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[solitariodude]

Please don't be discouraged to write more. You gotta realize that a lot of people read this but don't take the time to comment. I've read a lot of great stories here and try to comment on those that appeal to me and hate to see really talented writers get turned off due to lack of feedback. Same goes for artists as well. Thanks again for sharing your time and talents with the rest of us

[Poddy]

I FINALLY set aside some time to read this story, and I'm very glad I did!

A really great read from start to finish, each character had a genuinely unique personality, they were all wonderfully described and the voice was really easy to follow and properly relatable. I'd love to read anything else you feel is worth writing!

Congratulations on finishing your story too, that's something I feel a very very small minority of writers can say - and I can't include myself on that list either.

P.S Looking at the reviews and your comments, it gets a little difficult to continue when you start to feel like nobody seems to be reading your work - or at least there's no way of gauging how many people or how often. Just try and remember why you're writing in the first place - write for your own pleasure, and if others enjoy it, then that's fantastic. Just don't go into it chasing internet fame and imaginary forum points - trust me, you'll find the whole experience much more enjoyable. Oh, and never forget the silent 95% of people who read, enjoyed and just never commented. Try posting your work on DeviantArt and you'll get a very clear indication of your read:comment ratio!

I look forward to reading whatever you have to offer next

[NinjaStar]

Pump Up The Jam
by NinjaStar
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I awoke gradually from a blissful sleep to the heavenly feeling of soft lips on my neck. I had been dreaming, but it was fuzzy. All I could recall was being safe and warm.  I'm sure my girlfriend was involved somehow. She usually was.

"G'morning, sleepy-head," I heard Valentina's soft voice waft into my ears. Her nude warmth was inviting and sensual. The feeling of her steely muscles and her soft skin against mine was maddening and exhilarating. Her bulging arm was curled around me protecting me from the chilly air.

"Mmm, g'morning," I replied, still dopey from the deep sleep I was in. Valentina nuzzled me, giving me a good squeezing with her mighty arm.

I turned to face Valentina. Her fiery bed-ridden hair was wild, but didn't detract from her beauty. In fact, combined with her freckles, it only enhanced her cuteness. Val's royal blue eyes twinkled with love and her radiant smile was infectious. She was model gorgeous, which greatly conflicted with the rippling slabs of muscle filling out beneath her creamy skin. What's more, she was all mine.

Valentina leaned in ever so gently, and kissed me as only a genuine lover would. I happily reciprocated, even though her kiss was tinged with morning breath. A simple kiss quickly became a passionate make-out session as Valentina's dextrous tongue slipped into my mouth. She tenderly twisted me fully onto my back, and pressed her Amazonian bulk partially on top of me.

Valentina was heavy with muscle mass, but she took care not to fully place her weight on me, instead displacing it around my body. But she knew I liked the feeling of her powerful body against mine, allowing my muscle lust to be sated as well. Even though we had made passionate, back-breaking love last night, she wanted more. There are worse things than being the love-slave of a almost perpetually horny Amazon. Last night was a rare occasion where we were alone and able to be really intimate together. I'm not complaining about the unusual circumstance in which I found myself, you understand. It was nice to not have to please another woman for once. Though Valentina had definitely put me through the ringer last night, I was hungry for her just as she was for me.

My hands had begun exploring her physique, eliciting a pleasured cooing from the redheaded goddess atop me. Valentina's back was teeming with muscle. It was not uncharted territory that I was entering. I had diligently studied the topography of her musculature many time before. But no matter how many times I did so, it always was just as pleasurable to worship her mighty thews, if not moreso than before.

My hands traced down her body, to the small of her back, then to that round, powerfully muscled ass of hers. I gave her a good squeeze, as best as my hands could do against her impenetrable sinews. Val squeaked in surprise, breaking oral contact. A lustful grin split her gorgeous lips.

"Naughty..." She purred wantonly. Val nibbled on my lip, swinging her huge leg over me, straddling my puny form. As she raised up into a sitting position, the covers slid off her naked form, revealing her monumental build in all it's heavenly glory.

Valentina's beautiful face sat atop a bullishly corded neck supported by inflated traps. Her powerful shoulders were broad, and rounded with deeply striated muscle. Her chest was absent of breast-tissue, instead swelling forth with thick slabs of raw-muscle. The pink nipples on her chest were stiffened with arousal, becoming thick bullets of flesh begging to be suckled. Either substantially muscled arm was packed with more sinew than I had in my entire body. Val's guns, last measured months ago at twenty-eight inches cold, easily were now thirty, if not past that. Her biceps were peaks that Olympus Mons would be jealous of even unflexed, and her triceps were strength-bloated horseshoes. Even her forearms were huge with power, easily being thicker around than my thighs. But, curiously enough, her hands were deceptively dainty despite being fully capable of ripping my flesh off my bones, or crushing my skeleton with little effort. Hell, she could easily tear a car apart barehanded with no sweat.

Those same ladylike, but ungodly strong hands rested on my weak chest, rubbing my pathetic excuse for pectoral muscles in a sensual massage. Valentina cooed softly as she felt my puny body. I had put on about twenty pounds of muscle over the last few months, much to her delight. I tagged along with her and our mutual 'friend' Suzy from time to time, but ever since meeting Agnetha Björnsdottir a few months back, I began hitting the gym with the same intensity as the three Amazons did, though I could never hope to ever match them in a million years. I was about one-sixty now at 5'9" tall. Valentina was 5'10" but a burgeoning 350lbs+ and getting bigger all the time.

Valentina was supportive, liking the fitter, stronger me. Suzy protested, as she liked to do, saying she preferred me to be 'Skinny' (her pet name for me), but that didn't stop her from ravishing me in bed. The only difference now was that I was more durable and had even more stamina than before. Ever since bringing the blonde Valkyrie into the fold of our sexual adventures, I needed to get in shape simply to survive. I was in pretty good shape, or so I thought, being able to handle two Amazons at once, but adding Agnetha nearly killed me.

I reached up placing my hands on Val's thrumming chest. There was simply too much muscle tissue to hold onto, but I was greedy. She chewed her lip sensually, and began to flex. Her already huge pecs swelled, nearly doubling in size and hardness, and they didn't seem to stop. Valentina's nipples dug into the palms of my hands. I tried to squeeze her chest, but there simply was no give. Her ivory skin was smooth and soft as velvet, but the tissue beneath was bullet-proof. She removed my hands, holding on to them to prevent me from feeling her body. Next, she made her pecs dance for me, causing the giant swellings of sinew to jump. She flexed them both at once, then one at a time, then alternating and at different speeds. Her pecs popped quickly, and rolled slowly at her command. Valentina began humming the "Can-Can" making her pecs nimbly hop to the music, all while a devilishly sexual smile overtook her features. The level of control she had over her muscles was amazing.

Valentina placed my eagerly shaking hands on her lats and spread her shoulders. Like air was being shunted into them, her muscle wings inflated. They just wouldn't stop swelling in my hands. When at last I was certain her lats would burst, they stopped blowing up. My eyes and hands next rested on her muscled belly. Valentina's abs were thick and sharply defined beneath her skin. She ground her hips into me, mushing her nude wetness into my body, causing her abs to ripple beneath my hands. Drawing her huge arms up, back over her head, the massive fire-tressed goddess crunch her stomach, forcing her abs to tighten into a solid slab of muscle. There was a deep indentation between each of her eight, perfectly tennis-ball sized ab muscles. Once I stuck a finger into the one of the dents as she crunched down. The tip of my finger was nearly obliterated. The serratus and obliques of her core were also thickly muscled due to her punishing core workouts, but her waist was trim compared to the mighty breadth of her shoulders.

Though I could not see them, I felt Valentina's tremendous legs clamping around my waist and my hands traipsed down her obliques and hips before resting on her mighty legs. Her thighs positively swelled with muscle tissue, being girthier than my chest. Her massive quads, adductors, and hamstrings exuded Amazonian goddess-like power, as did her bulging, sharply cut calves. Valentina loved her legs the most out of her phenomenally muscled physique, though I felt she short-changed herself in that regard. Her whole body was divine. She hit every body part equally hard in the gym, but her legs seemed to respond to her exercise a little more attentively than the rest of her muscles.

My cock couldn't have been harder.  Val felt it swelling beneath her, pressing up against her nude wetness. She sensually swiveled her hips, rubbing her bulging clit and wet lips on my body. Val pinned me down, and teased me with a simulation of the cowgirl position. A wickedly erotic smirk taunted me as she held my wrists above my head and ever so slowly, excruciatingly so, ground her pussy into me. The heat from her sex was driving me insane. I just wanted to ram my manhood inside her and fuck her into oblivion. Valentina sucked in air sharply, getting off on using me as a sex toy.

"Ooh..." She gasped, lips mere inches from mine. "You want this body, baby? You want me to fuck you like only I can?"

I was mad with desire, like a rabid animal. She was taking a page from Suzy's playbook in denying me the right to touch her, kiss her, or do anything else being pinned beneath her physique as I was. Valentina was a good tease. All I could think about that moment was making love to her.

"Mmmm..." The gigantic redhead hummed, kissing me at last. "I want you," She uttered, voice dripping with desire. Her kung-fu grip loosened allowing me laissez-faire on her bulging mounds of sinew..

Valentina released me, lifting up to her knees. The redhaired Amazon then impaled herself ever so slowly on my cock, shuddering in delight. Not to brag, but I was big in at least one area. Valentina's muscled womanhood was a snug fit, even if she was well lubricated with arousal as she was right now. Her pillar-like arms planted on either side of my head and Val sensually ground her hips, tight lips going up and down the length of my cock. I rested my hands on her hips for support, reciprocating her passionate lust with a maddened sexual frenzy of my own. Valentina's beauteous face hovered above my own, framed with her short, fiery hair. Those royal-blue eyes, half-veiled in pleasure, regarded me with lustful love as a joyous, erotic smile signaled her bliss. Soft moans of utter aphrodisia escaped her sensual lips, further inflaming my passion for her.

She leaned down, hungrilly kissing me even as she continued riding my cock. Valentina moaned deeply as she kissed me, grabbing handfuls of my hair. Her tongue breached my mouth, beating mine up with broad, powerful strokes. She enjoyed herself when she kissed me, never rushing things or pushing too hard. Just when I thought I would suffocate, she released me with a loud, ardent pop of suction. Val wasted no time even as I recovered, using her sexy lips and teeth to kiss and nibble all over my neck and ears. I loved it when she did that as my neck was sensitive. A powerful shiver went down my spine letting her know she was doing the right thing. We kissed once, twice, three more times, each time more passionately than the last, before Valentina initiated a position change. She twisted her massive physique, all while holding me with her thighs onto her back.

She looked even more gorgeous from this position. In a dazzling display of athleticism, she split her gigantically muscled legs apart, grabbing her ankles, all while encouraging me to take charge with a sex-starved look in her eye. I placed my hands on her hips for support, and thrust my manhood into her tight womanhood with an even rhythm, piercing her from stem to tip each time. A powerful bellow of lust escaped the mighty goddess before me.

"Ohhhh!" Valentina cried out in lustful zeal, arching her muscular back. Her eyes rolled into her skull. A frenzy took over me. The sight of her bulging muscles, her beauteous features screwed up in orgasmic bliss, and her mellifluous sex song unleashed the beast in me. I fucked her harder and deeper, nearly slavering at the jaw as I did so. Val responded by screaming out her rabid approval.

"You're so big..." She whispered fervidly, almost unable to find her voice. A fevered succession of loudening yelps precipitated a mighty cry of "So BIG!"

Her legs clamped down once more, assisting my thrusting. My rocket powered cock tunneled into her with speed and intensity. The dull thud of my body slamming into hers was nearly drowned out by the Amazonian love ballad Valentina sang. If I were in a normal state of mind, I might've wondered if I could keep up such a pace. But I was sex-berserk. A powerful lust took over me, and I couldn't help myself.

"Fuck me!" Valentina implored. "Fuck me! Yes! YES!" Val grabbed great handfuls of sheet, pillow, anything she could get her hands on while arching her back, announcing to the world that she was having the time of her life without a care who heard it. I often wondered what our neighbors thought. Valentina and Suzy were screamers. Agnetha was vocal to an extend, but not nearly as loud as those two were. When all three were together, they formed a chorus that shamed any porn played at high volume.

Valentina pulled me town to her lips, tasting me again, fussing in orgiastic glee while I drilled her. Thickly muscled arms seized my torso in a lust-fueled bearhug. A simple squeeze would implode my chest. Valentina simply held on to me, ensuring that I would stay close for her grand finale. I left her mouth to sample her beefy neck and traps, leaving her to cry out at her leisure.

"I'm... I'm gonna...!" She began. "Yes...yes, yes, YES!" Valentina bit down on her lip to avoid blowing my eardrum with her enthusiastic peal of orgasmic thunder.

"I'm gonna cum!" Valentina whispered urgently. "I'm so close, don't stop baby! Don't stop!"

That made two of us. I could feel myself ascending Climax Mountain and was prepared to take a swan dive into oblivion. Valentina's orgasm hit like a tidal wave. She went cross-eyed and screamed silently, tightening her arms and legs around my body in a full-body explosion of swelling muscles. Tears streaked down her flushed cheeks as she suffered in magnificent pleasure. I came during her orgasm, but mine was not nearly as glorious as hers, even if it was still mindblowing. Even after I blew my load, Valentina still continued to wordlessly tell me "job well done," from the aftershocks of such a thunderous climax reverberated through her giant body. I was squeezed into an inch of my life by the lustful Amazon.

I collapsed in exhaustion against her mighty, sweaty body, her massive chest heaving like a great bellows under my head. Valentina giggled sweetly, lovingly stroking my hair while embracing me.

"Still alive, sweetie?" She teased.

"Still kicking..." I answered weakly. Val's hands scooped under my armpits, and pulled me up to her blushing, sex-drunk face.

“Let me make it better..." Val showed her appreciation by pulling me into another round of making out. My body was still singing from the aftershocks of her climax. I thought for sure she was going to break my spine. Val would never hurt me, even on accident, but still. I am only flesh and blood. Valentina is stronger than Hercules and hornier than Aphrodite. This was a potentially fatal combination. 

"That was amazing," Val commended me earnestly. She was glowing with the peaceful bliss of such a mighty climax.

Our love was interrupted by "Rumpshaker" by Wrecx-n-Effect coming from Val's phone. Suzy was calling. snorted in amusement and reached over to the nightstand to remove her phone from the charger. I snuggled up next to her, kissing her corded neck. Val approved with a soft moan before answering the call.

"Hey, girl," Valentina purred. I made sure that Suzy could hear my lips against Val's soft skin.

"What's goin' on over there?" I could hear Suzy's voice on the line. "Were you two having sex?" Valentina and I suppressed our laughter. Suzy was always giving us shit about how often we had sex, even though Suzy eagerly joined in whenever we saw her, which was nearly every day. "I totally called it," The Dark Seductress spoke to someone else wherever she was.

"Mmm," Val uttered as I moved down to her balloon-like pecs. She ran her fingers through my hair and breathed in enjoyment. "Maybe I was just thinkin' about you..."

"Who wouldn't? I'm hot," Suzy boasted. I could agree with her on that point. "But I know you two. Any time alone is spent making saints cry."

"You're more than welcome to join in anytime, babe," Val replied libidinously.

"I might just take you up on that..." Suzy began, before she became incoherent from distance. I worked my way down Val's belly until I made contact with her femininity. Val's mighty clit was thick and bulging with arousal, but still sensitive to the touch. I very gently stimulated her as she tried to talk on the phone. She pressed my face into her womanhood, showing her tacit approval. The sweet taste of her pussy was delicious. I lapped up her juices, elliciting a suppressed scream from Valentina. She covered her face with a pillow, and pressed a thumb against the mouth piece.

"What's that?" Valentina's voice quivvered, pretending that nothing out of the ordinary was happening but failing miserably. "Nothing! NO! Of course we're not! We're not doing anything!" She whimpered. My tongue went inside her, and swirled around. Val's mouth was squeezed shut, and it looked like she was about to burst. Suzy's reply was garbled but amused.

"His hands aren't even on me! I swear!" Val shrieked accidentally when I massaged her clit with my lips. "He's right here! See if I'm lying!" She tossed her phone down to me, letting out a long, pleasured moan into a pillow.

"What's up?" I spoke up, in between lashing Valentina's clit with my tongue.

"You two are fucking amazing," Suzy laughed.

"I think you mean amazing at fucking," I retorted.

 "That too. What are you doing to her?"

"Nothing," I tried to sound nonchalant, giving Valentina's womanhood a tongue bath.

"Bullshit. I can hear her trying not to scream and you've got a mouthful of something. You horndogs better get it out of your system quickly, because it's almost gym time."

"I haven't forgotten," I replied, "Besides we've still got four more hours yet."

"You don't have the stamina, Skinny. Save something for the iron. Tell Vally that she needs more than just earth-shattering orgasms for sustenance. She needs some breakfast in her, not just dick. Muscle fuel, y'know?" Suzy said, dripping with sarcasm.

"You're just jealous because you're not here," I shot back before attacking Valentina's pussy once more. Val squealed into her pillow and I held the phone out for Suzy to hear.

"Oh, please," Suzy replied, full of mock bluster. "I could get any man I want."

"Any man?" I parroted.

"Any man," Suzy affirmed.

"And which man," I paused to suckle deeply on Val's clit for emphasis. "Rocks your world like I do?"

"Oooh!! You rock my world, baby!" Valentina howled as if I was talking to her. Her massive chest heaved up and down, sucking in great lungfuls of air. Suzy laughed uproariously.

"Okay, you got me there. You're pretty good, for a skinny little runt."

"Wrong, I'm amazing. Three out of three Amazons agree. If you don't believe me, here's a real live testimonial," I said, tossing the phone up by Valentina, allowing Suzy to hear the full extent of Val's enthusiastic enjoyment of my ministrations to her sex. She pawed absently at where her phone landed, trying to maintain her composure in the face her Second Coming. She fumbled with it once she found it, trying to find the talking part.

"Uh huh, yeah, we'll be there for sure, gotta go, bye!" Val rambled, singing in bliss, before signing off. Both hands held my head down into her womanhood, encouraging me to give her all my attention now that all distractions were gone. "Keep going..." She purred, letting out a deep moan of enthusiasm.

I could only do as my goddess willed.
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More soon.

[Jeremy Lightning]

Damn that was hot! First of all, let me say that I loved your muscle description here, I think that's something that may have been lacking in your last series, with all the other action going on, but you really spent a lot of time making us visualize Valentina's incredible body, to my (and I'm sure everyone who read this) very happy approval. The sex scenes were really well described, I love how you wrote how horny these two are, and why wouldn't they be? Valentina is female perfection and he is one of the only guys in the World who can keep up with her, sexually. While that was hot, I'd love to see their workout, to see how strong the girls are, and how hard they work out for the visual pleasure of their guy. Keep up the great work! k+!

[NinjaStar]

The Amazon Gym was the new name of the Full Body Explosion Gym after it had changed management. FBE was once a hotspot for bodybuilders during the height of the sport's popularity, but had fallen by the wayside in recent years. Annie, the owner/proprietess of Themyscira bought the gym lock-stock-and-barrel and renovated it to the point there it wasn't clear that the Amazon Gym was even the same building. The rumor going around was Annie secured the deed after challenging the former owner to a wrestling match and she ended up breaking three of his ribs. No matter how many times I asked her, she mischievously neither confirmed or denied such scuttlebutt.

Amazon shared the same Hellenistic sense of decor as Themyscira, only a little less ostentatious. It was a big building filled with many detailed artworks of muscular females engaging in various states of exercise or in repose, showing off the goods. Ostensibly, the name of the establishment might suggest that men weren't allowed in, but that wasn't the case. Annie allowed anyone with the desire to exercise to be granted membership, and even grandfathered in members of Full Body Explosion who stuck around after the transition. I was given a hugely discounted membership on account of my unusually good standing with a certain Amazonian matron and her three favorite adopted daughters, in that it was free. It was good the be the King.

Valentina, Suzy, and Agnetha all worked the club, and as such were able to workout for free also as did many of the other employees at Themyscira. In fact, it was in their contract. The golden bracelet that marked me as a VIP at the club granted me the same preferential treatment here at Amazon.

Valentina curled an arm around my waist as we entered the big glass doorway of the gym and I did the same. She wore a pink half-tank top that was at the end of it's service life, becoming skin-tight and frayed in certain places. I remembered when she first bought that shirt and it was somewhat loose on her. Tears and fissures began widening across her huge back. The shirt ended above her stomach, fully exposing her rippling abs. Black booty shorts with white block letters inscribing BEAST MODE along the waist band hugged her curves exquisitely. The ensemble was rounded out by white running shoes with matching pink highlights. Val liked shorts due to just how huge her legs were. The problem with being so massive is finding clothes that actually fit, and the inevitability that what fits today will simply not fit months from now. The numbers of casualties of articles of clothing Valentina's gigantic physique obliterated was literally in the hundreds. Spandex and Lycra has the dual purpose of being able to stretch to accommodate huge muscles well, and being tight enough to show off said muscles even when covering the up. Another option, and Valentina's favorite, was that less is more. It was often easier to wear as little as possible and it turned heads.

And we certainly turned heads; the massive, gorgeous redhead and her shrimpy, dorky looking boy toy.

Quite a few gym patrons were acquaintances from the club, exchanging pleasantries with us as we passed. The other portion of gym goers weren't known to either of us. They couldn't help but go goggle-eyed at the sight of the massive red-haired Amazon showing them the real meaning of 'jacked.' Although there were many women who could easily qualify as 'huge' pumping iron, she was easily the largest, most muscular woman in the Gym at the moment, and likely the largest most muscular person they've ever seen in their lives. A small smile curled Val's lips at all the eyes on her.

"Should I give 'em a show?" Val purred, clearly turned on again. Her nipples daggered through the thin fabric of her shirt and a light blush colored her freckled cheeks.

"I think you should wait for the others. That'll really blow their minds." I referred to Suzy and Agnetha, who were supposed to meet us. As if on cue, The Dark Seductress swaggered into the gym. Suzy was tall, topping out at 6'3", and possessed an immensely muscled physique crammed in beneath gorgeously tanned skin. She was very beautiful, with a well structured face, high cheekbones, pouty lips, and black eyes that sparkled in the light. Her raven colored hair was cut short, with the sides and back shorn close to her scalp and the top tapered to the right side of her face, coming to a point just below her right eye.

Suzy had packed on a considerable amount of size in the last few months, no doubt thanks to Agnetha's influence. The mass disparity between the Amazons wasn't great to begin with, but Suzy always appeared a little slimmer than either Val or Agnetha due to her long limbs. It was a point of silent contention for Suzy, and she was bound and determined to close the size gap. Of the three of them, she was the closest to reaching the vaunted four-hundred pound mark now at a hulking three-seventy eight.

Massive slabs of muscle worked in concert as she walked with a erotic sway of raw confidence. Her gorgeously sun-kissed skin was unfettered by much in the way of clothing. Like usual, Suzy dressed in black. Over her bulky, striated pecs a black bikini top held on for dear life. It looked one deep breath away from popping off. Aside from that, she wore leather weight gloves, an even skimpier pair of booty shorts than Valentina, knee socks that somehow were able to be pulled up over her bulging, head-sized calves and wrestling boots. She smiled when she saw us, making a bee-line over.

When she reached us, looming over us by a head, I could get a good look at how huge she really was. Every inch of her was swollen with sinew. Suzy's neck was like a tree trunk connected to mighty traps bloated with strength. Bowling ball like deltoids thrust out to the side hooked to truly gargantuan pecs that twitched and flexed with the simplest of movements, and arms laden with titanic muscles capable of crushing a man with the merest squeeze. I should know, as I was on the receiving end of many a vice-like hold from the Dark Seductress. Her lats flared out as she rested her hands on her hips, spreading into an eagle's wingspan beneath her arms. Suzy's belly was flat but rippling with power. Each ab looked like it was fighting for dominance with the other seven. A sparkling belly ring was swallowed in the midst of the perfectly symmetrical cobblestone street of her belly.

Suzy smiled with seductive invitation when she noticed me checking her out, her ebon eyes boring lustfully into my soul. "Take a picture, Skinny. It'll last longer," She purred, turning around so I could get the full effect.

Her back was as broad as a table. Valentina and Agnetha had huge backs but Suzy's overshadowed both of theirs. The shape of Suzy's torso was an upside down isosceles triangle from her rear lat spread. Her waist looked tiny compared the sheer breadth of her shoulders. However, when she curled her mighty arms into a back double bicep pose, the formerly smooth back became angry and rippled like a stormy sea of muscle tissue. The peaks of her biceps exploded upwards, buffeted from the sides by meaty forearms and bulging deltoids, nearly touching her hands. My eyes trailed down her back to rest on her amazing ass. It was round and perfect, taut with muscle, like that of a thoroughbred mare. Her shorts revealed great heaping eyefuls of her butt, and just barely missed being qualified as a thong. Suzy looked over her beefy shoulder to gauge my reaction. Seeing my dumbfounded amazement at her physique, she grinned, and turned to flex her triceps. The fat, horseshoe-shaped muscles thickened to the point of bursting as she locked her arms behind her. Suzy's triceps were the biggest and meatiest out of the three. Suzy smoothly transitioned into a killer side chest pose, sorely taxing her little bikini top's expansion capacity.

The Dark Seductress turned to face me once more, this time flexing her powerful legs.

"Keep your eyes on the thighs," She murmured, causing her mighty quads and calves to inflate. It could be argued that Valentina's legs were beefier by a very slim margin, but it would require a very close, thorough, and intimate examination. I had spent many a night between Suzy's long, hugely muscled legs in various states of distress and contentment. I knew how impossible it was to pry them apart when she was dead set on squeezing you. Her thighs swallowed my head with contemptuous ease and her diamond-cut calves crushed my neck.

There was no bones about it. Suzy was massive.

The Dark Seductress sauntered over to me, as I was still enamored with her cursory little posing session. I almost didn't realize that I was staring directly at her huge chest until she began flexing them fore me. Snapped out of my reverie, I scanned my eyes upward into hers way up in the clouds as she gently lifted my head with one finger. The next thing I knew, Suzy's face crushed up against mine in a mighty kiss of unrestrained passion. Kissing Suzy was like trying to kiss a hurricane. She was a force of nature. Whatever she wanted, she got. Of course, she wasn't evil. She had no intention of hurting me or taking advantage of me beyond what I was comfortable with. But she was fierce, and a nice counterpoint to Valentina's sweet, easy going nature.

Suzy released me, causing me to gasp desperately for air. With tenderness she stroked my cheek, grinning lovingly at me.

"Y'know, you were right this morning," Suzy murmured warmly.

"About what?" I asked.

"I really do wish I was there with you both. It was so hot hearing you make Vally sing like that..." An erotic blush colored her cheeks. She chewed her sexy lip. "It made me so incredibly horny..." 

"I could make you sing, later on," I suggested, prompting a steamy sigh of pent up lust from the Dark Seductress.

"Ooh, I'd like that..." She purred, nibbling on my lip.

"Um, hell-o?" Valentina interrupted us, huge arms spread out to suggest 'What the hell?' Suzy laughed and turned to meet her red-haired lover.

"How could I forget you..." She said, scooping the huge musclegirl into her equally massive arms. Valentina yelped in pleasant surprise being picked up by the taller, dark-haired Amazon, unused to being manhandled by many people. The sight of such strength was impossibly hot. It was hard to believe that I wasn't dreaming sometimes. Valentina and Suzy frenched deeply to make up for any hard feelings of neglect which were easily forgotten by Valentina the second she uttered a lustful moan into Suzy's mouth.

"I see you've started without me," A third voice coolly breezed in from out of nowhere. Agnetha appeared as a vision in white. Smiling satisfactorily at Valentina's and Suzy's deer-in-the-headlights look, she turned to give me a wink. "Don't stop on my account. I was just getting into it."
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[NinjaStar]

Agnetha's long, white-blonde hair was twisted into a long braid that reached down to her mid-back. Her skin was a peachy ivory stretched over powerful thews that rivaled Valentina's in size. She was about Val's height, with ice blue/white eyes that looked like round shards of ice. Agnetha was a Nordic beauty with a long face, a robust facial structure and a long nose. Over her heavily muscled torso was a skin-tight white lycra muscle shirt that clearly showed the sculpted definition of her physique like a second skin. On her legs were a pair of white yoga pants that stretched mightily to contain her thighs, glutes and calves as the surged forth with unlimited power. At several points, her outfit stretched so much that skin was visible through the fabric.

Agnetha caught me looking, and curled a muscle-engorged arm for me to salivate over. I knew she was packing some serious guns, but goddamn... A huge bicep peak erupted forth to challenge my perceptions of what muscle really was. The Valkyrie cast a coldly seductive glance my way as she pumped her arm slowly, teasing me with her muscles. She twisted to get her other arm into the action. Her panoply of sinew of her front double bicep was simply jaw-dropping in its splendor. Wordlessly, she invited me to reach out and touch her, which I did with worshipful awe. Despite her outwardly cold beauty, Agnetha's smooth, soft skin was warm and luscious. Her arms seemed to swell bigger the more she flexed them for me. Next, she clasped her hands in front of her, and flexed everything. My hands felt her bulky shoulders, her full, tremendous pecs, and her huge traps. Agnetha's slight, understated smile was a slight flicker of warmth that melted an otherwise stone-cold face.

Without warning, the Valkyrie effortless scooped me up, cradling my puny little form in her expansively muscular arms, pressing her soft lips to mine. She never once struggled, or shifted to accommodate my weight. I was nothing to her immense strength. Agnetha was a tender kisser, savoring it without any extravagance. She preferred for me to show my affection for her, rather than taking charge. She thoroughly enjoyed honest worship. And was hard not to worship a goddess like Agnetha.

Hell, it was impossible not to worship any of the three goddesses standing before me.

After a long, sensual kiss, Agnetha's lips popped away from mine, but she still held onto me. Casting a mischieviously raised eyebrow at her friendly rivals, she grinned.

"You see, that's how it's done," Agnetha said, setting me down gently. "Now, let's get this show on the road. I want to get pumped."

"Hell yeah," Suzy enthusiastically agreed. "Let's show these skinny little bitches what muscle really is."

"I can hardly wait," Valentina salivated. She curled her arms around me, pressing her tremendous muscles into my body. "Wanna watch us blow up?"

I could hardly think of a dumber question.
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The Amazonian trio decided on working legs first. Valentina in particular was excited because she definately had the strongest legs out of all three of them. One had to take the merest of glances upon Val's truly enormous thighs and calves to see that. Suzy and Agnetha were certainly no slouches in that regard, but Val's muscles were just a little fuller and thicker.

The red-haired Amazon nimbly slid from a standing position into perfect splits. Her mighty legs spread apart letting her engorged thews stretch and warm up for the punishment they were about to endure. Val grabbed her feet one after the other before leaning forward, her muscled body parallel to the floor. Knowing that I was watching, she planted her hands firmly on the ground, and lifted herself off the ground while her legs remained apart. The amount of athleticism Valentina was capable of despite her huge bulk was truly astounding. From there, she swung her body up until it was totally vertical to the ground in a stable, effortless handstand.

Valentina was bigger and stronger than the Hulk and as agile as a gymnast. I was rock hard.

Deciding that was enough, she sinuously got back to her feet, sauntering over to the leg press with an enticing smile directed at me on her beautiful face. She plated up, stacking weight after weight on the machine until she had one-thousand pounds locked on and ready to pump. To anyone else, this would be a truly astounding amount of weight to push. It was just a warm up for Val. Undoing the locks, she allowed the weight to drop, her knees resting on her huge pecs. With a sexy look in her royal blue eyes, the weight was effortlessly shoved away from Valentina's body. Without effort, Val repped twenty times at one-thousand before deciding to go heavier.

"Plate me, baby," She purred, locking the machine, but staying inside. I obeyed, tacking on an extra five-hundred for a total of fifteen-hundred. This was nothing to Val, and she completed this set as easily as the last, a full twenty reps.

"More," she bade me. I snapped on another five-hundred. Loading plates was an exercise in itself. Valentina shook her head and gestured for more. "I wanna do it for real."

Astounded, I added another five-hundred. The machine was loaded at three-thousand pounds. Valentina nodded her satisfaction, and unlocked the track, letting the weight curl her swelling legs. With a minor grunt of effort, Val began repping like no tomorrow. Her form was perfect, and her movements were seemingly unencumbered by any weight. Val repped another twenty at a slightly slower pace than the last two sets. She locked the track once more and asked for more weight.

I didn't know how much more the machine could take, but I managed to at another five hundred pounds to the machine. With a primal grin, Val let the weight drop, before kicking out another twenty reps of thirty-five hundred pounds. She was leg pressing a car. This time, she was feeling the weight more sharply. Each rep was slower and more laborious, but nevertheless handled with superhuman strength. A small groan escaped her lips towards the end, but the huge weight didn't hamper Valentina any.

The redhaired goddess, locked the machine a final time, and got out. Valentina hiked up her little shorts an extra inch to allow me to see how her quads were swelling with blood. They were indeed bigger, with veins feeding strength into the balooning tissue. I knew that Val was far from finished.

Suzy called out to me to come over to the squat machine, freeing Val to pump up some more with some leg curls. An overloaded bar rested on Suzy's beefy shoulders, totalling about twenty-five hundred pounds. That was double what the strongest man in the world was capable of.

"Spot me, Skinny," Suzy commanded.

"Yes, ma'am," I replied, getting behind the bronzed, dark haired goddess. I curled an arm around her waist and guided her as she dipped down slowly. Suzy's round, muscled ass ground into my crotch, which I was sure was purposeful in intent. She could certainly feel my hard cock poking into her everytime she repped. Suzy banged out fifteen reps total before adding another three-hundred, for a total of twenty-eight hundred pounds.

"Are you sure you can handle all that?" I asked, knowing it would annoy her.

"Are you kidding me or what?" Suzy growled. "Watch and learn, little man."

And with that, Suzy squatted all that weight with a modicum of effort. One of the things about watching her work out was how orgasmic every rep was for her. Suzy acted like each time she dipped up an down, she was getting off. It didn't matter what exercise it was, she lived for the pump. The feeling of getting bigger and stronger was hot to her, and that manifested on her face and in her powerful grunts of effort which sounded curiously erotic. With a savage growl, Suzy finished her last set, and locked the bar.

"Mmm," she moaned, feeling her burning thighs. "Look at that, Skinny." I leaned in for a closer look. Suzy's quads were inflating with blood. Though slightly slimmer than Valentina's by a few electrons, her thighs were still bigger around than my chest.

"Don't you just want to be squeezed by these legs, Skinny?" Suzy flexed them for emphasis. "I just might do that for you." I kissed the inside of her legs, the bulging adductors that swelled just beneath her sweet spot, eliciting a surprised and pleased gasp of ecstasy from the Dark Seductress.

"You shouldn't tease me like that, you naughty little boy," She purred, pressing my face into her groin with her hand. "Or I might just have to teach you a lesson..." I resisted the urge to begin eating her out here, but the call of her womanhood was very powerful. Save it for later, I told myself. After a few more minutes of worship, I was dismissed to go see what Agnetha was up to.

Calf raises, it turned out. She was in the middle of a set of one-thousand pounds. She looked slightly bored, but brightened up when she saw me.

"Legs bore me," Agnetha said. "I vastly prefer other excercises."

"It doesn't look like that to me. Your legs are huge," I complemented her. Indeed, through the tight white fabric of her stretched yoga pants, her muscles bulged with power. Her butt was round and firm like a bubble of sinew. Her thighs showed definition even through the material, already swollen from the pump of other exercises she had performed in the interim. With every rep, Agnetha's calves flexed mightily, stretching the cuffs of her pants.

"You're too kind," She purred genially, eyefucking me as she worked out. "That doesn't mean that I don't have to like working my legs." She noticed my enraptured fixation on her swelling calves as they were worked. "Touch them," Agnetha breathed. I did as she said, touching the steely tissue as it swelled in my hands. Her calves were nearly the size of my head. The sharp cuts of the sinew were incredibly defined. The split between them seemed deep enough to accomodate the tip of my finger.

Agnetha ended her set, and stepped off the machine. With a sexy grin, she pulled her pants down around her ankles, revealing a pink g-string beneath covering her womanhood. Her thighs were even mightier in the flesh, as very her calves and glutes. Agnetha let out a soft moan in agreement with my hands running up and down her legs, flexing them in my hands.

"Hogging all the attention, I see," I head Suzy's voice from behind. I turned to see her and Val approaching, finished with legs.

"I let my work speak for itself," Agnetha responded smugly. "But I'd say Valentina wins once again."

Indeed, at full pump, Val's wheels looked ready to explode.

"Bam!" She said for emphasis as she flexed them. Truly huge quads, calves and glutes swelled to attention with her flex. "Don't hate me because I'm beautiful."
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[Jeremy Lightning]

:0 I'm nearly open mouthed, dumbfounded because of the awesome description you used here! You hit it out of the park here bro, Suzy, Agnetha, and especially Valentina just blew me away here with your description of their muscles, their size, their definition, and even more, their sex appeal to the guy who is lucky enough to see them up close and personal. k+!

[NinjaStar]

Agnetha and Suzy looked at Val's huge legs with a mixture of jealousy, awe, and arousal. Her tree-trunk thighs and bowling-ball sized calves were like balloons made of steely flesh wrapped in velvety skin. The redhead flexed her legs with aplomb, making the muscles harden and ripple beneath her skin. Her legs were alive with power and seemed to have a mind of their own. Even the subtlest of movements caused great twitches beneath Valentina's skin.

"That's just not fair," Suzy gaped in astonishment.

"Seeing is believing, but I don't believe it either," Agnetha commented.

Both of Val's rivals knelt beside to touch her meaty gams eliciting a shiver of excitement from the fiery-haired Amazon. Running their strong hands over the contours of Valentina's legs, they could feel the might coursing through the sinews bulging underneath her creamy skin. She flexed them in her friends' hands, filling them with almost more muscle then either of them could handle. Out of reflex, Suzy pressed her sensual lips against Val's thigh, curling her mighty arms around her tremendously muscled leg in unabashed worship of her lover's muscularity. Agnetha embraced Val's other leg in a similarly libidinous fashion.

Both worshipful Amazons rose to meet their muscled idol face to face, lustfully attending to the great slabs of sinew else where in her physique on their way up. Valentina gasped in carnal approval as they did so, blushing a rosy hue. They met her lips with a heated passion one after the other, then both at once. Such unchecked female muscle lust before me served as a powerful reminder of how lucky I was to witness such an event.

I had managed to squeeze in a few sets with various weight machines in after that as the Amazons moved on with their workout. My own progress was laughable next to theirs, and I wasn't able to move a fraction of the weight they could. Nevertheless, I was never made fun of or laughed at although they were well within their rights to do so. Val, Suzy, and Agnetha all offered nothing but encouragement as I tried to strengthen myself. Every set I completed seemed like a Herculean Labor, but I truly felt pathetic moving little baby weights next to the poundages that the Amazons threw around. Watching Suzy deadlift the equivalent of a pickup truck made the paltry three-hundred pounds I was deadlifting look like I was just playing around. Agnetha pulled down the entire rack of plates with a lat pulldown, while I was only able to do just a few. Such raw power and my utter inability to ever hope to match it. Even so, I was cheered on by these mighty women to achieve even greater things than I thought possible for myself.

Valentina curled dumbbells that nearly matched my body weight. The heaviest I could do fifties and that was with some difficulty, but each dumbbell Val moved weighed one-fifty, and her massive guns were hardly getting pumped from that paltry load. She smiled at me as she did so, getting turned on by my rapt amazement of her strength. Her nipples were hard and poking through the sweaty pink half-shirt that I swear was tighter than it was a few hours ago. This set was just to get the blood flowing. Twenty reps with each arm was contemptuously easy for the red-haired goddess, so she moved on to even heavier weights. 

She plated up a barbell, loading on three-hundred pounds of resistance. That was over twice my bodyweight when including the forty-pound bar. With a mighty heave, Val seized the bar and began curling. This set was a little more difficult, but still hardly worth stressing over. The massive muscles of her arm bulged with each rep, dancing beneath her glistening skin. Thick, fat veins surfaced, beads of sweat dewed and rolled off her reddened skin, great muscles surging with goddess-like strength. She completed her routine with machine-like focus and precision, never cheating and always ensuring her muscles were worked fully and evenly.

Valentina set the bar down and flexed her biceps for me. Her peaks were bloated from the pump and shiny with sweat. With a slight wince, she repeatedly curled her arm, her loaded gun swelling in response each time. Wordlessly, she invited me to touch them. Her skin was hot and wet with perspiration, but the muscle beneath was like steel. Power hummed through her arms with frightening tangibility. She could easily tear me limb from limb if she was inclined. I knew she would never do that, but the thought was there. Val held her arm out straight and began to slowly flex it. Her bicep inflated mightily and refused to stop. At about half a flex, her arm was already twice the size mine was, but at full blown gun show, her beefy bicep was thicker than my thigh.

Val tired of fooling around and piled on even more weight. The barbell sagged at the ends with the addition of two-hundred more pounds. With a cry of "Beast mode!" she curled five hundred pounds with a savage snarl of strength-fueling rage. Her beautiful, sweaty face took on a rictus of Amazonian fury with each rep. Valentina became a berserker, furiously curling weight, swelling larger with might right before my eyes. Those guns became cannons. Muscles looking ready to burst, Val finished her last set with a fierce growl of dominance, settling her feral royal-blue gaze on me. I was simultaneously turned-on and frightened. Val let the mighty bar drop to the floor with a loud thud of iron on concrete and stalked towards me.

The huge, sweaty Amazon scooped me up into her arms and frenched me with a powerful animalistic carnality. The scent of her sweat, the feeling of her blown-up muscles, and the hunger with which she kissed me caused me to blow a load in my pants. It couldn't be helped. It was far too much for me to handle, and I came ingloriously. I didn't know if Valentina knew that, and wasn't inclined to tell her. I just enjoyed her savage tongue forcing its way into my mouth and her lustful hum of passion as she devoured me. Val allowed me a breath, but remained holding me, lips mere microns from mine. My weight was nothing to her, even after blasting her biceps with a gratuitous amount of iron.

"I think you're gonna get lucky later..." Val breathed into my ear, nibbling my neck like I enjoy.

"I'm lucky already," I cooed absently, reveling in the loving my Amazonian girlfriend was dishing out.

"Mmm," She purred, massaging my neck with her lips. "Even luckier then... I'm so hot for you right now..."

"I think you've got some competition in that department, babe," I replied playfully. Valentina giggled.

"They can watch... Or join in..." She said with a sexy grin. "Watching them pump up gets me hot too..."

As much as I didn't want to leave her muscular embrace, Valentina set me down and helped me with a few more exercises before doing the same, but with far greater amounts of weight. Shortly after that, Agnetha called me over to assist her with some weighted pullups. A dipping belt with an extra two-hundred pounds worth of plates dangling between her huge legs was lashed around her waist.

"What's up?" I asked in response to her call.

"It's too light. Hop on," Agnetha purred, referring to the belt.

"Hop on?" I parroted, unsure if I heard right.

"Yeah, grab on to me," She replied in slight annoyance, as if I was purposefully wasting time. With a powerful grip, she seized my shirt and pulled me into her mighty body. I didn't think twice about latching on to her enormous, sweaty physique. Her muscles were ready to come through her too-tight shirt. Agnetha's nipples were hard bullets of flesh jutting forth from her swollen pecs. Strands of white-blonde hair were darkened with sweat and plastered to her forehead.

"Comfy?" Agnetha asked, grinning a little.

I nodded meekly, and Agnetha leapt into the air, grabbing the bar above her head. I could feel the jolt of power in her body as she deftly jumped despite the extra weight anchoring her to the ground. The bulging strength of her muscles swelled as she pulled herself up.

"Hmm...Still too light," Agnetha assessed, furrowed her brow. "But you might make this a bit more fun, sweetie..." She purred, bringing her lips to mine as she worked out. I lost count of the reps she did, and frankly I didn't care. The sensation of this mighty Valkyrie hoisting her heavily muscled physique up into the air with me attached as if it were nothing was amazing. Her soft lips and desirous tongue made me forget about everything else going on around us. Her pumped, sweaty muscles and body heat drove me wild. I was hard again in record time.

Agnetha released her grip on the bar, and dropped down to the floor. Her mighty arms twined around my body, swallowing me in her powerful, thrumming muscles. She moaned into my mouth sweetly as she tasted me. It dawned on me the irony of the whole situation. A few months ago, Agnetha was someone that I considered an enemy. Even after the incident at Themyscira, I had a hard time shaking the sense of fear I felt around her.

To be fair, my first impressions of her weren't favorable. Unlike Val who was a total sweetheart despite her size and strength, and Suzy who hid a sugary side beneath a surly exterior, Agnetha was a completely rogue element. She threatening to make me her slave soured my perceptions of her somewhat.

But I learned that she was quite a sensual and kind-hearted lover over time. Agnetha made no attempt to excuse past actions, preferring instead to let her actions in the present make up for any lapses in judgement in the past. Everything was forgiven and I genuinely enjoyed her company. She exuded a quiet confidence, rarely feeling the need to be loud or boisterous.

Agnetha gently set me down and undid the dip belt. Valentina came over to see what we were doing.

"That was cute," She said with a smile. Agnetha blushed a little but allowed a small, understated smile to reveal her feelings.

"That's because he's cute," Agnetha replied. Valentina nodded in agreement.

"Yes he is," Val stated, curling her massive arms around me. She was hot and sweaty from working out, but I didn't mind because so was I. The bulging redhead planted a soft, sweet kiss on me and led Agnetha and I to find Suzy. She and Valentina had finished their workout for the day, but Suzy was plating up a enormous barbell.

Plate after plate was slapped onto the ends. The bar itself was bending from the strain of being so overloaded. Valentina, Agnetha and I looked at each other, eyebrows raised before looking back at Suzy, who noticed us gawking.

"What?" She asked, unable to hide her excitement over being stared at. "You keep staring, and the clothes are coming off." That was a distinct possibility anyway. Suzy was swollen with muscle by this point.

"That's a lot of weight," Valentina observed. Indeed. Suzy was going to bench in excess of fifteen-hundred pounds. Valentina maxed at thirteen, and Agnetha at thirteen-twenty five. 

"Of course it is. I'm really strong. Duh," Suzy replied. She came over and rapped on Val's head with her knuckles. "Anybody home? Think, McFly, think."

"Okay, little Miss Smartass. You need spotting?" Val asked, getting into position as Suzy sat on the bench.

"Who're you calling 'little'?" The Dark Seductress retorted, stretching her neck, back and arms in preparation for pumping some serious iron. "Alright," She said with unshakable determination. "Let's do this."

"Fire when ready, Gridley," Valentina said as Suzy laid down, gripping the bar. She wiggled around a bit before lifting the thing off the hooks. Valentina helped ease the bar down to Suzy's chest but backed off when her lover insisted that 'she's got this.' With a mighty hiss, Suzy heaved the weight off her massive chest and high into the air. Every rep was preceeded by a yawp of rage.

Suzy was an animal. She grinned fiercely as she pumped the huge weight with considerable effort.

"This is nothing!" She growled, voice thick with strain. "I could do this in my sleep!"

"Beast mode!" Valentina cheered. Suzy let out a harsh bark of amusement.

"Fuck yeah, beast mode!" She repeated. "I'm a sexy beast! Grrah!"

Suzy racked the bar with a contemptuous heave of momentum before sitting up and hitting one hell of a crab pose directed at Agnetha and I. Her tanned muscles detonated, glistening with a sheen of sweat. Drips of perspiration rolled down her body, collecting in rivulets between her hard lines of power, and plastering her black hair to her scalp. She cupped her gloved hands jutting her overstuffed chest out, testing the capacity of her rapidly shrinking bikini top with massive chest muscles. Her pecs had inflated considerably. Suzy made them dance and bulge all the while eyefucking me and licking her chops like a starving predator.

"Well done," Agnetha applauded her former enemy. It was ironic to see the former enemies shouting encouragements to one another throughout the day, but it was heartening. Agnetha and Suzy were fast friends now.

"Thanks. I can still do more," Suzy replied, telling Val to put more weight on.

"Are you serious?" Valentina gaped, unable to believe Suzy could bench even more.

"Are you deaf, freckles? Gimme more!" Suzy snapped. "I'm in the zone, over here!"

"O-kay," Val capitulated, snapping on a hundred more pounds.

The Dark Seductress pushed the bar up enough to free it from the hooks and lowered it to her mighty chest once more. This time, she slowly pumped the bar, but repped at a steady pace. Suzy snarled in contempt every time.

"This fuckin' thing is too light!" She complained, voice raw and straining. "I'm gettin' fuckin' pissed with how light this fuckin' thing is!"

Indeed, to the casual viewer, Suzy easily banged out rep after rep. The huge weight shot up into the air and went back down to her chest with apparent ease. Suzy was red-faced, and foaming at the mouth with Amazonian fury. Veins looked ready to pop beneath her ruddy skin and sweat poured from her massive physique by the gallon. Her ballooning muscles gleamed under the lights of the gym.

A crowd of gawkers had amassed throughout the ordeal, comprised of those who knew Suzy and wanted to see her in action, those that lusted after such an amazing display of raw Amazonian strength and muscle, or those who've never seen or heard someone engage in as much swearing and screaming as Suzy did in their lives, and any and all combinations thereof.

I was certainly impressed. Knowing someone was strong, and seeing just how fucking strong they are happen to not be coincidental. I knew Suzy was strong. She was able to completely dominate me with less than one percent of effort. But, ultimately she handled me with kid gloves. I break easily, and Suzy is well aware of that fact. Watching her, throughout the day shatter my perceptions of strength was an incredible experience. I felt raw animal lust, genuine shock and awe, a swelling of pride, and cold, abject fear rolled in to one emotion.

"C'mon!" Valentina encouraged her tall, dark, and sexy lover. Biting her lip, Suzy forced the sixteen-hundred pound barbell down to her chest once more. The bar sat there for a beat. Suzy was tired. I couldn't blame her, after watching her kick her own ass all day in the gym, earning her self-awarded title of "Biggest, Baddest Bitch" for all who doubted her power to see.

"Five more reps, girl. Give it all you got," Agnetha cheered from the sidelines.

"F-fffive...Morrreee!" Suzy heaved, lifting her burden high into the air. Her chest pumped up and down with deep, ragged breaths. One down, four to go. The bar floated aloft for a few seconds before the massive dark-haired Amazon willed it back down to her chest.

"Hrraaagh!" She screamed, blasting the bar up once more. Many onlookers cheered out encouragements and nearly all in attendance murmured in astonishment at Suzy's impossible strength. Tears of exertion mixed with the sheen of sweat wetting Suzy's skin. Once more, she managed to pull the bar back into a resting position. There it sat, laying across Suzy's mighty chest. She heaved great, pained breaths in an attempt to work up the fury to complete her set. If she gave up now, there would be no shame. Suzy had already shattered not only her personal best at the bench press, but the bench press record for the gym, if not the world.

But it was Suzy. She wouldn't give up. She was a fighter, to the very end.

I thought she would tear herself apart trying to hoist the titanic weight up once more, but she did it. It was all she could do to stop from dropping the barbell across her chest, but with strength pulled from an unknown source, Suzy managed to force jaws from all around to drop in unison. It was possible that Suzy was the strongest human being on Earth.

"Ffffuuuucccckkkk!" Suzy howled, pulling the bar down for the final rep, the Rep Heard 'Round the World. Gritting her teeth, she breathed heavily. With all the effort in the world, she tried to lift up once more, but nothing happened. Her arms wiggled with fatigue. Even with a mighty struggle, she simply lacked the energy. There were less than fumes in Suzy's tank. Suzy managed to keep the bar an inch or so off her chest, but that was it.

"C'mon!" Val shouted in an attempt to boost Suzy enough to finish. "You're so close, don't give up now!"

"One more!" Agnetha yelled. "One more rep! You can do it!"

"You've got it, Suzy!" I added. Others in attendance offered similar backing. Like Popeye and his Spinach, Suzy seemed to gain strength from our cheers.

"Yes..." Suzy roared, hefting the bar up a few more inches. "...I..." Suzy's muscles detonated in size from the surge of invigoration coursing through her. "...DO!!" The bar thrust upwards in a tidal wave of Amazonian strength. Suzy's war cry was long and loud, proclaiming herself the victor and strongest among us. Valentina lunged forward and assisted Suzy in racking the weight before she let it fall on her chest. The Dark Seductress slumped in sheer exhaustion on the bench, rubbery arms falling to the floor. Huge breaths caused her pecs to jolt up and down from her open mouthed swallows of precious air.

Unbalanced laughter began bubbling up from Suzy's throat. Her weariness had made her justifiably loopy, but her sheer elation at shattering a personal best was a wonderful drug, and Suzy was high as a kite on endorphins. Speedballing on ecstasy forced her to alternate between slightly crazy and sinister guffaws to tears of mad joy. She had done the impossible. The day was hers.
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[Jeremy Lightning]

Wow! That was an awesome read again! First of all, I love how far Suzy has come strength wise, back a couple of weeks or months before, I think it could be concluded that she was the weakest of the girls, but now, she's bench pressing 300 pounds more than Val's max for reps! I also like how far the relationship between Agnetha, Suzy and Val has come compared to when they first met. I also love that this chapter was basically all about the girls competing for the guy's attention and affection by showing him their immense strength and muscle, which again, makes our unnamed protagonist the luckiest man in all of existence! Really, this storyline has been one of my favorite to read since you started and this chapter only enhanced that feeling for me. Keep up the great work! k+!

[NinjaStar]

Hey, sorry for the delay. But I'm on a fucking roll with this extra long chapter. Thanks to all who took the time to review. It's a pleasure to write for you guys. Poddy, when are you gonna grace us with another chapter of Natalie and the Pump Suit?

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With a hiss of effort, Suzy sat up, looking at once haggard and radiant. Her uniquely styled black hair was plastered with sweat to her equally perspiry forehead. Wincing from the soreness of her supremely pumped body, Suzy clasped her gloved hands in front of herself and flexed. She was a blow up doll. Every inch of her was swollen with incredibly massive sinew threatening to burst from her slick, shiny, and reddened skin. A network of veins bulged beneath her dermis, feeding blood into her mighty thews.

At the sight of her triumphantly curling her huge, glistening cannons into a display of dominance, the gathered audience cheered. Buoyed by this celebration of her Amazonian qualities, Suzy burst up to her feet to face the adoring fans, and hit one hell of a most muscular pose, snarling with a sexy fierceness. She loved to be admired and unabashedly basked in the adulation. Despite the soreness of her muscles, Suzy posed for her fans, their maddened, slavering worship driving her to show off her glorious physique. A sea of light washed over Suzy when the crowd took out their cameras and took pictures. Suzy invited Valentina and Agnetha to pose with her, the heat was really turned up.

The Amazons eagerly flexed their bodies for the crowd, their enthusiastic cheers spurring them on to pose despite the sore throbbing in their powerful thews. Caught up in the fury of showing off, their swelling muscles literally began bursting from their clothes. It began with one of Suzy's socks popping open around her calves mid-flex. Suzy's calves were both the size of a human head, bloated with strength and blood. The black fabric had been stretched to the limit around over thirty inches of solid, tanned muscle to the point where individual threads had already popped. Like a banana, the sock peeled away from her massive calf-muscles, displaying the swelling of tissue in it's sharply defined glory. Determined not to be outdone, her other calf exploded her other sock with focus and dedication.

Agnetha's white muscle-shirt was painted on her marble-sculpted torso showing off her lavishly muscled physique like a second skin. Sweat caused the fabric to cling to her skin, becoming translucent in some areas displaying the blood-engorged peachy skin beneath. When she hit a rear lat-spread, a loud rip was heard, and great heaping portions of her thickly muscled back was displayed to the crowd. Agnetha wasn't exactly happy with this turn of events. She liked that shirt and had just bought it not too long ago, she explained. Nevertheless, the Valkyrie pressed on, showing off the hard work of her hulking body with aplomb.

Valentina's pink half-tank top was a grizzled old veteran that had seen many workouts. The integrity of the fabric was thread-bare, with many small fissures and fraying becoming evident not too long ago. It had once been a bright, colorful, and somewhat loose addition to her gym attire, but in recent times became faded and beaten up as her body grew into it. It had been skin tight a few months ago, but now was struggling to hold onto dear life. A few rips had already popped open across her back before, but over the course of her punishing workout, a powerful squall of muscle was coming through. Despite all expectations, even though the rips on her back got bigger while she flexed. It was the neckline that gave way. Flexing her enormous chest, the surge of muscle tissue pressed against the fabric a little too vigorously, and ended up displaying great amounts of pec cleavage to the delight of many in the audience. Rolling with it, Val hulked out of her shirt grabbing onto it, and pulling the sweat-soaked cotton corpse off her gigantic body with contemptuous ease like it were scraps of tissue paper.

The crowd just ate it up. Three hulking goddesses of strength stood before them demanding their worship and they gave it freely.
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I showered alone in the men's locker room some time after the impromptu floor show ended. The Amazons were sweaty and tired, and even though they loved the attention, they collectively agreed that a shower was the ticket. Unfortunately, I was not allowed to accompany them into the women's locker room. As I washed, I could only imagine what was going on in there....

Hulking, pumped, veiny muscles glistening in the steamy mist and dripping with water. Strong, practiced hands running over the bulging landscape of their bodies, feeling every swell of sinew, taking in the thrumming power within their bodies...

I sighed, feeling like a drug addict who was jonesing for a hit. I knew that I was going to get incredibly high later, but I wanted that right now. The shower ended, and I went to my locker where I had the foresight to stash some spare clothes. I dried off with a towel that I also kept in my locker, put on some deodorant and dressed in dry clothes. My sweaty, stinky clothes would have to be taken home at some point, but I was feeling a wave of procrastination come over me.

As I closed my locker, I felt a presence to the left of me. A man stood there. To my immense relief, he was wearing clothes but his sudden appearance and bizarre look on his face freaked me out and I jumped involuntarily.

"...Are you being helped?" I asked after he stared at me for a beat, quirking a brow in his general direction.

"You're that guy that is doing those three musclegirls, aren't you?" He asked, voice hushed with reverent awe.

"Yeah, I guess I am ...doing them. What of it?" I replied, looking perturbed at his question. A look of desperation came over his face and he took a supplicant step towards me, causing me to back up a step.

"How did you do it?" He implored.

"What do you mean 'how'?" I asked, thoroughly confused. "I just got lucky, I guess. The redhead, Valentina, is my girlfriend-girlfriend. The other two are just kinda part of the deal."

That wasn't the answer he was looking for. "Yeah, but how did you get in with what's-'er-name?"

"Valentina, you mean. I dunno. I just talked to her one day, and boom. Girlfriend," I replied simply. In truth, it really was like that.
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When I met Valentina a few years ago, when she was much slimmer than she is now. She was still built like Ms. Olympia, and was easily the most muscular woman I had ever seen in my life. Little did I know I would watch her blow the fuck up. Shortly after we began dating, she was 'only' one-eighty, with seventeen inch biceps, a far cry from the mass monster she became. On the day we met, there was an art fair downtown. The streets were lined with stalls of vendors selling grossly overpriced, heavily greasy fried food, arts, crafts, trinkets, knick-knacks, and other crap, and there were great throngs of people milling about, looking divest themselves of their money to take home some kitschy wind-chimes made out of old cans of Stroh's, or little glass figurines of animals or something equally worthless.

I had come to the art fair as a way to clear my head. I had gone through a bad break-up with my old girlfriend, a woman that I had strong feelings for. She had reacted badly when I revealed to her that I had a fetish for muscular women. Up to that point, things were great. I had managed to convince her to go to the gym and pump iron. She was fit and sexy with tight, rippling abs, strong, smoothly muscled legs, and an amazing, round ass and I was happier than a clam that I had a hot, strong, sexy woman as a girlfriend. One day, her natural feminine curiosity got the better of her and she hacked into my normally locked and encrypted computer to find gigs and gigs of photos, videos, stories and other paraphernalia devoted to muscular women. 

She confronted me when I got home that evening, and went berserk. I was angry that she went snooping in my stuff, but I didn't understand why she was so upset. She had transformed from a good-looking, but soft and slightly doughy woman into an amazing-looking leggy, athletic, powerfully muscled Amazon and she loved it. Her confidence level had boosted enormously after she saw the eminent results of working out and getting fit. She loved that I was incredibly turned on by her body and her abilities, but she was accusing me of all sorts of vile crap. She lambasted my fetish as 'sick,' that I had tricked and used her, and so on and so forth.

She didn't want to hear any explanation I had to give, despite asking me to explain myself. When her rage was spent, she left me, wishing me the worst. I was utterly stunned, and hopelessly depressed. I had plans to marry that woman, but now it was all over. I never saw her again.

Just as well. If I was with her, I never would have met Valentina, having no real cause to go to the art fair that day. I hated crowds, so the art fair was the last place I would be caught dead. Maybe I was hoping to pick a fight, because I remember being in an absolutely foul mood. Maybe I was hoping to get lost. Who could say? Cutting through the park in the center of town, something caught my eye.

An incredibly beautiful young woman with long, vibrantly red hair was getting drawn by a caricaturist. Her eyes were large, expressive, full of light and joy, and were the deepest shade of blue that I had ever seen. Her face was cut like a model's, with a gorgeous, symmetrical bone structure, high cheekbones, and a strong, but ultimately feminine jaw. She was a pale beauty, the kind that never tans well, but her face and shoulders were dotted prominently with freckles. Her lovely, sensual lips were curled into a small little smile of amused anticipation as she waited for the artist to finish with her portrait.

But despite her great beauty, what knocked me for a loop was how muscular she was.

She was flexing her arms in a double-bicep pose while seated on a stool the artist had for his muse to rest upon. Her arms were powerfully muscled with large bicep peaks, meaty triceps, and forearms like Popeye wished he had. Crammed into a billowy, but attractively cut sundress the color of the sun and flip-flops, her mighty body had a thickly corded neck, prominent traps, broad, powerful shoulders of round, striated sinew, a deeply, solidly muscled chest, and flaring, widely spread lats that resembled wings. Her legs were hidden from view, but I could tell from the contours of the thin fabric of her dress as it rested in her lap that powerful muscles rippled beneath. Every so often, she pumped her arms to ease the cramping in holding her pose for so long. As I said, she was the most muscular woman I had ever seen in my life. I had no idea that she would get even bigger than that in the coming years.

A crowd had gathered to stare at the Amazon, brazenly flaunting her strength and sexiness for all to see. She seemed to revel in the gawking, the whispering, the slack-jaws. And my jaw was certainly slack at the sight of this goddess descended from the heavens to taunt me. Though I was one of many, her royal blue gaze met mine alone out of the crowd. Her smile deepened, flashing large, perfect teeth and prominent dimples in her freckled cheeks. I was utter enamored at the sight of this woman, but I must've smiled back because she blushed demurely. The artist patiently reminded her not to move several times, but every so often, her blue eyes came back to mine, and she seductively flexed her muscles for me.

When all was said and done, the caricaturist revealed his work. Her drew her in a style typical of people in his trade, with a big head and little body, but no amount of goofy proportions could distort the beauty of her smile, or the lusciousness of her muscles. She was amused by his work, and gladly paid him for the portrait. Flirtatiously, the redhead sauntered away, setting me alight with those royal blue flames she called eyes. A small, but interested smile curled her gorgeous lips.

As she walked away with a seductive, hip rolling gait, she looked over her meaty shoulder at me, silently inviting me to follow. Steeling myself, I chased after the Amazon, and the rest, as they say, is history.
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[NinjaStar]

Coming back to reality, I realized I had locked into flash back mode. I wasn't at the art fair circa the summer of 2008 any more, but in the men's locker room at The Amazon Gym of present day. The guy was staring at me expectantly, as if a great fount of wisdom was about to come pouring out of my mouth. I blinked at him, and he stared unblinkingly at me.

"That's it," I said at last.

"No, no there's gotta be more to it than that!" He practically shouted.

"Alright, calm down, chief. There's really nothing more to it than that. I met her, I talked to her, I got her number, then I took her out. She liked me enough to continue dating me, and voila," I replied. The guy's shoulders slumped.

"It's just not fair," he groaned.

"What's your boggle, citizen? What are you having trouble with?" I really didn't see what was so hard about meeting women. I never really had a problem with that, not to brag. Just talk to them, listen to what they have to say with genuine interest, and tell them they look amazing.

"I don't know. Every time I look at a woman with big muscles I turn into a slobbering wreck. Words come out jumbled, and I can't think straight," The guy complained. "I must look like a total loser in front of them, and I lose my nerve."

"Ah, a Nervous Nellie," I replied sagely. "Remember, confidence is a man's most attractive feature. If you don't have that, then you'll get nowhere, fast."

"Easy for you to say," he grumbled crossly. "You hit the jackpot. Falling ass-backwards into hot Amazon pussy like that."

"And how do you think I got my foot in the door?" I retorted. "I can't promise you that you'll get to have a foursome or even a threesome, but it's not impossible to met a hot muscle mama. You got one in mind?"

"...Yeah," he answered, shyly.

"Is she here, right now?" I pressed.

"I think so. She was when I came into the locker room." I took the guy by the shoulder, and bade him to show me. He told me his name, Jeff, when I asked him, and he pointed out a tall, heavily thewed brunette working her meaty triceps. I recognized her from Themyscira. Her name was Amanda and she was a bartender. She was taller than Valentina by a few inches with long chestnut colored hair, hazel eyes, and full, luscious lips. Her muscles were very big, prominently displaying her power beneath her gorgeous, creamy skin. She wasn't as muscular as any of the Amazons I consorted with, but she was getting there.

I knew she was single, because Amanda had unabashedly flirted with me my very first night at the club. I distinctly remember how she was coming out of her shirt, the merest movement causing a tsunami of muscle tissue to rip the tortured fabric of her shirt. I respectfully declined her not so veiled invitation to her bed, given my current relationship. Valentina honestly didn't mind when she found out later, because she found Amanda just as attractive as I did. Amanda, however, wasn't into girls or too keen on sharing, and, ironically, declined our shared invitation to join in. There was no bad blood between us. She and Val became fast friends, and I enjoyed a playful, flirtatiously bantering friendship with her as well.

"Oh, yeah. That's Amanda," I said, as he pointed her out.

"Oh, god, you fucked her too?!" Jeff nearly shouted, becoming despondent.

"Be quiet, dude. No. I didn't have sex with her. I know her from...work." I finished that sentence lamely, shiftily darting my eyes about. Themyscira was a poorly kept secret, but a secret nevertheless. I didn't know if Jeff even knew of its existence, and I wasn't about to be the one to tell him. "She's a really cool girl. Real easy to talk to. And she's sin-gle," I said, ending in a sing-songy voice, hoping it would cheer Jeff up.

"Are you sure?" Jeff asked desperately.

"Positive. Go get her, champ." Jeff fussed and stressed, wringing his hands for a bit before growing a pair and walking over. I grabbed the neck of his shirt before he got too far.

"What?" Jeff inquired, suddenly more nervous.

"First rule of asking an Amazon out; never get between them and iron, food, or sleep," I recited, speaking from experience. I purposefully left out sex, knowing how horny Amanda got. I hoped that Jeff would learn that one for himself. But yes, it was a good idea to keep a safe distance from a muscle goddess while she was in the middle of pulling down twice your body weight while pumping her triceps.

"You said 'go get her,'" Jeff complained in annoyance.

"I did," I admitted apologetically, "But let her finish her set first."

Amanda pulled down an incredible amount of weight, making those slabs of beef she called triceps swell with power. After nearly two-dozen reps, she carefully released the bar, letting the enormous rack of plates rest before removing and resetting the lock for the next person. Amanda groaned and winced, stretching her sore, supremely pumped muscles.

"Now?" Jeff implored.

"Yes, go, now!" I whispered, sharply, pushing him off in her direction. Amanda was facing us, but not looking in our direction. She toweled off the sweat from her monumental frame, allowing me time to go into Solid Snake mode. I hit the gym floor, and stealth crawled past machines as Jeff strode over to the huge brunette. I probably looked incredibly stupid doing do, but that wasn't important. I didn't want Amanda to see me, and wreck Jeff's flow, if he managed to drum any up. I wanted to hear the interaction between them, and maybe make like Cyrano de Bergerac if needed.

I pressed up against a machine in a crouch positioned behind the titanic woman. She had noted his advance, and was eying him with amused curiosity. Jeff's face was red with embarrassment, and he very nearly stumbled before standing before Amanda. She towered commandingly over him by at least a head, standing at least twice as broad at the shoulder. She wore a gray sports bra and matching booty shorts. Her mighty muscles were swollen, shiny with sweat and veiny.

"Um..." He eloquently began, making me literally facepalm.

"Um..." Amanda teasingly repeated. I removed my hand to look at them. She was at least amused enough to indulge him. This was good.

"I... uh..." Jeff looked at me, prompting Amanda to look over her massive shoulder. I managed to duck behind the machine in time for her to miss me, popping back around when she turned back around. I motioned for Jeff to continue.

"I c-couldn't help but notice... uh..." Jeff stammered.

"Yes...?" Amanda prompted him. Jeff looked like he was about to pop.

"Oh, the hell with it!" he shouted suddenly, causing both Amanda and I to jump. "I think you're very beautiful and just wanted to say it!"

"Um... well, thanks," Amanda replied, utterly confused by the strange, awkward little guy.

"ASK HER OUT!" I mouthed silently. Jeff nodded slightly, and cleared his throat.

"That's not all I wanted to say," Jeff rambled.
 
"Oh?" Amanda replied, interest piqued once more.

"I was wondering, if it's not being too forward, and if it's not too much trouble, which isn't to say that a beautiful woman like you would have trouble, you understand..." Jeff struggled and floundered. He was blowing it, big time. I moved to give him some more advice, but to his and my own surprise, Amanda gently reached out and placed her deceptively dainty hands on his shoulders reassuringly.

"Calm down, tiger. One thing at a time," Her voice was soothing, and her touch was invigorating. She obviously wanted to give Jeff a chance, no matter how bad he was crapping it up. To my dismay, but I suppose I couldn't really blame him, I noticed his erection bulge through his shorts. I cursed silently, and quickly averted my eyes, wishing I had some bleach handy, or a melon baller. Jeff, however, calmed down immensely.

"Right..." He breathed, full of serenity. "Would you go out with me sometime?"

"That's kind of a tall order, tiger. I don't even know your name," Amanda replied, prompting him. It was clear that she was walking him through this. Maybe she was interested in him, or maybe she took pity on the bumbling doofus. Either way, he was in luck. I hope he really appreciated her efforts at saving his sorry ass.

"Oh! Uh... J-Jeff. Jeff! My name is Jeff!" He sputtered.

"Hmm, Jeff, huh," Amanda parroted, as if sampling his name like a protein shake. She curled her huge guns into a flex. Tremendous peaks sprung upwards. The muscles of her back rippled immensely beneath her shiny, sweaty skin. "You like my muscles, Jeffy?" She purred seductively.

"Yes. Dear god, yes," Jeff answered. Amanda giggled sweetly.

"That's good, because I only go out with guys who like girls with muscles," Amanda spoke intimately. She amorously stepped forward, inviting him to touch her meaty body. Tentatively, Jeff reached out, as if he sensed trouble. When his hands made contact with her hot, sweaty but smooth and scrumptious skin, he could gain perspective on just how big and hard her muscles really were. Amanda was clearly everything Jeff looked for in a woman and then some. She sighed luxuriously as his hands timidly, then eagerly explored the mammoth muscles of her arms.

"Mmm," Amanda purred. "How about my back, Jeffy?" She then turned, and spread her lats. I quickly ducked back behind the machine so she wouldn't see me. It was doubtful she would have noticed me at all. Amanda loved being worshiped, as any Amazon does. Being worshiped by a willing, earnest lover of female muscle was one of the things that Amanda had spoken wistfully at length about. No doubt she had found that in Jeff. It was a win-win.

"Oh my god..." Jeff whispered in utter amazement, examining her heavily muscled back and lats thoroughly.

"Amanda will suffice," She purred teasingly, curling an arm around Jeff's head. He fervently kissed her mountainous bicep, curling his scrawny little arms around her rippling, thickly muscled belly. She closed her eyes and reveled in his veneration of her body, moaning softly when he daringly cupped her breasts and kissed her mighty neck. Amanda turned around, twining her elaborately muscled arms around his neck and pressing her body against his.

"You're cute. You wanna help me do some squats?" Amanda cooed enticingly. Jeff's head bounced up and down like a bobble-head in an earthquake. Amanda giggled and said, "Good, I can't wait to show you just how pumped I can get." And with that, she wrapped an arm around his comparatively slight shoulders while placing one of his hands on her curvaceous ass, leading him away. I stood up from my hiding place and watched them go, feeling all warm and fuzzy. Jeff stole a chance to turn and give me an enthusiastic thumbs-up while grinning ear to ear. I waved at him in acknowledgement and wished him the best of luck.

A heavy arm came down around my shoulders in a similar fashion. Agnetha appeared from out of nowhere, standing besides me, watching the new couple go. Her white-blonde hair was damp and fell loosely around her massive shoulders, coming down in a waterfall of white-gold to the small of her muscled back. She wore a white camisole than was filled to capacity around her massive body and ended mid-belly, and daringly skimpy jean shorts that hugged her exquisite curves while showing off her pillar-like legs in all their glory.

"What was that all about?" Agnetha asked. She smelled like crocus; the intoxicating aroma of her perfume teased my senses and caused my passions to be inflamed. I instictively curled an arm around her slender waist and savored the heat of her body, the steel of her muscles and the softness of her skin.

"Oh, just playing matchmaker," I responded.

"Isn't that Amanda from the club?" She asked. "Who's that she's with?"
 
"Oh, just some guy," I shrugged vaguely. "I just met him."

Another arm came down around my shoulders from the other side. I turned to see Valentina standing to my right, looking just as gorgeous, if not more so than the day we met. Her fiercely red hair was also shaggy and muted with dampness, being slightly darker than usual from the showers. She wore her favorite shirt, a black baby-t shirt emblazoned with big white block letters that said BIG, STRONG, n' SEXY, and pink mesh shorts that hugged her feminine curves wonderfully with the words "South Beach" stenciled on her magnificent, muscled ass. On her shirt, there was a stylized drawing of a female bodybuilder posed like a cheesecake model, seductively curling weights etched underneath the letters. It was cut to show off the belly and the arms. I had bought her that shirt for our anniversary last year along with some other clothing for her from a website that catered to big girls like Valentina. Even though she was bigger than she was when I bought it, it was made out of a stretchy material that was specifically designed to allow for muscle growth. There would be a time when she was just too big for it, but until then, she would wear it with pride. I also remember her being so appreciative that she nearly killed me later that evening fucking my brains out.

My reverie in the locker room and the radiant smile plastered on her lips seized me. I pulled her into a passionate lip-lock out of the blue to her pleasured surprise. Her lips met mine with a passionate hunger that could not be denied. She returned mine passions with an equal zeal, while I savored her sweet taste. Softly moaning, Valentina crushed me to her massive body and redoubled her efforts in kissing me. I reached up and ran my fingers through her messy red hair with one hand, and teased the small of her back with the other. Val's tongue buffeted mine, searching around my mouth as if it had lost something. When she released me an eternity later, Valentina held me close, lips mere electrons from mine.

"What was that for?" She breathed excitedly, chest heaving up and down.

"I was just reminded of how lucky I really was. I love you, Valentina."

Val smiled sweetly, rosy blush taking her freckled cheeks. Tears of joy welled in her deeply blue eyes.

"And I love you, sweetie," She whispered intimately. Our lips met once more, this time even more passionately then the last.

"Oh, Jesus," Suzy's voice popped up, shattering Valentina and mine's romance. Her short, asymmetrical hair was spiked with some sort of glittery gel. Naturally, she dressed in solid black. A black wide-necked shirt stretched around her massive torso with the words SEX INSTRUCTOR emblazoned boldly across her chest. It was a truly huge shirt in order to billow out like that, and not be like a second skin. The neckline hung diagonally across, revealing one massively muscled shoulder entirely. The hem of the shirt ended just under her ribs to show off her rippling, bejeweled belly. Black leggings hugged her lower body, which seemed strangely conservative for Suzy, until you noticed the multitude of slits that revealed heaping slabs of heavily muscled skin lining the outside of the leggings, and the same wrestling boots from earlier. Hints of her g-string rose above the low waistband of her leggings.

"I told ya, she's like a bloodhound. She'd find the skinny little runt, and shove her tongue down his throat," Suzy quipped.

"I don't know. I thought it was sweet. They were having a moment, and you ruined it, you evil bitch," Agnetha commented, smirking wickedly at our embarrassment. "However sweet, it's rude to leave us out, don't you think?"

"Very rude. I'm incredibly offended," Suzy replied, grinning the whole time.

Valentina, letting go of her embarrassment, smiled and played along. She seized me, and hid me behind her tremendous bulk. I 'timorously' peered over Valentina's muscle-engorged shoulder at the slowly advancing Amazons.

"In order to get to him, you'll have to go through me!" The mighty redhead announced, puffing up her massive chest, nose high in the air.

"Oh really?" Suzy replied.

"I assure you, that was our intention to begin with!" Agnetha pounced, locking horns with her former nemesis. Valentina seized the hulking blonde in a powerful bearhug and lifted her off the ground. Agnetha struggled but couldn't seem to break Val's hold on her.

"Put her down, freckles!" Suzy growled in 'anger.' "Give me the boy, and we'll forgive you for being selfish!"

"Never!" The fire-haired heroine announced, tossing a surprised Agnetha into Suzy's waiting arms. The Dark Seductress cradled the Valkyrie like a husband would a wife as he carried her across the threshold. Agnetha overcame her shock and realized that it wasn't so bad in Suzy's mighty arms.

"Ooh, my savior!" She purred, pulling Suzy into a lustful kiss. Suzy hummed pleasurably and returned Agnetha's affections.

"Mmm," Suzy moaned, peeling her lips away from Agnetha's. "Never mind," She said to Valentina, earning a chuckle from the both of us before kissing a giggling Agnetha once more. Agnetha threw her arms around Suzy's massive neck and they deep-throated each other.

"My heroine..." I purred, sidling up next to Valentina's mighty body. Val effortlessly scooped me up into her beefy arms, much like Suzy had Agnetha. "Did I ever tell you how strong and sexy you are?"

"Mmm, all the time, baby," Valentina breathed sensually. "But I still like to hear it..."

And with that, she pulled me into one more intimate, carnal, tongue filled kiss before we left the Gym for the day.
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[NinjaStar]

As a group we decided to adjourn to Suzy's loft as it was nearest to the Gym. I had been to Suzy's place before, but it still amazed me how decadent and self-indulgent her place was. Suzy lived at the top of a high-rise apartment building downtown in a huge loft that must be ridiculously expensive. Suzy no doubt paid for it with the exorbitance fees she charged for sessions. I think I remember her telling me that it cost a schmoe upwards of $10,000 to have an hour or two with her. She only had a few clients, but they were loyal, addicted, and obscenely rich. As such, she didn't have to work a real job and could live the good life. This supplemented by the money she earned at the club paid for this place in spades.

Her apartment was one huge open room separated by levels, with the exception of her lavish bathroom. Massive picture windows let natural light in supplemented by skylights and track lighting to illuminate the place. A truly massive LED screen TV hung on one wall, and a sumptuous matching set of leather couches and chairs sat in the living room. There was a mahogany dining table with matching chairs in the dining area. A stripper pole was positioned underneath the uppermost level where Suzy's bedroom was. Next to the pole was a huge sound system and a series of comfortable plush leather chairs. She had a lot of art dedicated to herself given as gifts by her boy-toys. A huge painting hung on one wall of herself wearing a skimpy leather bikini and knee-high stiletto boots using a slavering old man as a footstool, presumably one of her clients.

A larger-than-life sized marble statue of a nude Suzy as a massive armed Venus de Milo greeted visitors walking into her apartment. It was about eight feet tall, and quite realistic all things considered.

Several smaller bits of art that celebrated the muscular female form dotted the rest of the apartment, but what caught my eye was an octaptych of large, black and white photos of a tastefully nude Suzy and myself on the uppermost level, hanging above Suzy's bed. The photos were taken by Annie, and a copy of the work was hanging at Themyscira. I had also posed with Valentina, Agnetha, Annie herself, and a few other Amazons for the session. Val and I had a similar octaptych adorning the wall above our bed, as did Agnetha. Suzy posed as a fiercely dominant Amazon (surprise surprise) and I was her subservient slave. The only article of clothing I wore was a studded dog-collar attached to a chain.

The pictures told the story of a mighty Amazon taking her lover despite his protestations. She loomed over me menacingly in the first pic, and I was posed on my back at her feet, shielding my face from possible harm. In the second, she shouted at me, crushing my chest beneath her foot. In the third, Suzy picked me up by the collar and threatened me with her bicep. The fourth picture showed me between her leg scissors, with an exaggerated look of despaired pain on my face while Suzy grinned evilly. I mused on that last one. Suzy was really squeezing me in that one even though Annie told us to just pretend. What a psychopath. The fifth picture was from behind, Suzy flexing her biceps while straddling me, a look of awed fear on my face. I was a decent actor, I thought. The sixth picture showed Suzy and I engaged in 'coitus' (in reality my thing was taped to my leg), with her on top, head thrown back in ecstasy while she crushed my body beneath her, and my face buried between her huge pecs. In the seventh, was the Amazon's climax. Suzy's arms were curled around my chest, squeezing the life out of me. I looked scared, because she really did try to break my ribs, or so I thought. Suzy maintained that she wasn't really squeezing all that hard and that I was just a wuss, but I know what I felt. In the eighth and the last photo, was Suzy straddling my lifeless body, flexing her biceps and kissing one of them in triumph over crushing another lover.

The photo sessions were meant to depict all aspects of Amazonian women. Suzy naturally jumped at the chance to beat me up and chose to be a dominatrix. Valentina and I posed for a softer, sweeter session in which the Amazon lovingly engaged in a worshipful sex act with her man culminating in me resting my head on her pecs, clinging to her much more muscular frame for protection while she looks down lovingly at me, arm curled around my frame holding me close to her body. Agnetha chose to do a series of comparison pics, showing her outmuscling me in several poses, showing the dichotomy between our two physiques and celebrating clear female superiority. The final pic in that set was me clinging to Agnetha's hugely muscled leg, looking up in awe at her mighty physique, while she looks down at me with a smug smirk of superiority.

Annie and I were gladiators engaged in mortal combat on her set with her killing me and striking a pose similar to the Amazon warrior statue in the lobby of the club, standing on my slain corpse, challenging the viewer to fight. In the other sets, I was manhandled, wrestled, lifted and carried, saved, crushed, pushed, pulled, and so on and so forth by many other Amazons from the club. The pictures all hung in the long hallway joining the lobby and the dance floor, making me a minor celebrity at Themyscira.

"Home sweet home," Suzy said, tossing her keys on the kitchenette counter. "Shoes," She said, pointing at our feet, letting us know to take them off. I guess she didn't want to scuff up the hardwood floor.

"I'll never get over this place," Valentina said, taking it all in.

"Not even Joseph Stalin had this much art with his face on it," Agnetha quipped, examining a bust of Suzy sitting in an alcove by the door.

"Hardy-fucking-har," Suzy groused. "I can't help it if one of my, er, benefactors thinks showering me with commissioned one of a kind pieces of expensive artwork will win me over." She adopted a regal expression and sniffed, "He just happens to have good taste."

"Ooh, modest," Agnetha continued. "And how much money has he spent on you total?"

"This year, or all together?" Suzy asked for clarification.

Agnetha laughed and spread her hands in conciliation. "Never mind. I don't want to know."

"Should I feel inadequate?" I inquired towards Suzy. The dark Seductress smiled, sauntering over to me. She threw her massive arms around my body.

"Don't worry, Skinny. He's got money. That's about it," She purred, pulling me into her sexually aggressive kiss. "You're much, MUCH, better than he is." Her hands traced down my chest until she cupped my manhood gently. "And if it's any consolation, you're much, much bigger than he is too."

"Well, at least I've got somethings on Uncle Moneybags," I replied. My concentration was interrupted by a sudden blast of music from Suzy's sound system. The speakers were crystal clear, with a full rich sound.

"How about a little mood music?" Valentina announced, turning the stereo on, and music started playing before she fumbled with the dial. She couldn't seem to find an appropriate station, accidentally settling on a polka channel that was ripping off a raucous rendition of "Clarinet Polka."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Suzy complained.

"Mmm, I don't know. I could get down with this!" Valentina grinned playfully, sexily shaking her gorgeous ass to the music.

"You would," Suzy quipped.

"You're just jealous because you can't dance," Val retorted, waggishly sticking her tongue out and gyrating like a sexed up stripper to the dissonant folk music. Suzy stuck up her middle finger at Valentina in response. The redhead yanked me from Suzy's grasp. "Dance with me," She purred, grinding her beefy body on me. I was a terrible dancer, but Valentina moved with grace and sensuality belying her tremendous size. She noted me watching her, and worked her way closer to me to give me a better view, her royal blue eyes half-veiled in pleasure and her sensual lips curled into a sexy smile, as she worked it.

"Sorry, I'm not listening to this," Agnetha said, quickly changing the channel. However, there was nothing but dead air, or garbled static on the next few stations. Suzy and Valentina groaned at the noise.

"The polka was better," Suzy quipped.

"Speaking of polka," Valentina joined in, giggling at the feeling of my massive erection sprouting up in my pants. She reached down and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Yeah, yeah," Agnetha replied, waving off our sarcasm. "I can't seem to find the--ah! Here we go!" She turned over to the station she wanted. Sensual, throbbing club music filled the room, prompting an excited and girlish squeal from Valentina who resumed her sexually charged dancing, but for real this time.

"I love this station!" She announced, pushing me into one of the plush leather chairs positioned near Suzy's stripper pole. She ran her fingers through her flame-colored hair and letting her hips do the talking.

"Ah, W-SEX 69.1, the All Strip-Club Station," I snarked, unable to take my eyes off the rippling muscles of Valentina's belly as she danced in my face.

"Shush, sweetie. You know you like this..." She murmured, her rippling abs dancing with every lustful movement of her sexy hips. I reached out to touch her, but she stopped my hands, and straddled me, giving me a lap dance. "No touching the dancers, sweetie," Val giggled, forcing my hands behind my back.

Suzy, despite Valentina's earlier jab about being terrible, was also a very sexy dancer. She lacked some of Valentina's grace, but made it up in sheer sexuality. She slid on over, letting the rhythm take her, bringing her titanic body close to Valentina. Curling her arm around Val's slender waist, Suzy ground on Val from behind.

"Ooh!" The redhead giggled, accepting Suzy's hugeness against her own body. As one, they gyrated to the beat, letting the sensual rhythm take over. Valentina carefully peeled off her shirt then her shorts, leaving her in only a tiny little g-string. She sexily tossed her clothes over to me. I caught them and took a deep whiff of her flowery scent. Val's nearly nude body rippled mightily with sinew. Every movement, no matter how small, caused waves of flexing muscle to swell and twitch beneath her milky, freckled skin. Val danced on her taller, dark haired lover with an eroticism that would make anyone a believer in muscular women. Suzy grabbed great handfuls of Valentina's nude body, eliciting moans of excited arousal from both Amazons.

Agnetha sat next to me, watching the scene with prurient interest, the same as me.

"Here she goes..." She purred, gasping in lust, stroking her soft, silky white-gold hair.

"She's amazing," I concurred.

With that, Valentina spun away from Suzy, taking a hold of the stripper pole. The pole itself was highly reinforced titanium and very securely anchored to the ground and ceiling. It had to be, because Valentina's weight didn't budge it, and her tremendous strength didn't cause any warping. She swung her mighty body around the pole with the nimble grace of a woman a fraction of her size. With her huge upper body strength, Valentina spun around the pole taking her feet off the ground, legs split completely apart. Valentina slid to the ground, still doing the splits, arms reaching seductively behind her head. She ground her womanhood on the hardwood floor, all the while fucking me with her eyes. From beneath the thin black fabric of her moistening g-string, Valentina's huge clit sprung forth with authority. She was just as aroused as her captivated audience by her performance.

With surprising agility, she got back to her feet from a sinuous handstand into a cartwheel, and slowly sauntered over to Agnetha. The blonde eagerly leaned back into her chair, accepting the lusty redhead onto her lap. Valentina ground up and down on Agnetha's imaginary cock, sending ripples of pleasure reverberating through both of their immense bodies. Agnetha placed her hands on Valentina's hips, assisting her in their pretend sex act. They lustfully stared into each other's eyes as they fucked, lips hovering microns apart.

Valentina flexed her muscles and Agnetha eager worshiped them. Her lips kissed the behemoth domes of Valentina's biceps, the mighty slabs of her pecs, the thickness of her neck and traps, and the bowling-ball swelling of her shoulders. Valentina hopped out of Agnetha's lap, slowly spinning around while working her hips to the beat. With her back to Agnetha, Valentina began twerking sexily, popping that booty, bending over completely straight legged. Agnetha's hands rested on Valentina's round, muscled ass as she shook it like a rap video vixen. Agnetha tried to peal off Val's little thong, but the dancing redhead playfully slapped her hands away and danced back over to me.

Val danced in front of me, strictly for my pleasure. She placed my hands on her ass, and buried my face into her rippling abs. Unlike Agnetha, she didn't prevent me from grabbing onto her skimpy underwear. Instead, she danced her way out of her thong as I pulled it down around her ankles. Now completely nude, Val pressed me back into my seat. She ground her nude wetness against my hard cock in a simulation of sex, throwing her head back in a gasp of ecstasy. The weight of her body, the heat of her skin and breath, the scent of her perfume, and the stimulation of my manhood was too much. I was feeling a powerful orgasm welling up inside me while she dry humped my cock.

"Fuck me, baby..." Val purred into my ear, nibbling on my neck. I cried out from sheer orgasmic bliss, wrapping my arms around her huge, undulating body. She never relented, mercilessly fucking me through my clothes. I was so close.

"I want you," Valentina whispered ardently. "I want your big cock inside me. Fuck me, baby, fuck me!"

"I'm gonna cum..." I whispered back, unable to help myself.

"Mmm..." Val purred, lips against my ear. "Cum for me..."

"Goddess!" I rasped, tears streaming down my cheeks, nibbling on her bulging shoulder. "I'm...! I-"

"Shhh..." Val cooed erotically. "Cum for me..."

I could only do as she commanded. My cobra spit its venom the second her sensual lips caressed my neck. I squeezed Valentina's huge frame, my whole body locking into a fierce climax. I was lost in orgasmic heaven, and Valentina was my guardian angel. I came so powerfully, I fainted. The last conscious memory I had was of Valentina's beauteous face and the words "Cum for me," whispered on those sensual lips.
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More to come

[Jeremy Lightning]

Another awesome chapter! Great stuff, I sort of look at myself as being sort of like Jeff, I would never have the confidence to approach an Amazon like Amanda, without encouragement, so good to see him (the main male character) play matchmaker. Amanda seems like a great girl and Jeff is a very lucky guy. Not as lucky as the main guy, but very lucky anyway. k+!

[Poddy]

As much as I love your descriptions of muscle and scorching sexual encounters, it's the great dialogue that actually really makes this story for me. You've clearly got a real talent for it and it definitely adds to the story. Excellent stuff mate K+

[NinjaStar]

Fucking writer's block.
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"Uh oh, I think you broke him."

"Wow. That was a helluva thing. Is he alright?"

"I don't know. That's never happened before."

"I guess you're too much for him, Vally."

"Not really helping, Suzy."

"What? It's not my fault he passed out..."
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Her fiery red hair blazed in the bright sunlight. Her intoxicating perfume teased my nose. It was a familiar, flowery scent that seemed to be suited for her, and her alone. I couldn't identify it. It was a heavenly, flowery scent than reminded me of a warm, sunny day atop a rolling green hilltop in a pasture laden with wildflowers somewhere perfectly idyllic, far from civilization. We chose to get away from it all, just her and me. Out in the country, we chose a spot we know we can be alone, just the two of us.

Laying with the red-haired Amazon in the grass, we consummate our love beneath a perfect blue sky. When I closed my eyes, I could clearly see the vibrant, fiery color of her hair in the sunlight, her nude, muscular body laying beneath me, her skin glowing in the lazy afternoon sun. Her muscles fill my hands well past their gripping capacity. Her soft moans of pleasure encouraging me to explore her great expanse with my hands and mouth. We couple, not for the first time, and certainly not the last. Our parts slide together perfectly as if they were lock and key. The look on her face is one of beautiful, desirous agony as I penetrate her. Her eyes are deep pools of azure filled with love and a fierce lust for me that only inspires me onwards into wonderful oblivion.

I feel every explosive contour of her body, the sweet taste of her lips and skin, the radiant warmth of her closeness, hear her voice singing in orgiastic glee and whispering sweet devotions of love into my ear. I see her face glowing with passionate love for me. I see her eyes half-veiled in pleasure, the gentle smile spreading across her sensual lips telling me volumes of how she feels about me without needing to hear a word. We make love for hours, our passions bolstering our stamina. She climaxes, exploding in a song meant only for me to hear; a devotional Amazonian love ballad. The beauty of her song moves me, causing me to join her in orgasmic bliss.

Suffering wonderfully from the residual aftershocks of her climax, the redheaded goddess pulls me in to taste her lips. She whispers to me "I love you..." and kisses me.
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I stirred. What the hell happened? My eyes opened to stare at a high, vaulted ceiling. The octaptych of me and Suzy loomed above, though upside down. I was adrift in a sea of purple silk. Suzy's bed was massive. It was a custom job similar to what Valentina and I had back home. It was made with strong alloys and the frame was rated to withstand a bomb blast. The mattress was also a custom job. It was equivalent to Caesar-sized, but extremely resilient, but very, very luxurious and comfortable. The bed was dressed with expensive silk sheets of a deep royal purple color with gold trim.

I blinked and got my bearings. I realized that I was naked, but curiously, I was alone. I was somewhat disappointed with that. Suzy's apartment was quiet and darker than I remembered it being last. The sky outside was a warm peachy color with the pinks and reds of a beautiful sunset hallmarking the end of the day. That struck me. I must've only been out for a few hours at the most, but it felt like a month.

I wasn't groggy or discombobulated. In fact, I felt pretty good. I'd feel even better with an Amazon or three to snuggle with, but I needed to figure out where said muscular lovelies buggered off too. I threw the huge sail-sized silk sheets off my body and walked over to the railing that counted as a wall for Suzy's bedroom. Nothing down there. Valentina must've dressed. Her clothes weren't all strewn about like they were.

"Y'ello?" I called. "Echo!" Nothing but my voice greeted me back. "If you don't want me to raid your fridge, say something!" Still nothing. "Bitchin'."

I descended the spiral staircase down to the main floor. The stairs ended in Suzy's kitchenette, which was laden with a plethora of shiny, stainless steel gadgetry. All her appliances were very high-tech and looked largely unused. For some reason I didn't see Suzy as much of a homemaker. This corner of her apartment was rather dark, especially since the sun fell behind the cityscape outside. I kicked on the light and was blasted with an explosion of harsh white light.

"Jesus!" I said to no one in particular, blinking away purple spots. There was no reason to have a million watt bulb. For some reason, Bob Seger's "Old Time Rock and Roll" seemed apropos to whistle as I raided Suzy's fridge. Inside were scads of bodybuilder food, jugs of water, prepared meals, but nothing really caught my eye. No snackage to be had. Her freezer yielded little either.

Inside her pantry sat jugs and jars and packages of bulking powders, creatines, pills, capsules, but nothing-- oh, wait, what's that? On the bottom shelf, a clear plastic jug of, yuck, wheat pretzels.

"What, they were out of rug shavings at the store?" I snarked. "Fucking wheat pretzels, Suzy? Seriously? How healthy do you need to be? I'm gonna need one of those jugs of water, just to replenish my lifeforce." Grumbling, I took the jug of instant drymouth and snagged one of Suzy's water jugs and dug in, swearing a blue streak. I could feel my body instantly desiccating as I tried to muscle down a few pretzel braids. In one hand I had pretzels, and in the other a jug of water to ease the desert-like conditions in my mouth caused by the damned pretzels.

"Wheat pretzels," I groused, mouth full of pretzel, spitting pretzel shavings everywhere. "Pretzels suck to begin with. But, wheat pretzels? Oh, wow, what a rebel you are, cheating on your diet like that." In our house, we stocked up on lots of muscle food for Valentina but we had a small but adequate selection of junk food "just in case." Valentina didn't indulge often, but she liked her sweets in moderation as much as the next girl. But apparently Suzy's idea of indulgence included these fucking wheat pretzels.

"That's alls I cans stands and I can't stands no more!" I declared to the empty apartment, sealing the pretzels back up and tossing them back whence they came. I chugged water like I had just ran a marathon in the Sahara. I may as well have eaten handfuls of sawdust.

I noticed that my phone was sitting on the kitchen counter. I went over to it and thumbed the pattern to unlock the screen. The wallpaper was an ill-fitting picture of Valentina and I snuggling together. I never quite got the hang of formatting pictures to the right size. I noticed that I had new texts.

"skinny- going out w/the girlz 4 a bit make urself @ home. ground rules: 1. leave my rug alone it rly ties da room 2gether (geddit 'ground rules' i crak meself up LOL). 2. food dun leave the dining area on pain of death. capeesh?? c u in a bit n remember, my hosptiality has a price. i WILL collect. XOXO suze. BTW in case ur 1dering i got ur clothes ha ha so dun get n.e. funny ideas about getting dressed. i like u so much better when ur nekkid n.e.ways." I rolled my eyes at Suzy's horrible texting skills.

"Wish u were here baby. u lookd so cute sleeping didnt wanna disturb u. XOXOXO (1 more than suzy hehe) Valentina." Though Val's texting skills were as bad as Suzy's, her sentiments made me smile. What a sweetie. She attached a picture of herself kissing my sleeping face on the cheek.

"Look at the size of the cumstain on your pants! Looks like lake gitchagoonie." Agnetha attached a photo of herself holding up my pants with a surprised look on her face. I was slumped, pantsless in the chair I passed out in behind her. Indeed, there was a huge stain on the crotch. "Ive just been informed that it's actually lake gitcheegumi, not gitchagoonie. Lake gitchagoonie bullies the other lakes, i guess. Geddit? Anyway, see you soon. Lots of love, Ags XOXOXOXOXOXOXO (beat that freckles!)."

I texted back: "Suzy, where the fuck do you get off having no snacks? Your pantry is a travesty. And dont say 'wheat pretzels' because I'll throw hot coffee in your face." "Vally baby, dreamt about you. Hurry back to me, make it real. Oh and bring some food becuz Suzy doesnt believe in happiness apparently. Luv ya, girl" "Ags I don't think i've ever blown so big a load. My balls are like raisins. Yeesh."

I settled into to Suzy's plush couch after setting down a blanket to sit on and turned on her massive television. The picture was scary clear and the sound was booming. I surfed all 900+ channels. Suzy had lots of movie channels. Ooh! Flash Gordon! I'm in.

"Flash! Ah AH! Savior of the Universe!" I sang along with Freddie Mercury, thoroughly enjoying myself. Flash Gordon was one of my absolute favorites. I caught it about halfway in but nevertheless had a great time watching it for probably the millionth time, hamming it up with Brian Blessed. I owned it on DVD, but anytime it was on TV I would watch it. Same with any of the Back to the Futures, Blade Runner, Tombstone, or The Princess Bride.

After Flash Gordon ended, I surfed for more. There wasn't much on this time of day. All the late night shows wouldn't be on for a few hours yet, and I didn't have a clear direction I wanted to go. Suzy had a different service provider than Valentina and I did. The channels were wonky and out of order compared to what I was used to. All that water I drank decided it had enough hydrating my innards and decided it was time to vamoose. I got up to take a leak and when I returned, I heard keys rattling in the locks.

Naked me greeted the huge women, bringing delight to their faces. They had bags and bags of clothes from the mall. I swear that when girls go out places, it's either to get manicures, conduct witchcraft, or go clothes shopping.

"Well, ladies, it appears you have me at a disadvantage," I said, doing nothing to hide the fact that I was in the altogether.

"Now, that's what I like to see," Agnetha purred, eying me up and down. She gently slapped me on the ass while she passed by. Valentina came up behind her with a sexy grin holding up a bag of Sonic and a large soda. Be still my clogging heart. That's why I loved Valentina.

"Ta-da!" Val chirped. I came up to her, throwing my arms around her waist and kissing her passionately. She moaned softly, especially when my hands went up her shirt and into her shorts.

"You're a life saver," I cooed after we parted lips, referencing the greasy fast food in her hands.

"Only the best for you," Val said, lovingly nuzzling me.

"Don't I get any lovin', Skinny?" Suzy interrupted, lewdly checking me out.

"Absolutely not on account of your shoddy selection of comestibles. I'm going to write a letter to Amnesty International. This is intolerable. I had to endure, under protest mind you, a handful of those awful wheat pretzels just to stop my body from consuming itself," I griped.

"Oh, fuck you very much, little man. Just because I don't put shit into my body, don't get all pissy with me. And I better not find any fuckin' crumbs anywhere, Skinny! I warned you about that! That greasy shit Val bought you doesn't leave the dining area!" Suzy growled. She immediately set out to find evidence of illicit snacking in prohibited areas. Val and I went over to the dining table so I could eat some real food. She sat down and bade me to sit on her heavily muscled lap. How could I resist? She was warm and wonderful.

"C'mere," she purred, pulling my naked body down. She curled her massive arms around me and gave me a gentle squeeze. Her lips grazed my ear and neck wonderfully. "Tell me all about that dream you had..."