One Big Promise

[Jayder]

Chapter 2 part 2.

“Sit down on the bed for now” she said, gesturing to our California King as she strolled over to the night stand and flipped on the lamp. The room illuminated in a way I hadn’t seen before. Most of the light eclipsed by Brooke’s planetary body. Shadows were cast all around her physique, making it darker than normal until she moved back towards me.

I hadn’t said a word in a while, still slightly dazed from the long day and the sudden change in expectations of how my evening was going to end. I sat down and a moment later Brooke was casually standing a couple feet in front of me. The rest of the room blurred out around her, her body demanding the complete focus of my vision.

The combination of her height, width, and musculature was awe-inspiring this close. I hadn’t seen anything like it on a woman before. If I didn’t know her better I’d be intimidated to be so close to her. Even her posture seemed to change making her muscles look even more full and defined. Statuesque was the only word that came to mind. She had become so proportional the last two years, a complete bodybuilder. She always had muscle, that’s what kickstarted our fling back when Erin and I were staying with her for the semester in Europe, but it wasn’t like this back then.

The night she discovered Erin’s and my mutual lust over her strength and physique will be forever imprinted into my mind. It was our fourth day in Germany and Erin and I were falling into a rhythm. I would go to the lab during the day and she would attend her study abroad classes and have meetings and excursions. Then at night we would have dinner with Brooke. Brooke was constantly the topic of conversation between Erin and I during those first few days, so much so that I had to tell Erin to keep it down a bit while we would talk about how infatuated we were with her while in bed at night.

Erin and I both had a pretty severe muscle fetish, and as our relationship grew it seemed so did our mutual love for muscular women. It was a constant force in our love life, from fantasizing about female bodybuilders to watching videos and porn together before making love. Erin never had an interest in becoming overly muscular herself, and I wasn’t even sure I wanted her that way. I loved Erin the way she was. Naturally though, we noticed Brooke fulfilled a lot of our mutual fantasies. Like I said, she wasn’t otherworldly at the time but her muscle was noticeable. She had wide shoulders, muscular arms and forearms and big thick legs. Erin immediately made the connection that she resembled Erika Dankova, one of our favorites, due to her height and size.

Brooke had moved to Germany in her early twenties to take a job with a marketing firm. She explained to us that she didn’t really have a good reason to stay in the US and wanted to experience another part of the world. She admitted that she missed America a little bit though and so she applied to be a host for student’s studying abroad a couple years after settling in Germany. She said we were the tenth visit that she had hosted, but the first couple. Brooke was funny, kind, and easy to talk to so the three of us hit it off immediately.

On that fourth night though, things felt a little bit off. The night before, Erin and I had sex in the guest bedroom for the first time. It started as us laying in bed and talking about the glimpses that we had gotten of Brooke’s body. That morning, Erin saw Brooke right after she came back sweaty and pumped from the gym. Erin got carried away explaining every tiny detail, getting us both extremely worked up in the process. In the moment I was worried we were being to loud and blatant when talking about Brooke’s physique. We were too heated up though and we figured Brooke was probably asleep.Still though, dinner the next day was pretty quiet and we were both a little nervous.
Brooke was wearing a yellow tanktop and some flowery leggings. The muscles of her upper body danced and popped rhythmically as she ate. Erin and I couldn’t stop staring at her. She was normally more covered up at dinner from being at work all day but today was Saturday. Brooke broke the silence by asking us a bunch of small talk questions about our first few days in Germany. This was a welcome distraction.

After a few minutes I decided to go get seconds but realized I’d need to be stealthy. Seeing Brooke’s muscular body on full display in her tank had caused me to pop a boner. I slipped my nice sized rod up into my waistband and stood up. I had miscalculated though and it swung loosed in my pants, so I hurriedly shuffled away. I thought I saw Brooke looking towards me when I got up but when I glanced back she was just softly smiling at Erin, who was innocently poking at her food.
With my back turned to the girls, I heard Brooke address Erin. And my mind went into a frenzy.

“So, Erin..” She paused to chew on her food for a moment. “Do my muscles turn you on as much as they turn Darren on?”. Erin froze, she hadn’t witnessed what had just happened so this caught her like a right hook.

“w-w-what?” Erin squeaked out in surprise.

“Its ok, don’t be frightened” Brooke was oddly calm, I feared she was going to kick us out or something. “I heard you guys last night. I wasn’t totally sure if I was hearing things correctly but Darren here more than confirmed it for me”

“Yes” Erin said, she wasn’t being shy about it. It was honestly a pretty bold move on Erin’s part, but she was naturally like that. She calculated the situation well though. Brooke likely would have reacted differently if she was uncomfortable with the situation.

“We are both infatuated with you and your body. We think you look amazing.” I was impressed, Erin was like a little predator, going after what she wanted.
Brooke leaned back in her chair for a little bit. I did my part and just shut up, looking over at them know and doing my best cool guy impression.

“Well then…” And she paused for a bit longer, smile satisfyingly at herself. “Why don’t you two come over here and feel these muscles that have gotten you so worked up”.

The three of us became inseparable after that for the rest of our time together. Getting to know each other deeply, both personally and sexually. We extended our stay as long as we could. By the end of our time their the three of us were essentially in a relationship, though we never really labeled it that way. It worked well, we just seemed to be perfect for each other.

Leaving was difficult but we had promised to see each other soon. Brooke was considering moving back to the US to be with us. 2020 was going to be the best. Right before we left, she promised to keep growing and was excited to see if she could pass 200 pounds before we saw her next. Needless to say, she had blown past that mark.
When we first met her, she had done a few amateur bodybuilding shows but on her wide 6-foot frame it was difficult to look proportionally massive like some of the shorter “mass monster” girls. She had stalled a bit back then, but recommitted to growing after finding out that Erin and I were endlessly turned on by her body. It seemed to supercharge her, as she got bigger we got more obsessed with her body, motivating her to keep working harder and eating more. She went from weighing around 170 when we met her, looking firm and muscular like the former collegiate rower that she was, to a more beefed up 185 when Erin and I left.

Now though, was completely different, she had somehow managed to reproduce the musculature of those shorter mass monster women on her house-like frame. I sat there on the bed completely mesmerized. Brooke, staring deeply into my eyes, gave me a few more moments to take in her body before tenderly whispering.

“Take of your clothes for me”. I bent over to start taking my socks off and I heard her chuckle a bit above me as I looked back up into her eyes.

“Not exactly what I thought you would start with” she said, teasing me with a smile while staring at the visible tent in my jeans. Teasing, joking, and roasting were central love languages for the three of us so Brooke knew exactly how to loosen me up.

“Well, I thought I would start with something easy because you might have to cut these jeans off of me at this point” I said sarcastically.

“Oh” She said, feigning surprise in her voice “He talks? And he has jokes? I was beginning to think this was a non-verbal model that could only stare and gawk”

“Can you blame me? There’s a lot of gawking stimulus in front of me at the moment” I then loosened up a bit and took off the rest of my clothes, only leaving my boxers on at Brooke’s.

“I have a few ideas. Let me be in charge tonight?” It was nice that she asked but I just nodded subserviently, waiting to see what she had in mind.

“Good!” She was almost giddy now, like she’d been planning this for a while. “Just lay down on your stomach for now, head on our pillow and close your eyes. You look tense so I want you to be properly relaxed before we continue” As she was saying this she was absent mindedly cracking her knuckles. Her hands resembled the rest of her body, big, meaty and covered in a few veins.

“Aww, not cool, you’re going to tease me with that body then deprive me of it? I might be rethinking my decision of you being in charge” I quipped

“Very funny, thinking you had a real choice” smirking playfully “but don’t worry, the last thing I’m going to do to you tonight is deprive you of this body”
I complied and settled myself in on the bed, getting as comfortable as I could. I then felt her begin to rub her big hands and fingers across my back. She was really good, modulating her technique, pace and pressure as she went along. I let out a surprised grunt a bit as she expertly increased the force she to knead out then knots that had built up in my back from all the sitting and the stress.

“Sorry” I heard her say above me “There is a lot of built-up tension back here, so I might have to use some force”.

“No, keep going… It feels amazing.” If my eyes weren’t closed they’d have been rolling in the back of my head every time she increased the pressure. I wished I had a direct view of her forearms when she massaged away a knot. I could only imagine how they must have looked with each individual muscle dancing and bulging each time she flexed her fingers.

“It’s too bad you haven’t been able to be around much the last few days. I’ve definitely missed not being able to catch up with you”. She said about a minute later, now massaging the tension out of my traps and neck. I was about to interject and reject the feelings of guilt that seemed to be creeping in, but she continued. “We’re proud of you though, getting a PhD is a big accomplishment. You should hear Erin, she doesn’t stop talking about you.”

“Really?” I knew Erin loved me but it was nice to hear that she was thinking about me like I was thinking about her and Brooke during my time away. It made me feel a little shamed for a second that I had just assumed she’d have been too caught up in muscle lust to think about me too much, despite the texts she was sending.

“Yes, silly. The relationship you two have is admirable. I’m really lucky to have met you guys. I’ve never had what you guys do” For the first time there seemed to be vulnerability in her voice. It took me back a bit at first, since vulnerability and confidence issues were the last thing you would expect from someone as powerful looking as Brooke. We went back and forth for a few more minutes as she finished up massaging me. I assuaged the “third wheel” feelings that she was having as best I could. It was true that Erin and I had been together longer and had an unbreakable bond but all of us had developed strong feelings for each other.

“Thanks, you’re too sweet…. There, I think that should be good. Why don’t you flip over on to your back now and we can get into phase two out of three for the night.” As I flipped onto my back I made sure to steal a glance at her forearms. They were visibly pumped after working our the knots in my back and neck. Small veins were crisscrossing her corded forearms, feeding into the monster vein that snaked up the entire length of her bicep. Her forearms were immense. Easily the size of my biceps.

“Okay. The second part, is a viewer’s choice.” Her voice was taking on a real sultry tone, driving me a bit wild. “I am going to give you a little show, but I want you to pick which muscle group is going to be the star. Can you do that for me honey?”

It was honestly easier said than done to just pick one muscle group as I was spoiled for choice with Brooke. My mind initially went back to that vein feeding her massive biceps. Watching her pump her arms and hit double bicep poses was an inticing thought. Ultimately though, my gaze kept being pulled in by her wide, man-shaming chest.

I keep mentioning it but it’s just hard not to notice how wide Brooke is. Years of swimming and rowing broadened her out, even before she started hitting the weights. When we first knew Brooke, her width completely overpowered her chest. She just didn’t have enough muscle to make it look proportional back then. She must have really wanted to address that because now, even though she was much broader than before, her pecs were completely up to the job.

“If I can only pick one… your chest, definitely your chest”

“Damn, Erin was right” She said with a smirk, nonchalantly tugging her neckline down a bit with a finger, revealing the clear chasm between her meaty pecs. “We made a little wager over dinner when I told her my plan for tonight if I was awake when you got home. I said you would pick biceps, she said you would pick chest.

“Well, she knows me too well. I’d say I'm usually an ass man but how can anyone pass up a chest like that.”

“Haha, Erin said you would make a lame joke like that too after making your choice. I gave her the same option yesterday. She picked my quads, surprisingly.” Brooke continued, now feeling up her monstrous thighs a bit, probably remembering that particular worship session. “I think she liked the idea of comparing her whole body to just one of my legs. Oh, one more thing.”

And with that she winked and did something that I had completely forgot about, something she used to do when we lived together. She leaned in, causing her hair to fall over her face a bit. She sweeped it back behind her ear and tenderly kissed me on the lips. Then, with her big brown eyes locked on me, she sweetly wiggled her nose back and forth against my nose and giggled.

“Ok, enough talk” and with almost no effort whatsoever she tugged down on her neckline, not quite tearing the hem of the black top but visibly stretching and thinning out the poor straps clinging to life against her traps and shoulder. The maneuver caused the neckline of the nearly tattered top to hang several inches lower, revealing most of her glorious chest. Although it wouldn’t survive another tug, her top was surprisingly still doing its job, as her nipples were just barely covered by the warped hem.
She started with about a minute of slow and methodical pec dancing. With each pulse I could see the fibers underneath her skin ripple up and down. In what was becoming a trend, the rippling of her thick iron chest seemed to put me into another trance. Her big swollen pecs were truly a sight to behold. While she wasn’t in top on-stage shape, she was carrying very little fat on her chest. They were just two massive mounds of muscle, ceasing to fall under the classification of breasts long ago.

Then, with her arms still at her sides she rotated her shoulders forward and really started pumping up, holding each flex for a few seconds at a time. The thickness of her pecs was astounding, each one standing out several inches from her body. The muscles on her chest were standing out in every direction, encroaching up her neck and getting closer and closer to her chin with each pump.

Every time she crunched forward, the mounds of muscle smashed together against each other, creating a canyon of muscle that must have been 3 or 4 inches deep. She wasn’t putting all she could into each flex but the sustained time and repeated movements was giving her a bit of a pump. I was tempted to just put my hand into a karate chop and stick it between her meat when she crunched forward, watching as her pecs completely consumed my hand.

After her sixth flex, she grabbed my hand and placed it on her right pec. Many times in the past I had grabbed Erin’s tits, my hands completely enveloping her breasts and covering her chest from the bottom up to her collarbone. The same could not be said for Brooke. My hand was dwarfed by her pecs, taking up maybe a little bit more than half of it. Her chest was warm, the skin soft but the muscle hard as iron underneath. Then she flexed again and I felt every fiber come alive, rolling and rippling underneath my fingers and bunching up on my palm. Then she removed my hand, placing it back on my stomach, stealing a glance at the big tent in my boxers as she did.

“Time for the finale of part two”. As she was saying this she straightened her pillar-like arms out, revealing her full wingspan, and then suddenly swung them back towards her body and crunched into a heavy and mind-melding most muscular. About halfway through the flex, she let out a little breathy grunt from the exertion. She held the first flex for maybe 4 or 5 seconds, veins emerging from everywhere on her upper body and snaking down across her chest. The she flexed again. And again. And again. She held each flex for a little longer then the last, ending each flex with that sexy grunt, which was getting more and more forceful and gruff as she went along.

By the fourth flex, her whole upper body was a road map of veins. Big thick veins on her biceps, shoulders and neck fed more and more blood into her chest. It seemed like dozens of veins were snaking across her chest at the peak of each flex. They were even encroaching up like vines on her pillar-like neck.
Her chest was beet red by the end of the fifth flex and beads of sweat were starting to drip down her now blown up chest. The pump was unlike anything I’d seen before, her previously huge chest had only gotten bigger and bigger in every direction. At the peak of the sixth and final flex—which she held for over 30 seconds—she leaned her head down just slightly and was able to give her chest a little peck with her lips.

“Holy shit, I don’t think my chest has ever been this pumped before.” Her voice now had a bit of a cocky tone to it, she knew she was huge and she was relishing it. The effect all this had on me was intoxicating and I was struggling not to cum right on the spot.

My eyes were momentarily closed following that stimulus overload and I opened them to see her swooping in on me, nestling her head between my neck. She started softly kissing me on my neck, going a bit lower down my neck with each. Her body was right up against mine but not touching me yet, I could feel the heat radiating off her chest. Over the next few seconds, she kept kissing me over and over, working her way down towards my cock as she went. It was still straining against my boxers as she got there, I wasn’t sure how much longer it could take as the warmth of her body was now washing over it.

“I missed you” she said, addressing my bulge cheekily, as she stared at the tented fabric. Then she lifted her gaze from my crotch, looking me in the eye before continuing. “It’s been so long honestly; I haven’t been with any guys since you left. I guess I couldn’t ask for a better reintroduction though.”

Then she returned her attention to my waist, and grabbed the waistband of my boxers with her teeth and yanked them down. She struggled a bit to get over my cock, which had been stretched to its full 7.5 inches for a while now. As she finally managed to get my boxers down low enough, my cock sprung out and slapped her right on the cheek.
She let out a surprised laugh at that and watched as my cock twitched and pulsed for a couple seconds before returning her attention to me. She placed her chin on my chest and looked me on the eye, not saying anything for a couple seconds. Her deep measured breaths caused her pumped chest to push against the side of my ribs, threatening to move me over more and more with each breath of air.

“I neeeed you to promise me not to cum yet” She finally said, point blank. “I need you to muster up the strength to last a bit longer. Can you do that for me, sweetie? I promise you it will be worth it.” I just nodded meekly, and I truly wasn’t sure if I’d be able to fulfill her wish at this point in time. The combination of not having sex in days, being stressed out of my mind due to work, and just seeing the sexiest display I’d ever seen in my life were really taking their toll on me.

“Ok, great!” She said cheerily. “Because I’ve really been looking forward to seeing how long I can last doing this third part. After you guys left, I got the idea for this and I started incorporating movements into my workouts that would help me do it. I went out to the hardware store and bought a bunch of sand bags and loaded them into big duffle bags. Then I would just hold them up for as long as I could, as conditioning exercises at the end of some of my workouts.”

“I also incorporated more and more front squats into my workouts to really overload how much weight I can handle in that type of position. Honestly, it might have been a challenge when I was originally scheduled to come visit you guys but I’m pretty sure I can do it for much longer than you can last at this point.”
I was starting to get an idea where she was going when she suddenly lifted her head off my chest and swooped her arms underneath me and hoisted me into the air. She was holding me high up on her chest, my back and but slightly above her nipples. Her left arm was against the bottom of my butt and her right was holding up my back. My cock was right at the level of her lips, as I hung their in her tree trunk arms.

“Now, let’s set a couple ground rules okay.” She was showing no signs of strain at all as she cradled me.

“First, like I said, try to last as long as you can ok. Try to see if you can get me to struggle. Second, don’t hold on to me with our arms. I want to do it all myself. And third…. Enjoy!” And with that she dove her mouth down onto my dick and started sucking me off.

I hung there for the first minute or so as limp as I could, trying not to blow as this muscled up monster bobbed up and down. I could tell her technique was a little sloppy at first. It had been a while and she never was quite as skilled as Erin at blowjobs. I couldn’t give two shits about that at the moment though because I was levitating in the air, being held aloft by probably the most muscular women on earth. Her arm and chest muscles mashing in to me every time she bobbed up and down was threatening to make me pop any second now

She pulled her mouth away from me for just a second and said “Sorry, I know I’m being a little sloppy. I just need to get into a better rhythm.” It was mind-blowing to me that this bit of insecurity was popping up again, as she had me metaphorically wrapped around her little finger at the moment.

“Its fine” I managed to grunt out. “ Just avoid teeth and we will be A-Ok.” After about another couple minutes of her going to town on me, I reflexively reached my arm out and grabbed onto her meaty back. Causing her to pull her head back up and scold me.

“Don’t hold on to me, remember, I want to do it on my own.”

“I know” I replied “I just really wanna feel your back. I promise I won’t hold myself up at all”

She smiled at that, rolled her eyes and said “Fine” before returning back to business.

Now that I was allowed to, I started to explore her the mountainous landscape the was her upper back. Running my hands across her back, I noticed several different things at once. Her back was so immense that the side that I was feeling up was basically broken up into three parts that each made my hand look dainty in comparison: the rear part of her shoulder, pulsing with veins and muscle fibers as she held me aloft; her meaty lat jutting from her torso. It was so big and solid that it felt like a handhold you would see on a rock-climbing trail; and the third aspect of her back that I couldn’t get enough of were her big traps, extended down her back like mountains from their high perch on her neck.

The second thing that hit me was the bumpiness of her back, I hadn’t noticed it on her chest but her back definitely had some acne on it. Not that I was complaining, it was honsetly kind of a turn on to feel up the side-effects of what it took to build up all this beef. Despite the acne though her skin was still fairly smooth, it was an odd sensation. The other thing I noticed was the complete absence of bones that I could feel. Her back muscles were so thick and vast that they had entirely engulfed her scapula, shoulders and spine. No matter how much I pressed my fingers into her traps or delts all I could feel was more dense muscle, pumped and hard from holding me up for several minutes at this point.

I was getting dangerously close now, it must have been approaching five minutes. I figured I’d warn her so I let out “I’m getting close”. I then heard her moan a bit, almost sounded like she said “mmmm” as she kept lifting me up and down, increasing the pressure she was putting on my cock with her mouth.

After a couple more motions up and down, she deftly removed her mouth from around me and tensed up every muscle in her upper body, squeezing me a bit as she did so. I could feel the fibers in her chest, arms and shoulders tense and bunch up as they became more defined against my torso. Her chest in particular, which was so pumped up from her previous display, lifted me up a few more inches closer to her face.

“Cum for me, baby, cum for me. Cum for your muscle queen” and then she quickly dove back down on my cock right as I erupted into her mouth. I let out rope after rope into her mouth. The combination of the stress, not orgasming for several days, and her mind-boggling display of power and strength turned me into a geyser. It was probably the biggest load of my life. To her credit she kept sucking and sucking as I went. As I let out the final spurt, she removed me from her mouth, which was still full of my cum. Her eyes had widened in surprise at the amount that I unleased and her lips puckered up a bit as she tilted her head back a bit and swallowed.

“Good lord” She finally said after she got it all down, still cradling my limp body in her arms. “That was quite the load honey. To say you were pent up would be an understatement.” She then put me down gently onto the middle of the bed.

“That went as well as I could have hoped for" she continued as I lay exhausted on the bed, like I was the one who just did a strength challenge. "You were quite the stud lasting that long. But I think I was the bigger stud” she said winking at me after emphasizing the word stud. She wasn’t wrong. “I definitely could have held you for a lot longer. I’ll be right back, gonna go grab Erin.” As she bounded away I curled up, facing toward the opposite wall. When Brooke came back, she performed another casual display of strength as she held Erin’s sleeping body out in her outstretched arms and delicately placed her over me into a little spoon position. I cuddled up next to Erin right after Brooke deposited her. Then, I felt the bed shift greatly behind me as Brooke climbed in and cuddled her radiating body up against me in the same fashion as I was to Erin. Very soon, the big spoon, the middle spoon, and the little spoon were all peacefully dozed off.

[Jeremy Lightning]

So sexy! I love your muscle description, I really enjoyed seeing Brooke show off her body and it's power, it was really cool seeing such an open couple being outsexed by one woman, that always puts a smile on my face. I hope you continue soon! k+!

[szerep]

Absolutely love this story. keep it coming.

[Jayder]

Mostly a set up a chapter here. More on the way soon

Chapter 3

Settling In

I woke up early the next morning to the buzz of my smartphone, which functioned as my alarm. I was always up before Erin these days so a quieter alarm was the best way to ensure I didn’t wake her up too. I ever-so-carefully squeezed my way out of the Brooke and Erin sandwich that I found myself in and got ready to go in to work. All I had left was a couple days of writing, then I was in the clear. I thought about possibly working from home during but came to the quick conclusion that I would be far too distracted with Brooke around to get my work done. After showering and changing, I poured some coffee in a travel mug and poked my head in to the bedroom.

Both women were still asleep. Brooke had closed the space between her and Erin that I had occupied and was now cuddling the smaller women. If I hadn’t known Erin was there, I may not have seen her body, as Brooke’s immense body was completely blocking her from view. I turned around and left, if I stayed too much longer I might’ve needed to change my pants. The size difference between the two women was an even bigger turn on for me now than it had been when we first met Brooke. It was as if a Prius was parked next to a monster truck.

It was a relatively easier work day for me, somehow I was able to clear my mind and focus on my writing. I got so much done that I decided I had time to run home for lunch instead of eating on campus. I figured I could take over an hour at home, hopefully giving me enough time to fool around a bit with Brooke and Erin. And why not? I deserved to have some fun before returning to work, besides it would give me a little motivation to work hard through dinner.

After parking in our driveway, I hopped out of my car and ran inside, having a little bit of déjà vu remembering back to the day Brooke was first in town. I hoped for a split second if they’d be in the same position they were in on that day, only this time I wouldn’t be so shell-shocked and would have time to join in.

“I’m home” I called as I opened the door. When I walked into the house, I saw Erin sitting at the kitchen table, finishing up a sandwich. When she saw me her eyebrows raised a bit and she flashed that cute little smile of hers.

“Hey baby! I didn’t know you were coming home for lunch, I would’ve had some lunch ready for you”. She was sitting there in a blue blouse and tan pants, normal clothes for her during this time that she was working from home.

“That’s all right, I’m in no rush today. Made some really good progress on the last section this morning so I figured I’d give myself a break” I made my way across the family room, and into the kitchen where she was, giving her a quick kiss on the lips. I then went over to the counter and started making a sandwich before continuing, trying to be act as cool as possible “So… where’s Brooke?”.

My back was turned to her but I could feel her smiling self-satisfyingly at me as she saw right through my bullshit.

“O am I chopped liver all of a sudden?” She replied. Right as I was about to defend myself she giggled a bit and continued. “Reelaax, I’m just messing with you. She went out to run a few errands and get a workout in. I heard you two had quiet a good time last night though?”

“Yea… she’s fucking incredible” I finished making my sandwich and sat down next to Erin. We spent the next few minutes trading stories from my night with Brooke and Erin’s past few days with her. The things that Erin were describing started to make me hornier and hornier. It sounded like Brooke could and did do essentially anything she wanted to Erin because of how light she was. Lifting, carrying, pressing, holding her up in a myriad of positions. It sounded like she had down everything under the sun except spin Erin on her finger like a basketball, and I kinda believed she could do that too if she wanted. Erin’s descriptions were making me so horny that I eventually just lunged towards her, sticking my tongue down her throat and sliding my hands up her blouse. She returned my enthusiasm for a second before pushing her small hand against my chest.

“Slow down tiger. I’m sorry, I don’t have time for that right now. I have a meeting I have to jump on in a few minutes.”

“Well, it wouldn’t be too much longer than a few minutes but I get it. So where did Brooke go anyways? Ha, genuinely curious this time”

“It’s kinda funny actually. She said that she needed to go establish a few relationships around here. She headed over to the tailor first. It’s impossible for her to get properly fitted clothes off the rack now, unsurprisingly. No normal tops can comfortably fit across her shoulders, and anything even close to big enough is way to baggy around the waist. And I don’t think she has any chance at all with pants, unless they are majorly adjusted. She’s just been wearing big men’s tanktops and shorts or leggings around the house.” Then she let out a smile and looked down guiltily. “You know… when she is wearing anything at all”

“After that, I think she was gonna head over to Dick’s Sporting Goods to get some more equipment for the home gym. There isn’t enough weight in there for her to get anything but a light pump, at least that’s what she was saying.” This I definitely didn’t doubt. We had a small home gym setup, with a decent barbell, a bench and an adjustable power rack. I just hadn’t really been using it lately and hadn’t gotten to the point where I really needed more than the 225 pounds that I had.
Then Erin, who was now over by the sink washing off the plate she was using for lunch, continued explaining what Brooke was up to. “Then the last place she is headed, before the gym, is a pretty funny story.” She said with a chuckle.

“We set up a Tinder account for her yesterday and added those pictures we sent to you of her tricep and chest. Then in the profile, she just put that she was looking for ‘A different kind of hookup’ followed by that syringe emoji. She got like three matches right away from some meatheads, so I think she was going to pick up some stuff from one of em before working out.”

“Ha, are you kidding? I guess she must not have really been able to take anything with her on the plane. Is she trying to get bigger?”

“Hmmm, I think so. She seems pretty enthralled with her body, and with the reactions she gets, especially from us.” She had finished up washing and drying her dishes and made her way back over to me. “I gotta go hop on that call, I’ll see you for dinner?” Then she gave me another kiss and made her way towards the office.

“Yep, I think I’ll be able to get back home at a reasonable hour tonight.”

Thankfully, I was able to hold myself to those words and get home for dinner that night. When I walked through the door, I could hear the girls laughing in the kitchen. The whole house smelled wonderful; a cajun-spice aroma was in the air.

“…yea he had so much gear in his trunk, and he gave me the pick of the litter. It felt a bit shady cuz we were just like sitting there in a parking lot behind the CVS.” I could hear Brooke’s voice coming from the kitchen, she must have been telling Erin about her “errands”.

“Hey babe! Brooke was just telling me about her day. We are just about done cooking, made some blackened chicken with that southwest rice that I make. And Brooke made cornbread and mixed veggies.”

“Damn, that smells good. Well don’t let me interrupt your conversation, sounded like it was just getting interesting.” I called back before heading over to the kitchen and giving them both a kiss hello. Then I started grabbing plates to set the table while Brooke continued.

“Yea, this guy from a couple towns over messaged me this morning so I drove over there to do a little shopping to replenish my wares.” There was still some innuendo and coyness in her voice as she danced around the topic, but I was genuinely full of questions to what she was on so I pressed a bit.

“What did you buy… I mean I know what you bought but… you know, specifically?”

“Aren’t you a curious one? Well, a woman never tells… right? Let’s just say I’ve had to jump to the harder stuff and up the doses a bit… But don’t be concerned, I’ve really learned a lot about the “stuff” over the past couple years and I’ve seemed to found a mixture that minimizes the side effects a bit but keeps me packing on the pounds.” And with that she casually flexed her right bicep and twisted her wrist. A massive ball of muscle exploded out and up from her arm, pushing up against her forearm. She smiled a bit as she relinquished the flex.

“Any other questions from the peanut gallery?” She asked me, tossing me a playful wink. My eyebrows were stuck at the top of my forehead after that mere glimpse as I slowly shook my head.

“Was he bigger than you?” Erin quickly blurted out, bullying her way back into the conversation.

Brooke chuckled and rolled her eyes a bit, before turning her mountainous back to us as she took the chicken off the stove and placed it over a heaping mound of rice.
“You two are tooo much…” Letting out a little sigh, turning to us with the big plate of food in one hand. The plate must have been pretty heavy but she easily held it, her forearm bulging out in response to the challenge.

“Hmmm, well he’s a few inches shorter than me so overall I definitely look bigger. He’s pretty big though, he was telling me he does local amateur shows. He said he’s only two weeks out from a competition so he was leaner than me for sure.” She seemed lost in thought for a second, probably thinking back to her meeting. Then she continued in a sultry voice. “But yes sweety, to answer your question, and to fuel your fantasy: I’m bigger and more muscular than my bodybuilding steroid dealer. Now let’s eat before the food gets cold, roids alone aren’t enough to keep this body growing.”

At first I didn’t think there was anyway the three of us would finish the amount of food that the two of them made, it must have been a six-pound package of chicken and many many cups of Erin’s rice. But Brooke was a machine, going for her third plate before Erin and I finished our first. I had seen youtube videos with strongmen and bodybuilders describe how eating was almost their main job and I could see that reflected in Brooke. She attacked her food with intentionality, as she listened to Erin and I talk about our days. Midway through her third plate of food, Brooke’s head was down, her attention on her plate as I glanced over at Erin. She caught my eye and bit her lower lip a bit, as she watched Brooke mow down the food in front of her. Brooke’s arms would bunch and bulge bringing the food to her mouth as she shoveled down bite after bite. Even her jaw looked thick and muscular, but I suppose the constant meals she was consuming might be giving her jaw gains as well. I never imagined that watching someone eat could be erotic.

After dinner the three of us did the dishes and settled down on the couch to watch a movie for the night. After about twenty minutes of searching around we finally settled on a new action-adventure movie that was one of those new releases that was streaming while it was also in theaters. I got up to flip the lights off as the movie started and cuddled up next to Brooke. Erin wasn’t quite sure where she wanted to sit so she finally decided just to lay across the two of us her head in my lap for most of the movie. About an hour and a half in to the movie, right when it was getting into its final phase, we heard a soft sound from Brooke. She had fallen asleep, her head lolled back on the cushion. Erin looked up at me and smiled sweetly, looking over at Brooke. When the movie ended our muscle-bound lover was in an even deeper sleep.

“I think it’s time for bed, should we wake her up?” I whispered to Erin.

“No, just let her sleep here, I think she hasn’t really been sleeping all that well. Still getting over the jet lag I guess” Erin replied, sweeping Brooke’s hair out of her eyes while watching her sleep.

“All right that’s fine with me, but.. I mean, she did go and grab you from the couch last night and carry you to bed. Maybe you should return the favor?” I said, with a wry smile. Erin laughed and playfully punched my shoulder.

“Very funny mister. I don’t know if I could even carry one of her arms.”

Erin and I then made our way to the bedroom. Once in bed we cuddled up. We were both pretty tired, otherwise we probably would have had a little fun before bed. Right as I was about to fall asleep, I felt her move a bit.

“Are you up still?” She whispered. I responded with a quiet confirmation.

“Ok good, I almost forgot I have a surprise for you. A graduation present.”

“Yea? When do I get it?”

“I want to tell you now, since it is only a few days away.” She was fully awake now, and had rolled on her stomach supporting her up a bit with her elbows. “I was waiting to tell you because I wanted to make sure I got the time off, but I booked us a one week celebratory vacation down in Key West. And even better, I rented a boat for the whole week! Isn’t that awesome!”

“What?!?! Are you serious, that’s amazing babe! Best gift ever.” I leaned in and kissed her deeply, as awake as she was now from the news. Erin came from a very wealthy family and when she was younger her father taught her how to sail and captain different types of boats. Erin had even taught me the ropes on several occasions so I would make a viable first mate. She gave me a few more details about the idea and the different places around the Caribbean and the Keys that she was planning on taking us. Her dad had recently bought an 80-foot yacht that he kept at port in the Keys and he was allowing her to captain it around the gulf for a week.

We were both so excited now that sleep was no longer a barrier. I started kissing her passionately, while we started to tear each other’s clothes off. Before I knew it I was on top of her tight little body, thrusting in and out as she kissed my neck and clawed at my back. Right as we finished we heard heavy thumps against the floor and turned towards the door.

Brooke’s hulking figure was standing in the doorway, if we didn’t have 36” doors she probably wouldn’t have fit in the frame. “Aww, you guys didn’t let me in on the fun” She yawned out, her eyes half close and her body swaying a bit from the sleepiness.

“Sorry girl, we didn't wanna wake you and it kinda just happened pretty quickly” Erin said sheepishly. “Besides, we didn’t want you accidentally falling asleep on top of us and crushing us.”

Brooke chuckled a bit and climbed into bed, pulling the covers over her body before replying with another yawn “I guess that’s fair.” Then the titanic muscle woman turned her body toward us and passed out again.

[fitgirlfanguy]

Great stuff so far!  Looking forward to future chapters!

[Japagreipe]

It's such a sweet story. I really like the dynamic and the way they seem to care for each other. Here's hoping that the relationships last... and even GROW  .

[Jayder]

Chapter 4- Graduation Present
Part 1 (part 2 coming very soon)

The next week flew by instantly. I defended my dissertation, culminating an arduous five-year journey. I was ecstatic and proud, as were Erin and Brooke. I got the congratulatory handshake from my advisor and it all started to set in. The girls both watched the presentation, which was available for people on online. At my insistence we just stayed in to celebrate. There would be plenty of time to hit up restaurants when we were on our trip. I just wanted to get a ton of takeout food and drink a few bottles of wine.

Even outside of my stuff, there was so much going on that week. Brooke got the rest of her weights delivered and had been pumping iron every morning. She was also transitioning her work over to the states, now that she would be living with us. I wasn’t even all that sure what she actually did, some logistical work for a company back in Germany. It was all online though so her company was fine with her working from the states as long she got her work done.

Erin was busy with work during the day and figuring out all of the details for the boat trip during the evenings. With three days to go though she had everything planned and setup for when we flew down. We also had begun looking at houses, and lined up a few to go visit once we returned from our vacation. We were planning on moving to the outskirts of the nearby city, as I had accepted a job at a biotech company located in the city. Brooke would be living with us for good now and between the three of us we earned enough to afford a decent house. It would be nice to have the extra space. Brooke and Erin could have their own offices and we’d have a basement or garage to set up a big home gym for Brooke. She was really into training strongman type movements for strength and conditioning and so enough space to do that was a godsend for her.
Oh, and we were having some fun together too. Almost every night we would mess around before going to bed. Brooke usually started it off by flexing or performing some type of mundane-for-her feat of strength using Erin’s body. Then we would all have our turns with each other and end the night in each other’s arms.

We were all set to leave for Florida the next day. I had gotten up a little earlier than I had the past couple days so I decided to make a nice breakfast for the two working ladies. It was early, about 6:45, but I was surprised to Brooke still asleep. Usually, she was working out at this time. Since the gym doubled as the office, Brooke had been making sure to finish her workout before Erin started working each morning. I didn’t think too much of the sleeping giant, probably just a rest day for her. She was meticulous with her training so this must have been in the plan. Erin got up right after me and jumped in the shower as I started cooking.

When it was just Erin and I, I would make a pot of coffee, a couple English muffins and maybe four or five scrambled eggs for both of us, but I knew that wouldn’t cut it for Brooke. We had been making so many trips to the grocery store this past week. Brooke had initially been bashful about the quantity of food she needed to continue gaining weight, offering to just shop and cook for herself, but Erin and I would have none of that. I still made the pot of coffee but I decided to up the food amount and made a couple pounds of breakfast potatoes, a pound of bacon, eight sausage patties, a few English muffins, and 16 eggs.

Erin and I had just started eating our breakfast when Brooke came in to the kitchen. Deciding to avoid any awkwardness about her taking the rest of the food, I just piled it all onto a big plate for her and had it under some foil so it didn’t get cold. I had a mouthful of food in so I just gestured toward the food and she grabbed it and a cup of coffee before sitting down next to us. She then started attacking her food with the same enthusiasm that we had come to expect.

I was finishing up explaining to Erin, and now Brooke, that I’d be out of the house all afternoon. I had to return some keys and files and say goodbye to some people on campus.

“No workout this morning?” I implored, as she came up from her plate for a breath and took a swig of her coffee. She started smiling after I asked. A big mischievous sort of smile and excitedly wiggled her shoulders and upper body back and forth a bit, the chair creaking under her from the sudden shift of her bulk.

“I actually have a little something planned. A... sort of graduation present and thank you to both of you for accepting me in with open arms the past week.” We both were about to pipe up and say something, about how she didn’t need to get anything for us, but she interrupted and continued on.

“Shush, I don’t want to hear it. You two are going to love it. I got to thinking, I’m only really going to be able to do limited workouts on the boat so I figured it would be best to do a really intense full body workout today. I have the amount of weight I need now to really push myself today, then I can rest a little easier during the trip.” She seemed to be getting really excited, like a teenage girl planning a trip to the mall.

“Anyway, my plan is to take the afternoon off from work and juust crush my full body workout. It’ll be multiple days crammed in to one so it will probably take me like five hours, maybe even a little longer, which will be perfect because I’ll probably finish up right around when you get home from campus, and when you get off of work.” She said as she pointed her pinky at me and her index finger at Erin with one hand, and stuffed an egg and bacon stuffed English muffin into her mouth with the other.

“Then…” She said with a bit of food in her mouth, pausing to swallow before continuing. “Then… we do a little measuring” putting a little emphasis on the last word while she cocked her head to the side and raised her eyebrows up. “I’ll have a crazy pump and I bet you guys are curious. Plus, I have a bit of a twist on top of that, but that’ll be revealed in the moment. So whaddya guys think?”

“I changed my mind. I am totally ok with you giving us a gift, Brooke.” Erin finally said in a trancelike manner, breaking our shell-shocked silence, as I mumbled something about how fantastic her plan sounded.

“Awesome! I can’t wait, I’m going to have to try and get the best fucking pump I can. I haven’t measured in a while so I’m actually a bit curious myself. Thank you for breakfast, it was amazing, I gotta go get a start on my work so I can get enough done before lunch.” And with that she popped out of her seat and strode off toward the small table that she’d been using in our bedroom as a desk.

“Well, I can’t fucking wait for that” I said to Erin with a laugh before getting up myself to go hop in the shower.

I spent most of the morning packing up stuff for the trip, then headed off around noon to catch lunch with some friends before going to campus. By the time I got back to the house it was a little bit after five. I could hear metal clanking when I entered the door, and knew that the marathon workout must still be going on. I didn’t immediately see Erin, I thought maybe she would be working in the kitchen since the office/gym was occupied. I headed toward the bedroom and saw Erin camped out on the floor with her computer, right outside the closed office/gym door. She was sitting with her legs folded, leaning against the door and seemed to be listening in. One hand was on her laptop keyboard but the other one was tucked underneath, slowly rubbing herself up and down to the sounds coming from behind the door.

“Hey baby, how are you? Ugghh… she wouldn’t let me watch.” Pouting cutely as she spoke, then throwing her head back a bit, her eyes rolling back as a quiet moan brushed over her soft lips. “She’s been grunting and moaning in there for hours. It’s driving me craaazy.”

I stood there for a few minutes, listening to the sounds of the rattling iron plates and the powerful grunts being let out by Brooke. Erin was right, there was something deeply erotic about just hearing the sounds coming from behind that door. I could even smell the sweat and musk emanating from the room. I sidled up next to Erin, my hand on her mid-thigh. By now she had moved her computer off her lap. I was watching her while also listening and imaging what was happening behind the door. There was a brief break before the sounds of the weights continued, only this time they were louder and it was clear they were crashing into the floor. We would hear a light grunt, a slight pause, and then the crash of the weights. I surmised from the pattern of sounds that she was deadlifting. After probably ten reps there was another break, the only sounds coming from behind the door was a slight rattling, she was adding more weight.

During the break, Erin moved her hand from her groin to mine, slowly massaging my already excited cock, getting me pretty damn hard. I returned the favor, staring at her cute face as the crashing of plates started again, louder and more forceful against the ground than last set. Erin was quite the looker, beautiful tanned skin to match her long blonde hair, big beautiful blue eyes and that cute little nose. I really loved how she looked when she was turned on, and now was no exception. Her eyes were closed, her head was tilted back and up a bit and she was lightly biting her lower lip. Her face scrunched up and quivered a bit every time the weights crashed down, waves of pleasure coursing through her. The sounds subsided, meaning the set must be over.

Erin opened her eyes, breathing very heavily now, her small breasts rising up and down at a quickening pace. She was staring me right in the eyes, saying nothing. We heard the soft rattling of more weights being added. Knowing that Brooke was about to lift even more weight than whatever amount was making those loud crashing noises set things over the edge as we both lunged towards each other, making out passionately. Still on the ground, we quickly pulled off each other’s shirts and slid the rest of our clothes off. By the time Brooke started lifting again I was on top of Erin, slowly thrusting in and out, one hand cupping one of her small breasts. Hearing Brooke’s grunts and the sounds of the weights encouraged me to pickup the pace a bit, and I even tried to time it out a bit, making sure to thrust harder when the weights crashed down. After 8 reps this time the familiar silence washed over the house, as I slowed down a bit.

We were both trying not to make any noise as we held our breath in anticipation, eagerly awaiting whether there would be another set. After a painfully long couple minutes, I was getting pretty close during the wait, we heard the rattling of weights being added to the bar. Both of our eyes shot open a bit wider at this, as I quickened my pace again. We could now hear her breathing sharpley, pacing around the room and hyping herself up a bit.

“Come on… you got this… you're a fucking tank, you got this.” She was repeating herself under her breath, her voice raspier then normal from the exertion and the forcefulness of her breathing. She then let out a guttural grunt, originating from deep inside her meaty chest, then we could hear the bar rattle around a bit. A second later, a deep “hmmpph” noise came out from the room followed by a forceful grunt as we both were picturing our muscular behemoth fighting against what must have been hundreds of pounds of iron. Erin and I both were really close to orgasming as I continued to fuck her, harder and faster. Lost in lust, we both were startled as the weight came crashing down to the ground, shaking the floor underneath us. Then a moment later, the same “hmmpph” and grunt combo hit our eardrums, followed by the startling crash that we were now prepared for. Then it happened again. And again. Right before the 5th rep, I felt Erin grip my forearm tightly, a telltale sign that she was about to orgasm. Perfect timing to as I felt about ready to burst. We then heard Brooke breath out a sharp “Lets Fucking Go” before letting out a guttural, loud grunt as the weights ascended yet again. Brooke continued the breathy grunt for the duration, emphasizing it loudly at the end of the rep just at the moment that we both orgasmed together and I shot my load into Erin’s tight pussy.

Erin and I were both still in Nirvana, cuddling nakedly against each other as we heard Brooke speak softly to herself from inside the room. “God damn, I’m fucking pumped” clearly admiring herself in the mirror. Her footsteps then stamped against the ground again, getting a bit louder before we heard the doorknob turn and the door swing open.
Erin and I lifted our gazes up and towards the doorway to see the results of the grueling hours long workout that Brooke put herself through. She stood in the doorway at a slight angle so she could properly fit, her left hand balled into a fist and planted firmly on her hip. She was indescribably large, sporting an unbelievable pump, her muscles were consuming her frame. The black sports bra was completely drenched in sweat, the threads fraying as it clung to life against her washing machine of a chest. Her long brown hair was damp as it cascaded down her beef, reaching down to her lower back. Her painted on red booty shorts were being pushed up her tree trunk thighs, bunching up almost near her hips and revealing her legs in all their pumped glory. Every muscle in her body seemed to be standing out further, larger and fuller than this morning. I was certain that I had never seen another human being look as massively muscular this close up before in my life. Veins covered her whole body, and random muscle groups seemed to just involuntarily as she looked down at us, tilting her head a bit with a look of slight exasperation drawn across her face.

“Really?” She said, still breathing heavy, her chest moving up and out as she took an aggressive swig from her water bottle. “Y’all horndogs couldn’t even wait for me to finish before starting, huh?” Despite the sass dripping from her voice, she clearly enjoyed the effect that she had on us.

“Well… follow me so I can give you the actual gift.” She said, as she stepped over us and strode toward the bathroom, her majestic ass swaying a bit as she went. She was even forced to waddle a bit as her immense thighs pushed against each other.

“Come on. I would have us wait a bit before starting since y’all just blew your loads, buuut, considering how I look at the moment, I don’t think we will have to worry too much about getting you going again.” She called to us over her shoulder as she went through the door.

Erin and I nearly fell over clambering against each other to get to our feet and raced toward the bathroom.

[ArkhamAsylum]

This keeps getting better and better. Awesome job.

[Wookey]

K+ loving the story

[Jayder]

Chapter 4 part 2

Our bathroom was pretty nice, with tiled floors, a walk-in shower, his and her’s sinks, and a small closet. When Erin and I got in there, Brooke had one arm in the closet, with the other gripping the side of the door frame. The closet door was narrow, probably 20 inches wide, plenty wide for Erin and I to fit in the frame comfortably if needed, but Brooke was much too broad to fit neatly in the frame. She grabbed what she needed from the closet, placing a tape measure, a dry erase board, a marker, and a scale on the floor. Her back was to us as she fiddled with the items a bit, her tectonic muscle shifting and bunching as she made tiny movements. One last turn of her wrist caused her back to explode and ripple as if an earthquake struck it. The muscle fissure rolled from her spine, through her traps and ended in a tidal wave of beef, her lats expanding even farther out from her body.

She turned around and beamed a seductive smile at us, raising her eyebrows as she surveyed our naked bodies. “Well, I forgive you two for starting early. Though, because of your escapades it seems like I am dressed a bit too modestly for the present company.” And with that she draped a meaty arm over her opposite shoulder and armpit, trying desperately to pull her top off. Her biceps, shoulders and lats were way too big and pumped for her to get close to succeeding and after a few moments of futile struggling she finally gave up with an exasperated sigh. I was going to tell her to try pulling from the front but watching this perfect specimen struggle with taking her frayed top off was erotic as hell.

“Ugghh… hello? Stop watching me flop around and help me take this damn thing off please.” There was a bit of annoyance in her voice because she had to rely on somebody else to help but there was also an undertone of pride. Erin was closer to her so she got to Brooke before me and started pulling off the sweat drenched top. She was struggling a bit because of how tight it was and then soon realized she wasn’t going to be able to get it over Brooke’s head because of how tall she was.

“How’s it going back there, little one?”

“I’m sorry, this is tough, Darren come help me. Brooke bend down so I can get it over your head, jeez my arms are sore already.”

We pulled the garment off Brooke, and I noticed she had a few marks on her back, shoulders and chest where the edges and straps had been pulled so tightly against her pumped upper body. She turned around and faced us, her chest now free from its fabric prison. Two hard nipples poked out from the slabs of beef that were her pecs. She seductively cocked her hip to the side, bent over a bit at the waist and unfurled the measuring tape in her right hand.

“Holy shit you guys, I’ve never felt this big before, it’s insane… lets get going before this pump fades” She was blushing a bit now, lusting over her own body. "All right, we are going to play a game. I’ll explain the rules in one sec...” and she grabbed the dry erase board and wrote: E, D, E+D, and B across the top. Then she wrote W, T, S, A, and Wt up and down on the left side. It was beginning to dawn on me what her gift was.

“The little lady is up first. The first round isn’t part of the real game but I thought it would be fun to measure. ‘W’ stands for waist, so let’s see what you got.”

Brooke, with the tape in her hands, pulled Erin in for a hug, mashing the smaller girl into her big powerful chest. Erin stuck her head in between Brooke’s titanic pecs before the bigger girl pulled away, now with the tape measure pulled around Erin’s tight little midsection. Going down on one knee to read the tape, Brooke announced that Erin’s waist was 22.5”.

“Well, if the competition is who has the smallest waist then I’m going to win this one easily.” Erin said with a cute giggle.

“That’s impressive girl, it is even smaller than I thought.” She was staring at Erin's dainty waist like it was a steak dinner as Erin did a little twirl. Brooke then moved towards me, wrapping the tape around me and looking at the number.

“Hmmmm, looks like you are 30 inches hon, not bad.”

“Sounds about right”. Then she handed me the tape and I wrapped it around her thick torso. I couldn’t tell what she was going to measure at but it looked like there was no way I was going to be smaller than her. The rest of her body seemed so large in comparison to her waist that it made it seem thinner than mine for sure. I was a bit shocked when I read out that she was out at 31 inches. As she heard that she wrote down all of our numbers on the make-shift table she drew on the

“I figured that I would be the biggest in this one, but I’m also pretty damn sure it will be the last measurement where I had a chance at getting second.” She said with a cheeky grin and a wink. Then she clapped her hands, making a loud noise that startled Erin and me a bit. “Ok let’s keep going, the exciting ones are next. T stands for thigh, so let’s measures those wheels you two!” She was practically giddy over all this. She wrapped the tape around Erin’s leg, hardly any muscle clung to her thin thighs.

“Ok, that is 16 for Erin” a few moments went by as she wrapped it around mine “aaannnd… only 20 for you Darren.” She then wrote our numbers under E and D, then under E+D she wrote 36. “This is the real competition; we are comparing my measurements to the combined measurements of you two. I doubt these big hams are quite 36 inches so this one is more of a free win for you two, but we’ll see how good of fight I can put up.”

Erin then grabbed the tape and pulled it around the redwood that Brooke called her right legs. Brooke hypnotically shook her leg back and fourth a bit, dozens of pounds of beef swinging back and forth from her leg. Then she snapped it into a massive flex, each quadricep muscle bulging out against her thin skin, veins spidering all over her quad.

“Holy, shit, twenty-nine and three quarters. That’s sooo much bigger than us. I mean, it’s almost as big as your waist, that’s insane Brooke.”

“Hmmm, damn, I’ll have to wait a bit longer till I get to 30. Slightly disappointing but that’s one point for you two and zero points for me. Next up is shoulder width, stand up straight and I’ll measure you shoulder-to-shoulder from the outside”

Erin and I were both pretty thin but I was kind of confident going in to this one, Brooke was unbelievably wide but I doubted she was wider than two grown adults. After measuring both Erin and I, Brooke recorded our numbers: 13.5 for Erin and 17 for me, for a combined 30.5.

Brooke frowned a bit as she wrote the numbers. “Ha, I haven’t totally thought all this through I guess. I’m pretty damn big but being bigger than two people may have been more harder than I thought…. Welll… I’m gonna cheat a little on this one.” And then she handed me the tape, straightned herself up as much as she could and blew her shoulders out into a mindblowing lat spread. Her delts pumped outwards and resembled those personal watermelons, being pushed out further and further from her torso by her thick bunched up back muscles. “Hurry up” She barked between breaths as she held her titanic flex. I lifted my trembling hands up, brushing against her diamond hard veiny delts, feeling the big fibers underneath her skin.

“Tw.. twenty nine inches flat.” I said, my voice almost trembling as much as my hands. “Jesus that’s wide…. but I guess we win this one too.”
Brooke was frowning again, looking quite disappointed. “I’m sorry guys. I was hoping to put up a better fight in this competition. I think I have a better shot though with these next ones.” Then she started to pump her titanic arms up and down a bit, hoping to revive the pump.

“Arms are next, lets see what our guns measure in at.” She winked before going over to Erin. Instead of wrapping the tape around Erins upper arm, she instead took her big hand and wrapped it around Erin’s tiny little bicep, completely encircling the smaller girl’s arm. Then she giggled a bit and smirked again, before removing her hand and replacing it with the tape.

“Mmmmm…” She purred, like a tigress, closing her eyes and smiling a very self-satisfying smile. Then she laughed again before continuing. “That would beee… 8 inches… I’m not sure that’s gonna be enough ground for you to make up big boy” and she looked over towards me before wrapping the tape around my arm as I flexed my pathetic excuse of a bicep. I really needed to start working out again. Brooke smiled again as she looked down at the tape, and without saying anything she wrote down Erin’s number on the board and wrote down 12 under my number.

“Soooo, I have to beat 20 inches. Well… I measured my arms a few months ago and they were just under 20 so maaaybe you guys have a chance….” She winked again and seemed to be pouring back on the sarcasm at this point, her confidence bordering on cockiness for this next measurement. She didn’t believe we had a chance. Then her smile disappeared, replaced by a clenched jaw as she handed me the tape, lifted up her gargantuan arm into a ninety-degree angle, her bicep already sliding up into a massive softball sized muscle without even flexing. I gulped, definitely nervous about this one, when she cocked her wrist slowly to the side while pouring everything she had into her arm.

Her arm detonated into a massive flex, veins snaking their way all over her arms. The thick vein that traversed her bicep was bunched up and wriggled against her gargantuan peak. It arched up towards the ceiling, a thick ball of muscle protruding out of her arm. It rose to the level of her eyes as she stared hungrily at the bunched-up peak. I was behind the behemoth and the view was breathtaking. Her biceps, triceps, and even her delt were so big and pumped that they mashed up against each other, even on her long limb. The back of her bicep looked like a mountain range, with valleys running between the different muscle groups on her arm. The mountain range peaked up at the top in a big balled-up bicep head that alone looked bigger than my both of my fists put together. I put the tape measure around all that meat, and tried to adjust it so that it was over the very largest part of the arm.

“Twenty one and th… th… three quarters…” I stammered out, an unbelievable number on any person, let alone a women. Brook furrowed her brow, and slightly adjusted the tape so that it was straight and over the very largest part of her peak.

“Holy shit, it’s twenty-two inches… that’s unbelievable Brooke… is this the biggest bicep ever on a woman? It’s bigger than my leg, for fuck’s sake.” I was already incredibly turned on during the last several minutes but the bicep measurement really was pushing me to the edge. For some reason it really put into perspective how massive she had become. Obviously, I was seeing her up close and personal, so I could tell she was outrageously muscular and looked bigger than any women I’d seen online but there was something about seeing the number that made it feel different.

She smiled her self-satisfying smile again, clearly happy that she won this particular head-to-head competition. “It is the biggest bicep on a women, good guess. I was close last time I measured to the record and I think I blew it out of the water with this one, I am still pumped but I did biceps pretty early on so I’m sure its still around 21 cold…”
“But yea… its way bigger than your leg baby. I’m sure it’s stronger than your little toothpicks too” And she pumped her massive arm up and down again, staring at it and biting her lower lip a bit as she did, her attention fully on her meaty arm.

“It’s… it’s almost as big as my waist…” Erin said, she seemed to be in a trance as well, her words trailing off as she said. It was hard to believe these two women were part of the same gender, or species. One was petite with a girlish figure, the other massive and blocky with wide shoulders and hips. Both women were feminine in their own ways though. Despite the steroids and freakish mass, Brooke had retained her feminine charm, her thick mane of brown hair, and outside of a slightly more pronounced jawline and harder cheek bones her looks were still soft and pretty.

“I know, babe. I guess that will have to be my next goal. Gotta beef these babies up a bit more. It would be really cool if my arm was as big as your whole torso now that I think about it.” Brooke was staring at her own arm again, she definitely loved how she looked at all times but watching her own arm roll up into a pumped ball of steel and veins after hearing Erin and I talk about how big it was really turned her on.

“Let’s finish up this last measurement or else all three of us might cum if I keep flexing these monsters” Then she shook out her arm and returned it to her side before. “Ok, so the score is 2-1 in your guys’ favor, with one measurement to go. ‘Wt’ is probably pretty obvious… we are going to see if I weigh more than both of you combined.”
She definitely looked bigger and heavier than the two of us combined but looks could be deceiving, as we learned with the first two measurements. I was trying to do quick calculations in my head to see how Erin and I would stack up. I had always hovered around 160 since high school but it had been a while since I’d weighed myself. I had fallen off the exercise wagon since the beginning of the pandemic and wasn’t eating quite as much so I probably lost a couple pounds. Erin was truly tiny, only 5 feet tall with a small frame, and I knew in the past she had struggled to break triple digits. As I was pondering our chances, Brooke strode over to Erin, planted her hands under Erin’s armpits. She then hoisted her a foot up in the air at arm’s length and carried her over to the scale like she was putting a casserole pan in the oven.

“All right, you are up first little lady. Now let’s see…” And she deposited Erin onto the scale, waiting eagerly for the scale to stabilize. I held my breath a bit, it probably isn’t a normal thought for a boyfriend to have but I was really hoping Erin had gained some weight. I was really hoping she’d be around 105-110, that’d probably give us the victory. Brooke moved her massive body directly behind Erin to get a better view, completely eclipsing the smaller girl, obscuring Erin and the scale from my view. Brooke then let out a small moan and planted a kiss on top of Erin’s head, before turning around to give me a cocky smirk.

“That would be 101 pounds for team Erin and Darren. So, you think you can make up the rest of the ground big boy. You are looking a lot skinnier than you were a couple years ago, and I am definitely not skinnier.”

I took a deep breath, getting a bit harder every time Brooke would act confident and arrogant. “Welp, let’s see, shall we. Can I have a ride to the scale like Erin?”
“Nah you can walk” And she stuck her tongue out at me. “I’ll give you a different type of ride later on.” This caused Erin to let out a small laugh, before Brooke continued. “Announce your number out loud once you see it, I’ll write down the total on the board.” I then walked over to the scale and stepped, waiting nervously for the number to pop up. I wasn’t even really sure what I wanted the results to be. On one hand I was competitive and was the man here, so having her outweigh both of us felt a little emasculating. On the other hand it would be pretty damn sexy if Brooke was over 100 pounds heavier than me.

“Shit” I said, after seeing the number pop up. “142 pounds for me”

“Ughh, really? Damn baby you lost a lot of weight, she might beat us now.” Erin had that same indecisiveness in her voice that I had in my mind, deep down she was probably hoping Brooke would win too.

“Hmmm, so that is 243 pounds…. Well the good news for you is that I don’t think there are any female bodybuilders that weigh 243 pounds, without being at a much higher bodyfat than I am.” The sarcasm was back in her voice as she tried to give us some “words of encouragement”. Brooke then strode confidently toward the scale, shoulders back with her naked sweaty chest puffed out. Erin walked over by me, placing her hand on my cock and rubbing it a bit mindlessly as she watched Brooke’s muscle stuffed back swagger by.

As she stepped on to the scale there was a loud creak of plastic, followed by a sharp snap. It was an old and kind of crappy scale. I actually kind of think Brooke went and purchased the shittiest one she could at Goodwill in the hopes that she would turn it to rubble. Surprisingly, it held up and after a few seconds Brooke let out a breathy laugh through her nose that turned into a bit of a snort as she saw the number.

“Erin honey… come over here and read the number out loud please.” She drawled out, acting as innocent and sweet as she could. Erin made her way over to Brooke as if she was being pulled by an invisible rope. “No. Go around the otherside. I want Darren to see your face.” As she made her way around Brooke like a dingy going around a barge, I saw her eye brows shoot up, her eyes go wide and her mouth drop open a bit as she read the number.

“Two hundred and fifty-five pounds” She said, stunned as she repeated the number “Two hundred and fifty-five pounds. That’s 12 pounds more than us; we aren’t even close. I thought we’d at be least close!” Erin wasn’t hiding her excitement, and neither was my dick as I returned to being as hard as I was earlier. Knowing Brooke outweighed me by over 110 pounds was turning me on like crazy.

“Brooke, that’s unbelievable. You’ve gained almost 100 pounds of muscle since we met you. You are like the size of a male bodybuilder now.”

“Yea, some of them I’m definitely as big as I guess. The real big guys still outweigh me by 30 pounds or more when they are in the same type of “off-season” shape that I’m in. And a lot of them are shorter than me. So, I need to add some more muscle to my girly little frame if I want to be like the big boys.”

She was pulling up her hair into a big bun on the top of her head now, her meaty red chest bulging out and bunching up against her chin, her stiff nipples still standing at attention. She was now staring hungrily at my stiff cock and licking her lips. She still had her tight workout shorts on and though the were soaked with sweat earlier there was a fresh wetness forming in the last few minutes.

“Well, it seems like we tied” Erin said, she had always been competitive but she probably also wanted to see the beast in action again or to do another comparison.

“Yea, I was kind of anticipating that, though I was hoping I would win. To solve that, though, I ‘came’ up with a little tiebreaker.” And she laughed a bit, like she had some inside joke with herself. “I think we should do an orgasm-off.”

“A what” Erin and I both said at exactly the same time. Brooke laughed melodically again.

“An orgasm-off! It’ll be a competition between the three of us.” She was excited now, ready to explain whatever she had in mind. “We are all suuper horny right now so it is simple. I will try to get Darren to cum before Erin can get me to cum. And whoever gets the other one to cum first gets and extra point and wins the competition. Deal?”

“Fuck yea” Erin blurted out.

“I mean I’m probably fucked here but sure, lets do it. I’m usually pretty good at lasting for a while.” My response was a little more tepid than Erin’s but I was hoping that the both of us would provide enough stimulus to win this. Erin was a champ when it came to oral, at least with a dick in her mouth. Plus, Brooke had a nice sized clit now from the gear so Erin would have something to work with. We had this in the bag… right?.

The girls were discussing the proper set up so that this would all work well, while I was taking a few deep breaths to try and calm my erection before we started.
“I think that’s the best set up: Darren laying down on his back, Brooke on all fours next to him and me sidling up on the ground underneath her.” It was kinda funny how serious this was being taken but I was again a little bit nervous, wanting to last longer than Brooke would. I was usually able to last a decent while whenever Brooke or Erin gave me head and I did just fuck Erin before this so at least I had that going for me. I also had an ace up my sleeve. I saw how turned-on Brooke was earlier from her own muscles and from how much bigger she was than us so I figured I could try to use that against her to get her to finish faster.

Then everyone got into position, me laying down butt ass naked on the cold floor. Brooke crouched next to me after ripping her shorts off and revealing her sweaty naked twat to Erin, her clit sticking out almost an inch. To my surprise she had grabbed a bottle of lube, squirted some into her hand and took a grip on my semi-chub with her calloused right hand. I squirmed a bit and kicked my leg out from the surprise and firmness of her grip. “Hmmm. Thought for sure you were gonna use your mouth for this one.”

“Nope, I want you to watch my bicep bulge and jump as I jerk you off” She squeezed my cock a little when she said ‘bulge’, ‘jump’ and ‘jerk’.

“ermm… not fair… Erin hasn’t started yet, you can’t jump the gun”

“I can do whatever I want, babe” she replied then cutely blew me a kiss, slightly releasing her grip on me. Erin then crawled into place underneath Brooke, who had to scoot her knees out and crouch a little lower to make room for Erin between her titanic thighs.

“Ok” Erin announced, as she took a deep breath in and moaned a bit. “3…2…1… GO!” Then she dove in and started eating Brooke out right as Brooke’s forearm tensed up as she started massaging my cock to hardness before really getting into an up and down rhythm. She got me to my hard really quickly, the lube helping her rough palms slide up and down my cock easily.

I became mesmerized by her arm, just as she had been expecting. The up and down motion caused her delts to pumpkin out and small veins started to pop up on them immediately. The mass and muscle in those perfectly capped shoulder was amazing; they were so rounded and hard that they looked like she had an army helmet on her shoulder. Her bicep and tricep were angry mounds of muscle, fighting for space on her upper arm. The quick motions up and down were causing her arm to flex and bulge and shake around. She was randomly moving her arm and turning her wrist so that her bicep peak would pop up then flatten out at different intervals. The big thick vein that traversed down her arm from shoulder to elbow would wriggle up around her peak and flatten out when her wrist was pointed out. Her arm was a massive pillar of muscle with a life of its own, getting more and more pumped and veiny the longer I lasted. Her forearm looked just as solid, the muscles clearly defined, as if multiple heavy steel cables were attached to her bones. The really impressive thing about her forearm though was how it had just erupted with vascularity from the exertion. That big monster vein on her bicep seemed to be fed by a dozen or more smaller vessels, resembling a tributary system feeding a raging river.

Watching her arm soon put me at a disadvantage in the competition. I was still holding strong but I didn’t think I’d last as long as I had hoped. Brooke meanwhile was barely showing that Erin was having an effect on her, although a couple times I saw her crack a bit with a wave of pleasure. Regardless, she was too focused, I had to try something to break her discipline.

“You like that, huh” I grunted out between gritted teeth. “You like the reactions you get from us. You like how turned on we get from your body. And you love watching yourself grow, pump up bigger and bigger. We heard you in there, talking to yourself in the mirror, willing yourself to grown even more freaky and muscular. You know you love it as much as we do.” I was practically panting at the end, and felt myself harden even more as I was talking, my plan threatening to backfire on me if I kept going much longer.

“Ye.. Yes… Yes I love it” She wimpered, her grip loosening a bit on my cock. We had her now. She looked on the the verge of breaking before she forced her eyes closed. Her chest heaved up and down as she forced out a few breaths, her face becoming blank as a wave of resolve washed over her. Her eyes shot open, determination now replacing the vulnerability that previously occupied them. The fire and confidence consumed her now.

“I fucking love it, and you love it to!” Her grip tightened again and she picked up the pace, jerking me faster and faster. Then she moved her face right up to mine, inches away from me. I could smell the sweat emanating off her.

“You love how big I’ve gotten. How I’ve turned into a muscular beast. Bigger and more muscular than every other woman on earth. You love my meaty pecs… my titanic thighs… my doorframe shoulders… my biceps that are bigger than your legs…. huuhhhnnn… And you love how I dwarf Erin, make her look like a little doll next to my freakishly large muscles…. Most guys think I’m just that… a freak… but that’s the thing that really turns you on, right? How I’m your muscle freak now, just like I promised.”

Erin was even starting to moan out from underneath Brooke, who then let out a guttural grunt, pushing through the waves of pleasure that Erin was bestowing upon her.
“But the thing is Darren… I know that’s not enough for you… I know you want me to get bigger. You want me to be as big and muscular as the biggest guys. You want me to add more and more steroid fueled meat to my massive frame… And you know what? I want that too! So, I’ll make another promise to both of you. I’m going to keep giving all three of us what we want. I’m going to get more muscular. I’m going to keep getting bigger and bigger and BIGGER.”

“…. Now. CUM FOR ME!” That did it. I blew my load all over her chest, spraying her muscle stuffed, man-shaming pecs. Despite cumming earlier, I was drenching Brooke and watching the cum drip down her naked chest onto her bloated 8-pack.

“Thank. Fucking. God.” Brooke moaned out. Her eyes rolled up, her eyelids flittering. Her shoulders slumped down and her head lolled a bit before she spoke up again. Her voice was quivering now, the confidence had faded, replaced by sheer pleasure. “Hang on tight Erin”.

Brooke the, with Erin still between her legs, grabbed onto the smaller women and did a sort of barrel roll. Her back now on the ground, her knees splayed out wide and at a ninety degree angle. Erin was jostled a  bit but she maintained her position and her duties. Brooke let out a squealing moan just a few seconds later as the orgasm shot through her, wave after wave racking through her body.

“Erin, move” She was still in bliss as she issued the command. The smaller girl was still going though, lapping up Brooke’s juices. “Er… Erin move!” I was still recovering myself but I heard the urgency in Brooke’s voice so I grabbed Erin and pulled her out just as she was realizing what was going on.
Once Erin was clear, Brooke’s tree trunk thighs shot close like a hydraulic press and she arched her hips up in the air, taking her big muscled ass up off the ground with her. “Fuuuuuccckkkkk” she sighed out, her voice cracking a bit.

“Good fucking lord that felt good. That’s been building up in anticipation since I started my workout.” She finally said after a few seconds in that position. She rocked her body back and forth and popped back into a seated position. Looking at both of us still on collapsed on the ground.

“That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever witnessed. And I wasn’t even the one getting off.” Erin had her eyes closed now and started rubbing herself a bit.

“I’ll take care of that, babe.” And I dove down in between my Erin’s legs so she wouldn’t feel left out. While I was eating Erin out, Brooke addressed both of us.

“I thought you two had me when Darren started talking like that. Took everything I had to push through. It was true though.” She paused to catch her breath for a second. “I may have said it a little more aggressively than I meant to… but it’s true. I want to keep growing, even if my progress is getting slower.”

“I can’t wait” Erin said, bucking her hips a bit as I kept going. “I can’t wait for you to get even more heavy than us, till your thighs and maybe even your shoulders pass our measurements.” And with that Erin too climaxed.

“I’d love that too, buut…” Then Brooke cleared her throat, contemplating what she was going to say next. “I think I want you two to start workout too. After the boat trip of course. I want to share that with you.

“I want you two to feel a little bit of the confidence that training has brought me, not to mention the health benefits. It feels sooo good being muscular and strong. And while I don’t expect you two to look like me or anything, I do think you both can make some good progress with me helping you along.

“Plus, as an incentive…” she extended and emphasized the last word, her voice turning a bit more seductive “if we do it together I’ll finally let you be in the room when I’m training.”

That was enough incentive on top of everything else Erin and I had heard to give Brooke a quick confirmation. What a journey that was going to be.

[ArkhamAsylum]

Great work. So Erin is going to work out with Brooke. I like where this is going.

[Jeremy Lightning]

Loving where this is going, some really great muscle description and some really hot to read sex scenes. I look forward to more! k+!

[Japagreipe]

This was a hot chapter. I love the idea of Erin training and possibly becoming stronger than Darren. Looking forward to more.

[Jayder]

Back for another installment, a bit shorter but should be able to get some more out soon.

Chapter 5

I slept in a bit the next day and awoke to see that Brooke and Erin were nowhere to be found. I peered out the window and saw Erin’s red sedan was missing from the driveway. They must have been out. I finished packing and gathering everything I needed for the flight and the trip. I was planning out how to get from the long-term parking lot to the terminal when the front door opened and the girls walked in.

“Hey honey. We just did some last-minute shopping, got some new swim suits, boat wear and sunglasses. We should probably leave sometime soon.”

“Yup, just getting a plan together, we can probably leave in a half hour or so. You guys buy anything noteworthy?” I asked, while scrolling through more airport information on my phone.

Brooke replied, moving to the couch to sit near me while inspecting her newly painted bright red nails, as Erin was rooting through her suitcase. “Hehe, well we can’t show you all of the fun stuff yet, but we did get a couple sundresses that look pretty cute.”

“Hmmm, they had something in your size?” I asked, probably too sarcastically, then I stupidly pushed the limits of my snarkiness.

“Did you have to buy the local circus tent?” I regretted it a bit as soon as I saw her eyebrows furrow in my direction. Erin and I constantly roasted each other, and I would get playful punches or kicks whenever I pushed a joke a bit far. Brooke was always game to give and take as well but, I probably had taken it a bit far.

“Your such a dick…” she said bitingly after a second of silence, a smile creeping over her face. I thought I was in the clear when she couldn’t hide the smile, but then I saw it coming out of my peripheral vision.

She swung her arm across her body and her big fist landed with a thud against my shoulder, knocking my body over on the couch. A wave of pain shot through my arm, cascading through the rest of my body. She didn’t even know how to punch correctly and probably didn’t put nearly all she had had into it. That didn’t matter a bit, the sheer amount of mass and power in that arm was too much for my small shoulder to handle.

She was smiling wide now, a little bit of laughter in her voice as she turned her nose up smugly at me. “You deserved that, I’m not apologizing... Gotta learn to live with the consequences of that smart mouth, mister.” Erin was just cackling in the background as this was all happening, rubbing it in a bit more.

“…Yup.. you are right… I deserved that” I wheezed out, back in a seated position but still in a considerable amount of pain. “Erin’s punches don’t break me in two, so I will factor that in next time I open my mouth.”

“Good! Need to keep you in line sometimes.” She had scooted up closer to me and embraced me into her arm a bit, rubbing my opposite shoulder in an attempt to comfort me.

We left a lot later than the 30 minutes that I had suggested and arrived at the airport in a rush. Good thing Brooke was there or we may not have made it from the long-term lot to the terminal on time. She scooped up the two large suitcases and draped two heavy duffle bags over each shoulder. She was moving quickly and confidently with over 150 extra pounds on her. It was one of the most impressive displays of strength and endurance I’d seen in person. She was a marvel to watch. We were jogging nearly the whole time, Erin and I out of breath, and Brooke was just weaving her effortlessly through the crowd. Her legs and ass bulged out of her leggings with each movement. Her arms acting independently of each other as she maneuvered the suitcases around people, never touching another person. Her shoulders and 21-inch arms erupted as she curled and raised the suitcases to avoid pulverizing people. I didn’t have much time to study people’s reactions but I couldn’t help but notice the looks of surprise and fear in people’s eyes as this linebacker of a woman in yoga pants and a white ruffled blouse danced through the crowds.

We got to the place where we could check our bags and hurried our way through security. Brooke was standing in the middle of Erin and I, looking like a sandwich stacked up with too much meat. She always had statuesque posture but her shoulders were slightly hunched over and she seemed to be avoiding looking back at the shocked faces of people around her. Erin must have noticed some unease in Brooke as well because she put her dainty arm around the Brooke’s thick torso.

“Everything ok?” She asked softly, her big blue eyes probing Brooke’s uneasy expression. Brooke slumped a little at the shoulders before straightening back up, the soft touch seeming to startle her out of a trance before steeling her nerves. She smiled down at Erin, the confidence was rushing back now.

“Yea, I’m good. It’s just a little weird to be gawked at by this many people. Can be hard to get used to.” She was more chipper again, looking around the crowd and smiling at people. “I haven’t been out among this many people much since I’ve been so big so its just a bit strange to be the center of attention. It’s kind of cool though, right? I guess I should be proud of myself now that I think about it… and it’s turning me on a bit” She whispered with a wink. That got a chuckle out of me.

We made up a lot of time so we were able to get to our flight on time. Brooke got separated from Erin and I in the security line, at one of the forks in the line that always seem to pop up. Erin and I emerged from our line, holding hands and saw Brooke kneeled down next to a little girl in a wonder women shirt. Their backs were to us and they were posing for a picture that was being taken by a woman who looked to be in her 30s. Erin and I waited several feet away, warm smiles hitting our face. After the picture, Brooke exchanged a few words with the girl and her mom before they parted ways and we made our way over to her.

“Hey, that was sweet. Getting more comfortable with all the attention now?” I said, as she was smoothing out the ruffled top she was wearing.

“Well, if it’s all like that I can certainly get used to it” She was beaming, a twinkle in her eyes. “The little girl, Ally, and her mother were behind me in line and she pulled on my shirt and started talking to me as we were going through the line. Then she said she wanted to take a picture with me because of how ‘awesome and strong’ I looked” She said the last part with finger quotes, and giggled a bit.

“It was sweet. I hadn’t thought that a little girl like that would look up to me because of my muscles and strength”. Erin seemed to almost well up as Brooke continued talking about the new friend she made in the security line.

The flight was uneventful, the three of us got to our row and squeezed in. Brooke insisted on taking the middle strangely, but was not shy at all about claiming as much space as she could in the aisle. And she sure could take up a lot of space. We got to Tampa Bay, where the boat was, around 5 pm, and Ubered over to the dock. Erin spent a little over an hour getting everything she needed and having people help to stock the boat before leaving. Brooke and I grabbed food for dinner and some groceries that we might, including plenty of booze.

The Yacht itself was beautiful, a custom-built Horizon E-series from what Erin said. An 80-footer that her dad had purchased the year before. It had two stories above deck and two bedrooms below, including a lavish master suite. There were three different decks where you could lounge and sunbathe, one in the front of the boat, one on the main story in the back and one up top where the captain’s area was. The inside was all modern with wood paneling and state-of-the-art appliances and features. The kitchen was big and took up about half of the first floor and led out into a seating area with big couches and a large wooden bar. Erin looked right at home as she surveyed everything, going through her mental checklist to make sure we were all good o go.

Once we got settled it was getting kind of late. Brooke and I wanted us to all crash at the dock for the night but Erin was steadfast on sticking to her plan. She wanted to sail us out towards Key Largo overnight, so that we were just about there in the morning, giving us the whole day to relax on the water instead of traveling. She had been planning it for a while and seemed to be confident that she could do it. She would go fairly slowly so we could sleep, sticking close to the shore to remain safe. She had all her certifications and spent almost every summer on the water since she was 12 so I had no doubt she could pull it off, even in a fairly big boat like this one. Predictably we relented, letting her get her way, something that happened often. Brooke kissed her good night and went down to shower and get ready for bed. I figured she’d be in the bathroom for a while so I stayed up with Erin for a while as she got us out of the Marina and on to the water.

I poured myself a drink and we chatted for a while, mostly about the whirlwind that our life had turned into. Before I knew it an hour had almost gone by and I was through a bottle of wine. It was time for bed. I kissed Erin good night as well, and told her in my stupor to wake us up at the slightest trouble. She laughed and bid me adieu.

As I made my way to the bedroom, images of Brooke weaving through the airport danced through my head. Her corded forearms…her basketball shoulders…her thick traps fighting for space against her neck. My head was spinning, and the alcohol only had a little bit to do with it. It was a long and exhausting day, I really just wanted to collapse but the lust was welling up inside, and outside of me. I imagined Brooke waiting for me. Imagined her lying on the bed in a French girl pose, wearing new lingerie that Erin and her had purchased. Her bulk would be causing the bed around her to cave in like a gravity field. Her muscles would be pressing against the black lace, stretching the brand-new fabric to its limits.

I hadn’t properly fucked Brooke since she was here, and it was splitting me in half at the moment. We had plenty of fun since she had come in, even with my limited availability, but I hadn’t really gotten the chance to fuck her. The alcohol and my hardon pushed out the feint thoughts of guilt that swimmed through my head. It didn’t seem fair to have sex with Brooke while Erin was working through the night. I knew deep down she wouldn’t mind, but if felt odd. All these thoughts faded away though as I opened the door and promptly saw Brooke in all her glory… completely passed out on the bed, underneath the blankets.
It appeared I would have to wait.

[quick]

Damn.  Don't know how I missed this one.  Good work.