Have to admit, the next chapter doesn’t advance the story much, but hopefully enjoyable nonetheless! As always, appreciate your thoughts, feedback and suggestions.
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Chapter 4: Sweaty Abs
Tom woke the next morning to the melodic tone of his cell phone. It was 6AM. The time he typically woke up to workout. He rolled over to greet Olivia, but to his surprise she wasn’t there.
Feeling a surge of anticipation from the previous night, he hopped out of bed and made his way to the kitchen of their one bedroom apartment. Olivia was nowhere in sight, but he soon heard keys jingling at the door. Moments later, Olivia casually walked in.
“Oh hey babe,” she said nonchalantly, as if it was normal for her to be up at this hour.
Olivia was in her workout clothes. Sports bra and spandex shorts. They were absolutely drenched in sweat. Her body glistening from the intense HIIT cardio she had just finished upstairs in the building gym.
Tom was speechless. It was a lot of change all at once. The new routines and Olivia’s muscular, ripped body standing before him. He was still processing it all.
Olivia walked over to Tom and broke the silence.
“I do HIIT in the mornings now,” she said. “You should join me…”
Her voice trailed off as she passed him to go into their bedroom. Tom could hear the shower turn on behind him.
He wasn’t sure if she was talking about the gym or bathroom, but he didn’t waste another second and followed her in.
He found Olivia already topless in the bathroom, her hands gently cupping her breasts as she stared into the mirror intently. Her sculpted abs rippled beneath her smooth skin, each muscle defined and pronounced as if carved from marble by a meticulous artist.
As she flexed, her abs responded willingly, contracting into a mesmerizing display of muscularity. Each brick-like segment of her stomach pressed outward, the lines between them deepening, creating a dramatic contrast that made her midsection appear truly three-dimensional. Her skin, taut and glistening from the slight sheen of sweat, clung to every curve, enhancing the definition of her already impressively large and thick six pack.
There was a ferocity in the way her muscles bulged, veins threading delicately across the surface, pulsing with the life force beneath. The intricate details of her physique—the fine striations that lined her abdomen, the small but prominent veins that traced a path across her lower abs—were a testament to her dedication.
She pushed her breast up higher so that the full expanse of her ripped stomach came into view before crunching down even harder. Her smile had faded and was replaced with intense focus. Veins sprouted across her temple and neck due to the sheer force of her flex. Her abs responded in kind, bulging even more as they fought for space on her tiny frame. The skin so taut across her protruding swollen muscles that every little crevice was a pronounced detail to admire and savor.
The thought must have crossed her mind because she suddenly dropped her breasts and started rubbing her hands up and down the thick muscles, a soft sigh of satisfaction escaping her lips. Her gaze still locked on her reflection, admiring the hard-earned definition of her muscles. Each brick-sized segment impossibly thick and defined. The sight of her abdomen, rippling with strength and glistening with a fine sheen of sweat, filled her with a deep, almost primal pleasure causing her now bare nipples to become fully erect.
Her hands, small and delicate against the vast expanse of her abs, began to explore the terrain, fingers gliding over the deep valleys that separated each block of muscle. It was as if her abs had grown too large for her frame, the muscles so developed they seemed to bulge outward, straining against the limits of her skin. Even the slightest twist of her torso caused her abs to ripple and shift, the powerful muscles flexing and bulging as if they had a life of their own. The skin was stretched so tight across her midsection that every groove, every rise and fall of her muscles, stood out in sharp relief. But it was her navel, perfectly centered and delicately shaped, that truly captivated her.
She dragged her fingers down the pronounced centerline of her stomach, feeling the deep valley that split her abs, a line of power that seemed to pull everything inward toward that small, alluring point. The size of her abs made the contrast all the more striking—her navel seemed almost out of place, a dainty, oval-shaped indentation surrounded by walls of muscle that threatened to overshadow it completely.
With her fingers now circling the rim of her navel, Olivia let out a soft sigh of pleasure, feeling the way her massive abs tightened in response to her touch. The skin around her belly button was stretched so tightly that every movement of her muscles caused it to pull and shift, the once-small feature now almost dwarfed by the sheer size of the muscles surrounding it. But that only made it more enticing—an island of softness amidst a sea of hardened strength.
She dipped her finger into the center of her navel, her fingers barely able to sink into the small hollow as the thick muscles around it flexed in defiance. The sensation sent a shiver of immense pleasure through her.
Though she never glanced in Tom’s direction, she knew he was watching, captivated by the sight of her oversized abs, his eyes glued to the way her fingers danced across the bulging muscles. She flexed harder, her stomach transforming into a living wall of muscle with ridges standing out like mountain peaks.
Her navel, now almost swallowed by the surrounding muscle, drew his attention even more as she continued to tease it with her fingers. She pressed deeper, her fingertip disappearing slightly, as she savored the way her abs clenched around it. The sensation was electric, a potent mix of pleasure and power that only fueled her playful mood.
At this point, her abs were screaming for a break, but Olivia didn’t show them any mercy. Her fingers delitically ran down past her lower abs hooking onto the waistband of her spandex shorts. She slowly pulled it down, exposing thick veins and small indents below her belly button. A full eight back on display.
“There they are,” Olivia grunted as she continue to flex. “I’ve been working hard for these little guys.”
She ran her fingers over the new ridges and then started to trace a rather thick vein running diagonal across her stomach disappearing into her belly button.
“This one’s new too,” she said. She looked up into the mirror making eye contact with Tom for the first time.
Her glance inviting him to inspect for himself.
As Tom approached, she turned to face him. She flexed once again and her shredded eight pack sprang into view. They both looked down over the rows of muscle leading to her exposed panties. Her abs still glistening from the workout. Little droplets running from her boobs down the maze of her mountainous abs disappearing into her belly button.
Olivia’s finger traced the path it took until it connected with her belly button once again. She slowly fingered it.
“I feel so dirty,” Olivia purred. “Maybe you could clean me off a little before I shower.”
Unclear if it was after effects of the pill or if she was discovering another side of her sexuality, Olivia was noticeably horny and Tom was here for it. He was literally living out his own fantasies.
He kneeled down in front of Olivia like he had last night, his breath warm against her skin as he traced the deep grooves of her abs with his tongue. The taste of salt and sweat met his lips, a tantalizing reminder of the effort that had forged such an incredible physique. He could feel her muscles tighten and release under his touch, a gentle flexing that sent a thrill through him.
As he reached her navel, he paused, savoring the sight of it. A small pool of sweat had collected in its shallow depths, glistening like a precious jewel against the taut skin surrounding it. He let his tongue dip into her navel, the cool wetness a stark contrast to the warmth radiating from her body. The sensation sent a shiver through Olivia, her abs responding with a subtle clench, the muscles around her navel tightening as if to pull him in deeper. The taste of her sweat, mixed with the smoothness of her skin, was an electrifying combination that only fueled his desire.
Olivia's breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling with each deliberate touch of his tongue. She could feel every flicker, every small movement as he explored the shallow depths of her belly button, savoring the taste of her effort and the pleasure it brought him. Her navel, once a mere detail, had become the center of his attention, a focal point of his admiration and lust.
Olivia leaned against the bathroom counter behind her. Her palms pressing down on the surface, pleasure taking hold as soft moans escaped between her panting breaths.
“Don’t stop,” she said.
Tom's tongue continued to explore the intricate contours of her abs, but he always returned to her navel, drawn to the way the sweat collected there. He lingered, teasing the edges, lapping up every drop, as if trying to drink in the essence of her strength and with each pass, Olivia's abs flexed harder, her muscles bulging outward as if they too were responding to the attention.
Olivia let out load moans as she started to play with her tits. She climaxed just as Tom start sucking on the top lip of her belly button. Her abs shaking as the pleasure sweeped over her.
“You’re tucking incredible,” said Tom said, breaking his silence for the first time all morning.
“I still feel pretty dirty,” she teased with a grin. She then proceeded to undress and walked into the shower that had been running.
“Aren’t you going to join me in here babe?”
For the second time this morning, Tom reacted without a moment's hesitation. Eager to continue what they had started.
