1
Muscular Women Art / Re: Charlesyveantoine/RockLogis Collection
« Last post by Guy Rosen on Today at 09:19:03 am »cheers!
Recent Posts
2
Muscular Women Art / Re: Vornado - Personal ART
« Last post by Guy Rosen on Today at 09:16:12 am »Nice!
3
Muscular Women Art / Re: [FemForteFan] PIX+COMIX
« Last post by Guy Rosen on Today at 09:00:49 am »A bit of advice for anyone who uploads files in mass (and this applies to ALL TOPICS)
1. AVOID USING FILE-UPLOAD DOT NET FOR LARGER SIZES.
One of the consistent issues I've been coming across is that every download is easy to interfere with, often falling short and forcing multiple attempts. This is more of an issue with larger sized files, partially due to how the coding for their storage service favors subscription options. If you're going to use File-Upload, make sure to keep them to smaller files, primarily between 10 to 30 Mb., to avoid this issue.
2. MEDIAFIRE IS SOMETIMES FLAGGED AS SUSPICIOUS/DANGEROUS BY SOME BROWSERS
While Mediafire has been a long used site for downloads, their reliance on ads that often carry Malware has put them as an increased liability. If you're going to upload files to Mediafire, be aware that some links will lead to your OS detecting and flagging the site on occasion. If at all possible, choose a site like Mega that allows you to download through a secondary app, particularly for larger sizes over 100 Mb. It will download faster and keep you protected from potentially harmful files and coding.
3. LINKING NOTHING BUT PICTURES IS ANNOYING
We get it. You want Karma because it makes your brain juices give up the happy juice. This isn't Reddit, and you must not farm for likes. On top of that, it's taking up space on this forum's server and only causes huge blocks of scrolling. If you're going to post a comic or a full collection from an artist on here, post some pics as previews and create a download link so that we can get it all in one convenient file like a .zip or .pdf.
Totally agree!
4
Muscular Women Fiction / Re: Hatour's Stories
« Last post by Chainer★ on Today at 08:22:47 am »Musctosterone
By Hatour@aol.com
I finally did it. After ten long years, I was able to isolate the cell that controls muscle growth. It's funny. All this time people thought that testosterone was the key to muscle growth. Well, they were partly right. The cell is found only in a cellular bond with testosterone. For every one musctosterone cell, what I named the cell, there is one testosterone cell.
I also discovered that estrogen has a magnifying effect on musctosterone. Estrogen magnifies a single musctosterone cell three times. Here is a ratio analysis of what might happen if a woman had as much musctosterone as a the average male.
Sex Musctosterone Estrogen Total Effect Average Female 1 3 9 Average Male 4 1 12 Enhanced Female 4 3 36
As you can see, a woman can become four times stronger if she had as much musctosterone as the average male. Steroids never reflected this change because the process that creates testosterone was not able to duplicate all of the musctosterone cell.
How did I come to make this discovery, you might ask? Well I was ranked number one in my class when I graduated from Watsamatta U., with a Biological Chemistry degree. A person contacted me over the Internet with an assignment and a copy of a wire receipt for five million dollars into my account. Sure enough, when I checked my account, there was the five million dollars. This was to fund my research. The anonymous sponsor promised another five million should I be able to accomplish this assignment. So without further contact, I set out to conquer the assignment.
What was the assignment, you ask again? The assignment was in three parts. First, I was to isolate the cell, gene, or what have you that controls muscle growth. Second, I was to find out what the effect was on women. And finally, to find a way to create or duplicate the muscle growth component.
After I was able to extract musctosterone from testosterone, I contacted my sponsor.
(from the online chat)
Hatour: Well I've done it. MuclMdn: Is the effect immediate? Hatour: No, but I suppose I can create a way to accelerate the cell growth in your body and give your body the energy you need to grow. MuclMdn: Great, when will you be able to supply the accelerated version of musctosterone?
Hatour: In about one month.
MuclMdn: Awesome ;-) I'll meet you in one month at 12:00 noon. You should buy a scale and a tape measure, if you don't already have one. Hatour: You know where I live? MuclMdn: Yep. I'll be there at noon on the dot. Hatour: Okay. How much muscle growth cells would you liked injected? MuclMdn: I want as many muscle growth cells as the average man has.
At noon a month later, my doorbell rang. I was shocked to see who was standing before me. I had come to the conclusion that the sponsor was a woman. But, what I was not expecting was a hunched over woman. She explained that she suffered from gigantomastia (tremendously large breasts). However, she was very skinny and at 130 lbs. (58.9 kg), had no muscle to support herself. I figured that 20 lbs.(9.07 kg) of it was from her breasts. Hunched over, she was about my height of 5' 11''(1.803 m), but she was actually 6'6"(1.98 m).
I took her to my lab downstairs. I told her I did not know what it would feel like but, that she might feel growing pains. I prepared the formula and injected it into her. We were disappointed when nothing happened. We waited for an hour and still nothing. I knew I had put enough cells and cell accelerator into the formula. I hypothesized that her body did not have enough energy. I had a glucose iv on hand and put it into her arm.
The reaction was immediate. She stood straight up as if she was shocked. Her arms began to stretch the fabric of her shirt and her breasts began to press hard against her bra. Her baggy pants began to get tight. "Oh God!" she exclaimed. She began to flex her arms. Tighter and tighter her shirt got. Finally, with a rip, her biceps tore through her sleeves like two mountains. Her once toothpick-like arms looked as big as a tree trunks.
Her shoulders began spreading, pulling her shirt tight across her back. Now I could see her lats bulging against her shirt until it tore, at first just in the center. Then the tear crept up towards the collar and down towards the waist. The rip was still growing until finally the shirt was torn into two separate pieces, which hung ragged from her shoulders, revealing her straining breasts against her bra. Her abs were beginning to show size and definition.
Then I noticed her legs. Her calves strained the seams of her pants, then burst through suddenly, shredding the ends of the pants legs as they ballooned into large, diamond-shaped mounds of awesome muscle. With another rip, her pants gave way to her tremendous thighs. She doubled in size almost instantly, but she wasn't done.
Her arms continued to get larger and rounder, as her back became thicker. Her shoulders were becoming larger and wider with every passing second. With a snap, her bra gave way to the increasing size of her pecs and back. Her abs were becoming huge, hard ridges of muscle. Her calves were growing in size and her thighs were increasing in beefy mass. I could not believe my eyes. It was so amazing, it began to turn me on. As I looked at the woman who would put Mr. Olympia to shame continue to grow, I began to grow hard. Her muscles reached a level of definition and mass that equaled the incredible hulk! With a sigh, she stopped growing. Her football sized biceps were countered by her huge, horseshoe-shaped triceps. The beefy arms emerging from colossal shoulders that were each bigger around than a telephone pole. Her large breasts now sat on the thick, slab-like pectorals of her chest. Framing her chest were her immense lats. Her waist didn't appear to have gotten any wider during the transformation but her belly was now a plate of muscle with well-defined grooves cutting through it. Her waist flared down across womanly hips into sweeping, huge thighs of beefy feminine muscularity. The curves of her legs narrowed from titanic thighs down to her knees, then abruptly arced out around her grapefruit sized calves to come back together at her slim ankles.
Not only was she huge, she was cut and hard. Her body had become a human anatomy chart of muscle. Since she had practically no body fat to begin with, it was not hard to believe that you could see every separation in every muscle. The striations in her quadriceps and triceps were unreal. She wasn't hunched over anymore, she was standing fully erect in all her half naked glory, but she was not the only thing standing erect. I was dying to touch her.
We proceeded to weigh her and take her measurements. She now weighed an amazing 440 lbs. (199.5 kg). I asked her to flex every body part a few times to get the blood flowing in the muscles. As she was doing this, I began to caress the body part. We started with her calves. She raised on her toes many times. The rock hard calves flared out from her minuscule ankles. It measured huge 24 in. (60.9 cm). We moved up to her tremendous thighs. She would wiggle the mass of her legs back and fourth, and then suddenly flex them. The sight was nothing short of awesome. Her thighs measured a colossal 46 in. (116.8 cm). Than we moved to her arms. My hand could not fit all the way around her bicep before she flexed it. When her arm was straightened out, I put both my hands around her arm. My fingers didn't even touch. As she flexed her arm, the space between my fingers grew larger and wider. Her arm measure an enormous 23 in. (58.4 cm).
Her breathing grew more shallow and rapid as we went. I could only assume that she was getting as turned on as I was. With a single motion, she grabbed the waist of her jeans and panties, and ripped them off her. The material practically disintegrated in her hand. She grabbed me by my lab coat and hoisted me up. With my feet dangling a full 8 in. (0.2 m) off the ground, she held me at arms length without braking a sweat. This time it was my pants and underwear that disintegrated at her touch. My hard-on was finally free of its suffocating cloth prison.
She inserted me into her. She placed each hand on each of my butt checks. She pumped me up and down. She was using me for a dildo, but boy did it feel great. She was so tight. I could tell that this was her first time. She began to increase the tempo. The sensations are indescribable. Up and down, faster and faster, in and out, in and out. Finally, her orgasm hit. She raised her arms, grasping at the air. I was held up by her vaginal muscles! Every new and immense muscle flexed. I couldn't take it anymore and orgasmed with her.
We fell on the floor and passed out.
The End?
By Hatour@aol.com
I finally did it. After ten long years, I was able to isolate the cell that controls muscle growth. It's funny. All this time people thought that testosterone was the key to muscle growth. Well, they were partly right. The cell is found only in a cellular bond with testosterone. For every one musctosterone cell, what I named the cell, there is one testosterone cell.
I also discovered that estrogen has a magnifying effect on musctosterone. Estrogen magnifies a single musctosterone cell three times. Here is a ratio analysis of what might happen if a woman had as much musctosterone as a the average male.
Sex Musctosterone Estrogen Total Effect Average Female 1 3 9 Average Male 4 1 12 Enhanced Female 4 3 36
As you can see, a woman can become four times stronger if she had as much musctosterone as the average male. Steroids never reflected this change because the process that creates testosterone was not able to duplicate all of the musctosterone cell.
How did I come to make this discovery, you might ask? Well I was ranked number one in my class when I graduated from Watsamatta U., with a Biological Chemistry degree. A person contacted me over the Internet with an assignment and a copy of a wire receipt for five million dollars into my account. Sure enough, when I checked my account, there was the five million dollars. This was to fund my research. The anonymous sponsor promised another five million should I be able to accomplish this assignment. So without further contact, I set out to conquer the assignment.
What was the assignment, you ask again? The assignment was in three parts. First, I was to isolate the cell, gene, or what have you that controls muscle growth. Second, I was to find out what the effect was on women. And finally, to find a way to create or duplicate the muscle growth component.
After I was able to extract musctosterone from testosterone, I contacted my sponsor.
(from the online chat)
Hatour: Well I've done it. MuclMdn: Is the effect immediate? Hatour: No, but I suppose I can create a way to accelerate the cell growth in your body and give your body the energy you need to grow. MuclMdn: Great, when will you be able to supply the accelerated version of musctosterone?
Hatour: In about one month.
MuclMdn: Awesome ;-) I'll meet you in one month at 12:00 noon. You should buy a scale and a tape measure, if you don't already have one. Hatour: You know where I live? MuclMdn: Yep. I'll be there at noon on the dot. Hatour: Okay. How much muscle growth cells would you liked injected? MuclMdn: I want as many muscle growth cells as the average man has.
At noon a month later, my doorbell rang. I was shocked to see who was standing before me. I had come to the conclusion that the sponsor was a woman. But, what I was not expecting was a hunched over woman. She explained that she suffered from gigantomastia (tremendously large breasts). However, she was very skinny and at 130 lbs. (58.9 kg), had no muscle to support herself. I figured that 20 lbs.(9.07 kg) of it was from her breasts. Hunched over, she was about my height of 5' 11''(1.803 m), but she was actually 6'6"(1.98 m).
I took her to my lab downstairs. I told her I did not know what it would feel like but, that she might feel growing pains. I prepared the formula and injected it into her. We were disappointed when nothing happened. We waited for an hour and still nothing. I knew I had put enough cells and cell accelerator into the formula. I hypothesized that her body did not have enough energy. I had a glucose iv on hand and put it into her arm.
The reaction was immediate. She stood straight up as if she was shocked. Her arms began to stretch the fabric of her shirt and her breasts began to press hard against her bra. Her baggy pants began to get tight. "Oh God!" she exclaimed. She began to flex her arms. Tighter and tighter her shirt got. Finally, with a rip, her biceps tore through her sleeves like two mountains. Her once toothpick-like arms looked as big as a tree trunks.
Her shoulders began spreading, pulling her shirt tight across her back. Now I could see her lats bulging against her shirt until it tore, at first just in the center. Then the tear crept up towards the collar and down towards the waist. The rip was still growing until finally the shirt was torn into two separate pieces, which hung ragged from her shoulders, revealing her straining breasts against her bra. Her abs were beginning to show size and definition.
Then I noticed her legs. Her calves strained the seams of her pants, then burst through suddenly, shredding the ends of the pants legs as they ballooned into large, diamond-shaped mounds of awesome muscle. With another rip, her pants gave way to her tremendous thighs. She doubled in size almost instantly, but she wasn't done.
Her arms continued to get larger and rounder, as her back became thicker. Her shoulders were becoming larger and wider with every passing second. With a snap, her bra gave way to the increasing size of her pecs and back. Her abs were becoming huge, hard ridges of muscle. Her calves were growing in size and her thighs were increasing in beefy mass. I could not believe my eyes. It was so amazing, it began to turn me on. As I looked at the woman who would put Mr. Olympia to shame continue to grow, I began to grow hard. Her muscles reached a level of definition and mass that equaled the incredible hulk! With a sigh, she stopped growing. Her football sized biceps were countered by her huge, horseshoe-shaped triceps. The beefy arms emerging from colossal shoulders that were each bigger around than a telephone pole. Her large breasts now sat on the thick, slab-like pectorals of her chest. Framing her chest were her immense lats. Her waist didn't appear to have gotten any wider during the transformation but her belly was now a plate of muscle with well-defined grooves cutting through it. Her waist flared down across womanly hips into sweeping, huge thighs of beefy feminine muscularity. The curves of her legs narrowed from titanic thighs down to her knees, then abruptly arced out around her grapefruit sized calves to come back together at her slim ankles.
Not only was she huge, she was cut and hard. Her body had become a human anatomy chart of muscle. Since she had practically no body fat to begin with, it was not hard to believe that you could see every separation in every muscle. The striations in her quadriceps and triceps were unreal. She wasn't hunched over anymore, she was standing fully erect in all her half naked glory, but she was not the only thing standing erect. I was dying to touch her.
We proceeded to weigh her and take her measurements. She now weighed an amazing 440 lbs. (199.5 kg). I asked her to flex every body part a few times to get the blood flowing in the muscles. As she was doing this, I began to caress the body part. We started with her calves. She raised on her toes many times. The rock hard calves flared out from her minuscule ankles. It measured huge 24 in. (60.9 cm). We moved up to her tremendous thighs. She would wiggle the mass of her legs back and fourth, and then suddenly flex them. The sight was nothing short of awesome. Her thighs measured a colossal 46 in. (116.8 cm). Than we moved to her arms. My hand could not fit all the way around her bicep before she flexed it. When her arm was straightened out, I put both my hands around her arm. My fingers didn't even touch. As she flexed her arm, the space between my fingers grew larger and wider. Her arm measure an enormous 23 in. (58.4 cm).
Her breathing grew more shallow and rapid as we went. I could only assume that she was getting as turned on as I was. With a single motion, she grabbed the waist of her jeans and panties, and ripped them off her. The material practically disintegrated in her hand. She grabbed me by my lab coat and hoisted me up. With my feet dangling a full 8 in. (0.2 m) off the ground, she held me at arms length without braking a sweat. This time it was my pants and underwear that disintegrated at her touch. My hard-on was finally free of its suffocating cloth prison.
She inserted me into her. She placed each hand on each of my butt checks. She pumped me up and down. She was using me for a dildo, but boy did it feel great. She was so tight. I could tell that this was her first time. She began to increase the tempo. The sensations are indescribable. Up and down, faster and faster, in and out, in and out. Finally, her orgasm hit. She raised her arms, grasping at the air. I was held up by her vaginal muscles! Every new and immense muscle flexed. I couldn't take it anymore and orgasmed with her.
We fell on the floor and passed out.
The End?
5
Muscular Women Fiction / Re: Hatour's Stories
« Last post by Chainer★ on Today at 08:22:09 am »RANSOM
By Hatour@aol.com
Hi. My name is Kathleen. It all began after the Yankees lost to Cleveland in the first series of the playoffs. I remember that because my dad, George Steinbrenner, was pissed off and did not talk to us when we drove home. For those of you are not familiar with professional baseball, my father is the principle owner of the New York Yankees.
The next day I had my annual physical. The doctor went on to give me his usual speech about my weight. You see, at 5' 10", I was taller than the average woman. However, I weighed 320 lbs. of fat. He said that at my height and with my medium frame, I should weigh between 142 lbs. and 156 lbs., half as much as I weigh now. He talked about how at my current weight, I would be dead by the time I reach 35 years old. That was a disturbing idea at 21 years old, but I ignored him as usual.
My dad had hired a driver to take me to the doctor and back. When my doctor was done with his speech, I got back into my car. After a while, I realized that we were going a way that I was not familiar with. I asked him if he knew were he was going, and he said he was taking a shortcut. Awfully long shortcut I said. That's when he stopped the car on the side of the road. The man got out of the car. He was new and I did not recognize him. He opened the back door were I was sitting. Then I noticed that he was holding a truncheon. He hit me on the head with it and I blacked out.
I woke up in a room with no windows. I deduced that it was a basement because on the other end of the room, there were stairs leading up. I was no longer in my shirt and pants that I was wearing. Instead, I was wearing baggy gray sweatpants and sweatshirt. The sweats were so big, my fat didn't even fill them out. I was chained to the wall by four chains. They were attached with shackles on my feet and wrists. I was able to move about the room, but I was stopped short at the stairs.
The man who had driven me finally came down the stairs holding a tray of food. I see you've woken up he said. Here, have something to eat. He handed me the tray he was carrying. I took it and ate ravenously. I see the pig needs to eat said a second man who had come down the stairs unnoticed. I stopped to shot him a dirty look than continued to eat. Jake, go back upstairs said the second man. Jack did as he was told, followed by the second man.
When I was finished I took a look at the room again. It was a pig sty. I scavenged about the reasonably sized room. I was looking for a television, a radio, something to keep me from going insane. Or maybe they were stupid enough to leave an old phone down here or something that I could use to escape. Then I hit my foot on a solid object. I cleared the newspapers and I found a 10 lb. plate. When I had cleaned up the area, there was a dismantled workout bench, a 40 lb. bench press bar with clips, and two 10 lb. bars with clips, and about 200 lbs. worth of plates.
That's when Jack come back down with another tray of food. The time just flew by and I was reminded of my hunger. Jack watched me eat. What I asked irritably. Nothing he said and continued to watch. You know, he said, you have nothing to worry about. We will take care of you. We don't want to hurt you. Once your father pays the $10 million ransom we will release you. So please don't try to escape or my brother will hurt you.
I take it that these were your brothers than I asked Jake. Yea, but he goes to a gym now. I forgot we left it down here. You can use it if you want. It would be good for you to lose some weight. Oh no, I thought, even my kidnapper is going to tell me to lose weight. JACK !! came a voice from upstairs. Get the dishes and get the hell up here! Jack did as his brother said.
I was alone again, dreadfully alone. Some time had passed and I was getting bored. Oh what the hell, I thought. I might as well give this weight lifting thing a try. Its not like I'm doing anything right now. I put the bench back together and placed the long bench press bar on the rack. I laid down on the bench and it groaned under my weight. I thought it might collapse, but it didn't. I grabbed the bar and lifted it up. I pushed it up and down four times. WOW!! I thought. I did not know I could lift that much. There must be some muscle under all this fat after all.
Jack came down with dinner. Good, he said, I'm glad you decided to workout some. At least you can do something positive out of this experience. I can get you a scale if you want. I took the tray from him and ate. Well, I'll get you one anyway, he said as he went up the stairs. And you better get some sleep, its late.
After I was finished, I was feeling tired, so I fell asleep. When I woke up, I was sore under my breasts and in my arms. But it sort of felt good. Breakfast was already in the room, next to a scale, tape measure, a pad, a pencil, and a book. The book was about weight training. I read it from cover to cover. I learned how to do all the exercises and what they worked. I started to write down what my routine would be; chest, shoulders, and triceps the first day; legs, biceps, and back the second day; and rest the third day. I planned to do push-ups, sit-ups and pull-ups everyday, if I could.
When I was finished, Jack came down with my lunch. Here's lunch, he said. Great, I replied, Thanks for the book and all. No problem. It was just collecting dust up here. Good luck, he said. He grabbed the tray and was about to go upstairs. Jack, I asked? What? Why are you being so nice and helping me out? JACK!!! came a voice upstairs, If you told once, I told you a thousand times!!!!! Don't talk with her. Now get up here! Jack left.
I noticed the food was all healthy. It had a lot of protein and carbohydrates, yet it had very little fat. Jack was so nice. I bet this was all his brothers idea. I doubt Jack had the backbone to stand up to him. Well, if I get stronger, maybe I'll be able to take Jack's brother on. I started to laugh, ya right!
A week passed and I was happy with myself. My sweatpants were looser and I had lost an incredible thirty pounds to weigh 290 lbs. I was getting strong too. I was bench pressing 100 lbs. for reps, squatting the full 200 lbs., and curling 50 lbs. I was doing close to 100 sit-ups, 30 push-ups and ten pull-ups. I wasn't using the tape measure though. I didn't think there was any reason to measure myself.
Jack was excited for me. He would sometimes sneak me a protein shake that his brother drinks. Jack also kept track of my progress. I'll see if I could get you some more weights for your squats, he said Thanks, I replied. He stared at me. What?, I asked. Your dad hasn't done anything yet, he stated. Don't worry, he'll pay you, I said. I hope so, because my brother is getting pissed. He might do something rash. But don't worry about that, keep working. With that he left.
The next day, I saw another 200 lbs. of weights in the room. Jack said he sneaked it down. Don't let my brother see, he said concerned. Don't worry, he won't, I said. I leaned over and kissed him. He smiled and ran up the stairs. That felt good. I've never kissed anyone before. Oh well, better get back to my workout.
Another week had passed and I had leveled off at 250 lbs., but I could tell that my waist was getting much smaller. My breasts, which I thought I would lose some due to my weight loss, was staying the same, but was a little higher. That made me happy. I was now bench pressing 200 lbs., squatting 350 lbs., and curling 75 lbs. I was doing 200 sit-ups, 78 push-ups, and 50 pull-ups.
Jack was almost giddy every time he saw me. Especially if he saw me working out. He was so happy for me. I must admit, I was starting to fall in love with him. He had taken the weight lifting book back from me so I did not how strong I was getting. But I kept plugging away, working harder and harder. I decided I would step it up and start doing a full body workout everyday.
A week and a half passed by and I could hear yelling and fighting upstairs. My sweat soaked my sweats as I was curling my 120 lb. dumbbells. My biceps were straining the sleeves of my sweatshirt. I had already figured out that I was muscular and very strong, and I liked it. I didn't know how much fat I had on me because I now weighed 330 lbs., ten pounds more than I started.
Jack came down with a black eye. Time to level with you, he said. Your dad refused to pay. My brother is going to beat the shit out of you. I thought he might resort to this, that's why I left the stuff down here, so you can get strong. Don't worry, I said. I'll take care of him. I said this to calm Jack down. I knew that I now loved him. I wasn't sure how big his brother was, but I know I could give him a run for his money.
Jack's brother started lumbering down the stairs. I put the weights down and started the wrap one of my chains around my arm. Jack's brother had not been down in the basement since that first day, so he did not know what I was doing, or what I was capable of. I wasn't sure what I was capable of.
Jack's brother what a 6' 4'' behemoth. OK you fat pig!! He yelled, Your dad won't pay, so know your face is gonna pay! If you think you can, I said. This froze him, then he started to laugh. You think that's funny? What do you think I've been doing down here? I've pumping iron and I've gotten strong REAL STRONG! He continued to laugh. Here, watch. I held out my left arm out straight, the arm that I had wrapped the chain around. I started to flex my arm. The chains resisted, but I continued. I started to sweat as my bicep was slowly pushing up against the chain.
There was a groaning sound. I looked to see Jack with a raging hard on through his pants. This turned him on? YES! I thought. I must show him what I'm made of. I redoubled my effort. The chain snapped with a loud CHING!! I continued to flex my arm until it reached its peak. A ripping sound was heard as my sweatshirt sleeve could take no more.
I looked at my bicep. MY GOD! it was BIG! The bicep peak was above my line of sight. My biggest surprise was that there was not an inch of fat on me. I shuddered as a wave of pleasure shook me. I was getting turned on. I had to see what I looked like. I ripped my sweats off to reveal a hard muscular body that would shame Dorian Yates. I had a thin waist, large breasts that had not shrunk at all, and not an inch of fat on me. My thighs were bigger that my waist and pulsated with every move. I gave a most muscular pose and every muscle flexed hugely.
Jack's brother was awestruck. He could not believe that the fat pig had become a muscular goddess that had bigger muscles than he had. He rushed me and gave a roundhouse punch with all his weight into it. It landed square at my abs.
A sickening CRACK was heard. I checked myself. I didn't even feel it. Jack's brother did. He was on the floor holding his wrist. I hadn't even flexed my abs and I broke his hand. Just imagined if I had flexed them, I taunted. With that, I flexed my abs. A row of golf ball sized abs rose from my stomach. Another wave of pleasure hit me. OH GOD!
OH GOD! Was muttered at the same time by both Jack and I. I stepped over Jack's brother and stood in front of him. I stood eye to eye with him. I grabbed his pants and underwear with one had and ripped them off him. His hard on was still there in full salute. Take me!! I yelled. He started to insert himself when I grabbed his ass and lifted him in me. I pumped him harder and faster as he kissed my shoulders and neck. He was holding onto my biceps and they got bigger and bigger as I pumped him up and down and up and down.
We yelled in unison as waves of pleasure enveloped us both. When we came down from our orgasm, Jack's brother was gone. We never saw him again. I said Jack's brother kidnapped me and that Jack rescued me. That satisfied my dad and the police. Me and Jack got married and still live in the house I was trapped in. I continue to grow and grow to this day.
THE END
By Hatour@aol.com
Hi. My name is Kathleen. It all began after the Yankees lost to Cleveland in the first series of the playoffs. I remember that because my dad, George Steinbrenner, was pissed off and did not talk to us when we drove home. For those of you are not familiar with professional baseball, my father is the principle owner of the New York Yankees.
The next day I had my annual physical. The doctor went on to give me his usual speech about my weight. You see, at 5' 10", I was taller than the average woman. However, I weighed 320 lbs. of fat. He said that at my height and with my medium frame, I should weigh between 142 lbs. and 156 lbs., half as much as I weigh now. He talked about how at my current weight, I would be dead by the time I reach 35 years old. That was a disturbing idea at 21 years old, but I ignored him as usual.
My dad had hired a driver to take me to the doctor and back. When my doctor was done with his speech, I got back into my car. After a while, I realized that we were going a way that I was not familiar with. I asked him if he knew were he was going, and he said he was taking a shortcut. Awfully long shortcut I said. That's when he stopped the car on the side of the road. The man got out of the car. He was new and I did not recognize him. He opened the back door were I was sitting. Then I noticed that he was holding a truncheon. He hit me on the head with it and I blacked out.
I woke up in a room with no windows. I deduced that it was a basement because on the other end of the room, there were stairs leading up. I was no longer in my shirt and pants that I was wearing. Instead, I was wearing baggy gray sweatpants and sweatshirt. The sweats were so big, my fat didn't even fill them out. I was chained to the wall by four chains. They were attached with shackles on my feet and wrists. I was able to move about the room, but I was stopped short at the stairs.
The man who had driven me finally came down the stairs holding a tray of food. I see you've woken up he said. Here, have something to eat. He handed me the tray he was carrying. I took it and ate ravenously. I see the pig needs to eat said a second man who had come down the stairs unnoticed. I stopped to shot him a dirty look than continued to eat. Jake, go back upstairs said the second man. Jack did as he was told, followed by the second man.
When I was finished I took a look at the room again. It was a pig sty. I scavenged about the reasonably sized room. I was looking for a television, a radio, something to keep me from going insane. Or maybe they were stupid enough to leave an old phone down here or something that I could use to escape. Then I hit my foot on a solid object. I cleared the newspapers and I found a 10 lb. plate. When I had cleaned up the area, there was a dismantled workout bench, a 40 lb. bench press bar with clips, and two 10 lb. bars with clips, and about 200 lbs. worth of plates.
That's when Jack come back down with another tray of food. The time just flew by and I was reminded of my hunger. Jack watched me eat. What I asked irritably. Nothing he said and continued to watch. You know, he said, you have nothing to worry about. We will take care of you. We don't want to hurt you. Once your father pays the $10 million ransom we will release you. So please don't try to escape or my brother will hurt you.
I take it that these were your brothers than I asked Jake. Yea, but he goes to a gym now. I forgot we left it down here. You can use it if you want. It would be good for you to lose some weight. Oh no, I thought, even my kidnapper is going to tell me to lose weight. JACK !! came a voice from upstairs. Get the dishes and get the hell up here! Jack did as his brother said.
I was alone again, dreadfully alone. Some time had passed and I was getting bored. Oh what the hell, I thought. I might as well give this weight lifting thing a try. Its not like I'm doing anything right now. I put the bench back together and placed the long bench press bar on the rack. I laid down on the bench and it groaned under my weight. I thought it might collapse, but it didn't. I grabbed the bar and lifted it up. I pushed it up and down four times. WOW!! I thought. I did not know I could lift that much. There must be some muscle under all this fat after all.
Jack came down with dinner. Good, he said, I'm glad you decided to workout some. At least you can do something positive out of this experience. I can get you a scale if you want. I took the tray from him and ate. Well, I'll get you one anyway, he said as he went up the stairs. And you better get some sleep, its late.
After I was finished, I was feeling tired, so I fell asleep. When I woke up, I was sore under my breasts and in my arms. But it sort of felt good. Breakfast was already in the room, next to a scale, tape measure, a pad, a pencil, and a book. The book was about weight training. I read it from cover to cover. I learned how to do all the exercises and what they worked. I started to write down what my routine would be; chest, shoulders, and triceps the first day; legs, biceps, and back the second day; and rest the third day. I planned to do push-ups, sit-ups and pull-ups everyday, if I could.
When I was finished, Jack came down with my lunch. Here's lunch, he said. Great, I replied, Thanks for the book and all. No problem. It was just collecting dust up here. Good luck, he said. He grabbed the tray and was about to go upstairs. Jack, I asked? What? Why are you being so nice and helping me out? JACK!!! came a voice upstairs, If you told once, I told you a thousand times!!!!! Don't talk with her. Now get up here! Jack left.
I noticed the food was all healthy. It had a lot of protein and carbohydrates, yet it had very little fat. Jack was so nice. I bet this was all his brothers idea. I doubt Jack had the backbone to stand up to him. Well, if I get stronger, maybe I'll be able to take Jack's brother on. I started to laugh, ya right!
A week passed and I was happy with myself. My sweatpants were looser and I had lost an incredible thirty pounds to weigh 290 lbs. I was getting strong too. I was bench pressing 100 lbs. for reps, squatting the full 200 lbs., and curling 50 lbs. I was doing close to 100 sit-ups, 30 push-ups and ten pull-ups. I wasn't using the tape measure though. I didn't think there was any reason to measure myself.
Jack was excited for me. He would sometimes sneak me a protein shake that his brother drinks. Jack also kept track of my progress. I'll see if I could get you some more weights for your squats, he said Thanks, I replied. He stared at me. What?, I asked. Your dad hasn't done anything yet, he stated. Don't worry, he'll pay you, I said. I hope so, because my brother is getting pissed. He might do something rash. But don't worry about that, keep working. With that he left.
The next day, I saw another 200 lbs. of weights in the room. Jack said he sneaked it down. Don't let my brother see, he said concerned. Don't worry, he won't, I said. I leaned over and kissed him. He smiled and ran up the stairs. That felt good. I've never kissed anyone before. Oh well, better get back to my workout.
Another week had passed and I had leveled off at 250 lbs., but I could tell that my waist was getting much smaller. My breasts, which I thought I would lose some due to my weight loss, was staying the same, but was a little higher. That made me happy. I was now bench pressing 200 lbs., squatting 350 lbs., and curling 75 lbs. I was doing 200 sit-ups, 78 push-ups, and 50 pull-ups.
Jack was almost giddy every time he saw me. Especially if he saw me working out. He was so happy for me. I must admit, I was starting to fall in love with him. He had taken the weight lifting book back from me so I did not how strong I was getting. But I kept plugging away, working harder and harder. I decided I would step it up and start doing a full body workout everyday.
A week and a half passed by and I could hear yelling and fighting upstairs. My sweat soaked my sweats as I was curling my 120 lb. dumbbells. My biceps were straining the sleeves of my sweatshirt. I had already figured out that I was muscular and very strong, and I liked it. I didn't know how much fat I had on me because I now weighed 330 lbs., ten pounds more than I started.
Jack came down with a black eye. Time to level with you, he said. Your dad refused to pay. My brother is going to beat the shit out of you. I thought he might resort to this, that's why I left the stuff down here, so you can get strong. Don't worry, I said. I'll take care of him. I said this to calm Jack down. I knew that I now loved him. I wasn't sure how big his brother was, but I know I could give him a run for his money.
Jack's brother started lumbering down the stairs. I put the weights down and started the wrap one of my chains around my arm. Jack's brother had not been down in the basement since that first day, so he did not know what I was doing, or what I was capable of. I wasn't sure what I was capable of.
Jack's brother what a 6' 4'' behemoth. OK you fat pig!! He yelled, Your dad won't pay, so know your face is gonna pay! If you think you can, I said. This froze him, then he started to laugh. You think that's funny? What do you think I've been doing down here? I've pumping iron and I've gotten strong REAL STRONG! He continued to laugh. Here, watch. I held out my left arm out straight, the arm that I had wrapped the chain around. I started to flex my arm. The chains resisted, but I continued. I started to sweat as my bicep was slowly pushing up against the chain.
There was a groaning sound. I looked to see Jack with a raging hard on through his pants. This turned him on? YES! I thought. I must show him what I'm made of. I redoubled my effort. The chain snapped with a loud CHING!! I continued to flex my arm until it reached its peak. A ripping sound was heard as my sweatshirt sleeve could take no more.
I looked at my bicep. MY GOD! it was BIG! The bicep peak was above my line of sight. My biggest surprise was that there was not an inch of fat on me. I shuddered as a wave of pleasure shook me. I was getting turned on. I had to see what I looked like. I ripped my sweats off to reveal a hard muscular body that would shame Dorian Yates. I had a thin waist, large breasts that had not shrunk at all, and not an inch of fat on me. My thighs were bigger that my waist and pulsated with every move. I gave a most muscular pose and every muscle flexed hugely.
Jack's brother was awestruck. He could not believe that the fat pig had become a muscular goddess that had bigger muscles than he had. He rushed me and gave a roundhouse punch with all his weight into it. It landed square at my abs.
A sickening CRACK was heard. I checked myself. I didn't even feel it. Jack's brother did. He was on the floor holding his wrist. I hadn't even flexed my abs and I broke his hand. Just imagined if I had flexed them, I taunted. With that, I flexed my abs. A row of golf ball sized abs rose from my stomach. Another wave of pleasure hit me. OH GOD!
OH GOD! Was muttered at the same time by both Jack and I. I stepped over Jack's brother and stood in front of him. I stood eye to eye with him. I grabbed his pants and underwear with one had and ripped them off him. His hard on was still there in full salute. Take me!! I yelled. He started to insert himself when I grabbed his ass and lifted him in me. I pumped him harder and faster as he kissed my shoulders and neck. He was holding onto my biceps and they got bigger and bigger as I pumped him up and down and up and down.
We yelled in unison as waves of pleasure enveloped us both. When we came down from our orgasm, Jack's brother was gone. We never saw him again. I said Jack's brother kidnapped me and that Jack rescued me. That satisfied my dad and the police. Me and Jack got married and still live in the house I was trapped in. I continue to grow and grow to this day.
THE END
6
Muscular Women Fiction / Re: Hatour's Stories
« Last post by Chainer★ on Today at 08:21:26 am »Brenda
By hatour@aol.com
METRIC COUNTRIES: When you see numbers, go to the end of the story for the metric conversions.
First you should know that Brenda is only three years my senior. She was my sister s best friend when we lived in Albuquerque. For three years, they were on the drill team (sort of like a cheerleader). She was skinny and tried to stay that way. The last time I saw her, she was sixteen and I was thirteen.
My sister and Brenda had kept in touch throughout college. They were still good friends. They both had graduated college and were working. My father was transferred to London. I spent my senior year in high school there.
This brings us to this year. I was working in London and living with my father during the summer. I was in my second year of college. My sister decided to come and visit us. She invited Brenda and got excited when Brenda accepted her invitation. My sister and Brenda had visited each other often, but, like I said before, I had not seen her since Albuquerque.
The day arrived when I was to meet my sister and Brenda at the airport. It s a long drive to Heathrow Airport from the West End, about an hour. Thoughts raced through my head about Brenda. I have to admit, I had a crush on her when I was in middle school.
At the terminal, I greeted my sister and Brenda. Brenda still had the prettiest face I had ever seen. I couldn't tell what her body looked like because she was wearing a baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants. When I went to hug her hello, she seemed solid, but I thought nothing of it.
"God, Adam," Brenda said. "You have grown. Your as tall as me." We started to walk to the baggage claim.
"Really," I replied. "I don t pay that much attention to my height. You know how short I was. How tall are you?"
"Five feet, eight inches. You know, Adam, it wouldn't hurt to put on some weight. It would fill you out a bit."
"Please don t get started with that. I get enough harassment from my mother about my weight. Besides, I have a fast metabolism."
"She s right," my sister chimed in. "But, that's funny coming from you, Brenda. You used to be skinnier than he is."
"Not any more," Brenda said proudly.
"You did fill out. I felt it when we hugged," I commented.
"Glad you noticed," Brenda said smiling. She winked at me and pinched my ass.
"Brenda!" my sister yelled in surprise. They laughed while I blushed.
She gave me a pretty powerful pinch. I could still feel it when we arrived at the baggage claim.
Brenda spotted her bag as soon as we arrived. I was a huge black duffle bag. When I grabbed the bag and pulled at it, it wouldn't budge. I gave it a might heave and barely got it off the carrousel. Brenda thanked me.
She said she would grab her next bag, it was just as heavy. As her second bag came around, she grabbed it and lifted it off the carrousel as if it was as light as a feather! I was amazed.
Brenda noticed my look of amazement. "I told you I filled out," Brenda said smiling.
We got my sister s bags and walked out to the car. Brenda was carrying her two bags with no problems. She put her bags in the car with each arm that was carrying it. I thought that I noticed her sweatshirt tighten at her arm when she lifted the bags into the truck. I quickly dismissed the idea that it was her bicep because the sweatshirt was too big, even if she filled out a bit.
We put the rest of the bags in the back seat. My sister said she wasn't feeling too well and that Brenda could have the front seat. As soon as we hit the road, my sister was sleeping.
"So, what have you been doing with yourself?" Brenda inquired.
"Not much. College is boring. I was part of a fraternity, but that didn't work out."
"Speaking of working out. Why don t you? Didn't you used to play sports?"
"Well, I used to play soccer until I blew out my knee my freshman year. I was told stay off it and I sort of went to pot. I did play some soccer at college. I also hike a bit. I have good endurance, but I don t seem to gain muscle or fat, which is fine with me."
"I think you could build some muscle. All it take is time and determination."
"Right," I said, rolling my eyes. "What have you been doing?"
"Well, the University of New Mexico was fun. There was no drill team there so I tried out for the cheerleading squad. I got in as second string. They said that I needed more weight and power to be able to maneuver like the regular cheerleaders. I started to workout as part of the cheerleader regiment that prescribed for us. The coach recommended that I do some extra work in the weight room. I caught the eye of a football player. He helped me. Needless to say, I made the regular cheerleading squad the next year. I stayed on the squad until I graduated. I wanted to be a flight attendant, but that didn't work out. I now work at a bank. I m in charge of security."
"Security?" I was surprised.
"I majored in criminology at UNM. Besides, you don t think that a woman can handle bank robbers?"
"I didn't say that. It just conflicts with the image I have of you. Of course that image is a bit out dated. But as long as you are happy at what your doing, all the power to you. Are you going out with that football player?"
"I did for a while, but he, uh, broke up with me. I m not seeing anyone now. Why?"
"Just wondering."
"Uh huh," was her response. She smiled and patted me on the leg. "How much longer till we get to your house?"
"About forty-five minutes," I replied.
"I m going to take a nap."
"Okay. I'll wake you up when we get there," I said. I looked at her. She looked like an angel. Her shoulder-length golden blond hair was in a small ponytail. Her pert nose and sweet mouth breathed in unison with her still covered chest. I started to feel some pressure in my pants. I quickly stopped thinking about her. I guess I never really got over my crush with her.
We arrived at home and went into the flat. The set up was this. There was one guest room. Brenda was going to sleep there. I had two beds in my room. I was going to sleep in one and my sister in the other. At least that was the plan. However, my sister came down with a fever. She was now going to sleep in the guest room, Brenda in my room, and me on the couch.
Brenda was refreshed by her nap and ready to hit the town. I showed her around a bit and we had a great time.
"You know, Adam, you don t have to sleep on the couch. You can sleep in your room," Brenda said over dinner.
"Come on, your the guest. I will not have you sleep on the couch," I insisted.
"I m not going to sleep on the couch. The beds are in opposite sides of the room. We re both adults. I think we can handle it. I promise I won't rape you if you don t rape me." She said the last sentence laughing.
At night, Brenda called her mother and some friends. I over heard her say that she thought I was cute. My heart soared, but I had to be careful.
After all, she was my sister s friend and both my sister and father were in the house. It wouldn't be right.
As I was thinking this, my father called me into the den. He told me he was called back to the United States on business. He would be gone for the rest of the week. I had to take care of my sister who was still sick and keep Brenda occupied.
This meant that I had to take to week off from work. I didn't mind because this also meant that I could spend the week with Brenda.
I prepared to go to sleep and started to read in bed. That's when Brenda entered the room. She started to prepare to go to bed. I spied on her past my book.
The first thing she did was take off her sweatshirt with her back to me. I saw her upper body for the first time. And what an upper body! I don t know where to begin. Her shoulders were huge balls of rock hard muscle. Her triceps were thick and huge. Her striations were deep, which made her triceps look even bigger. Her back was animated with every movement. It was deep, dense, and immense. The skin covering her back was paper thin. Her wide back tapered down to an almost minuscule waist. My penis was erect before she got fully undressed. I was starting to breath heavily. Then she took off her sweatpants. The first thing I noticed was her ass. The two rock hard moons were breathtaking. The striations were so deep, you could see them through her thin panties. Her thighs were humongous. They were easily three times bigger than her waist. The most amazing part of this Amazonian goddess was her calves. They were the size of melons. They were like beautifully cut diamonds. They bunched as she moved about.
My erection was throbbing now.
I quickly got up and ran into the bathroom. As soon as I got there, I blew my wade. The orgasm was so intense that I fell to the floor. When I was done, I was completely spent. That was the most intense orgasm I had ever had, and I didn't even touch my penis.
Brenda heard my fall and knocked on the door.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"Uh, uh, yeah," I said. "Don t come in. I'll be right out." I hurriedly cleaned myself off and regained my composure."
When I entered she was wearing a full length cotton night-gown. That was when I first noticed her breasts. They looked like a huge D cup. They were protruding out like they were floating in the air. It provided a tent for the rest of her body. The cotton cloth of the night-gown didn't even touch the rest of her body. It look like she was a floating angel.
When she saw me come in, she asked, "Are you okay? What happened?"
"Oh, uh, I slipped," I said.
"You scared me when you ran past me so fast. What was the emergency?"
"It was a guy thing. Don t worry. Get some sleep. I'll see you in the morning."
"Don t wake me up until noon, okay?"
"No problem. Good night."
"Good night."
I woke up early and wished my father a good flight. I then called work and got the week off. I cooked breakfast and waited for Brenda to wake up.
I heard her get up at around 11:30 am. About thirty minutes later, I heard her get in the shower. It stopped.
"Hey, Adam" a voice called from behind me. I turned around. I was completely overwhelmed at what I saw. There was Brenda, dressed in a tiny bikini, soaking wet, standing at the doorway. I instantly felt a stirring in my loins. The woman who stood before me was the muscular amazon of my dreams.
Her chest was immense. The huge expansion of her pectoral muscles were thick with beefy muscle. Her cleavage was enhanced by the deep crevasse of her pecs. The deep striations cut into her dense and thick pecs. Her shoulders were striated balls of thick muscle. Her full breasts were shading the most amazing grid of abdominal muscles. They stood out like golf balls. Not only were her "six-pack" hard and thick, so were her side abdominals. Her huge, broad lats expanded with every breath. Her quadriceps were mind boggling. They sprang forth from an almost non-existent waist. The thick, cords of muscle were covered with deep striations. All together, her muscularly thick body was packed on with more dense muscle than I had ever seen on a male bodybuilder. "Come here" she said. I shakily got up. My robe did nothing to hide my raging, throbbing hard-on. She smiled. As I walked closer, she slowly raised her arms and began a slow concentrated flex. He bicep grew and grew and grew. As I walked closer, it grew larger and larger. When I was standing in front of her, she had finished her flex, but held it. Her bicep was as larger than an American football.
"Touch it" she commanded. I greatly complied. Not only was she thick with dense muscle, she was as hard as a rock. She slowly brought her arms down and tore my robe off. My rock hard cock was ready to burst. It was sticking out of my briefs. With a small tug, she released my cock from its cloth prison.
She brought me close to her and kissed me. Her tongue probed every inch of my mouth. She then slowly slide her hands from my head to my naked butt. With a hand on each butt check, she lifted my up off the floor. She pressed my hard cock up against her unyielding abdominals. She slowly started to rub my cock up and down she rock hard abdominal muscles. She was bringing to a state of ecstasy I had only dreamed of. She was going painfully slow and I was longing for her to let me come.
As she was pumping me up and down with her arms, they began to grow larger and they were being pumped with blood. I placed my hands on her biceps and started to squeeze them. I could not make a dent in the stone-like muscle threw the paper thin skin. My hands could only hold on to half of the growing biceps. Started to increase the speed. Up then down ..up .then down up ..then down .up then down... up... then down. Up and down, up and down, up and down.
When the rubbing reached it fevered pace, my whole body shook with the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. Streams of semen were released and cascaded over Brenda s rock hard abdominal muscles. She held me firm as my body shook and spasmed. When I was done, I passed out. I woke up in my bed. I was naked and I noticed that the sun was setting.
I heard Brenda talking to my sister. Brenda told my sister to go to sleep. I heard her close the door, walk towards my door and opened it.
"Oh I m so happy your okay. I got worried when you passed out. How do you feel?" Brenda said.
"I m okay, but I m starved," I replied
"Good. I made you and Alison some chicken soup. Stay right there." With that, Brenda disappeared. I heard her rummage in the kitchen and in no time she was beside me, spoon feeding me.
She was wearing a robe. It hide a lot of her muscularity. However, it could not hide her broad shoulders tapering to a tiny waist. It also accentuated her bust, to my pleasure.
"That's right eat it all up. You re going to need your energy tonight."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You'll see. Eat up now."
Many thoughts went through my head. Why did I need my energy? Then it dawned on me. "How did you know I was attracted to muscular women?"
"I noticed the bodybuilding magazines in your closet. They were well hidden, but you left one sticking out. I can tell that your parents don t know. It s okay. You re secret s safe with me."
"I had no idea you were so huge."
"I hide it well. Not to many appreciated my muscles like you do, especially since I m so big. I m happy though. I won the New Mexico State Bodybuilding Championship last week. Next month I m going to be competing in the USA Bodybuilding Championship.
"Wow, that's great." I finished up my big bowl of soup. She put the dish away and returned to sit on the side of my bed.
"I hope you don t mind me asking, but how big are you?" I questioned.
"I don t mind." She pulled her robe sleeve up and held her arm straight out. "Put your hands around my arm."
I did so. Her tricep was so big, my fingers were barely able to touch. She slowly flexed. My hands were getting farther and farther apart. The stone hard creature grew and grew under my hands. The mountainous muscle came to a climax above her shoulders. I couldn't even palm the top of her bicep. When she was done flexing, her bicep was not the only muscle hard.
"How big do you think they are?"
"I don t know, but they re huge and feel rock hard."
"Their twenty inches round. I can curl 175 lbs. for reps. My max. is 210 lbs. That's not the only big part of me. My chest is probably the thickest part of my body. I can bench press 450 lbs. for reps and 477 lbs. max. My quads are thirty inches round. I can squat 500 lbs. and leg press about 1,500 lbs. But I m growing everyday. Could you believe that 5 8 girl could weigh 200 lbs. and not have an inch of fat?"
"Yes and I hope it continues to grow," I replied.
"Who? My muscles or Mr. Happy?" she asked, looking down at my pop tent.
"I can tell your ready for my present."
"What present?"
"You'll see." With that, she left the room. My room has two lights, one my closets and Brenda s bed, and one next to my bed. It had become dark and got out of bed to turn on my light. I read for a while, waiting to see what Brenda had in store for me. I was excited to see what she had prepared, but by the time I heard her voice, Mr. Happy wasn't stiff with excitement.
"Are you ready?" called Brenda from outside the room.
"Yea," I replied, as I put down the book. Brenda s hand peaked around the corner and turned on the closet light while turning off my bedside light. Music began to fill the air. "O! Oh! O, O, O, Ooooooooooooo Oh!" went the Boy II Men song. Brenda walked sexily in front of the lights. She was nothing short of awesome! Brenda was wearing a tight one-piece skirt that clung to her muscular body like a second skin. The black sleeveless dress started at her neck and stopped at the top of her thighs. She started to pose to the music while slowly striping off her dress. Her biceps were now pumped full of blood and threatened to burst through her paper thin skin. The striations on her thick and dense chest defied nature. She rippled them with ease like a male bodybuilder, making her full breasts giggle up and down. Her golf like abs were standing out in contrast to her tiny waist. Her ass was 100% pure unadulterated Grade A beef. They were huge and hard. They only moved when she flexed the striated half moons. Her quads are almost beyond description. They were easy bigger then her waist. One quadricep muscle was bigger and thicker that my arm. The striations were deep as wiggled them and tensed them countless times. Her calves were the size of grapefruit, but as hard as a diamond. She ended her routine with a most muscular pose. Her skin could hardly contain the massive muscularity it was called upon to hold.
She slow sexily sundered over to me. The flexing of her quads as walked towards me was driving me crazy. Her gaze of sexual lust was almost frightening. Her erect nipples where almost as hard as the rest on her body. Her chest was heaving up and down after her exertion, but I knew she could continue for hours. When she reached my bed, she leaned over and pulled the blanket away. "I can see your ready for me."
She climbed on top of me. Her weigh almost crushing me. She leaned over to my ear and whispered, "Do you want me?"
"More than anything in the world," I whispered back. My hands had begun to explore her body. There wasn't an inch of her that wasn't harder than steel. The only exception were her full, heaving bosom.
"Why do you want me?"
"Because your so big and powerful and strong and muscular and hard," I replied. With that, she slipped my throbbing cock into her wet pussy. As before, she was working me slowly. We were panting in unison as she gyrated her hips unison to mine. I was beginning to climax before her. When she realized this, she grunted, "No you don t. Not yet."
At that moment, her vaginal muscle clamped me in a vice-like grip. I was stunned. I could help grown, "Oh your so strong and muscular, even in the tunnel of love."
"You want to see how strong it is?" she huffed.
"Oh yes," was my reply. She began to get on her knees. As she did so, she took my butt with her! My large manhood was trapped in her! Then she began to gyrate her hips again. With my ass still in the air, her powerful vaginal muscles were working me back into a frenzy. She worked faster and faster and faster. She finally put me back down as she was pushing harder and faster and harder and faster. And finally, we came together in a wonderful harmony for spasms.
When they subsided, I stroked Brenda s hair and she cuddled close to me. She began to rub my stomach and chest. I broke to silence first. "Why me?" I asked
"What?" was her reply.
"Don t get me wrong, I love what your doing. But I can t help wonder why me. After all, I m a skinny computer nerd. Not at all the type that could possible be your equal."
"I don t know. I guess it s because you make feel so good and excepted. Beside I want to get bigger and I know you won t mind."
"By all means, get bigger. Then maybe the second time I have this experience it will be better. I m just glad I waited."
"Waited? You mean this is your first time?"
"Yea."
Brenda smiled. "Then you don t know how far you can go."
"What do you mean?"
With the same devilish smile, Brenda slide one arm under my chest and the other over me. She lifted me (WOW!) and slide under me. She positioned me across her chest, put one arm on my stomach, and start to bench press my 135 lbs. over her head. Every time I came down she gave me a passionate kiss while still holding me in the air. She did this at least twenty times with no signs of getting tired. This feat of strength got me instantly excited.
"That's what I mean," she said, eyeing my reaction. "You like being lifted, huh?"
"Oh, yes," I groaned. "But I m beginning to feel dizzy."
"Don t worry, you relax. I'll do all the work for my baby." Brenda then slid me vertically on top of her. She grabbed hold of my erect penis and gave a little squeeze.
"My, it s almost as hard as me." She put her legs around my waist and lifted me. She than inserted me into her. She certainly was doing all the work. Her huge quads were gently lifting me up and down as she gyrated her hips. Her humongous thighs were beautiful to behold. I ran my hands all over the deep grooves and massiveness of them. I knew she could instantly crush the life out of me. This ride of pure and raw strength had me climaxing along with the wonderful Amazon. We fell asleep in each others arms.
The next day, my sister was feeling better. Since my sister was better and with my father returning in another day, I could not have another encounter with my beautiful amazon. She would occasionally taunt me by flexing her arm or flexing her rock hard ass. Before she got on the plane, she gave me a long passionate kiss while my sister was saying good by to my father. She grabbed my ass again and lifted me off the ground. Oh what a feeling! When I got home, I noticed something in my back pocket. It was Brenda s number.
THE END?
METRIC CONVERTIONS: "Their 41 cm round. I can curl 80 kilos for reps. My max. is 96 kilos. That's not the only big part of me. My chest is probably the thickest part of my body. I can bench press 205 kilos for reps and 217 kilos max. My quads are 77 cm round. I can squat 227 kilos and leg press about 680 kilos. But I m growing everyday. Could you believe that 1.78 m girl could weigh 90 kilos and not have an inch of fat?"
135 lbs. = 61 kilos
By hatour@aol.com
METRIC COUNTRIES: When you see numbers, go to the end of the story for the metric conversions.
First you should know that Brenda is only three years my senior. She was my sister s best friend when we lived in Albuquerque. For three years, they were on the drill team (sort of like a cheerleader). She was skinny and tried to stay that way. The last time I saw her, she was sixteen and I was thirteen.
My sister and Brenda had kept in touch throughout college. They were still good friends. They both had graduated college and were working. My father was transferred to London. I spent my senior year in high school there.
This brings us to this year. I was working in London and living with my father during the summer. I was in my second year of college. My sister decided to come and visit us. She invited Brenda and got excited when Brenda accepted her invitation. My sister and Brenda had visited each other often, but, like I said before, I had not seen her since Albuquerque.
The day arrived when I was to meet my sister and Brenda at the airport. It s a long drive to Heathrow Airport from the West End, about an hour. Thoughts raced through my head about Brenda. I have to admit, I had a crush on her when I was in middle school.
At the terminal, I greeted my sister and Brenda. Brenda still had the prettiest face I had ever seen. I couldn't tell what her body looked like because she was wearing a baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants. When I went to hug her hello, she seemed solid, but I thought nothing of it.
"God, Adam," Brenda said. "You have grown. Your as tall as me." We started to walk to the baggage claim.
"Really," I replied. "I don t pay that much attention to my height. You know how short I was. How tall are you?"
"Five feet, eight inches. You know, Adam, it wouldn't hurt to put on some weight. It would fill you out a bit."
"Please don t get started with that. I get enough harassment from my mother about my weight. Besides, I have a fast metabolism."
"She s right," my sister chimed in. "But, that's funny coming from you, Brenda. You used to be skinnier than he is."
"Not any more," Brenda said proudly.
"You did fill out. I felt it when we hugged," I commented.
"Glad you noticed," Brenda said smiling. She winked at me and pinched my ass.
"Brenda!" my sister yelled in surprise. They laughed while I blushed.
She gave me a pretty powerful pinch. I could still feel it when we arrived at the baggage claim.
Brenda spotted her bag as soon as we arrived. I was a huge black duffle bag. When I grabbed the bag and pulled at it, it wouldn't budge. I gave it a might heave and barely got it off the carrousel. Brenda thanked me.
She said she would grab her next bag, it was just as heavy. As her second bag came around, she grabbed it and lifted it off the carrousel as if it was as light as a feather! I was amazed.
Brenda noticed my look of amazement. "I told you I filled out," Brenda said smiling.
We got my sister s bags and walked out to the car. Brenda was carrying her two bags with no problems. She put her bags in the car with each arm that was carrying it. I thought that I noticed her sweatshirt tighten at her arm when she lifted the bags into the truck. I quickly dismissed the idea that it was her bicep because the sweatshirt was too big, even if she filled out a bit.
We put the rest of the bags in the back seat. My sister said she wasn't feeling too well and that Brenda could have the front seat. As soon as we hit the road, my sister was sleeping.
"So, what have you been doing with yourself?" Brenda inquired.
"Not much. College is boring. I was part of a fraternity, but that didn't work out."
"Speaking of working out. Why don t you? Didn't you used to play sports?"
"Well, I used to play soccer until I blew out my knee my freshman year. I was told stay off it and I sort of went to pot. I did play some soccer at college. I also hike a bit. I have good endurance, but I don t seem to gain muscle or fat, which is fine with me."
"I think you could build some muscle. All it take is time and determination."
"Right," I said, rolling my eyes. "What have you been doing?"
"Well, the University of New Mexico was fun. There was no drill team there so I tried out for the cheerleading squad. I got in as second string. They said that I needed more weight and power to be able to maneuver like the regular cheerleaders. I started to workout as part of the cheerleader regiment that prescribed for us. The coach recommended that I do some extra work in the weight room. I caught the eye of a football player. He helped me. Needless to say, I made the regular cheerleading squad the next year. I stayed on the squad until I graduated. I wanted to be a flight attendant, but that didn't work out. I now work at a bank. I m in charge of security."
"Security?" I was surprised.
"I majored in criminology at UNM. Besides, you don t think that a woman can handle bank robbers?"
"I didn't say that. It just conflicts with the image I have of you. Of course that image is a bit out dated. But as long as you are happy at what your doing, all the power to you. Are you going out with that football player?"
"I did for a while, but he, uh, broke up with me. I m not seeing anyone now. Why?"
"Just wondering."
"Uh huh," was her response. She smiled and patted me on the leg. "How much longer till we get to your house?"
"About forty-five minutes," I replied.
"I m going to take a nap."
"Okay. I'll wake you up when we get there," I said. I looked at her. She looked like an angel. Her shoulder-length golden blond hair was in a small ponytail. Her pert nose and sweet mouth breathed in unison with her still covered chest. I started to feel some pressure in my pants. I quickly stopped thinking about her. I guess I never really got over my crush with her.
We arrived at home and went into the flat. The set up was this. There was one guest room. Brenda was going to sleep there. I had two beds in my room. I was going to sleep in one and my sister in the other. At least that was the plan. However, my sister came down with a fever. She was now going to sleep in the guest room, Brenda in my room, and me on the couch.
Brenda was refreshed by her nap and ready to hit the town. I showed her around a bit and we had a great time.
"You know, Adam, you don t have to sleep on the couch. You can sleep in your room," Brenda said over dinner.
"Come on, your the guest. I will not have you sleep on the couch," I insisted.
"I m not going to sleep on the couch. The beds are in opposite sides of the room. We re both adults. I think we can handle it. I promise I won't rape you if you don t rape me." She said the last sentence laughing.
At night, Brenda called her mother and some friends. I over heard her say that she thought I was cute. My heart soared, but I had to be careful.
After all, she was my sister s friend and both my sister and father were in the house. It wouldn't be right.
As I was thinking this, my father called me into the den. He told me he was called back to the United States on business. He would be gone for the rest of the week. I had to take care of my sister who was still sick and keep Brenda occupied.
This meant that I had to take to week off from work. I didn't mind because this also meant that I could spend the week with Brenda.
I prepared to go to sleep and started to read in bed. That's when Brenda entered the room. She started to prepare to go to bed. I spied on her past my book.
The first thing she did was take off her sweatshirt with her back to me. I saw her upper body for the first time. And what an upper body! I don t know where to begin. Her shoulders were huge balls of rock hard muscle. Her triceps were thick and huge. Her striations were deep, which made her triceps look even bigger. Her back was animated with every movement. It was deep, dense, and immense. The skin covering her back was paper thin. Her wide back tapered down to an almost minuscule waist. My penis was erect before she got fully undressed. I was starting to breath heavily. Then she took off her sweatpants. The first thing I noticed was her ass. The two rock hard moons were breathtaking. The striations were so deep, you could see them through her thin panties. Her thighs were humongous. They were easily three times bigger than her waist. The most amazing part of this Amazonian goddess was her calves. They were the size of melons. They were like beautifully cut diamonds. They bunched as she moved about.
My erection was throbbing now.
I quickly got up and ran into the bathroom. As soon as I got there, I blew my wade. The orgasm was so intense that I fell to the floor. When I was done, I was completely spent. That was the most intense orgasm I had ever had, and I didn't even touch my penis.
Brenda heard my fall and knocked on the door.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"Uh, uh, yeah," I said. "Don t come in. I'll be right out." I hurriedly cleaned myself off and regained my composure."
When I entered she was wearing a full length cotton night-gown. That was when I first noticed her breasts. They looked like a huge D cup. They were protruding out like they were floating in the air. It provided a tent for the rest of her body. The cotton cloth of the night-gown didn't even touch the rest of her body. It look like she was a floating angel.
When she saw me come in, she asked, "Are you okay? What happened?"
"Oh, uh, I slipped," I said.
"You scared me when you ran past me so fast. What was the emergency?"
"It was a guy thing. Don t worry. Get some sleep. I'll see you in the morning."
"Don t wake me up until noon, okay?"
"No problem. Good night."
"Good night."
I woke up early and wished my father a good flight. I then called work and got the week off. I cooked breakfast and waited for Brenda to wake up.
I heard her get up at around 11:30 am. About thirty minutes later, I heard her get in the shower. It stopped.
"Hey, Adam" a voice called from behind me. I turned around. I was completely overwhelmed at what I saw. There was Brenda, dressed in a tiny bikini, soaking wet, standing at the doorway. I instantly felt a stirring in my loins. The woman who stood before me was the muscular amazon of my dreams.
Her chest was immense. The huge expansion of her pectoral muscles were thick with beefy muscle. Her cleavage was enhanced by the deep crevasse of her pecs. The deep striations cut into her dense and thick pecs. Her shoulders were striated balls of thick muscle. Her full breasts were shading the most amazing grid of abdominal muscles. They stood out like golf balls. Not only were her "six-pack" hard and thick, so were her side abdominals. Her huge, broad lats expanded with every breath. Her quadriceps were mind boggling. They sprang forth from an almost non-existent waist. The thick, cords of muscle were covered with deep striations. All together, her muscularly thick body was packed on with more dense muscle than I had ever seen on a male bodybuilder. "Come here" she said. I shakily got up. My robe did nothing to hide my raging, throbbing hard-on. She smiled. As I walked closer, she slowly raised her arms and began a slow concentrated flex. He bicep grew and grew and grew. As I walked closer, it grew larger and larger. When I was standing in front of her, she had finished her flex, but held it. Her bicep was as larger than an American football.
"Touch it" she commanded. I greatly complied. Not only was she thick with dense muscle, she was as hard as a rock. She slowly brought her arms down and tore my robe off. My rock hard cock was ready to burst. It was sticking out of my briefs. With a small tug, she released my cock from its cloth prison.
She brought me close to her and kissed me. Her tongue probed every inch of my mouth. She then slowly slide her hands from my head to my naked butt. With a hand on each butt check, she lifted my up off the floor. She pressed my hard cock up against her unyielding abdominals. She slowly started to rub my cock up and down she rock hard abdominal muscles. She was bringing to a state of ecstasy I had only dreamed of. She was going painfully slow and I was longing for her to let me come.
As she was pumping me up and down with her arms, they began to grow larger and they were being pumped with blood. I placed my hands on her biceps and started to squeeze them. I could not make a dent in the stone-like muscle threw the paper thin skin. My hands could only hold on to half of the growing biceps. Started to increase the speed. Up then down ..up .then down up ..then down .up then down... up... then down. Up and down, up and down, up and down.
When the rubbing reached it fevered pace, my whole body shook with the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. Streams of semen were released and cascaded over Brenda s rock hard abdominal muscles. She held me firm as my body shook and spasmed. When I was done, I passed out. I woke up in my bed. I was naked and I noticed that the sun was setting.
I heard Brenda talking to my sister. Brenda told my sister to go to sleep. I heard her close the door, walk towards my door and opened it.
"Oh I m so happy your okay. I got worried when you passed out. How do you feel?" Brenda said.
"I m okay, but I m starved," I replied
"Good. I made you and Alison some chicken soup. Stay right there." With that, Brenda disappeared. I heard her rummage in the kitchen and in no time she was beside me, spoon feeding me.
She was wearing a robe. It hide a lot of her muscularity. However, it could not hide her broad shoulders tapering to a tiny waist. It also accentuated her bust, to my pleasure.
"That's right eat it all up. You re going to need your energy tonight."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You'll see. Eat up now."
Many thoughts went through my head. Why did I need my energy? Then it dawned on me. "How did you know I was attracted to muscular women?"
"I noticed the bodybuilding magazines in your closet. They were well hidden, but you left one sticking out. I can tell that your parents don t know. It s okay. You re secret s safe with me."
"I had no idea you were so huge."
"I hide it well. Not to many appreciated my muscles like you do, especially since I m so big. I m happy though. I won the New Mexico State Bodybuilding Championship last week. Next month I m going to be competing in the USA Bodybuilding Championship.
"Wow, that's great." I finished up my big bowl of soup. She put the dish away and returned to sit on the side of my bed.
"I hope you don t mind me asking, but how big are you?" I questioned.
"I don t mind." She pulled her robe sleeve up and held her arm straight out. "Put your hands around my arm."
I did so. Her tricep was so big, my fingers were barely able to touch. She slowly flexed. My hands were getting farther and farther apart. The stone hard creature grew and grew under my hands. The mountainous muscle came to a climax above her shoulders. I couldn't even palm the top of her bicep. When she was done flexing, her bicep was not the only muscle hard.
"How big do you think they are?"
"I don t know, but they re huge and feel rock hard."
"Their twenty inches round. I can curl 175 lbs. for reps. My max. is 210 lbs. That's not the only big part of me. My chest is probably the thickest part of my body. I can bench press 450 lbs. for reps and 477 lbs. max. My quads are thirty inches round. I can squat 500 lbs. and leg press about 1,500 lbs. But I m growing everyday. Could you believe that 5 8 girl could weigh 200 lbs. and not have an inch of fat?"
"Yes and I hope it continues to grow," I replied.
"Who? My muscles or Mr. Happy?" she asked, looking down at my pop tent.
"I can tell your ready for my present."
"What present?"
"You'll see." With that, she left the room. My room has two lights, one my closets and Brenda s bed, and one next to my bed. It had become dark and got out of bed to turn on my light. I read for a while, waiting to see what Brenda had in store for me. I was excited to see what she had prepared, but by the time I heard her voice, Mr. Happy wasn't stiff with excitement.
"Are you ready?" called Brenda from outside the room.
"Yea," I replied, as I put down the book. Brenda s hand peaked around the corner and turned on the closet light while turning off my bedside light. Music began to fill the air. "O! Oh! O, O, O, Ooooooooooooo Oh!" went the Boy II Men song. Brenda walked sexily in front of the lights. She was nothing short of awesome! Brenda was wearing a tight one-piece skirt that clung to her muscular body like a second skin. The black sleeveless dress started at her neck and stopped at the top of her thighs. She started to pose to the music while slowly striping off her dress. Her biceps were now pumped full of blood and threatened to burst through her paper thin skin. The striations on her thick and dense chest defied nature. She rippled them with ease like a male bodybuilder, making her full breasts giggle up and down. Her golf like abs were standing out in contrast to her tiny waist. Her ass was 100% pure unadulterated Grade A beef. They were huge and hard. They only moved when she flexed the striated half moons. Her quads are almost beyond description. They were easy bigger then her waist. One quadricep muscle was bigger and thicker that my arm. The striations were deep as wiggled them and tensed them countless times. Her calves were the size of grapefruit, but as hard as a diamond. She ended her routine with a most muscular pose. Her skin could hardly contain the massive muscularity it was called upon to hold.
She slow sexily sundered over to me. The flexing of her quads as walked towards me was driving me crazy. Her gaze of sexual lust was almost frightening. Her erect nipples where almost as hard as the rest on her body. Her chest was heaving up and down after her exertion, but I knew she could continue for hours. When she reached my bed, she leaned over and pulled the blanket away. "I can see your ready for me."
She climbed on top of me. Her weigh almost crushing me. She leaned over to my ear and whispered, "Do you want me?"
"More than anything in the world," I whispered back. My hands had begun to explore her body. There wasn't an inch of her that wasn't harder than steel. The only exception were her full, heaving bosom.
"Why do you want me?"
"Because your so big and powerful and strong and muscular and hard," I replied. With that, she slipped my throbbing cock into her wet pussy. As before, she was working me slowly. We were panting in unison as she gyrated her hips unison to mine. I was beginning to climax before her. When she realized this, she grunted, "No you don t. Not yet."
At that moment, her vaginal muscle clamped me in a vice-like grip. I was stunned. I could help grown, "Oh your so strong and muscular, even in the tunnel of love."
"You want to see how strong it is?" she huffed.
"Oh yes," was my reply. She began to get on her knees. As she did so, she took my butt with her! My large manhood was trapped in her! Then she began to gyrate her hips again. With my ass still in the air, her powerful vaginal muscles were working me back into a frenzy. She worked faster and faster and faster. She finally put me back down as she was pushing harder and faster and harder and faster. And finally, we came together in a wonderful harmony for spasms.
When they subsided, I stroked Brenda s hair and she cuddled close to me. She began to rub my stomach and chest. I broke to silence first. "Why me?" I asked
"What?" was her reply.
"Don t get me wrong, I love what your doing. But I can t help wonder why me. After all, I m a skinny computer nerd. Not at all the type that could possible be your equal."
"I don t know. I guess it s because you make feel so good and excepted. Beside I want to get bigger and I know you won t mind."
"By all means, get bigger. Then maybe the second time I have this experience it will be better. I m just glad I waited."
"Waited? You mean this is your first time?"
"Yea."
Brenda smiled. "Then you don t know how far you can go."
"What do you mean?"
With the same devilish smile, Brenda slide one arm under my chest and the other over me. She lifted me (WOW!) and slide under me. She positioned me across her chest, put one arm on my stomach, and start to bench press my 135 lbs. over her head. Every time I came down she gave me a passionate kiss while still holding me in the air. She did this at least twenty times with no signs of getting tired. This feat of strength got me instantly excited.
"That's what I mean," she said, eyeing my reaction. "You like being lifted, huh?"
"Oh, yes," I groaned. "But I m beginning to feel dizzy."
"Don t worry, you relax. I'll do all the work for my baby." Brenda then slid me vertically on top of her. She grabbed hold of my erect penis and gave a little squeeze.
"My, it s almost as hard as me." She put her legs around my waist and lifted me. She than inserted me into her. She certainly was doing all the work. Her huge quads were gently lifting me up and down as she gyrated her hips. Her humongous thighs were beautiful to behold. I ran my hands all over the deep grooves and massiveness of them. I knew she could instantly crush the life out of me. This ride of pure and raw strength had me climaxing along with the wonderful Amazon. We fell asleep in each others arms.
The next day, my sister was feeling better. Since my sister was better and with my father returning in another day, I could not have another encounter with my beautiful amazon. She would occasionally taunt me by flexing her arm or flexing her rock hard ass. Before she got on the plane, she gave me a long passionate kiss while my sister was saying good by to my father. She grabbed my ass again and lifted me off the ground. Oh what a feeling! When I got home, I noticed something in my back pocket. It was Brenda s number.
THE END?
METRIC CONVERTIONS: "Their 41 cm round. I can curl 80 kilos for reps. My max. is 96 kilos. That's not the only big part of me. My chest is probably the thickest part of my body. I can bench press 205 kilos for reps and 217 kilos max. My quads are 77 cm round. I can squat 227 kilos and leg press about 680 kilos. But I m growing everyday. Could you believe that 1.78 m girl could weigh 90 kilos and not have an inch of fat?"
135 lbs. = 61 kilos
7
Muscular Women Fiction / Re: Hatour's Stories
« Last post by Chainer★ on Today at 08:20:34 am »Brandi - The World's Strongest Woman
By Hatour@aol.com
As you all know, the Worlds Strongest Man competition is held every year. Men from all over the world compete regional competitions until there are 10 left. Those proud few go to the finals to test their strength and muscular endurance. There is a little known part of the contest called the challenge. The challenge is can be invoked by anyone. It was placed in the rules in case anyone thought that they had been cheated. The challenge is more difficult than the actual contest. The challenger must beat all the winners of all the contests that were run for the finals. Finally, the overall winner got to challenge the challenger to a contest of his choosing. You can see why no one has invoked the challenge, that is until this year.
This year, the contest finals were held in Primm, Nevada, I just outside Las Vegas. When Jouko Ahola was about to be awarded the title of world strongest man, the presenter asked if there was a challenge. Too the surprise of everyone, a voice came from the crowd the yelled out "YES!" There was a hush in the crowd as the challenger emerged from the crowd. Immediately, laugher followed the quietness. Everyone was laughing because the person who had offered the challenge was a girl. She was hunched over and was wearing a fat woman's dress and she obviously filled out the dress, especially at the belly.
"Lady, you can't be serious!" the presenter asked.
"Oh I am," she replied calmly. "I want to challenge Ahola. Unless, of course, he's afraid of a fat girl."
"I am afraid of no one!" Jouko proclaimed to the crowd. "I will accept your challenge!"
"Very well," the presenter announced. "The challenge will be conducted tomorrow at 8:00 am. If . ah." he whispered "what's your name?"
"Brandi Abbott," she answered.
"If Brandi Abbott loses a single event in the challenge, it will end and Jouko Ahola will be crowned the World's Strongest Man!"
Everyone was at awe that a fat girl would dare challenge Ahola. There were comments from the crowd that she was big, but that it was mostly fat.
We all returned the next day. Brandi was sitting in a chair, looking very confident. Everyone was setting up for the first event, the truck pull. Flemming Rasmussen finished in 46.35 seconds, an improvement over his 47.87 seconds during the contest. Everyone thought that the contest would be done. Even if Brandi but her weight into it, no one believed that she could beat 46.35 seconds. But I wasn't so sure. I noticed that she was standing very still, and I thought I saw some ripples in her arm that was caused from nervous flexing, not sagging fat.
"Brandi, " the presiding referee said, "It's your turn."
"Very well, " she replied. "Just let me get ready." She walked out, front and center to the crowd. Just my luck, that was were I was standing. For some reason, she singled me out in the crowd and stared intensely into my eyes. She began to rise and rise and rise. She stood up at her full height for the first time. She towered above everyone at six foot, six inches tall (2m). She spread her arms out and started to flex them. At first there were some chuckles from the crowd, but they all stopped when the ripping sounds were heard. She hadn't even flexed 25 degrees when the top of her biceps ripped through her dress sleeve. At 90 degrees, her biceps and triceps tore through her sleeve completely. Her biceps were as big as footballs, and she wasn't fully flexed. When she finished her flex, she smiled at me. She obviously saw the erection pressed against my pants, but I didn't care. I was transfixed by her huge mountains of muscles that rested on her arms.
Next she flared out her lats. Once again the fabric of her dress disintegrated against the force of her ever expanding lats. Her dress fell to the ground, and everyone gasped in amazement. The fat girl that everyone was laughing at turned out to be one of the most muscular women, let alone man, on earth.
She held her lats out and let everyone take in her spectacular form. Her pecs were striated mounds of massive muscle. Her pert C cup breasts were constrained by a halter top that went around on bowling ball sized shoulder. Her lats converged to a 35 inch (88.9 cm) waist. Her abdominal muscles were the size of tennis balls. Her obliques were just as shredded. Her legs were meaty columns that but an ancient redwood tree to shame. Her legs were easily more than twice the size of her waist. They led to a pair of full diamond-like calves that rivaled her massive arms, which were now the size of a soccer ball.
Ironically enough, the woman whom everyone assumed was fat, didn't have an once of fat on her. The only exception being her wonderfully perfect breasts. As she stepped out of the dress, she winked at me a blew me a kiss. I lost it. I had to leave, the spot on my pants had to be cleaned. Brandi picked up the dress and revealed the stuffing in the dress to everyone and then to Jouko. She dropped the dress in front of him and leaned in close to his ear, giving a great view of her cleavage and massive muscular pecs. She whispered in his ear, "You're mine." Now Jouko was beginning to think that he had a real contest one his hands, but he still thought he could beat her.
I got back just in time to catch her finish the race. She took the straps that go around the body with her left hand, her WEAK hand (if she had one), and walked unwaveringly to finish line in a record 10 seconds. She wiped her hand together and did a double biceps pose. The crowd erupted in applause as everyone began to admirer the huge beefy musculature of this amazing woman.
Next came the overhead lift. Since Collins had injured himself, Jouko did the honors. He grasped the weight and ripped out 14 reps, once again doing better than his 12 reps. He gave out a yell and responded with his own double bicep pose. This was a mistake. His biceps were obviously smaller than Brandi's and he had some fat on his arms. He was a bit upset that the crowd did not respond to him in the same way as they responded to Brandi. "Try and beat that!" he yelled at her.
She hoped up and took the weight in her hands. The judge made her stop at 30 reps. She took the weight and tossed it aside as if it were a pebble. She won the car roll and the husafel stone in the same convincing style. That's when we took a break for lunch. Brandi was immediately mobbed by people wanting her autograph or just wanting to touch her. She towered over everyone. She made eye contact with me again and gave me wink. Chills went down my spine. I went in to get lunch and to recollect myself. After all, my friend was at full attention again.
Some how she found me at the eatery and sat down across from me. I was looking directly into her chest, then I looked up to her face. This was the first time I actually noticed her face. MY GOD she was gorgeous!! She had crystal, clear blue eyes that looked right through me. Her shoulder length jet black hair was tied into a small pony-tail. I smiled at her and she smiled back at me. "Hi, I'm Brandi," she said, breaking the silence.
"I'm Matt, " I replied, thanking the guy upstairs that I had my voice. "Could I ask you a question?"
"Sure. I'm an open book."
"What's your interest in me? I don't mind the attention, in fact, I love it. But I just got to know."
"Well first, you're the only person who didn't start off a conversation with asking me about my muscles. I like that you can think of me in other ways. You are also the only one in the crowd who did not laugh at me or make a snide comment about me when I made the challenge. I like open-minded people. I came to sit with you because I could tell you liked what you saw when I tore out of my clothes. Does that answer your question?"
"Yea." I continued to eat my meal. She started to eat her meal also. She had two trays full of food and devoured it. She finished before me. She looked up at me and asked, "Well aren't you going to ask me about how I got so big or who old I am or even my measurements?"
"I figured you'd tell me when your ready," I said smiling at her.
She looked back at me with a coy smile. "I see. I can tell I'm going to enjoy you." A almost spit out my food when she said that. She laughed and continued. "You should know that I'm only 17 years old." I looked at her unbelieving and stopped eating. "It's true. I'm six foot six (2 m) and weigh 350 lbs. (158.76 kg). The doctors say that I have about another inch or two to grow and that I have completed about 75% of my puberty. This means that I can still grow bigger and stronger. My arms measure about 22 inches (55.88 cm) around and I do single arm dumbbell curls of 200 lbs. (340.19 kg) for reps. My breasts are C cups but they still seem to be growing. I can bench press 750 lbs. (340.19 kg) for reps and I haven't even tried a max. I do about 2,000 upside-down sit-ups a day. I squat.well, you'll see in the next event. However, my thighs measure 88 inches (223.52 cm). I do calf raises of 1,000 lbs. (453.59 kg) for reps with my 23 inch (58.42 cm) calves. So, what do you think?" She punctuated her question with a right bicep flex.
I was speechless. My erection was throbbing. Jouko didn't have a snowball's chance in hell of beating her at any contest of strength. And if what she says is true, she could become 25% bigger!! "Do you want to touch my bicep?"
I nodded yes. I reached for her arm and my hands looked tiny on her bicep. I but both on and they only covered about half her bicep. Oh she was so hard and warm and unbelievable. Words are failing me. That was the second time I shoot my wade.
"Uh oh," she said, getting up. "Time to finish. I hope you have a little more control tonight."
She walked away and I cleaned myself, again. When I got out there, everyone was staring at me. Some with jealousy and others with envy. Apparently, everyone had seen what had happened in the eatery. I didn't care because I had finally found the woman of my dreams. Besides, I wanted to see how much she could squat. After all, that was the next event.
Brandi told Mark Phillippi that he could start at any weight he wanted too. He decided to start at were he finished, at 821 lbs. (372.40 kg). He succeeded again, but to everyone's surprise (except mine of course) she waved the first lift. Mark attempted 850 lbs. (385.55 kg) and succeeded again; and she waved again. Mark was getting mad and tried 880 lbs. (399.16), this time he failed; and Brandi laughed. Mark walked up to her and said, "Okay, girl, lets see what you can do!"
Brandi walked to the referee and whispered a number in his ear. At first he refused her, but she shot him a look that made him change his mind. The helpers started to add weight to the stand. More and more weight was added to the stand until the referee announced the weight she was attempting, "1,500 lbs. (680.39 kg)!!"
The crowd was stunned into silence. No one moved or made a sound as she positioned herself under the bar. She looked at me and winked. She stood up with the weight on her shoulders. The bar and stand creaked from the pressure. She squatted the full weight and stood back up, but she didn't stop there. She squatted the weight again, and again and again. She squatted the weight a full 20 times before she stopped. The crowd erupted with wild excitement.
She walked up to me and lead me to the resting area. "You can stay here and help me rest." It was intoxicating to be near her. "At first, I was going to put on the weight that I normally work out with, but I thought that might be too much for the crowd to handle."
"You mean you don't even work out at that weight?"
"Nope. My legs are the strongest part of my body, second to my arms." She shot me a beaming a smile and I just melted.
Unfortunately, my friend didn't, it was excited stiff . ;)Flemming Rasmussen got about the same time of six kegs in 46.05 seconds. Brandi decided to stop playing games. She took a keg in each arm and placed them in the proper places in a record 10 seconds. Jouko was getting scared now, but he still thought he could beat her. The dead lift was the event that everyone was waiting for. Jouko had set a record in this event to take the lead and, ultimately, the title.
Jouko meant business. He decided that he would let her go first. Brandi asked if he was sure, and he nodded yes. He was planning to forfeit this event to save his strength for the final. I thought it showed bad form, but it was his privilege of as champion. She set the bar at 1,105 lbs. (501.22 kg). She looked directly at Jouko, took the weight in her hands and dead lifted the weight. Then she heaved it to her chest. The people in the crowd were amazed. She then lifted it over her head with a mighty heave. The crowd went wild, flash bulbs were going off like crazy. She turned 360 degrees to let everyone see then dropped the weight on the ground.
"God that felt good!" she exclaimed as she sat back down on her chair. Jouko made his announcement to forfeit this part of the competition and said that he wanted to skip the medley and proceed directly to the challenge. The judges agreed if Brandi agreed, and she did.
"The challenge is as follows," Jouko announced to the crowd. "The girl must crush a 200 lb. (90.72 kg) boulder between her chest and arms and then crush a 750 lb. (340.19 kg) boulder between her legs. If she succeeds, that I shall completes the feat with a keg!" The crowded roared in disapproval. Everyone new that the crushing bit was what made him famous. The judges where about to call him out of line and to make another challenge, but Brandi interrupted them.
"I accept the final challenge!" she proclaimed and crowd erupted with cheers. The crowd, as well as myself, did not think that even the might Brandi could put off this feat of strength.
"Can you do it?" I asked.
"I really don't know, but I'd love to try." Her eyes burned with a fiery intensity that both frightened and aroused me. This would be good.
First came the 200 lb. (90.72 kg) boulder. She grasped it with her big hands. Her huge arms actually went all the way around the boulder. She clasped her hands and began the pressure. Her back began to bulge. Her halter-top was begin to get stressed as her back got bigger through her exertion. The deep grove down her back began to channel the sweat off her back to her tight, clenched butt. Her arms were growing larger as a slight crackling sound was beginning to be heard. The crackling got louder as she flexed her arms and back to proportions that no one has ever seen before. Finally, in a puff of smoke, the boulder disintegrated to the unyielding might, power, and strength of Brandi.
The crowd was near riot with all the celebration that was going on. She flexed her mighty biceps and they looked bigger. They had to be a least 24 inches now. She gave a most muscular pose that flexed her impossibly large beefy pecs. She was so pumped that another tearing sound was heard. This time her sweat-drenched halter-top gave way to her amazing musculature. She immediately ran to me and I covered her with the towel she gave me before. She put on spare halter top and went back out to the staging area.
The 750 lb. (340.19 kg) boulder was there waiting for her. She lay down on the ground and placed the boulder between her legs. Once again her huge limbs were able to snake their way around the entire boulder. Her massive thighs jumped to attention, signifying that she had started. Her thighs were nothing short of spectacular to behold. The striations on her thighs were so deep, you could lose a finger in them. Her thighs began to expand some more. Her tight clinched ass probably would have crushed a walnut if I had placed one between her glutes. She began to scream as the familiar crackling sound was heard. Her thighs were continuing to expand. The boulder didn't have a chance. A puff of smoke signified the end of the over matched boulder.
Once again she jumped up and flexed for the cheering crowd. She relaxed her leg and shook it. The pure mass of the leg was swinging far to the right and left until she flexed. The beefy quad stopped dead in it's tracks and displayed the thickest quads in the world. The definition was unreal. Her quad looked a half a foot over her knee. They looked even bigger than before. The massiveness of her legs seemed to increase before my very eyes.
When she was finished with the display, she walked over to me. "I don't think my muscles have been this big!" she exclaimed to me. Her look of excitement suddenly changed. She placed her hand on my butt and lifted me up to kiss her. I was in ecstasy. This was when I discovered she was a great kisser, too. Was there anything this woman couldn't do? "There's more where that came from, I hope your ready."
Jouko Ahola was forced to concede the title. So I bet your wondering what happened with Brandi and I. Well, that story is saved for another day. I promise you'll like it, especially what happened later that night
The End..for now
By Hatour@aol.com
As you all know, the Worlds Strongest Man competition is held every year. Men from all over the world compete regional competitions until there are 10 left. Those proud few go to the finals to test their strength and muscular endurance. There is a little known part of the contest called the challenge. The challenge is can be invoked by anyone. It was placed in the rules in case anyone thought that they had been cheated. The challenge is more difficult than the actual contest. The challenger must beat all the winners of all the contests that were run for the finals. Finally, the overall winner got to challenge the challenger to a contest of his choosing. You can see why no one has invoked the challenge, that is until this year.
This year, the contest finals were held in Primm, Nevada, I just outside Las Vegas. When Jouko Ahola was about to be awarded the title of world strongest man, the presenter asked if there was a challenge. Too the surprise of everyone, a voice came from the crowd the yelled out "YES!" There was a hush in the crowd as the challenger emerged from the crowd. Immediately, laugher followed the quietness. Everyone was laughing because the person who had offered the challenge was a girl. She was hunched over and was wearing a fat woman's dress and she obviously filled out the dress, especially at the belly.
"Lady, you can't be serious!" the presenter asked.
"Oh I am," she replied calmly. "I want to challenge Ahola. Unless, of course, he's afraid of a fat girl."
"I am afraid of no one!" Jouko proclaimed to the crowd. "I will accept your challenge!"
"Very well," the presenter announced. "The challenge will be conducted tomorrow at 8:00 am. If . ah." he whispered "what's your name?"
"Brandi Abbott," she answered.
"If Brandi Abbott loses a single event in the challenge, it will end and Jouko Ahola will be crowned the World's Strongest Man!"
Everyone was at awe that a fat girl would dare challenge Ahola. There were comments from the crowd that she was big, but that it was mostly fat.
We all returned the next day. Brandi was sitting in a chair, looking very confident. Everyone was setting up for the first event, the truck pull. Flemming Rasmussen finished in 46.35 seconds, an improvement over his 47.87 seconds during the contest. Everyone thought that the contest would be done. Even if Brandi but her weight into it, no one believed that she could beat 46.35 seconds. But I wasn't so sure. I noticed that she was standing very still, and I thought I saw some ripples in her arm that was caused from nervous flexing, not sagging fat.
"Brandi, " the presiding referee said, "It's your turn."
"Very well, " she replied. "Just let me get ready." She walked out, front and center to the crowd. Just my luck, that was were I was standing. For some reason, she singled me out in the crowd and stared intensely into my eyes. She began to rise and rise and rise. She stood up at her full height for the first time. She towered above everyone at six foot, six inches tall (2m). She spread her arms out and started to flex them. At first there were some chuckles from the crowd, but they all stopped when the ripping sounds were heard. She hadn't even flexed 25 degrees when the top of her biceps ripped through her dress sleeve. At 90 degrees, her biceps and triceps tore through her sleeve completely. Her biceps were as big as footballs, and she wasn't fully flexed. When she finished her flex, she smiled at me. She obviously saw the erection pressed against my pants, but I didn't care. I was transfixed by her huge mountains of muscles that rested on her arms.
Next she flared out her lats. Once again the fabric of her dress disintegrated against the force of her ever expanding lats. Her dress fell to the ground, and everyone gasped in amazement. The fat girl that everyone was laughing at turned out to be one of the most muscular women, let alone man, on earth.
She held her lats out and let everyone take in her spectacular form. Her pecs were striated mounds of massive muscle. Her pert C cup breasts were constrained by a halter top that went around on bowling ball sized shoulder. Her lats converged to a 35 inch (88.9 cm) waist. Her abdominal muscles were the size of tennis balls. Her obliques were just as shredded. Her legs were meaty columns that but an ancient redwood tree to shame. Her legs were easily more than twice the size of her waist. They led to a pair of full diamond-like calves that rivaled her massive arms, which were now the size of a soccer ball.
Ironically enough, the woman whom everyone assumed was fat, didn't have an once of fat on her. The only exception being her wonderfully perfect breasts. As she stepped out of the dress, she winked at me a blew me a kiss. I lost it. I had to leave, the spot on my pants had to be cleaned. Brandi picked up the dress and revealed the stuffing in the dress to everyone and then to Jouko. She dropped the dress in front of him and leaned in close to his ear, giving a great view of her cleavage and massive muscular pecs. She whispered in his ear, "You're mine." Now Jouko was beginning to think that he had a real contest one his hands, but he still thought he could beat her.
I got back just in time to catch her finish the race. She took the straps that go around the body with her left hand, her WEAK hand (if she had one), and walked unwaveringly to finish line in a record 10 seconds. She wiped her hand together and did a double biceps pose. The crowd erupted in applause as everyone began to admirer the huge beefy musculature of this amazing woman.
Next came the overhead lift. Since Collins had injured himself, Jouko did the honors. He grasped the weight and ripped out 14 reps, once again doing better than his 12 reps. He gave out a yell and responded with his own double bicep pose. This was a mistake. His biceps were obviously smaller than Brandi's and he had some fat on his arms. He was a bit upset that the crowd did not respond to him in the same way as they responded to Brandi. "Try and beat that!" he yelled at her.
She hoped up and took the weight in her hands. The judge made her stop at 30 reps. She took the weight and tossed it aside as if it were a pebble. She won the car roll and the husafel stone in the same convincing style. That's when we took a break for lunch. Brandi was immediately mobbed by people wanting her autograph or just wanting to touch her. She towered over everyone. She made eye contact with me again and gave me wink. Chills went down my spine. I went in to get lunch and to recollect myself. After all, my friend was at full attention again.
Some how she found me at the eatery and sat down across from me. I was looking directly into her chest, then I looked up to her face. This was the first time I actually noticed her face. MY GOD she was gorgeous!! She had crystal, clear blue eyes that looked right through me. Her shoulder length jet black hair was tied into a small pony-tail. I smiled at her and she smiled back at me. "Hi, I'm Brandi," she said, breaking the silence.
"I'm Matt, " I replied, thanking the guy upstairs that I had my voice. "Could I ask you a question?"
"Sure. I'm an open book."
"What's your interest in me? I don't mind the attention, in fact, I love it. But I just got to know."
"Well first, you're the only person who didn't start off a conversation with asking me about my muscles. I like that you can think of me in other ways. You are also the only one in the crowd who did not laugh at me or make a snide comment about me when I made the challenge. I like open-minded people. I came to sit with you because I could tell you liked what you saw when I tore out of my clothes. Does that answer your question?"
"Yea." I continued to eat my meal. She started to eat her meal also. She had two trays full of food and devoured it. She finished before me. She looked up at me and asked, "Well aren't you going to ask me about how I got so big or who old I am or even my measurements?"
"I figured you'd tell me when your ready," I said smiling at her.
She looked back at me with a coy smile. "I see. I can tell I'm going to enjoy you." A almost spit out my food when she said that. She laughed and continued. "You should know that I'm only 17 years old." I looked at her unbelieving and stopped eating. "It's true. I'm six foot six (2 m) and weigh 350 lbs. (158.76 kg). The doctors say that I have about another inch or two to grow and that I have completed about 75% of my puberty. This means that I can still grow bigger and stronger. My arms measure about 22 inches (55.88 cm) around and I do single arm dumbbell curls of 200 lbs. (340.19 kg) for reps. My breasts are C cups but they still seem to be growing. I can bench press 750 lbs. (340.19 kg) for reps and I haven't even tried a max. I do about 2,000 upside-down sit-ups a day. I squat.well, you'll see in the next event. However, my thighs measure 88 inches (223.52 cm). I do calf raises of 1,000 lbs. (453.59 kg) for reps with my 23 inch (58.42 cm) calves. So, what do you think?" She punctuated her question with a right bicep flex.
I was speechless. My erection was throbbing. Jouko didn't have a snowball's chance in hell of beating her at any contest of strength. And if what she says is true, she could become 25% bigger!! "Do you want to touch my bicep?"
I nodded yes. I reached for her arm and my hands looked tiny on her bicep. I but both on and they only covered about half her bicep. Oh she was so hard and warm and unbelievable. Words are failing me. That was the second time I shoot my wade.
"Uh oh," she said, getting up. "Time to finish. I hope you have a little more control tonight."
She walked away and I cleaned myself, again. When I got out there, everyone was staring at me. Some with jealousy and others with envy. Apparently, everyone had seen what had happened in the eatery. I didn't care because I had finally found the woman of my dreams. Besides, I wanted to see how much she could squat. After all, that was the next event.
Brandi told Mark Phillippi that he could start at any weight he wanted too. He decided to start at were he finished, at 821 lbs. (372.40 kg). He succeeded again, but to everyone's surprise (except mine of course) she waved the first lift. Mark attempted 850 lbs. (385.55 kg) and succeeded again; and she waved again. Mark was getting mad and tried 880 lbs. (399.16), this time he failed; and Brandi laughed. Mark walked up to her and said, "Okay, girl, lets see what you can do!"
Brandi walked to the referee and whispered a number in his ear. At first he refused her, but she shot him a look that made him change his mind. The helpers started to add weight to the stand. More and more weight was added to the stand until the referee announced the weight she was attempting, "1,500 lbs. (680.39 kg)!!"
The crowd was stunned into silence. No one moved or made a sound as she positioned herself under the bar. She looked at me and winked. She stood up with the weight on her shoulders. The bar and stand creaked from the pressure. She squatted the full weight and stood back up, but she didn't stop there. She squatted the weight again, and again and again. She squatted the weight a full 20 times before she stopped. The crowd erupted with wild excitement.
She walked up to me and lead me to the resting area. "You can stay here and help me rest." It was intoxicating to be near her. "At first, I was going to put on the weight that I normally work out with, but I thought that might be too much for the crowd to handle."
"You mean you don't even work out at that weight?"
"Nope. My legs are the strongest part of my body, second to my arms." She shot me a beaming a smile and I just melted.
Unfortunately, my friend didn't, it was excited stiff . ;)Flemming Rasmussen got about the same time of six kegs in 46.05 seconds. Brandi decided to stop playing games. She took a keg in each arm and placed them in the proper places in a record 10 seconds. Jouko was getting scared now, but he still thought he could beat her. The dead lift was the event that everyone was waiting for. Jouko had set a record in this event to take the lead and, ultimately, the title.
Jouko meant business. He decided that he would let her go first. Brandi asked if he was sure, and he nodded yes. He was planning to forfeit this event to save his strength for the final. I thought it showed bad form, but it was his privilege of as champion. She set the bar at 1,105 lbs. (501.22 kg). She looked directly at Jouko, took the weight in her hands and dead lifted the weight. Then she heaved it to her chest. The people in the crowd were amazed. She then lifted it over her head with a mighty heave. The crowd went wild, flash bulbs were going off like crazy. She turned 360 degrees to let everyone see then dropped the weight on the ground.
"God that felt good!" she exclaimed as she sat back down on her chair. Jouko made his announcement to forfeit this part of the competition and said that he wanted to skip the medley and proceed directly to the challenge. The judges agreed if Brandi agreed, and she did.
"The challenge is as follows," Jouko announced to the crowd. "The girl must crush a 200 lb. (90.72 kg) boulder between her chest and arms and then crush a 750 lb. (340.19 kg) boulder between her legs. If she succeeds, that I shall completes the feat with a keg!" The crowded roared in disapproval. Everyone new that the crushing bit was what made him famous. The judges where about to call him out of line and to make another challenge, but Brandi interrupted them.
"I accept the final challenge!" she proclaimed and crowd erupted with cheers. The crowd, as well as myself, did not think that even the might Brandi could put off this feat of strength.
"Can you do it?" I asked.
"I really don't know, but I'd love to try." Her eyes burned with a fiery intensity that both frightened and aroused me. This would be good.
First came the 200 lb. (90.72 kg) boulder. She grasped it with her big hands. Her huge arms actually went all the way around the boulder. She clasped her hands and began the pressure. Her back began to bulge. Her halter-top was begin to get stressed as her back got bigger through her exertion. The deep grove down her back began to channel the sweat off her back to her tight, clenched butt. Her arms were growing larger as a slight crackling sound was beginning to be heard. The crackling got louder as she flexed her arms and back to proportions that no one has ever seen before. Finally, in a puff of smoke, the boulder disintegrated to the unyielding might, power, and strength of Brandi.
The crowd was near riot with all the celebration that was going on. She flexed her mighty biceps and they looked bigger. They had to be a least 24 inches now. She gave a most muscular pose that flexed her impossibly large beefy pecs. She was so pumped that another tearing sound was heard. This time her sweat-drenched halter-top gave way to her amazing musculature. She immediately ran to me and I covered her with the towel she gave me before. She put on spare halter top and went back out to the staging area.
The 750 lb. (340.19 kg) boulder was there waiting for her. She lay down on the ground and placed the boulder between her legs. Once again her huge limbs were able to snake their way around the entire boulder. Her massive thighs jumped to attention, signifying that she had started. Her thighs were nothing short of spectacular to behold. The striations on her thighs were so deep, you could lose a finger in them. Her thighs began to expand some more. Her tight clinched ass probably would have crushed a walnut if I had placed one between her glutes. She began to scream as the familiar crackling sound was heard. Her thighs were continuing to expand. The boulder didn't have a chance. A puff of smoke signified the end of the over matched boulder.
Once again she jumped up and flexed for the cheering crowd. She relaxed her leg and shook it. The pure mass of the leg was swinging far to the right and left until she flexed. The beefy quad stopped dead in it's tracks and displayed the thickest quads in the world. The definition was unreal. Her quad looked a half a foot over her knee. They looked even bigger than before. The massiveness of her legs seemed to increase before my very eyes.
When she was finished with the display, she walked over to me. "I don't think my muscles have been this big!" she exclaimed to me. Her look of excitement suddenly changed. She placed her hand on my butt and lifted me up to kiss her. I was in ecstasy. This was when I discovered she was a great kisser, too. Was there anything this woman couldn't do? "There's more where that came from, I hope your ready."
Jouko Ahola was forced to concede the title. So I bet your wondering what happened with Brandi and I. Well, that story is saved for another day. I promise you'll like it, especially what happened later that night
The End..for now
8
Memorable Female Muscle & Hall of Legends / Re: A Tribute to FBB´s and the Magazines that dared to feature them
« Last post by maxmeier on Today at 08:20:24 am »Dutch Special Bulletins - 20 pages
Featuring a lot of strong muscle ladies of the past with exciting stories and statements on strength and wrestling husbands, featuring among amny others Theodora Jaegger, Ms. Sloten, Tina Woodley and Ruth Bergenso.
KARMA IS HIGHLY APPRECIATED!!!
[Hidden post: You need 10 karma to see it. Or become a VIP MEMBER to see it.]
• Savings Galore 🤑 35% Off For All International Orders
• Video chat with female bodybuilders, physique models and fitness athletes 24/7/365!
• If you're skinny get out here you are not belong here
All non-contributors risk getting permanently banned | Total 2666 Members Banned — and counting 🔥
Featuring a lot of strong muscle ladies of the past with exciting stories and statements on strength and wrestling husbands, featuring among amny others Theodora Jaegger, Ms. Sloten, Tina Woodley and Ruth Bergenso.
KARMA IS HIGHLY APPRECIATED!!!
[Hidden post: You need 10 karma to see it. Or become a VIP MEMBER to see it.]
• Savings Galore 🤑 35% Off For All International Orders
• Video chat with female bodybuilders, physique models and fitness athletes 24/7/365!
• If you're skinny get out here you are not belong here
All non-contributors risk getting permanently banned | Total 2666 Members Banned — and counting 🔥
9
Muscular Women Fiction / Hatour's Stories
« Last post by Chainer★ on Today at 08:19:53 am »The Bully
By hatour@aol.com
It all started when my sister came home from school. I was visiting my parents during spring break. I m a sophomore at New York University and my sister has just started high school. I was in the kitchen, when my younger sister came running into the house crying. Being the wonderful older brother that I was, I followed her and asked her what was wrong. That s went I first saw her face. She had a swollen cheek, bloody mouth, a split lip, and a black eye.
"What the hell happened to you?" I asked.
"I got beat up. What does it look like?" she replied
"Who did this to you?"
"The school bully."
"Who is this school bully?"
"I can't tell or she'll kill me."
"SHE?!"
"Yea, she."
"Look, Jenny. I m your older brother. Your much older brother. I think I can handle your little bully, especially if it is a girl."
Jenny looked at me and thought. After a short silence, she said, "Her name is Shirley."
"Were can I find her?"
"We get off at the same bus stop. Do you really think you can stop her from hurting me?"
"Of course I can. How will I know what she looks like?"
"Don't worry, you can t miss her. She' s really tall."
With that, we made a plan. Jenny would ask Shirley over to our house to pick up the homework that Jenny was supposed to be doing for her. When Shirley arrived, Jenny was to leave and I was to threaten Shirley; making sure that she didn t bother Jenny again. At the time, it sounded like a good idea. But as you about to find out, it wasn't.
Jenny and I picked a night that our parents were out. Shirley came on time. Jenny escorted Shirley to the kitchen and than met me in the garage. That was my cue to enter and Jenny s cue to leave. That left me and Shirley all alone, in case things got rough.
When I entered the kitchen, Shirley was sitting down. Her wavy black hair was long and full and her eyes were clear blue. She was wearing a cotton jacket. She was obviously more mature than Jenny and looked a bit heavy. I though she didn t look so tough. She probably used her weight advantage to get what she wants. But I think I could take her if push comes to shove.
"So your Shirley," I said.
She cocked one of her eyebrows, "Yea. Who wants to know?"
"I'm Jenny's older brother."
"So?"
I walked around the table to stand right next to her. I leaned in and said, "I hear that your beating up my kid sister."
She stood up .and up and up. When she was standing at full height, I only came up to the bridge of her nose! Now I'm not short. I m not tall, but at 5 10", I can hold my own. She was standing so close to me I could feel her breath on my face. "So what if I am. What are you going to do about it?"
"If you don t stop, I'll be forced to kick your big fat butt."
She stepped back and looked me up and down. I thought she would be impressed. I've been working out since I went to college and looked pretty good. I made sure to wear my polo shirt (It always makes me look big) and khaki shorts. My ego was shatter when she replied, "You?"
"Yeah, me!" I said, a little upset that she didn t take me seriously.
"Don't tell me you think you can take me on." That s when she peeled off her cotton jacket. I was able to see her arms for the first time. I could not believe it! Her muscles were so thick, they belonged to an oversized football player, not a girl who's a freshman in high school! There wasn't even an ounce of fat on them either. You could see the clear definition of the bicep and the tricep. Her tricep looked huge and her biceps looked enormous. I couldn t even begin to imagine what her arms looked like when they were flexed.
I must have been staring at them for a long time, because she began to giggle. That's when I realized that my mouth was hanging open. I also realized that you could see my reaction in my pants as well, as my member was beginning to press against my fly.
She sauntered up to me and put her finger on my chest when she said, "You have a pretty face. Do you really want to mess it trying to take me on?"
That's when I got mad. I drew back my fist and hit her square in the middle of her stomach. But instead of feeling her collapse around my fist, my fist turned numb. It was like I hit a solid side of beef hanging on a hook in a refrigerating unit. The resounding THUD echoed through the kitchen.
She gave a little chuckle and smiled at me if I were a foolish little child. She lifted the hem of her white blouse and said, "Look. You did even leave a mark."
I looked at her stomach and she was right. There wasn t even any evidence that I had punched her. What was more amazing was the condition of her abdominals. They looked like they were carved out of marble. Not only could you see her "six-pack", you could also see her side abdominal muscles.
"I've got an idea," Shirley said.
"Are you a gambling man?"
"Yea," I replied, rubbing my hand.
"I'll stop beating up your sister if you can beat me arm-wrestling."
"What's the catch?"
"No catch. You even get to set the rules."
"And what do you get if I lose?"
"I get to relieve my tension you, anyway I wish," she said with an impish grin. She looked down. "I might even relieve some of your tension."
I couldn t believe it! She was actually coming on to me. I can only guess that no one found her attractive at her high school. It was also a safe bet that she was a virgin and that she was seeking some experience. This thought both aroused and frightened me. But I didn t think that it would come to that.
"Okay, here are the rules. One match, winner take all. Are you a righty or a lefty."
"A lefty."
"You have to arm-wrestle with your right hand, your weak hand. I can do anything I want to win. You, on the other hand, can t move from your seat or use the side of the table for leverage. Do you agree?"
"Agreed. But before we start, I d like you to know what your getting into. Do you have a tape measure?"
I knew this was a scare tactic, so I said, "No."
"That's okay," she replied, "we'll use mine." She pulled out her tape measure and I took it from her. "Let me warm up my arms before you measure them."
Let me tell you something about my parents. They love sturdy, old-fashion oak furniture. The coffee table, the entertainment center, and even the chairs are made of solid oak. Since they bought the furniture, they had not rearranged the room because it was to difficult to move them. Shirley positioned herself in front of a lounge chair. She bent down, grabbed the legs at the bottom of the chair, and lifted it up! Her arms exploded with power. Her biceps were the size of cantaloupes. Than she blew my mind when she began to pump it up and down. It hardly looked like she was straining. However, her biceps were beginning to grow as they warmed up. To see the way her arms were working was enough to get me hard again. They began to grow as big as my legs.
She stopped suddenly and put the chair back on the floor. "How much do you weigh?" she asked.
It was my time to intimidate, although I had already come to the conclusion that I was hopelessly overmatched. "Two hundred even," was my response, although I only weighed 165 lbs.
"Well, hop on the chair. This chair isn t heavy enough to give my arms a warm up."
Not heavy enough! I thought. She had to be kidding me. The chair had to be at least 70 lbs. and add about 50 lbs. because the way she was lifting the chair; 120 lbs. wasn't enough to give her a warm up?!? I smirked at her as I walked and sat on the chair. I knew that there was no way she could lift the combined 285 lbs.
She bent down and I was lofted into the air. She began to pump the chair up and down again! "That s more like it," was all she said. Looking at this amazon work her arms up close was nothing short of amazing. I could not fathom that a girl in high school, let alone a full grown man, could lift so much. Her arms was mind boggling. My now throbbing penis was pressing hard against my pants.
When she finished her last rep, she held me in the air. I could not tell you how many times she lifted me and the chair up, but I lost count at twenty. "I can see that your anxious to begin, so we'll measure my arms now and start the arm-wrestling match."
She put me down and I got out of the chair. My hands were trembling as I began to measure. I could not believe that I was so attracted to her. She was so muscular and sexy. Her breasts were pretty well developed for her age. They were big enough so she could not be mistaken for a man. But she was bigger and stronger than any man I have ever seen, even in a magazine. Her biceps measured a huge 21 inches!
"Okay, now that we have that out of the way, lets get down to business." She walked to the table and sat down. "I'm ready when you are," she smiled.
I walked to the table. I thought that the only way I could possibly win was if I caught her by surprise and I put all my weight into it. I sat down across from her. We locked arms. Her forearms were longer than mine and got up to put a book under my elbow. Shirley watched with amusement but said nothing. We locked arms again. Her forearm muscles were bigger than my biceps.
I counted, "1 ..2 ..3!" Right before three I got up and put all my weight and effort in pushing her arm down. It didn t work. I kept trying, but she kept her arm perfectly still and vertical.
"Tell me when you start," she taunted. Her arm was an immovable object. She finally took pity on me and slowly pinned me.
She wiped her hands together and stood up. Even though I knew it was coming, I still couldn't believe it. A high school freshman just beat me. A girl! But than I realized that I had to relieve some of her tension. That's when she interrupted my thoughts.
My legs lost their grip on the ground and were dangling in the air. She had picked me up under my armpits. When we eye to eye, she kissed me. It was a deep, passionate kiss. I was instantly aroused. That's when I though ..Fuck it. Here s the girl of my dreams. She makes Dorian Yates look like a pencil-necked geek with pipe-cleaner arms. She may be young, but her body isn t and I'll be happy to please her.
She carried me into my room and put me down. She took off all of her clothes. I was able to see her legs for the first time. Her quads were so defined, it defied imagination. They where as big as two of me. The individual parts of her thighs were the size of two pythons next together. Her calves shoot out from thin knees and ankles. She was huge and she was mine.
She ripped the clothes off me as if they were tissue paper. My cock was relieved to be released. "Now that I have won. I want you to fuck me. And you better make it good, because this is my first time. If I'm not satisfied, I'll kill you and your sister."
She picked me up and threw me onto the bed. She jumped on top of me and said, "Please me." It was my pleasure. I started at her biceps. They were so hard, I bet that they would cut glass. I caressed every part of her body with my lips. Her eyes were glazed over with pleasure. That's when she started to moan. She was wet and ready.
I inserted my penis in her tight love canal. I almost came right then and there, but she started to gyrate her hips. I was so strong that I almost screamed in pain. She ignored my expression of pain and kept on pumping on my cock. As she started to work me, I began to escalate to heights of ecstasy I have never reached with more experienced lovers.
We started to pump in unison. That s when she started to scream. She grasped the two solid metal poles that were my bed posts over my head. We started to pump faster and faster and faster. We came together in a chorus of screams. Her orgasm was so intense that she bent my bed posts in half.
When her orgasm subsided, she got off of me. I was totally spent. "My God that was great," she said. "Your sister is safe from now on. That is as long as you continue to pleasure me." She cuddled next to me and fell asleep.
When I woke up, she was gone. Was that all a dream!? I looked up and the metal poles were not bent. Shit! I thought. I had finally found the girl of my dreams and she turns out to be a dream.
I got out of bed and showered. As I was combing my hair in the mirror, I noticed something on my metal bed posts. I walked over them and my heart soared. There, on the metal bed posts, were the hand indentations that Shirley made when she had her orgasm.
THE END
By hatour@aol.com
It all started when my sister came home from school. I was visiting my parents during spring break. I m a sophomore at New York University and my sister has just started high school. I was in the kitchen, when my younger sister came running into the house crying. Being the wonderful older brother that I was, I followed her and asked her what was wrong. That s went I first saw her face. She had a swollen cheek, bloody mouth, a split lip, and a black eye.
"What the hell happened to you?" I asked.
"I got beat up. What does it look like?" she replied
"Who did this to you?"
"The school bully."
"Who is this school bully?"
"I can't tell or she'll kill me."
"SHE?!"
"Yea, she."
"Look, Jenny. I m your older brother. Your much older brother. I think I can handle your little bully, especially if it is a girl."
Jenny looked at me and thought. After a short silence, she said, "Her name is Shirley."
"Were can I find her?"
"We get off at the same bus stop. Do you really think you can stop her from hurting me?"
"Of course I can. How will I know what she looks like?"
"Don't worry, you can t miss her. She' s really tall."
With that, we made a plan. Jenny would ask Shirley over to our house to pick up the homework that Jenny was supposed to be doing for her. When Shirley arrived, Jenny was to leave and I was to threaten Shirley; making sure that she didn t bother Jenny again. At the time, it sounded like a good idea. But as you about to find out, it wasn't.
Jenny and I picked a night that our parents were out. Shirley came on time. Jenny escorted Shirley to the kitchen and than met me in the garage. That was my cue to enter and Jenny s cue to leave. That left me and Shirley all alone, in case things got rough.
When I entered the kitchen, Shirley was sitting down. Her wavy black hair was long and full and her eyes were clear blue. She was wearing a cotton jacket. She was obviously more mature than Jenny and looked a bit heavy. I though she didn t look so tough. She probably used her weight advantage to get what she wants. But I think I could take her if push comes to shove.
"So your Shirley," I said.
She cocked one of her eyebrows, "Yea. Who wants to know?"
"I'm Jenny's older brother."
"So?"
I walked around the table to stand right next to her. I leaned in and said, "I hear that your beating up my kid sister."
She stood up .and up and up. When she was standing at full height, I only came up to the bridge of her nose! Now I'm not short. I m not tall, but at 5 10", I can hold my own. She was standing so close to me I could feel her breath on my face. "So what if I am. What are you going to do about it?"
"If you don t stop, I'll be forced to kick your big fat butt."
She stepped back and looked me up and down. I thought she would be impressed. I've been working out since I went to college and looked pretty good. I made sure to wear my polo shirt (It always makes me look big) and khaki shorts. My ego was shatter when she replied, "You?"
"Yeah, me!" I said, a little upset that she didn t take me seriously.
"Don't tell me you think you can take me on." That s when she peeled off her cotton jacket. I was able to see her arms for the first time. I could not believe it! Her muscles were so thick, they belonged to an oversized football player, not a girl who's a freshman in high school! There wasn't even an ounce of fat on them either. You could see the clear definition of the bicep and the tricep. Her tricep looked huge and her biceps looked enormous. I couldn t even begin to imagine what her arms looked like when they were flexed.
I must have been staring at them for a long time, because she began to giggle. That's when I realized that my mouth was hanging open. I also realized that you could see my reaction in my pants as well, as my member was beginning to press against my fly.
She sauntered up to me and put her finger on my chest when she said, "You have a pretty face. Do you really want to mess it trying to take me on?"
That's when I got mad. I drew back my fist and hit her square in the middle of her stomach. But instead of feeling her collapse around my fist, my fist turned numb. It was like I hit a solid side of beef hanging on a hook in a refrigerating unit. The resounding THUD echoed through the kitchen.
She gave a little chuckle and smiled at me if I were a foolish little child. She lifted the hem of her white blouse and said, "Look. You did even leave a mark."
I looked at her stomach and she was right. There wasn t even any evidence that I had punched her. What was more amazing was the condition of her abdominals. They looked like they were carved out of marble. Not only could you see her "six-pack", you could also see her side abdominal muscles.
"I've got an idea," Shirley said.
"Are you a gambling man?"
"Yea," I replied, rubbing my hand.
"I'll stop beating up your sister if you can beat me arm-wrestling."
"What's the catch?"
"No catch. You even get to set the rules."
"And what do you get if I lose?"
"I get to relieve my tension you, anyway I wish," she said with an impish grin. She looked down. "I might even relieve some of your tension."
I couldn t believe it! She was actually coming on to me. I can only guess that no one found her attractive at her high school. It was also a safe bet that she was a virgin and that she was seeking some experience. This thought both aroused and frightened me. But I didn t think that it would come to that.
"Okay, here are the rules. One match, winner take all. Are you a righty or a lefty."
"A lefty."
"You have to arm-wrestle with your right hand, your weak hand. I can do anything I want to win. You, on the other hand, can t move from your seat or use the side of the table for leverage. Do you agree?"
"Agreed. But before we start, I d like you to know what your getting into. Do you have a tape measure?"
I knew this was a scare tactic, so I said, "No."
"That's okay," she replied, "we'll use mine." She pulled out her tape measure and I took it from her. "Let me warm up my arms before you measure them."
Let me tell you something about my parents. They love sturdy, old-fashion oak furniture. The coffee table, the entertainment center, and even the chairs are made of solid oak. Since they bought the furniture, they had not rearranged the room because it was to difficult to move them. Shirley positioned herself in front of a lounge chair. She bent down, grabbed the legs at the bottom of the chair, and lifted it up! Her arms exploded with power. Her biceps were the size of cantaloupes. Than she blew my mind when she began to pump it up and down. It hardly looked like she was straining. However, her biceps were beginning to grow as they warmed up. To see the way her arms were working was enough to get me hard again. They began to grow as big as my legs.
She stopped suddenly and put the chair back on the floor. "How much do you weigh?" she asked.
It was my time to intimidate, although I had already come to the conclusion that I was hopelessly overmatched. "Two hundred even," was my response, although I only weighed 165 lbs.
"Well, hop on the chair. This chair isn t heavy enough to give my arms a warm up."
Not heavy enough! I thought. She had to be kidding me. The chair had to be at least 70 lbs. and add about 50 lbs. because the way she was lifting the chair; 120 lbs. wasn't enough to give her a warm up?!? I smirked at her as I walked and sat on the chair. I knew that there was no way she could lift the combined 285 lbs.
She bent down and I was lofted into the air. She began to pump the chair up and down again! "That s more like it," was all she said. Looking at this amazon work her arms up close was nothing short of amazing. I could not fathom that a girl in high school, let alone a full grown man, could lift so much. Her arms was mind boggling. My now throbbing penis was pressing hard against my pants.
When she finished her last rep, she held me in the air. I could not tell you how many times she lifted me and the chair up, but I lost count at twenty. "I can see that your anxious to begin, so we'll measure my arms now and start the arm-wrestling match."
She put me down and I got out of the chair. My hands were trembling as I began to measure. I could not believe that I was so attracted to her. She was so muscular and sexy. Her breasts were pretty well developed for her age. They were big enough so she could not be mistaken for a man. But she was bigger and stronger than any man I have ever seen, even in a magazine. Her biceps measured a huge 21 inches!
"Okay, now that we have that out of the way, lets get down to business." She walked to the table and sat down. "I'm ready when you are," she smiled.
I walked to the table. I thought that the only way I could possibly win was if I caught her by surprise and I put all my weight into it. I sat down across from her. We locked arms. Her forearms were longer than mine and got up to put a book under my elbow. Shirley watched with amusement but said nothing. We locked arms again. Her forearm muscles were bigger than my biceps.
I counted, "1 ..2 ..3!" Right before three I got up and put all my weight and effort in pushing her arm down. It didn t work. I kept trying, but she kept her arm perfectly still and vertical.
"Tell me when you start," she taunted. Her arm was an immovable object. She finally took pity on me and slowly pinned me.
She wiped her hands together and stood up. Even though I knew it was coming, I still couldn't believe it. A high school freshman just beat me. A girl! But than I realized that I had to relieve some of her tension. That's when she interrupted my thoughts.
My legs lost their grip on the ground and were dangling in the air. She had picked me up under my armpits. When we eye to eye, she kissed me. It was a deep, passionate kiss. I was instantly aroused. That's when I though ..Fuck it. Here s the girl of my dreams. She makes Dorian Yates look like a pencil-necked geek with pipe-cleaner arms. She may be young, but her body isn t and I'll be happy to please her.
She carried me into my room and put me down. She took off all of her clothes. I was able to see her legs for the first time. Her quads were so defined, it defied imagination. They where as big as two of me. The individual parts of her thighs were the size of two pythons next together. Her calves shoot out from thin knees and ankles. She was huge and she was mine.
She ripped the clothes off me as if they were tissue paper. My cock was relieved to be released. "Now that I have won. I want you to fuck me. And you better make it good, because this is my first time. If I'm not satisfied, I'll kill you and your sister."
She picked me up and threw me onto the bed. She jumped on top of me and said, "Please me." It was my pleasure. I started at her biceps. They were so hard, I bet that they would cut glass. I caressed every part of her body with my lips. Her eyes were glazed over with pleasure. That's when she started to moan. She was wet and ready.
I inserted my penis in her tight love canal. I almost came right then and there, but she started to gyrate her hips. I was so strong that I almost screamed in pain. She ignored my expression of pain and kept on pumping on my cock. As she started to work me, I began to escalate to heights of ecstasy I have never reached with more experienced lovers.
We started to pump in unison. That s when she started to scream. She grasped the two solid metal poles that were my bed posts over my head. We started to pump faster and faster and faster. We came together in a chorus of screams. Her orgasm was so intense that she bent my bed posts in half.
When her orgasm subsided, she got off of me. I was totally spent. "My God that was great," she said. "Your sister is safe from now on. That is as long as you continue to pleasure me." She cuddled next to me and fell asleep.
When I woke up, she was gone. Was that all a dream!? I looked up and the metal poles were not bent. Shit! I thought. I had finally found the girl of my dreams and she turns out to be a dream.
I got out of bed and showered. As I was combing my hair in the mirror, I noticed something on my metal bed posts. I walked over them and my heart soared. There, on the metal bed posts, were the hand indentations that Shirley made when she had her orgasm.
THE END
10
Female Bodybuilding Workout Videos / Re: Laurie Steele
« Last post by maxmeier on Today at 07:49:15 am »
K+ 560!
