Secrets with FlexAnn

[musclelvr56]

This is my first attempt at a story, and I plan on making it multiple parts. All feedback is welcome.

Chapter 1: Some Background

“I really need to get some help”, I thought to myself as I sat alone in my apartment, cock in hand, after another successful (so to speak) online webcam session with “FlexAnn”. Hi, my name is Dan, and I think I have a problem. It wasn’t the fact that I had just beat off, hell every 20 something man does so multiple times a day. It wasn’t the fact that what got me going was extremely muscular women, hey to each there own so to speak. It wasn’t even the fact that I was blowing ridiculous amounts of money on these cams. No, what really was starting to get me was the person whom I had spent the most money on. The individual on the other side of the camera who I happily threw hundreds of dollars at monthly. You see everyone who peruses these webcams tends to have their select favorites. I of course had a few whom I like to see online more than others, but it was FlexAnn who I couldn’t stop going to private with time and time again. Ok, so I spend some money to get off, still waiting for the truly weird part you are probably thinking. Well, you see that’s just it. I know FlexAnn, she just doesn’t know it’s me on the other side of the screen. Oh, and ya FlexAnn is my Mom.
Now before you, the reader, start freaking out too much, I should go back some. So the person who goes by FlexAnn on my favorite webcam site is also known by just Ann, or mom to me. That being said, she isn’t my birth mother (not that I’m too sure that makes this any better). Both myself and my younger sister, Lauren, were adopted by Ann and her husband at the time Greg when we were young. We were always an active family, hiking, bike riding, and us kids playing sports. Mom and Greg were both in decent shape, not that they went to the gym or anything but they both exercised, running and biking a few days a week. As I got older, things started to get weird with my “parents”. They seemed to do less and less together. Greg would leave for days at a time. They never fought around us kids, but it was clear whatever was going on was taking a toll on mom. By the time middle school hit for me, mom had stopped exercising completely, and looked exhausted all the time. Finally, during the summer before 8th grade, Greg and mom got a divorce. It was clear Greg wanted nothing to do with the family so Ann got full custody of us kids. To this day, I rarely hear from Greg.

So, now you might ask, how did we go from here to what was happening in the beginning of this story? Well I intend to tell you, but really I need to start from the beginning. Well the beginning of how my overweight, overstressed mother became the muscle goddess of my dreams.
So about a year had passed since the divorce. Our small family was doing fine financially; mom was working a steady job at the bank and Greg’s child support help us live a comfortable life. I was getting ready to take the big step and head to high school, while my younger sister Lauren was just starting the 6th grade. Mom had done relatively well with all the divorce stuff, but it was clear she wasn’t happy. She dragged herself to work, made us food, helped with homework, cleaned, and once all was said and done, she hardly had a minute to herself. It was clear she was exhausted, unhappy, and worst of all her health was starting to suffer. When she was still married to Greg, mom had kept up a somewhat tight figure. She was about 5 ft 4 in and weighed about 120 lbs. Since the divorce, the stress and lack of time had clearly taken it’s toll and mom had put on a good 30 lbs.

I myself was hitting the prime time of puberty. Manhood had finally hit, and with it brought the usual zits, hair, and non-relenting sexual drive. I started my young conquests with the usual porn, not really sure what I was looking for. As my delves into the internet went further and further, I couldn’t help to notice that the usual balloon titted bimbo sucking some dude off wasn’t exactly peaking my fantasies. When I would have my alone time I noticed myself staring more at the women’s abs or arms more that what they were doing to their partner on film. Finally my “awakening” happened one day at work. The summer before high school I picked up a job bagging groceries at the local super market. It was boring as hell, but I put a few dollars in my pocket. I played sports most of the year so the more money I could make during the summer, the better. About halfway through the summer, I had just started my shift one afternoon. Bagged a few customers, “paper or plastic, would you like any help out”. Made the usual conversation about orange juice and lettuce. Around my fifth or sixth customer, something that would forever change my life happened. I wasn’t paying much attention as a multitude of chicken breast packs began flowing my way. “Paper or plastic” I said with out looking up. “Plastic is fine” she said with a slightly sultry tone. I looked up to see where the voice had come from and my jaw almost hit the chicken. The woman standing before me was the most amazing creature I had ever seen. I didn’t know it at the time, but the woman was a figure competitor who had done quite well at a few local shows. She was wearing normal grocery shopping clothes, and tank top and shorts, but what was underneath certainly wasn’t normal. I couldn’t help but stare at her arms, powerful and built with a long vein running down from her shoulder to her wrists. What caught my attention the most was her chest. Deep pec cleavage that ran into shapely breasts showed through the deep cut in her shirt. I couldn’t help but stare. I had never seen a woman with pecs like that, hell I had never seen a woman with pecs at all. The way the slabs of muscle melded seamlessly into perk feminine breasts was something magical. Not only was I fascinated, but I felt more aroused than I ever had before. Once I snapped out of my gaze, I somehow got through her bags. I asked her if she wanted any help out. She simply said “no, I think I got it”, and winked at me. She must have known the effect she had on me because I swear she discretely flexed her arm my way as she said it. As she disappeared out the door, I knew my life was forever changed. That night I rushed home, and well thank god for the internet. I started googling female muscle, and I quickly learned that not only did I find fit women attractive, but I was completely blown away by giant biceps, thundering quads, and rock hard pecs. That day truly defined me and the events that were to unfold over the upcoming years.

[Saxony Red Devil]

I like this, it's a great premise to what I'm sure will be a unique story!

[Jeremy Lightning]

Very nice start, always great to see new writers come in and flex their literary muscles, I look forward to more! k+!

[hatour]

Good start! Karma for all!

[Lupus753]

Good first attempt.

[crow004]

This is a great start!

Isn't it amazing how you see something unique on a woman for the first time and suddenly the very core of your existence changes irrevocably?
"I quickly learned that not only did I find fit women attractive, but I was completely blown away by giant biceps, thundering quads, and rock hard pecs."
I love that line!

Please keep going! Looking forward to the next part!

[musclelvr56]

I appreciate all the kind words, I’ve had some trouble thinking about where I’m going to go from here. I basically had a beginning and an end and I’ve been all over the place with the middle so to speak but I think I have a general outline formed.

Chapter 2: New Beginnings
As the new school year started, things around the house started to become normal again. Both myself and Lauren were busy with school, and mom continued her day job as a teller at the bank. Greg was long gone, but he was good about child support payments, so we continued to live comfortably. We all stayed busy with school and work, and the days soon became weeks that turned quickly into months. My love of muscle had taken quite the turn thanks to the internet. I had discovered both a fascination and a fetish for the muscular female physique. I spent many a night after school glued to my computer. Most times it was for sexual pleasure, spending hours looking at pictures and videos of female bodybuilders and physique athletes. I also generally had a curiosity about the sport. I wanted to know what drove these women to pursue physiques like this when it was so out of the norm. I also wanted to know how. I inhaled the online forums and posts, everything from diet to workouts, to the drugs. It fascinated me and I must say I became pretty knowledgeable in the subject. I of course had to keep this hidden, if something got out about my love for female muscle, I no doubt would be out casted immediately at school. I certainly couldn’t talk about it at home, that would just be weird. There was only so much I could hide, though. At school, I would find myself staring at the girl soccer players. Though they weren’t the typical “hot” girls, I couldn’t help but marvel at their developed legs. Nothing close to the women I saw online, but every once and awhile I would be treated to overdeveloped quad of calf. I began lifting myself as well. Mostly for sports, but my research into bodybuilding drove me to do a little bit extra to try and put some size on. I would workout at the school gym, always hoping one of the girl athletes would be there. I was usually disappointed as the only females in there usually just hung around on one machine or another, wasting time until their next class.
   One afternoon, late October that year, I got home early due to one of my football practices getting cancelled. I trudged upstairs, and heard some kind of sniffling coming out of mom’s room. Her door was open so I quietly walked up and peeked in. My mom was sitting on the floor, she had a skirt on, but unzipped. It looks like she tried to put it on but couldn’t get it to zip up all the way. She was sobbing quietly, unaware that anyone else was in the room. I knocked and immediately she sat up and brushed away her tear. “Mom, what’s wrong”. “Oh nothing, it’s nothing”. “Well you’re crying so it must be something” I replied. She sat there and looked at me, and then sort of sobbed while she started talking. “This skirt used to be so big on me, and now I can’t even zip it up. Idk what has happened, I feel so terrible.” I walked up and hugged her. “You’ve been through a rough time mom, and you’ve been so busy.” “I know, but still, this isn’t like me, I used to be such an athlete”. And it was true, she used to be in great shape, and now she was just another one of the lumpy middle class moms you see everywhere. “I mean, do you want to try and get back in shape?” I asked with genuine concern. “I do, but I just can’t seem to get the motivation to get back to running like I used to. “Well, you know the gym on Forest Avenue is having a special, I just saw an ad for it on my way home. They are offering 3 months for the price of one and a month with a personal trainer included”. I wasn’t exactly sure what I was getting at, but it was true, it seemed like one hell of a deal. “The gym? Oh I don’t know about that, I’ve never really lifted weights before.” “I know but maybe the professionals there can help you out, I’ve been lifting a lot at school too, and I could show you some things”. She looked at me, clearly thinking. “I suppose having someone keep me accountable would be good….maybe I should do it, god knows I could use the motivation”. With that she thanked me for the suggestion and shooed me out of her room so she could change and get dinner started. What I had failed to tell mom was that the gym on Forest Avenue was a pretty well-known bodybuilding gym. They had the usual cardio equipment as well, but if there was one place in town serious lifters would go, this was it. And the ad I saw? That wasn’t a thing, the only reason I knew about the special was that I had gone in there myself to possibly get a membership (in hopes of being able to gawk at the buff women I expected worked out there), only to realize I had zero money since my summer job had ended.
   To my surprise, the next morning I came down to the kitchen with breakfast already waiting and my mom dressed in some kind of workout clothes. She wore baggy sweats, obviously embarrassed about her figure, but still it was different from her usual morning bathrobe. “I thought about your suggestion Dan, I think I’m going to go check out that gym this morning”. “Great” I replied as I sat down to eat. “It’s time for me to get my body back, and maybe even get back out there.” “Yea mom that’s great.” I was truly happy for her, I knew how down she had been and I really wanted her to get back to the cheerful energetic self she once was. After breakfast, mom left to go to the gym. I went back upstairs to my usual morning routine, seeing what updates were on some of my favorite websites. About 3 hours later mom returned, grinning like Christmas morning. “Well, how did it go?” I asked. “Oh Dan thank you so much for the suggestion, this will be perfect,” she replied much to my surprise. “They set me up with a trainer, her name is Britt and she is so nice. I told her how much I used to run and how athletic I was, and how I want to get back there. She has already laid out a workout plan that fits around my schedule, and even set me up on a meal plan to help shed this tire. We worked out today for almost two hours and I loved it. I can’t believe I’ve never lifted weights before!” “Awesome mom, I’m happy for you!” “Things are gonna change around here young man. It wouldn’t hurt for us all to eat a little healthier, I’m going to shower and go to the grocery store. I hope you and your sister like chicken, because there is a lot on this list!” Mom chuckled to herself, pecked me on the forehead and headed upstairs to shower. I sat there, a bit dumbfounded. I was happy for mom, I really was, but how much healthy stuff were we going to eat? I know bodybuilders had a super strict diet, but come on, I still needed a burger once and awhile. Bodybuilder? What was I thinking, mom was just going to lose some weight, things weren’t going to change that much.

[phil123]

Great story line. So I hope she get muscular and really strong.

[FemaleMusclesFan]

Damn! I love where this is going!
Great work so far!

[musclelvr56]

Chapter 3: Commitment   
From Ann’s perspective:
A little over 6 months had passed since Dan had convinced me to join the gym, and I couldn’t be happier that he had. I had dropped most of the fat that I had gained during my divorce, and with Britt’s guidance, I had started to slowly add on muscle. The free trial with Britt had ended months ago, but she had done wonders to my body and self-esteem so I elected to keep her on board. Britt was a former competitor, fitness to be exact. Though she had retired from competing, she still maintained a physique most women would die for. Her initial plan for me was heavy in cross training and cardio in order to shed the extra blubber, but at around 6 months we re-evaluated my goals. I had told her that I wanted to “tone up” a little from my former running days. During that evaluation she had taken my measurements, and I weighed around 120 lbs at about 5 ft. 6 in. I had lost a significant amount of weight, and felt healthier than I ever had. I told her I wanted to have a figure more like her. She told me that my training would have to change then. I needed to add muscle. She said in order to add muscle like I wanted to, I might put on some fat as well. She told me not to be scared of the scale, but instead measure my progress through strength gains and we could also take measurements of my main body parts. While this all made me a bit nervous, I trusted her so I agreed to start her program immediately. This was during the winter so I figured I could always hide some of the extra fluff with the baggy wintery clothes I already owned.
Flash forward 6 more months. Summer was right around the corner, and Britt’s program had done wonders. Not only had I gained about 25 lbs in muscle, I was stronger than I ever had been. I was officially hooked on weights. In the gym, I loved the way my body felt when I got the “pump”. Blood flowing into the muscles I had just worked, making it feel like my skin was going to burst. Around the house, I was no longer the weak little housewife. While I still made Dan do the majority of the “manly” chores around the house, I could hold my own when it came to opening jars and moving heavier objects. Britt still made me do cardio three days a week, just steady state for 30 minutes to keep my cardiovascular health up, but the concentration was on the weights. After work I would head straight to the gym and we would train for an hour to an hour and a half 5 days a week. I couldn’t get enough and I loved what was happening to my body. Britt told me I had great genetics and that she had seen few people gain muscle as quickly as I had. Then, one afternoon during one of our back sessions, Britt asked me a question that would forever change my life. “Ann, would you ever consider competing? You obviously have the genetics for it.” As I finished a set of lat pulldowns, I turned and started at her. “I guess I never really thought about it. Seems kind of weird prancing around on stage like that having everyone stare at you”. Britt laughed. “That’s true, it is odd when you think about it. I’m telling you though Ann, I think you would do great. I could coach you of course.” I sat for awhile and thought about what she was saying. “I appreciate the compliment, but I don’t feel like I am nearly muscular enough for such a thing. Plus with the kids and everything….” “No pressure, Ann, I just thought I would throw it out there. There are plenty of small competitions around town, so take your time to think over. I would 100% commit to training you, I did ok myself back in the day, and we would have you stage ready before you know it. Hell, if you do well enough you could start making some money.”
When I got home that night I sat down to really think this over. There were definitely pros and cons to this. I knew I loved the feeling of lifting and being strong, I had no doubt about that. Dan would be working a summer job and Lauren would be attending a gymnastics camp most of the summer, so I would have some extra time compared to the previous years. I don’t think I would mind the hardcore dieting either. Hell, I already ate pretty strict, and to be honest I enjoyed the healthy lifestyle. So what were the cons? I hadn’t really had much of a social life since Greg left. Dating had rarely crossed my mind, despite the increasing passes by men at the gym. My life basically revolved around work, the kids, and the gym. In my mind if I competed, that would only get worse. This was tough. I really did want to get back out there, maybe more to feel normal than anything. I was lonely when it came to the romance side of life. On the other hand, having a goal had been great for me. Ever since I had lost the weight, I had said I wanted to “tone up”, but never really set a goal for myself. I was thinking myself in circles. I decided maybe I needed to do more research. Hell, I didn’t even know what I would be competing in. I started the old google machine up, and quickly became lost in my research. I dove into the world of bodybuilding online, and quickly found out there were way more divisions than I thought existed. As the pictures of muscular women filled my screen, I couldn’t help but be enthralled in their bodies. From the bimbo looking bikini girls to the huge bodybuilders, I found beauty in all of their bodies. The category that appealed to me the most though was that called figure. The women were buff and cut, but not gigantic. It seemed achievable. As I scrolled for the next few hours, I finally decided. I would give it a go. My social life was already non existent, so what did I really have to lose? Around midnight I texted Britt. “Sorry it’s so late, but I’m in. Figure, I think that’s what I want to do.” I waited. Several minutes passed and I figured she had gone to bed, when finally my phone buzzed. A simple smiley face emoji appeared followed by “Great, we’ll discuss details tomorrow, I’m excited”. I finally got myself into bed and lay there for awhile thinking. Man, I hope I didn’t just sign up for something I will regret.

[musclelvr56]

Chapter 4: First Taste   
Ann’s Perspective:
The next afternoon I met with Britt. When she saw me she gave me a big hug. “I’m so excited, I promise you will enjoy this.” “I sure hope so” I said, still somewhat hesitant. “I think it will be good for me to have a goal, plus I love the feeling of getting stronger and I truly enjoy this lifestyle”. “Great” she exclaimed. We walked into her office and she shut the door. “Ann I know you will do great at this, but I need total commitment from you. Diet, training, supplementation, the whole nine yards. If you want to win, I need you to trust me.” “Of course,” I replied. “I am an extremely competitive person, even though this is new for me, I want to win”. “Good, I picked out a competition about a year from now. I know that seems like awhile, but we have some work to do. We’re going to have to bulk you up, and then of course start the cut about 16 weeks prior to the competition.” I sat silently and listened. “I couldn’t sleep much last night, so I spent most of it prepping your upcoming plan. First the bulk. If you thought your workouts were tough before, just wait. I need you to commit to weight training two hours a day, six days a week. I also have your diet set up, you will be eating a lot the next few months. And then there are the supplements.” “You mean like protein and creatine? I’m already taking that.” “No,” Britt looked at me with a seriousness I’d never seen from her before. “I’m going to start you on a cycle, if you want to win, it’s a necessity”. “You mean like steroids???” I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I guess I had never thought about taking something like that. “Yes, there will be multiple cycles, some for bulking and then a different one for your cuts. Like I said, I need total commitment from you. It might get expensive too, you said you had a good amount of money from the settlement right?” I sat there in somewhat of shock. The money wouldn’t be too much of an issue, but I still wasn’t too sure about taking drugs. “Yes, but I’m not sure if that’s for me.” “That’s fine,” Britt replied, “but if we are going to do this, and you want to win like you said, I need you to trust me. I’ve coached a good amount of clients, and I know what I’m doing. What is out there today is safer than it ever has been, and if we do it right, the side effects will be slim to none.” That certainly made me feel better, obviously I didn’t want to start having any health issues or to turn into a man. I sat there for several minutes thinking it over. “Ok” I replied. “I really do want this, and I trust you.” “Good, we start today”. Britt handed me a vial, “inject this twice a day, here are some pills to help keep your liver healthy, take these twice a day with food.” I took the vial and rolled it over in my hands. Wow I was really doing this, anything to win right? I was definitely going down a path I had never imagined I would. “Now strip down to your sports bra and panties, I want to get some initial measurements, and then I can help you with your first injection”. As I stripped I saw myself in the mirror. Wow I had a long way to go if I ever wanted to look like those women. But I was committed and this would be good for me. Britt took her measurements. It was August and I weighed in at 140 lbs with approximately 23% bodyfat. After Britt took her measurements she took the vial and filled a syringe. “Use about this much each injection, and do it at the same time every day.” I turned my back to her. As the needle stuck into my butt, I cringed a bit. But then I felt the liquid start flowing. It was warm, and as it entered my bloodstream, thoughts began to flow through my head. I imagined myself getting big. Big and ripped. I pictured myself flexing on stage, tanned and hard as people watched me. I liked it and I couldn’t help but smile. I felt powerful. This would be good I thought to myself. Not only was I going to do this, but I was going to be damn good at it. My spell was broken by Britt. She smiled as she saw my reaction to the steroids: “Good, now let’s get to work”.

[musclelvr56]

Chapter 4: Contest Prep

Dan’s Perspective:
It had been almost a year since mom had come home and told Lauren and I that she was entering a bodybuilding contest. When she came home about a year ago, she announced that she was doing figure. When she told us I acted dumb with Lauren, asking her what exactly that meant. Obviously I knew exactly what it meant, and I could have probably named the top Olympia figure competitors that year if you had asked me. Mom explained what it was and even showed us some pictures. Lauren was ecstatic. “Yea mom! You are going to be like super mom!” I gave her a nonchalant “cool” and ran up to my room, mostly to hide the hard on that had quickly developed when mom started sharing pictures. That night I had weird thoughts. Part of me was happy mom and found something she loved, as a caring son would be. The other part of me started having “unclean” thoughts. My own muscle woman, right in my own house. I knew at this point in my life Ann and I were not blood related, but she had raised me since birth. As I lay there that night, I couldn’t help but picture mom as one of the bodybuilders I had grown to love. Huge hulking biceps, flaring lats, and thundering quads, all packed into a woman that slept a few doors down. I tried to suppress those thoughts as I watched one of my favorite videos of Cindy Phillips that night, but I would be lying if I didn’t cum to the thought of my mother’s face on Cindy’s body.

Like I said, that was about a year ago. We quickly got used to mom’s routine. She was up early before myself and Lauren left for school, usually doing cardio in the garage on the stepmill she built. She would return early in the evening from the gym, make us a quick dinner, and then head to bed as we both did our homework. As myself and Lauren ate our usual teenage foods, mom stuck relentlessly to her diet. The amount of chicken and fish she consumed still boggles my mind to this day. As the year past, it was clear mom’s body was changing, but I could never really see just how much. She would wear baggy clothes around the house. Even her work clothes were non revealing, which I expect she did on purpose. We never really went out as a family to dinner or anything, so the image I saw of my mom was usually in some kind of sweat suit. Her contest was now only two weeks away. Mom was dieting harder than ever, and it was clear the lack of carbs had taken it’s toll. She tried to be nice as she could to us, but she would definitely snap more than usual at us about small things. It was summer break, and both myself and Lauren had summer jobs that kept us busy most of the day. Between work and sports prep, I was rarely ever home.
It was late July the summer before my junior year. I had gotten off work early from the grocery store. I’d usually take opportunities like this to go meet my friends out in town, but they happened to all be busy this night, so I decided to head home. It was early evening and Lauren was off somewhere, probably at the mall or with her boyfriend. As I walked upstairs to my room, I heard music coming out of mom’s. Strange, I thought, I didn’t even know she had a stereo in there. I walked towards her room, just to let her know I was home. He door was about halfway open, and when I reached it, my jaw almost hit the ground. Mom was in her red contest suit, practicing her posing routine for the contest. In the whirlwind of my teenage life, I had really failed to notice just how much mom had changed. The woman who I initially set up at the gym, overweight and sad, was nowhere to be found. The person strutting around in front of me was simply gorgeous. I couldn’t help myself but stare. I moved back a little from the door, in hopes she wouldn’t see, but kept my eyes fixed on her physique. As she moved through her mandatory poses, I felt my mouth become dry. I had seen endless videos of muscular women online, but this was truly the first one I had seen this close in person. As she flexed her arms, peaked biceps rose with a single vein running from her shoulder to her forearms. They weren’t the biggest I’d seen, but they had to be close to 14.5 inches. She turned towards he mirror and flexed her lats, which rose from her sides like wings. Her lats descended down into her tiny waste like a V, which quickly flared out again as her glutes and hamstrings stood out. My member was stiff as a rock and I couldn’t help but start to feel myself. Mom began a quarter turn and I knew that was my cue to leave, or risk embarrassment I could even try to explain. I rushed quickly back to my room, and immediately exploded as images of my buff mother raced through my head. I knew what had just happened was wrong, but I had a desire to see more. The thoughts I had a year ago were coming to fruition, and I know I needed to see more. I needed to feel those biceps that teased me only mere moments ago.

Ann’s Perspective:
It was t-minus 14 days until I stepped onstage. I would be lying if I said I felt great. The diet Britt put me on was terrible, and I felt hungry and tired all the time. But it was working, the diet combined with the clen she put me on were bringing out the shreds as they saw. I saw muscles and veins on my body I didn’t even know existed, and I still had two week to go! The progress I saw in the mirror was the one thing that kept me going every day. Britt said to practice my routine every chance I got, so even after our practice together, I would often come home and practice more in my room when the kids were gone (which seemed like all the time now). One evening I was going through my mandatory poses when I felt something behind me. I had just got to the front pose when I noticed Dan peaking through my cracked door in the mirror. It was clear he thought I hadn’t spotted him, I guess he couldn’t see himself in the mirror. Immediately I felt the urge to stop and cover up, but I knew if I was going to do this in front of judges and people I had never seen before, I needed to be able to perform in front of my own family, so I kept going. Though not quite part of my routine, I couldn’t help do a double bicep flex every time I posed. They were my favorite body part, and responded extremely well to my training. Britt was even worried they might be too big, but I didn’t care. I loved the way they looked, especially now that my bodyfat was so low. As Dan looked on I brought my arms into a double bicep pose. I loved seeing the snaking vein run across the peaks of my arms, I would be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on. I held the pose for a few seconds then went back into my mandatory front pose. I really focused on sticking my butt out like Britt had told me to. As I glanced behind me again, I saw Dan….and his pants. He was tenting like I hadn’t seen on a man in a long time, and he was big. I flexed harder, and noticed Dan start to touch himself. Just as I was about to turn to the left I noticed him run off. With that, I stopped my rehearsal. I closed the door, and stared at myself in the mirror. Was Dan turned on by me? I mean he obviously was, but his own mother? Dan hadn’t really had many girlfriends, but still. Though it was wrong, I couldn’t help but feel some pride in knowing that my body had turned someone on so much. Stop it Ann. Get those thoughts out of your head. You have a contest to worry about. But I couldn’t help myself. I locked my door and stood in front of my mirror. I flexed, and I flexed hard. Yes Ann, you buff bitch. I watched veins in my arms rise to the surface and I began to touch myself. I knew part of it was the drugs, but I loved feeling my hard muscles. I sat on the floor and slowly flexed my arm while I began to finger myself. God that felt good. I began to play with my pecs. Most of my breast tissue was gone, but the hard muscle underneath was more than enough for me. I flexed each one separately, feeling the hardness beneath my soft skin. Oooh and my abs. I traced the lines with my fingers as I stroked harder and harder. My body shook as I started to feel my legs. I imagined a cock like Dan’s inside of me, thrusting hard as I flexed my powerful muscles. With that thought I shuttered in ecstasy. I stared at myself in the mirror. The woman I had become was spectacular. The steroids, the muscles, this truly was something. I loved what I had become, and apparently so did Dan.

[crow004]

Oh this is great! I enjoyed seeing things from her perspective. Please keep it going! K+

[FemaleMusclesFan]

This is incredible... Wow!
 

[gunshow98]

love this story, keep it up