting her hands behind her head and flex her abs. Her eight pack abs pop out. She flexes her abs again and veins pop out. She then flexes her pecs and makes her breasts bounce. All the guys and a few girls are so turned on at the sight. Holly opens her eyes and notices me. She stops her posing and turns around to focus at me. I blush deeply. “Do you think she remembers you from all those years ago?”
“So…” Holly says as she smiles as she walks over to us. “You filled out quite well.” She notices Morgana gripping my hand tight. “I remember you as well… you two look so good as a couple.” She smirks. “Maybe after this victory, I can give you both a really personal show.” Morgana’s breathing gets quite shallow as Holly approaches and looks into her eyes. “You are turned on by muscle… well, I think you have a perfect mate for that.” She winks at me.
“Ms. Olympia participants!” A voice over the PA system says. “Five minutes til line up!” Morgana and I find a monitor to watch the prejudging. All the Ms. Olympia participants are a combination of muscularity and sex appeal. As each competitor poses, I can see Morgana slowly getting turned on. I feel her hand gently rub my thigh and slowly climb higher and higher.
“Morgana…” I said between soft gasps “We might get kicked out…” She takes me to an area in which there’s a television showing the competition but away from everyone else. She quickly undoes my pants and get my cock out while she takes off her top and slides my cock between her tits. “Mmmm… wow you are very horny that what I remembered..” She giggles which makes me her breasts bounce.
“I am surrounded by the best male and female bodybuilders with my boyfriend who is will become better than all of them and I am going to be as muscular as them… so give me what I want.” She angles herself so she can start sucking the tip. I can’t control myself and I release and she takes all of it. We quickly clean up and join back with the rest of the VIPs watching.
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“I still can’t believe we didn’t get caught for that little romp backstage,” Morgana says as she pauses the video to get up and grab a bottle of water and drink it. I chuckle.
“Well, you werent screaming like a banshee,” I said. Morgana grabs a pillow and hits me with it. She yawns a little as she snuggles up to me as we watch video. “Remember how those Mr. Olympia competitors were afraid of you when they saw you…” As I see her snuggle tighter and fall asleep, I lay in bed thinking back to that.
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So I have decided that going back and forth from past/present is a bit too much for me, I have decided to pause on my story and rework it. I enjoy writing but I want something a bit more, easy to work on.
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Thank you for your wonderful story. Loved every chapter.
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Thank you for your wonderful story. Loved every chapter.
Well, I am still going to work on it… just reworking it so I am not going between the past and present. Still got some plot points I want to work on… so it’s a reboot of the story with adding and altering things