Have you ever tried to get rid of your muscle fetish?

[Mastron]

I'm attracted to two body types, always fit... the curvy hour glass (big ass, bust, muscular legs like gymnasts) and fit muscular girls. Definitely my preference would be for muscular girls regardless on the spectrum (a la Cassie Kane Batgirl for example-- lean, ripped, well defined, or like Bakhar Nabieva and her tree-trunk legs) to massive like Julia Vins... and beyond (really wish girls a la Annie Ample existed, hopefully with genetic engineering or some shit).


To answer your question, I did try to cut cold turkey my "fetish" and curve my overall urges, but... proved to be futile. I remember doing so many things, like deleting my "collection", adding Parental Controls, randomized the password of one of my main emails (was like an online repository of sorts of online collections, and Yahoo Groups), lost access to a OneDrive or Dropbox where I used to be saving some stories I was writing... Lasted about 2 years like this, but hell, your mind plays tricks on you. Even with stuff like meditation, keeping yourself busy, the "fetish" would pop in.

 Hell, I still remember how I'd catch myself fantasizing with Djubre's Megan, and things like this simply demolished all resistances entirely. I don't regret it, except the fact that once you're attracted to so much mass/power as I'm it's always sad to realize that it'll always ever be a fantasy. My regret is having lost my collection, and going to denial, instead of walking the middle path of temperance and moderation.


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AT HOME




She was huge in any context, but inside my tiny narrow hallway she was
absolutely massive, She was actuall too wide to fit properly, and I could
actually feel her footsteps shaking the floor. I wonder what my neighbours
thought of 560 pounds of woman striking their ceiling in 6" heels. To
accentuate her size she lazily stretched placing her palms on the almost 9
feet tall hallway... I probably never felt as small as at that moment.

I suggested Megan to take a shower to warm up from the rain, and offered her
to go first.... I made way towards the bathroom to show her where the shower
was, and how the hot and cold water worked. She followed again barely passing
through the door.. on the way she removed her jacket.. And while I was facing
the shower I could hear the bathroom door being locked behind us...

"Wouldn't want anyone invading our privacy.. now would we.." she said I turned
around to see her removing the giant white shirt and throwing it over me
covering me almost to the floor.. While I was trying to find my way out of the
shirt she came so close I could feel her body heat.

"Would you be a dear and help me with this dress.." she said and turned her
perfectly formed tush towards me..

"It's so hard to reach and find the zipper behind me, and you seem much closer
in height to it."

With shaky hands I unzipped the dress, I had to use quite a bit of force to
peal it of her ass.. but when I tried pulling it further she made her thighs
grow just a bit making it impossible to go further.

"What's the matter Joey.. can't take a dress of a girl.. maybe I should help
you...."

"Ehm.. yes please.."

She relaxed her thighs, letting me pull the dress few inches and then
tightened her thighs again trapping my fingers inside the dress hem...

"Oh my.. I just can't seem to get them to listen to me.. they like you soo
much they just wan't to grow big for you.." her thighs slowly expanded again
rippipg the dress into pieces releasing my fingers.

"And now for this bra, there are just sooo many hooks, Could you help me with
that little problem as well" she said pressing her mountainous ass into my
chest.

Her bra had over ten hooks, and every single one of them was a hard to unhook.
Her breasts were really heavy... I had to use all the strength I had, it was
extra difficult because I had to hold my arms above my head.. Seeing that I
was already really struggling halfway Megan crouched to help me... it was
still a struggle but I succeded. On the last two hooks I had extra help from
Megan who pressed her breasts against her chest making it much easier to
unhook the rest.

She was now slowly turning arround on her knees, still holding her bra against
her breasts.

"Why thank you joey. That was so nice of you." In this position her face was
lower than mine.. That was about to change as she was slowly rising...but she
then changed her mind and crouched back.

"I think someone deserves a thank you kiss.." She said gently planting her
lips over mine, and started rising again bending my head back. Her tongue
slowly inched it's way into my mouth sensually filling it playing with my own
tongue. Soon her face was directly above mine and was going further away
directly above.

Megan dropped her bra on the floor, and as she was standing up straight, her
full breasts connected with my neck and chin soon surrounding my entire head
while I was still looking at her face mesmerized. When her breasts heavily
flopped over my shoulders, I noticed I was surrounded by breast flesh but at
that moment, Megan suddenly pressed her breasts together with her arms
trapping my head inside... All the sounds were muffled and I was in complete
darkness, my head was covered from shoulders to the top of my face. I could
feel her thighs clamping around the lower part of my body...

Megan was giggling... "Oh my Joey where are you.. your head dissapeared
between my boobs.....hmm.. let me find you..." Suddenly her tongue found
it's way to my mouth filling it and gagging me, sensing my spasm she pulled
back a bit filling my mouth with it pushing my own tiny tongue arround like a
school yard bully. Good god how long was this thing, That tongue had to reach
from her mouth to her breasts and then through them all the way to my tiny
throat, and still it wan't at an end. She could easily kill me right now just
by pushing her tongue a little deeper choking me.

I had a sudden surge of panic and then the breast walls opened letting in

some air and light.

"Mhmm.. oh even your head is smaller than my boobs.."

Her blue eyes were mere slits, her breathing was shallow and fast, she was
completely lost in lust. Her plump red lips descended onto mine her tongue
overfilling my mouth mashing my own tongue, pushing it more violently,
hungrily like it could fight back.

She used one arm to hold her breasts together arround my head and her other
hand was firmly pressing my tiny body against her monstrous abs. Her thighs
released my body and I could feel my feet leaving the floor Megan's powerfull
legs propelling both of us against the wall. Her hands were burried into the
wall from the force, and I was now beeing crushed between her massive body and
the wall.

I was fighting for air using every opportunity I found to catch a breath
untill Megan took a sudden sharp breath in while kissing me and accidentally
sucking all the air from my lungs causing me to faint....

I woke up to a massive hand connecting with my face, and before I could
protest SLAM, another slap, Megan was trying to wake me up, but her hands were
so big she might accidentally dislocate my jaw in the process..

"Megan.. I'm awake.."

She was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, holding me in her hands.

"Oh I was so worried, you scared me.. I'm sorry I will try harder to let you
breathe, It's just that you are making me so horny I have trouble controlling
myself. Every time I hug you I want to just press your body against mine with
all my might, and I can feel how fragile your bones are and how easily I could
break you..."

"Looking at your tiny body makes me so horny.. I cannot help myself...I just
want to press that tiny body of yours againt myself. Here tiny, feel how wet I
am for you, my entire body is trembling for your touch" her eyes mere slits,
lost in lust she placed my hand in her panties, she was scalding hot and her
panties were completely drenched.

As soon as my hand touched her, she moaned, her whole body trembled and she
ripped her panties away with one casual motion, and brought them to my face...

"Can you smell that Joey, that's all for you. Ohh.. Please Joey..make me
feel good.. Please kiss me down there. No one has ever kissed me down
there." Her other hand was now gently encircling my head and slowly but
unyieldingly guiding it to her snatch. Overpowered by her scent I let her
guide me to my knees.

"Oh honey please kiss me, I want you soo bad.." Her pussy was already gushing
with her love juices, I played with her clitoris, Her entire body shook in
response to my every touch. Her hand was not gentle any more, it pressed my
head against her, hard. I had to suck for my life.. because I knew no breath
would come for me until she came. Her thighs gently closed around my head
blocking out all the sound, and I could actually hear the blood rushing
through her legs, massive veins and arteries supplying those bigger than life
muscles.

Suddenly her hand pushed my head down to the floor, I looked up to see her
hand franatically working her clit and suddenly her thighs closed with a
deafening clap as walls of muscle clashed into each other like waves.

This continued with each wave of her orgasm. I curled near the bathbtub and
all I could see were two massive legs extending over my head like a living
roof growing and pusling with ferocious power.

Her hands grabbed onto the bathtub edge, her deadly grip digging into the
concrete and bending the thin steel plate behind it upwards. All the while
roaring a deafening orgasmic roar of pleasure, a lion would sound like a kitty
next to her, the entire building could probably hear her. In her last wave of
pleasure she got up, turned towards me and put her hands on the ceiling
pushing with the last mighty orgasmic roar. The ceiling gave way her hands
digging into it, tiles under her heels cracked. All the muscles on her body
tense and pulsing, sweat mixed in with the plaster dust from the roof, her
body was absolutely incredible, a massive mountain of muscles ranging from the
floor to the almost 9 feet tall ceiling. Her face red with effort, muscles at
their biggest still spasming at random, her eyes turned towards me.

It was probably one of the scariest moments in my life.. my survival instincts
literaly took over my head and I quickly crawled by her legs to the bathroom
door, which was locked. Before I could even try to open it I could hear her
laughing behind me..

I turned arround and fell, my back against the bathroom door. The monster
smiled at me, she let me run away from her, I was her little toy now, and she
was really enjoying dominating and playing with me.

"Where are you going Joey,"

CLICK.

She made a step forward her heels sexily clicking on the bathroom floor,
Megan let her humongous thigh shake with the step for a moment and then
tightly clenched it into control making it balloon with muscle.

CRACK..the tile gave way to her power...

She placed a bottle of shampoo between her breasts, and brought them
together with her hands, just like they were with my head inside...
slowly applying pressure..

"I want something of yours in here and she looks at her cleavage..."

CLICK, CRACK.

Her tongue slowly crawling towards her cleavage, longer than I though it
possible...

CLICK, CRACK.

"I wan't to play with it, crush it with my breasts..."
Her forearms huge, mashing her breasts together, and her tongue sliding
inside her cleavage like a snake, and coming out again, in a titfucking
simulating motion.

"Why won't you let me play with you tiny..."

CLICK, CRACK

Her huge shadow passes over me as her massive body blocks the light.

"I promise I'll be gentle with you, I won't break more than a few.. bones.."

CLICK, CRACK...

Her massive foot landing between my legs right next to my now surprisingly
still huge erection, her powerfull body looming high above me, her head
obscured by her massive breasts.

"Do you need help with those doors tiny..."

I can see her hand grab the knob and with a sexy grunt and twist of her hips
push the whole thing through, ripping the door and doorframe in the process
Here you go little one. she says with a wide smile as I fall to my back on the
floor.

"But are you certain you really want to leave.." she says placing one giant
heeled shoe on my chest. She could probably cave my chest in just by resting
her weight on me.. I felt like an ant..

"When I can make you feel gooood..." she bends over so I can see her
breasts.. her forarms growing massive pressing them together, the
shapmpoo shooting out of the bottle hitting her chin and spilling over
her breasts... "reeaally good" another spurt of shampoo.. and another and
another.. she uses her finger to rub the shampoo over her breasts
absently...

This was all together too much for me and I fainted again...

[Mastron]

Just to add a bit more, want to chime in, that sometimes the primal drive that this fetish unleashes, can be annoying. Think my fixation with fit women overshadows for curvy fit, because even though as anyone, I can look ar at a nice pair of bouncing breasts and ass walk around... Only like thrice have I caught myself, and maybe even caught staring so intently. Two of them were really busty girls, with super toned abs (like actually toned and defined abs), one of them in bikini, and the other in tank top (ripped abs with sweat reflecting light), it's been the only two times where I actually let out an audible sigh while staring at someone.

And one time I was visiting the Panama Canal Museum, and there was this group of Europeans (I think they were speaking German or Swedish), and one of the girls had auburn short hair, kinda like wildy styled, and a sleeveless pink tank top, she had really nice looking and buff arms. Heck, the tour I'd take advantage of glancing at her, and she noticed. Just couldn't help myself. That's the type of situation it's better to not let yourself be carried away.

[JohnMcClane]

Heck no! What other fetish would I want, feet or bondage or giant implants?  Let's face it, as far as fetishes go, we hit the jackpot.

[papadoc1981]

Never!  Like others in the thread have said, just because I have a particular fetish for women with large muscles doe not mean I have no attraction for other women.  I love women of all shapes and sizes.  I do not discriminate.  Not long after I discovered my love of muscular women I lost my virginity to a girl who was about 5'4" 190 lbs(my guess).  My last GF was 5'2" 105 lbs soaking wet.  Neither have even seen the inside of a gym. 

This past summer at work I noticed this newly hired woman was wearing a sleeveless dress and had some VERY noticeable definition in her arms.  I chatted her up and come to find out she gets up at 4am every morning to teach some kind of aerobics class.  I don't get all weak in the knees around her.  Do I wonder what the parts of that aren't covered up look like?  Sure.  But that same feeling applies to all women I find attractive.  With or without large muscle mass.

[Sheep]

Nope, I love looking at muscle women. I think they are the epitome of how a woman should look. Extremely shapely and hard. However, that doesn’t mean I don’t like other women shapes. Women are beautiful in all shapes and sizes. My muscle fetish is for me and the thought of real life muscle is a fantasy

[proxima]

I wouldn't want to get rid of it. I think my liking for more muscular girls gives me a better experience than others. Doesn't mean I can't appreciate other women and I do.

Maybe spend a bit too much time on the computer looking at muscular women but what the hell - its lockdown!!

[liftcarryfan1]

I will say this for myself.  I will NEVER get rid of it.  I have stayed away a few months at best and end up seeing websites and what have you. 

Best thing i can maybe do is ignore it but even with social media or if you go to a beach, or public place and there is an athletic woman with nice legs and ass, I will want to look and imagine things, that's with being married. 

[Hoodman]

It's annoying as shit. Just like my tall women fetish. I hate that and I have even tried to create or actively gone for tall women. It's just annoying overall for me. Even though I try with every day women a lot

[Bugenhagen]

It's annoying as shit. Just like my tall women fetish. I hate that and I have even tried to create or actively gone for tall women. It's just annoying overall for me. Even though I try with every day women a lot

A Hoodman after my own heart lol.

As a kid, I built up quite a double life living one way on the nascent internet and pretending that shouldn't have affected me in the real world. That led to me spending a lot of time dating women I wasn't attracted to which is kind of the worst thing you can do (unless you're open about it and have something else going on).

I have been more focused on integration of late. Getting my girlfriends to workout and telling them why. Making flexing a part of sexy time, and asking for posing and other presentations. Unfortunately, my mind is encyclopedic and I focus on previous women I've dated's bodies quite a bit. I had to delete insta**** because it's basically a pornographic lotto machine I carry everywhere and I even made a profile I filled with muscular women I find in comic books.

My major question remains in whether or not I want to stay in a relationship that's good in most metrics save the musclepreciation. So on one level it destroys me, but I think I'm lying to myself if I think guys into breasts and butts don't have the same problem. There's a reason cheating and drama are as prevalent as they are.

I understand the madness that takes me over and I will never stop to meet, talk to, and almost indoctrinate a girl that doesn't appreciate her own muscularity. I won't stop trying to meet and date muscular women even when I'm in a relationship and don't necessarily WANT to date anybody. ( I certainly can't afford to lol).

So I haven't tried to "get rid of it" so much as build my life around it but don't know what level I'd like to do that. But I find that eventually I'll run out of options as I get older. I regret not taking seriously my opportunities to date the cheerleaders, softball players, shot putters, and rowers I had chances with but couldn't reconcile my attraction to.  I regret the bodybuilding shows I missed, the fear at joining hard core gyms, and opportunities to have sessions or at least muscular stripper time I didn't take because I didn't want people to know I was into muscle like this. And most of all, I regret all the time I wasted lying to my girlfriends about why I liked them.

Life is too short to lie to people. It's definitely too short to lie to yourself.

So there will always be challenges, but the goal is to integrate and build a life I can enjoy and be proud of on my own terms. Putting the musclepreciation at the top of my list instead of some hidden, dirty thing at the bottom.