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Female Muscle Art - Female Muscle Fiction => Muscular Women Fiction => Topic started by: grbaclig on September 05, 2023, 01:48:13 am
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The following is a work of satire. The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred. All characters are 18 years of age or older unless explicitly stated otherwise.
Chapter 1
My name is Kevin Temple, and I was getting ready to start my senior year at Flexington High School in Oak Grove, California. As I walked up the steps to its front doors, I promised myself that this year would be different. This would be the year that I finally got a girlfriend.
I had spent grade school and middle school as a hopeless nerd, although I was too clueless to know it. But the second I stepped into FHS in freshman year and laid my eyes on the bevy of drop-dead gorgeous girls that filled its halls, I realized that I was out of my league. I had to change. It was going to be a lot of work, but the beautiful girls of Flexington High gave me constant motivation.
A little effort spent on a good haircut and fashionable clothes made me look less nerdy, and after three years of lifting weights I had a halfway decent physique and even managed to win a spot on the wrestling team. Unfortunately, despite the effort I spent to make myself more attractive, the gorgeous girls of FHS didn't seem to notice. Someone who did notice was Tammy Terwilliger.
Tammy had been my next door neighbor since grade three, and we spent a lot of time together. We always sat next to each other because our last names were next to each other in the alphabet, we always walked home from school together because we were neighbors, and we became friends because we were both nerds who preferred video games and anime to sports and dancing.
And to say that Tammy was a nerd was an understatement. Despite having a father built like the Incredible Hulk and a mother built like Jessica Rabbit, Tammy looked like a textbook nerd with frizzy black hair, a pimply face, thick glasses and bony build. And just like a textbook nerd, she never learned to wear makeup like the other girls did, and her wardrobe was downright frumpy consisting almost entirely of baggy pants and pullovers―even in the California summers when all the other girls were wearing short shorts and tank tops. And to make matters worse, she had a socially awkward demeanor a genius-level IQ that made talking to her feel like reading a research paper, which was only exacerbated by her shrill nasally voice. But in grade eight, something changed.
Grade eight was when the girls in school began to blossom into womanhood, and Tammy Terwilliger was no exception. Her skin cleared up, and it was obvious that beneath her frumpy clothes she was inheriting her mother's figure, but her continued disregard for makeup and fashion prevented her from glowing up like the other girls did. And to make matters worse she somehow grew even more socially inept as the years passed by, and her status as the dorkiest girl in town remained unchanged. What did change was her interest in me.
Seemingly overnight, she began to see me less as a friend and more as a potential mate. It started off slowly, with her smiling whenever we made eye contact and blushing whenever I made her laugh. She asked me out a dozen times that year, but I always turned her down, telling her that I wasn't ready for a girlfriend. But that wasn't true at all. I desperately wanted a girlfriend, just not Tammy Terwilliger. Not only did I find her unattractive, she was so infamously dorky that dating her would have made me a laughingstock. Besides, grade eight was when I discovered girls with muscles.
I was scrolling through Insta one night when I saw a video of a crossfit girl doing pullups, and I was enraptured. As I watched her lats, shoulders and arms pump with muscle I felt an intense sexual desire that I had never felt for any of the girls at school, or even when watching porn sites. The next night I discovered female bodybuilders, and my life changed forever. Soon my phone and cloud storage were filled with pictures and videos of fitness models and female bodybuilders.
Over the years my attraction to muscular women turned into an obsession. There was nothing that I found more desirable than girls with muscles. I liked pretty faces, big boobs and round butts just like a normal teenaged boy, but I really liked girls with muscles. And because Flexington High School had the best girls' athletic program in the country, it was overflowing with fit girls with sculpted legs, prominent biceps and tight stomachs that they loved to show off with crop-top blouses. And as I prepared to walk to school for the first day of senior year, I promised myself that this would finally be the year that I made one of them mine.
Chapter 2
As I stepped outside, Tammy Terwilliger was waiting to walk to school with me, as she was every school day for the past 10 years. “Good morning Kevin,” she called out in her shrill, nerdy voice. “You're 93 seconds ahead of schedule this morning. You must be eager for classes to commence.”
“Uh, I guess,” I said, although I was actually more nervous about her than eager for school.
Every year on the first day of school, Tammy asked me out, and every year it got more awkward for me to turn her down. And this year she wasn't wasting any time. “Kevin, I feel strongly that we should enter into a romantic relationship,” she said immediately. “We're both nubile and single, and have many commonalities that should allow us to achieve emotional intimacy quite efficiently.”
“Uh, I don't know Tammy,” I said, looking down at the ground. “I just don't think I'm ready.”
“Kevin, I feel that you're being quite irrational,” she said. “It's important for both of our emotional and social development that we become acquainted with the details of romantic relationships before leaving for college. To say nothing of the substantial biological urges at play...”
I could feel myself blushing. The last thing I wanted to talk about was Tammy Terwilliger's biological urges. “I don't know Tammy,” I said again. “I just don't think I'm ready for that.”
Tammy pursed her lips in frustration, and we walked the rest of the way in silence.
The first day of senior year passed like every other day at FHS, with my focus split between listening to teachers and looking at girls. My first class after lunch was AP Calculus, and as usual I was sitting in the back row next to Tammy Terwilliger. The first day was spent solving problems that the teacher, Mr. Henderson, had written on the white board to see how well-prepared we were for the year's lesson plan. Tammy finished all 20 problems in 10 minutes, and as I worked my way through the problems I could see her out of the corner of my eye, watching me as she squirmed in her chair.
Most of the class was still working when I finished the problems, and to avoid acknowledging Tammy, I pulled out my phone. I pretended to be deeply engrossed in reading, but in actuality I was scrolling through the pictures and videos of muscular women, carefully protecting the screen from any prying eyes. Then all of a sudden the fire alarm sounded.
It was a pretty common prank for the first day of school, but there was still a rush as Mr. Henderson herded us out the door as we all scrambled to collect our belongings. Shortly we were all gathered in the courtyard, and everyone was gossiping and joking. Everyone except for me, that is. Because in the chaos of the fire drill I had lost my phone.
A few minutes later we were marching back into the school. As soon as we got back to class, I searched around for my phone, but to my horror it was nowhere to be found. Instantly I began to panic. That phone had all my personal information on it, and more importantly it had over 500GB of photos, videos, and art of muscle girls. I spent the rest of the class in a nervous sweat, and once the bell rang I ran to the school's lost-and-found. But I was out of luck. No one had turned in my phone.
As the minutes passed I grew increasingly more nervous, and I had trouble focusing. After the last bell rang to end the school day, I went back to the lost-and-found, but my phone still hadn't been turned in. My heart sank as I turned to leave, but it perked up immediately when I saw Tammy waiting for me, holding my phone in her hand. “Looking for this?” she asked.
“Oh thank God!” I exhaled. “Where did you find it?”
“Naturally I found it by your seat in the classroom,” she said. “That was right where you left it before the fire alarm went off. I wanted to give it back to you earlier, but you were in a very agitated state and I couldn't get your attention. Sometimes it seems like you don't notice me at all, Kevin.”
“Thanks Tammy,” I sighed with relief, “I really owe you one.”
Tammy was uncharacteristically quiet as we left the school, looking down at her feet with her lips pursed in frustration. Once we were away from the crowd of school, she looked up at me. “Kevin, would you find me sexually attractive if I had a muscular physique?” she asked.
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Excellent as always! :clap:
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Nice to see another one from you and I like the set up so far.
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Tammy seems very smart, so if she uses her smarts to become very muscular and strong over a short period of time, I think that would be very cool, and I would look forward to it. k+!
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Chapter 3
I was stunned. “Uh, what do you mean?” I asked, as my heart began pumping with anxiety.
“It's a simple question, Kevin,” she said. “I've made it quite clear that I'm attracted to you, and although you've always been evasive when I express my feelings of attraction, I can safely conclude that you aren't attracted to me, and that this is at the heart of your reluctance to enter into a romantic relationship with me. I want to know if I could change that by becoming more muscular.”
“Uh, I don't know,” I stammered as I felt my face flushing with embarrassment.
A few seconds of awkward silence passed before Tammy spoke again. “Your phone was unlocked when I found it, Kevin,” she said, “and although I didn't intend to examine your personal files, the video playing on the screen was very... suggestive, and my natural curiosity got the better of me.”
“Uh, suggestive?” I squeaked.
“A blond woman in a red string bikini was performing bicep curls with an olympic barbell bearing two 10-pound plates on each side for a total mass of 85 pounds, and her posturing and facial expressions were meant to convey sexual gratification, as if she were being brought to a state of orgasm by lifting weights,” Tammy said with clinical precision. “She had clearly undergone breast augmentation, rendering her bikini impractical for any sort of exercise. Her hair and makeup were likewise inappropriate for prolonged physical exertion, leading me to conclude that the video was made for the purpose of providing sexual stimulation to the viewer―which in this case would be you.”
“Uh, I don't know Tammy...” I said, trailing off, praying for the conversation to end.
But Tammy persisted. “I scrutinized the woman in the video and observed that my face is more conventionally feminine than hers, and that my breasts are larger than hers by at least one cup size. Leading me to conclude that you find her more attractive than me due to the difference in our skeletal muscle mass. And now I'm asking you to confirm that conclusion.”
“Uh, you know...” I mumbled. “It was just a video that-”
“It was one of several hundred pieces of media, Kevin,” Tammy interjected. “And although I didn't examine each one carefully, they all seem to follow a common theme of scantily clad women in full makeup flexing their muscles. There were of course some other less prominent themes as well.”
“Other... themes?” I asked, my brain still reeling from having Tammy call out my fetish.
“Yes,” Tammy said. “Roughly 60% of the media in my sample set featured women who were looking at their muscles as they flexed them, nearly half featured women who were posing with their hips in an open position as if presenting their primary sexual organs, 37% featured women who were puckering or licking their lips and 28% featured women who were removing their clothes―sometimes notably tearing them off in what I can only assume to be an exhibition of sexual aggression.”
“S-sexual aggression...” I stammered.
We were nearing home when Tammy huffed and stepped in front of me. “Kevin,” she said, her voice tinged with emotion for the first time in all the years that I had known her, her eyes quivering as if on the verge of tears. “Please answer my question. Would you be attracted to me if I were muscular?”
I balked. “Uh, maybe,” I gulped.
She grimaced and clenched her fists. “Kevin,” she said. “I understand that you may be uncomfortable with this topic, so I'm going to make this as simple for you as I can. If I add 10 pounds of muscle to my body before Homecoming, will you take me to the Homecoming dance as your date?”
I blinked. I didn't know what to say. “Tammy, it takes a lot of time to build muscle-”
“20 pounds?” she asked, her jaw setting in frustration.
I cocked my head. Did she know what she was saying? “Tammy it would take years for a girl-”
“30 pounds?” she demanded, her teeth gritted, tears welling up in her eyes. “40? 50!?”
Despite how emotional Tammy was, I let out a deep laugh. I had been lifting every day for the past three years and only managed to gain 15 pounds of lean muscle. The idea of scrawny little Tammy Terwilliger packing on 50 pounds of muscle in one month was downright hilarious. “Yeah Tammy,” I said. “If you gain 50 pounds of muscle I'll absolutely take you to the Homecoming Dance.”
“Very well,” she said with a sour smile on her face and tears running down her cheeks as she extended her hand. “Do we have a deal?”
“We have a deal,” I said, and shook her hand.
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Wow, Tammy seems to be head over heels for Kevin, willing to do whatever she can to get him to take her out, putting on 50 pounds of muscle, don't know how long it is until Homecoming, but I'm guessing it is not that long a time, so seeing a girl pack on that amount of muscle in a short amount of time will be awesome to see. I hope Kevin will appreciate Tammy a little more after that. I am sure that I would if I was in his position. k+!
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Another incredibly promising story. Some new twists in terms of the characters, but we all know what Tammy's lineage foreshadows.
I love the way you've moved around the character profiles as well. Never a dull moment.
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Oh man, this is a great setup! Love Tammy's cerebral take on things and she sounds super determined! :clap:
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Chapter 4
When I got home that night I lay on my bed in silence, thinking. I felt horrible. Tammy had been my closest friend for nearly a decade. She had bared her heart to me today, and I made her cry.
The fact is that I would find her more attractive if she were muscular, and I should have been honest with her about that. Heck, I should have been honest with her years ago when she first started asking me out. It's just that I didn't want to hurt her feelings, and besides I was embarrassed about liking muscle girls. But I had hurt her feelings anyway, and now she knew my secret, too.
As I prepared for bed that night, my phone buzzed. Tammy had sent me a text message. It was a picture of her tiny feet standing on a bathroom scale, with the digital screen reading '95 lbs'. Tammy was short, standing 5'2” at the most, and she was skinny as a beanpole, so I had no trouble believing that she weighed 95 pounds. What I couldn't believe was that she was seriously going to try to add enough muscle to her frame in a month to increase her weight by over 50%.
It was impossible for anyone, let alone a scrawny teenaged girl like Tammy, to gain that much muscle that quickly. But she was definitely going to try. When Tammy Terwilliger put her mind to something, she committed to it with unwavering focus and fanatical discipline, like when she learned Latin in Grade 5 or built a robot for the national STEM conference in Grade 7. And if the tears in her eyes that afternoon left any doubt about the seriousness of her intentions, the picture she just sent made them crystal clear. I just hoped that she wouldn't do anything crazy, and wind up hurting herself.
Soon it was Tuesday morning, and as I stepped outside, Tammy Terwilliger was waiting to walk to school with me, as she was every school day for the past 10 years. “Good morning Kevin,” she said. “You're 2 minutes and 42 seconds late this morning. Did you oversleep?”
“No, I'm just running a little late,” I said, noticing the tumbler in Tammy's hand. “That smells like coffee. Since when did you start drinking coffee?”
“I've only just started this morning,” Tammy said as we began walking. “Caffeine is apparently an effective supplement for exercise regimens of all sorts, owing to its ability to increase focus and improve the tolerance of pain brought on periods of strenuous exertion. Further, there appears to be indirect evidence that it can enhance the so-called 'mind-muscle connection' when employed as part of a bodybuilding program, such as I began implementing this morning. I'm also quite tired, having stayed up past my optimal bedtime last night in order to do research on inducing muscle hypertrophy.”
“Uh, learn anything interesting?” I asked. “I could always use some tips.”
I was hoping that my comment might show Tammy that I valued her opinion, and in doing so maybe soothe the hurt feelings that I had caused the previous day. But her answer was so dry and clinical that it may as well have come from a textbook. “Yes indeed," she said. "There is an abundance of peer-reviewed research on the topic, and although I focused my efforts on studies involving young women, there appear to be several well-documented protocols for increasing skeletal muscle mass. Most of them are quite obvious, such as optimizing protein intake, working muscles to the point of exhaustion and emphasizing the eccentric motions. I assume that you've already uncovered that information during the course of your own research.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Just be careful. I went too hard when I started lifting and pulled a few different muscles. That really made it hard to get going.”
“That's prudent advice, Kevin,” Tammy said, sipping her coffee. “After all, adding 50 pounds of lean muscle in one month will require metronomic consistency, and I can't afford even the slightest gap in my training or imbalance in my form.
“Well hey,” I said. “Maybe we can even lift together, you know. Once you get going.”
“I appreciate the offer, Kevin,” Tammy said. “But based on what I know of your schedule I don't think that you'll be able to match the timing, intensity or frequency of the program that I've designed for myself.”
That comment took me by surprise, and I blurted out a quick laugh before I caught myself. I hoped Tammy didn't notice, because I really didn't want to hurt her feelings, but I saw her hand clench around her tumbler as her lips pursed into a tight frown. She didn't say another word during the rest of the walk to school, and I tried not to think about the tears glistening in the corners of her eyes.
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Wow, 50 pounds in a month, that is 12.5 pounds a week, I wish Tammy good luck, but it appears she is not going to rely on luck, it seems her will is indomitable, when she puts her mind to something, she seemingly succeeds at things thought to be almost impossible. Don't know if we're going to see her progress or if she's going to keep it secret from us and Kevin until she reaches her goal, but either way, I look forward to more! k+!
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Great idea. So she will need to eat as much as a football team in a few days.
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Chapter 5
Tammy didn't speak to me during our first bell AP History class, and I was worried that I had damaged our friendship forever. For as long as I'd known her, Tammy had taken everything seriously, even recreational activities like video games, and it was obvious that she was fully committed to her goal of gain in 50 pounds of muscle in one month, no matter how crazy it was. And I had laughed at her. I was her best friend, she had a crush on me, she poured her heart out for me, and I laughed at her. Twice.
Tammy and I were apart during second bell, when she had Gym and I had Economics, but we were both in the same AP Biology class for third bell. What's more we were lab partners. We finished our lab assignment early, even though Tammy still wasn't talking to me. I was about to start looking through the muscle girl pictures on my phone, but then Megan Masters started walking toward me.
Megan was the most popular girl in school. She was unflinchingly confident and had a natural charisma that disarmed students, teachers and parents alike. She was the lead soprano in the choir, the star of the debate club and a straight A student–heck she was almost as smart as Tammy.
But I didn't care about any of that. Megan Masters was gorgeous. Even at school full of beautiful girls, she stood out. Standing nearly six feet tall with a head of perfectly coiffed flaming orange hair, she was impossible to overlook. Not that you would want to overlook her, since she possessed an outrageous set of curves and a mesmerizingly beautiful face that brought modeling agencies to her door since she was in grade school. And more importantly to me, she had a lean, sculpted athletic body that she had honed and trained to the point where she was nationally ranked in basketball, volleyball, and track. And she was walking right toward me. Or so I thought.
Instead she stopped and casually placed her hand on Tammy's shoulder, smiling down as if they were old friends, as opposed to polar opposites on the social spectrum. “Tammy, did I see you talking with Coach Kelly about deadlifts this morning?” she asked.
“Yes,” Tammy said. “I'm beginning a weightlifting regimen and I'm seeking her guidance.”
“Oh that's so good to hear!” Megan cooed melodiously, clasping her hands. “Every young woman should lift weights. The benefits will last a lifetime―physically and emotionally―and Coach Kelly is the best strength coach in the entire world.”
“It's quite fortunate that I have Coach Kelly as a resource,” Tammy agreed. “Although I can also rely on advice from my father, who competed as both a powerlifter and a bodybuilder.”
“I'm sure he did,” Megan said. “I can tell just by looking that you have incredible genetics, and with your intellect and discipline I'm sure you can achieve any fitness goal you set for yourself.”
“Thank you very much, Megan, I do indeed take pride in being able to achieve any goals that I set for myself,” Tammy said, before turning to me as her face fell into a cold stony stare. “I can do anything I set my mind to. Anything.”
As Megan walked away, I hung my head in shame. Tammy had always been supportive of me and had always offered to help me with anything I wanted to do, from streaming games to learning Japanese. And when she opened her heart to me and shared her goals, I laughed at her.
And she wasn't taking it lightly. Tammy held her icy gaze on me until an alarm rang gently on her phone, and she quickly went to her backpack and made a protein shake in her tumbler.
When the lunch bell rang, Tammy left the classroom brusquely, her gawky gait a stark contrast to the graceful gliding strides of the beauties that piled in the hallway of Flexington High. I jogged to catch up with her. “Hey Tammy do you still, uh, want to eat lunch together?” I asked sheepishly.
“I can't control where you sit in the lunchroom, Kevin,” she said flatly.
“Yeah, I know,” I sighed. “It's just that... I'm really sorry I laughed at you this morning. And yesterday, too. You've always been a great friend--my best friend--and I should be more respectful and supportive, and-”
Tammy wheeled around so quickly that I almost crashed into her. “I don't need your friendship, Kevin,” she said coldly, “and you've made it quite clear that you don't respect me. And I certainly don't need your support. Besides, you've given me something more important than any of those things.”
“Uh, what's that?” I asked.
Tammy's eyes narrowed with burning intensity. “Motivation,” she said through clenched teeth.
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... and we're off!
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Oh, she said the thing, she said the thing! But seriously, the way Kevin treated Tammy in the last chapter, I think the fact that she still wants to do this for him, maybe not for him anymore, but for her, to prove she can, I hope she doesn't use that new muscle and strength to hurt him, like other girls in your stories seem to love to do. He did say he was sorry, and he's generally a nice guy. He just made one slip up because of the craziness of the situation. But the way she was cold to him, the way she talked to him, I don't feel that she's doing this out of her infatuation for him anymore, but to show him up and to beat him up when she's done. It's a shame if that's the way the story goes. But I will still check out the updates in hopes that's not what happens. k+!
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This is looking to become one of your all times best. I love that Tammy's already decided that he won't be able to keep up with her.
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Oh, she said the thing, she said the thing! But seriously, the way Kevin treated Tammy in the last chapter, I think the fact that she still wants to do this for him, maybe not for him anymore, but for her, to prove she can, I hope she doesn't use that new muscle and strength to hurt him, like other girls in your stories seem to love to do. He did say he was sorry, and he's generally a nice guy. He just made one slip up because of the craziness of the situation. But the way she was cold to him, the way she talked to him, I don't feel that she's doing this out of her infatuation for him anymore, but to show him up and to beat him up when she's done. It's a shame if that's the way the story goes. But I will still check out the updates in hopes that's not what happens. k+!
This is looking to become one of your all times best. I love that Tammy's already decided that he won't be able to keep up with her.
Thanks. This story will have more complex characters and relationships than my other stories. Although that is a pretty low bar to clear. :)
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Chapter 6
The lunchroom was packed as always, and I joined line at the burger station where Tammy and I always got our lunch. But Tammy didn't wait in line with me. Instead she went to the salad bar and piled her tray with greens, raw vegetables and grilled chicken. She got through the lunch line at least five minutes before me, but by the time I got to the table she had barely made a dent in the pile of food before her. “Wow,” I said. “That's a lot of food. But I guess you're bulking up, right?”
Tammy nodded silently as she carefully chewed each bite. The silence was super awkward, so I tried to keep the conversation going. “So, uh, what are your macros?” I asked.
Tammy finished chewing her last bite then answered without looking at me. “I'm consuming roughly 10,000 calories per day with 40% coming from lean protein, 40% from slow carbohydrates, and the remainder from healthy fats. Of course in order to accommodate that much food I'm relying heavily on liquid calories such as protein shakes and smoothies.”
I couldn't believe my ears. That was nearly a week's worth of calories for a girl Tammy's size! “Wow,” I said as I looked at the mountain of food on her plate, “No way I could eat that much.”
“I don't think that you could either, Kevin,” she said. “Perhaps that's why your gains in skeletal muscle mass have been suboptimal over the past few years.”
The bluntness of Tammy's comment stung. But as always, she was right. I had put on 15 pounds of lean muscle over the past 3 years, but most of that had come last year, thanks to having a bad diet and poor form in the weight room when I started lifting. “I, uh, got off to a slow start,” I said. “But it looks like you've got a much more rigorous program than I had when I started lifting.”
“Yes,” Tammy said. “I do. Now I hope you'll forgive me if I disengage from this conversation. I need to finish my lunch quickly so I can get to the weight room. My lifting program requires targeting certain muscle groups in ways that can only be accomplished with specialized machines, which I don't have access to at home where I do my morning and evening lifting.”
“You're lifting 3 times a day?” I asked in shock.
Tammy nodded, but said nothing as she continued to methodically make her way through her lunch, her eyes focused straight ahead as if I weren't there.
That night I pre-ordered a copy of a game that Tammy and I had been eagerly awaiting for months, and I texted her a picture of the email confirmation, but she didn't write back. I had trouble getting to sleep that night, not just because I was worried about my friendship with Tammy, but also because I was worried about her health. If she was eating 10,000 calories a day she was going to get sick. And if she was lifting 3 times a day she was going to get hurt. I thought about telling her parents, but her dad was such an imposing alpha male that I was afraid to even speak to him, and her mother was so sexy that she intimidated me even more. So I tossed and turned until I finally got to sleep.
Over the course of the week, Tammy's anger waned and we started to talk again, but things were different. She didn't laugh at my jokes anymore, and she didn't blush when our eyes met. Still I was happy to have my best friend back. And more importantly she seemed to be in good health.
She was still drinking protein shakes all day and eating a mountain of chicken and vegetables and lunch, and judging by how little time she spent on social media or gaming I assumed she was still spending a ton of time in the gym. I kept expecting to see her develop a bloated belly due to all the food she was eating, but any changes in her body were well hidden in her baggy frumpy clothes.
In fact, nothing seemed to have changed at all. She didn't limp when she walked or move gingerly when sitting down, as you would expect from someone who just started a super intensive lifting regimen, and she didn't belch or groan as you would expect from someone consuming 5 times their normal caloric intake. She seemed suspiciously like the same old Tammy Terwillger.
And then, on Saturday afternoon, Tammy sent me a text message for the first time since Tuesday afternoon. Once again it was a picture of her tiny feet standing on a bathroom scale. But this time the digital screen read '101 lbs'.
“What the hell?” I asked myself aloud.
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6 pounds, so 44 pounds to go, she might get there faster than expected. We'll see, I can't wait to see what happens next! k+!
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Chapter 7
The second week of school was about ready to begin as I ran downstairs on Monday morning. As I stepped outside, Tammy Terwilliger was waiting to walk to school with me, as she was every school day for the past 10 years. But this time she was doing bodyweight squats on my front porch, the contents of her backpack rattling as she bobbed up and down with metronomic precision. “Good morning Kevin,” she said. “You're nearly 3 minutes early this morning. And you ran down the stairs. Are you excited for something?”
“No,” I said. “I just thought that, uh, I might be running late.”
But the truth was that I wanted to see Tammy, or rather to look at her. The implication of the picture she sent me on Saturday was that she had gained 6 pounds of muscle in less than 5 days. That much extra weight—be it muscle, fat or even water—should be immediately noticeable on a girl her size. But she looked exactly the same as she had the week before.
Well, except for one thing. Instead of her blocky old glasses with a pair of horn-rimmed frames that looked halfway modern and halfway retro. “Hey, uh, new glasses?” I asked. “They look nice.”
“Thank you, Kevin,” she said as we began walking. “I built an AI model to scan the internet for every available make of eyeglass frames and index them against my facial geometry to identify the aesthetically optimal option. Fortunately, my optometrist had said frames in stock.”
“Well, uh, they look nice,” I said again.
Now I was really confused. I had known Tammy since Grade 3, and she had never shown the slightest interest in fashion. In fact, the kids in town were so used to her tangled mess of black hair, frumpy clothes and oversized glasses that it was her signature look. Heck, in Grade 6 Lizzie Munsch, the school bully, dressed up as Tammy for Halloween. Now all of a sudden she was changing.
The second week of school flew by, and each morning Tammy was there to greet me as always. And each morning she was doing bodyweight squats on my front porch. And each morning on the way to school I snuck glances at her body to see if I could spy any sign of a change.
Then, on Thursday night I got another text from Tammy. Once again it was a picture of her feet on the bathroom scale. But this time the digital screen read '113 lbs'.
“No way,” I said aloud as began pacing back and forth in my room. “What's she up to?”
Several possibilities crossed my mind. She could have photoshopped the numbers on the scale, or she could be holding weights in her hands. But one thing was for sure: Tammy Terwilliger did not gain 18 pounds of muscle in 10 days. It just wasn't possible. Tammy was up to something, and I was going to find out what it was.
On Friday morning, as we walked to school, I turned to Tammy. “So, how's the weightlifting going?” I asked. “I guess you're making progress.”
“Yes indeed,” Tammy said flatly. “As evidenced by the pictures that I have been sending you, I am adding lean muscle mass at an extremely rapid rate, and am well on pace to gain 50 pounds by the time of the Homecoming Dance, as per the terms of our deal.”
“So, uh, can I see your muscles?” I asked.
Tammy's eyes widened at my request, and her cheeks reddened. But then, as she slowed to a stop, a smirk danced across her face. “Why do you want to see my muscles, Kevin?” she asked.
“Oh, uh, no reason,” I asked. “It's just, you know, since we have that deal, and everything.”
Tammy turned away, began walking and smirked again. “That wasn't part of the deal, Kevin,” she said. “However, if you would like to raise the stakes, I have a proposition for you. We will compete across 3 exercises. If you can outperform me in at least 2 out of 3, you may see my muscles. But, if you cannot, you must kiss me on the lips.”
I smiled, but held back my laughter. Tammy was a scrawny girl nearly a foot shorter than me who had been lifting for less than two weeks. There was no way she could outlift me. She was definitely up to something. “Which exercises do you have in mind?” I asked, skeptically.
“You may choose the exercises,” she said, extending her hand. “Now, do we have a deal?”
“We have a deal,” I said, and shook her hand.
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The deal will be fun and happy to read when she outmuscles him
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Chapter 8
As we waited for first bell to start, everyone was checking their phones and making small talk. Everyone except for Tammy, of course, who was studiously speeding through the day's lesson in her book. Then she got a tap on her shoulder from a beautiful Persian girl named Azita who was the star decathlete on the track team. “Tamara, your new glasses are lit,” she said.
“Thank you, Azita,” she said. “And thank you again for helping me with my box squats.”
Then the bell rang, and class began. “So, uh, you're going by 'Tamara' now?” I asked Tammy.
“Yes,” she said. “I don't feel the diminutive form of my name to be appropriate, as I am a young woman, not a little girl. I am a strong young woman, I might add, as you are soon to see evidenced.”
The rest of the school day flew by as I thought about what kind of trick Tammy had cooked up. Soon we were walking down the steps to her basement. “Wow,”I said. “This is a nice gym.”
That was an understatement. Tammy's basement had clean white rubberized floors like a real gym, and it was loaded with equipment. It was a much better setup than I had. “Well, Kevin,” she said as she set down her backpack. “Which exercises do you choose for our competition?”
“Let's start with pullups,” I said as I approached the pullup bar.
I was pretty good at pullups so I knocked out 15 before I dropped to the floor, although the last 2 were pretty sloppy. My arms and lats were screaming as Tammy stepped under the bar. “This was a poor choice for you, Kevin,” she said as she looked at the bar that hung 4 feet above her head. “My lower body weight and and shorter arms give me a mechanical advantage over you in pullups.”
“We'll see,” I said. “Say, that bar's pretty high up there, do you need some help getting-”
Before I could finish my sentence Tammy sprang upward and wrapped her hands around the pullup bar, her body steady and straight as if she had done this a thousand times. Then to my surprise she began to knock out pullups with fluid precision, one after another, until she reached 20.
I was stunned. I had known Tammy since we were kids, and had been in gym class with her off and on the whole time. She'd never shown she slightest proclivity for athletics, and now after less than 2 weeks of weight training she was cranking out strict pullups like a machine. It didn't make sense.
Dropping to the ground, Tammy flashed a confident smile. “It appears that I have won the first round,” she said, showing no signs of exertion. “Which exercise should we do next?”
“Uh, bicep curls,” I said, choosing an exercise where guys always outperformed girls.
I quickly started loading up the barbell. 95 pounds was my max, and even if I could only get 1 rep, there was no way Tammy could move that much weight. Heck she only weighed 95 pounds—until last week, anyway. It was a struggle to get the bar up, and my form was a little shaky, but I completed the rep. “Okay Tammy, let's see you top that,” I said as I set the bar down.
“I prefer to be called Tamara, as we discussed earlier today in history class,” she said flatly as she grabbed a pair of 2.5 pound plates and slipped them onto the barbell, bringing it to 100 pounds.
I watched carefully as Tammy set her feet, squatted down and grabbed the bar. Rising to her feet, she inhaled sharply. Then, to my amazement, she began to curl the barbell upward, her form perfect as she smoothly brought it to her chest, then slowly lowered it. And then she did it again. And again. And again. By the time she stopped after 4 perfect reps, my jaw was hanging wide open.
I was stunned. I had known Tammy since we were kids, and she had arms like twigs. But now all of a sudden she was curling a 100 pound barbell for 4 reps with perfect form. It didn't make sense.
Setting the barbell easily down, Tammy smiled. “It appears that I am victorious,” she said. “I'll admit this isn't where I imagined our first kiss happening, Kevin, but nonetheless I am excited.”
I stared at Tammy in confused silence. She still looked like the same gawky girl that I had always known, but she had just done more pullups and curled more weight than most of the guys at school could manage, all without breaking a sweat. This was obviously some kind of trick, and my mind raced to think of what exactly she had done. Magnets in the floor? Some kind of harness under her clothes? It just didn't make sense. “Tammy, I don't know what you're up to,” I said, “but I'm not-”
But before I could finish, Tammy pounced, leaping onto me like a wild animal. I fell backward onto the padded floor of the basement. Our faces were inches apart, and I could see her eyes twinkling mischievously behind her glasses. “Call me Tamara,” she breathed in a low, silky voice.
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The deal will be fun and happy to read when she outmuscles him
I hope it didn't disappoint. :)
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Wow. I'm absolutely loving this story so far. Tamara is a great character, her intelligence and dedication is awesome.
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Yeah, I'm really liking where this is going, love to see Tamara gaining in confidence, strength, and size. I hope she doesn't stop at 50 pounds, hope she goes until she reaches the limits of her muscle growth potential. k+!
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Ha LOVE it. In two weeks, Tamara is already banging out more pullups and curling more weight than most men can do. She will be super-human 2/3's of the way before prom ...
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Chapter 9
I barely had time to catch my breath before Tammy pressed her lips against mine, and I was shocked to find that mine puckered in response, as if out of a deep instinctive reflex. I could feel her body pulled tightly to mine as she pressed harder, her tongue darting back and forth, and after what seemed like minutes she finally pulled away, a dizzy smile on her face as she straddled my waist.
My mind was racing. I just had my first kiss, and I had shared it with Tammy Terwilliger, the dorkiest girl in town, and the last girl on earth that I would have chosen. I was horrified to think what would happen to my reputation if my classmates found out about the kiss―or even worse that Tammy was apparently stronger than me. “Well, uh, I guess that's it,” I gulped as I sat up. “I should really get-”
But before I could finish, Tammy put her hands on my shoulders and slammed me back to the ground and planted another kiss on my mouth, even longer and more passionate than before. I put my hands on her shoulders to push her away, but she grabbed my wrists and forcefully pinned my arms to the ground, her tiny fingers clamped tight with a surprising amount of strength. Tammy giggled as she forced her tongue into my mouth, her lips continuing to squeeze against my own.
I was nearly out of breath when pulled her face away and sat up, releasing my wrists and placing her hands gently on my chest. “You'll have to forgive me for getting carried away,” she said in a sultry smoky voice, her face blushing and her breathing heavy. “I know the terms of our competition stipulated a single kiss, but ever since I began my weightlifting regimen my libido has intensified dramatically, and controlling it has become increasingly difficult. I hope I didn't hurt you.”
“N-no,” I stammered, blushing with embarrassment. “It's OK. But I really think-”
But before I could finish Tammy began to squeeze my waist between her thighs. “Although, for all practical purposes it doesn't really matter what you think,” she said, licking her lips. “I'm stronger than you are, and I can anything I want with you. Anything. Oh it's all so exciting, I just love being strong!”
A mischievous smile spread across Tammy's face as she squeezed her thighs together more tightly. Her legs were strong, really strong, and I let out a yelp of pain and put my hands against her knees to try and force her legs apart, but she snatched my wrists again and hurled her body forward, slamming me to the ground once again. Before I could catch my breath, she leaned over and planted yet another long, sloppy kiss on my lips, moaning softly as she did.
Then I felt the pressure on my waist diminish as she thankfully let her thighs slacken. But my relief turned to shock as she began grinding her hips against mine as she continued to mash her lips into mine. My brain was awash with hormones, I was hot and cold all at once, and I didn't know how to react. So I went into panic mode and my instincts from wrestling took over.
I planted my left foot and, taking advantage of the weight disparity between us, bucked up and rolled over. I was now on top of Tammy, up on all fours, and ready to make my escape. But before I could stand, Tammy wrapped her legs around my waist and wrapped her arms around my sides, pulling herself tight against me, giggling with glee as she peppered my face and neck with kisses. I tried to rise up, but she hooked her legs around mine and stretched me out, pulling me down on top of her, squeezing me so tightly with her arms that I could feel her nipples poking into my chest, as hard as marbles beneath her thick frumpy pullover. I grabbed her arms around the elbow and tried to pull them loose, but her arms were shockingly strong, and with my compromised leverage I couldn't budge them even an inch. “Tammy what are you doing?” I begged.
“I'm done being Tammy,” she said, her voice growing smoother and deeper as she spoke. “I'm Tamara now, and Tamara takes what she wants. And I want you, Kevin Temple. I have so many plans for us.”
“OK, uh, Tamara,” I I gulped. “But my parents are expecting me, and I really have to get-”
Then the sound of the door opening echoed through the basement, and we both froze. “Tammy are you down here, honey?” called the booming voice of her father.
Instantly we were both on our feet. “Yes, dad. I'm just showing Kevin the gym,” Tammy called, her voice once again shrill and nasally, as her father's hulking frame descended the stairs.
“I-I was just going,” I stammered, afraid to look at the towering mountain of muscle.
“Good idea,” he said with a chuckle as he slapped me on the shoulder. “I know what happens when boys and girls your age are alone together.”
“Kevin was a perfect gentleman,” Tammy said, a mischievous twinkle still in her eyes.
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Fuck this is getting REALLY GOOD
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Agreed agreed, and you seem to be adapting pretty flawlessly to a more romantic context.
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This is SO good, Tammy is such a great character already! :clap:
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I think that this is the most enjoyable story of yours I’ve read - appreciate that’s a personal taste thing on my part, but I’m enjoying the characters too and their relationship is super fun and well described :)
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Chapter 10
I was in a daze as I walked back to my house. The past few minutes had thrown my life into chaos. I had known Tammy Terwilliger practically my whole life, and she had always been a scrawny, socially awkward nerd with whom I shared a platonic friendship. Then in a few short days, she had changed completely, and it was more than just her new glasses and her new name. In her basement I saw her transform into a completely different person before my very eyes. She outlifted me, overpowered me, and gave me my first kiss. Heck, she was dry-humping like a sex-crazed animal!
For the rest of the day and all through dinner, all I could think about was Tammy. When did she get so horny? How did she get so strong so quickly? Was she taking some kind of crazy designer steroids? And more importantly, was she really gaining more than a pound of muscle per day?
I spent the evening playing video games to take my mind off what had happened in Tammy's basement. It was close to 10 when my mind finally stopped reeling, and I was getting ready for bed. Then my phone buzzed. It was a text message from Tammy. Yet again it was a picture of her feet on the bathroom scale. But this time the digital screen read '123 lbs'.
That weekend was a blur. I still couldn't believe what happened on Friday, and I was still trying to figure out how I felt about it. But one thing was certain―I needed to take lifting more seriously.
The weight set in my basement wasn't nearly as impressive as Tammy's, but I had adjustable dumbbells and a bench, so I spent two hours down there Saturday morning and Saturday night, and spent the time in between scouring the internet for tips on how to get bigger and stronger as quickly as possible. I didn't run across anything that I didn't know already, so out of curiosity I started research steroids, not just the normal stuff, but even the crazy designer stuff that bodybuilders and pro athletes used, but as far as I could tell none of them could produce the kind of results that Tammy was getting. Or appeared to be getting.
After all of my research I was more certain than ever that Tammy was pulling some kind of trick. If professional weightlifters and bodybuilders taking designer steroids couldn't gain 28 pounds of muscle in two weeks, then there was absolutely no way that a scrawny teenaged girl like Tammy could. She was up to something alright, and the prospect of solving the mystery piqued my intellectual curiosity.
I started researching magic tricks and movie special effects, looking for ways that Tammy could have staged the weightlifting competition on Friday night. I saw a lot of ways to fake lifting heavy weights, but nothing that would explain all the pullups that she knocked out, let alone how she had managed to wrestle me to the ground time and time again. Still, it was a start. And the sooner I figured out exactly what trick Tammy was pulling, the sooner I could turn her down for the dance.
Then, on Sunday night, right before bed, I got another text from Tammy. I was expecting a picture of her feet on her bathroom scales, but what I got instead was a video.It opened on a shot of Tammy's gym. Just a second later Tammy walked into the shot, wearing sweatpants and sneakers with her ratty black hair in a ponytail. Text flashed on the screen reading 'Saturday workout 2 of 3 – biceps' as Tammy approached the pullup bar, stepped up on a stool and chained a 45 pound plate to her waist. As the text faded, Tammy hopped up and grabbed the bar with an underhand grip and began to knock out chinups, one after another, with perfect form, finally dropping to the ground after 25, looking fresh as a daisy as she shook out her arms and flexed her fingers. “No way,” I mumbled to myself.
But that was just the beginning. What followed was the most intense bicep workout I had ever seen. 4 sets of 8 barbell curls with 145 pounds, 4 sets of 12 alternating dumbbell curls with 50 pound dumbbells, 4 sets of 10 barbell preacher curls with 85 pounds, and 4 sets of 12 hammer curls with 45 pound dumbbells. Tammy knocked out rep after rep with perfect form and minimal rest between sets, her face a stony mask of unwavering focus and concentration as she studied her form in the mirror, sweat starting to bead on her face as her breathing grew heavier with each set of her punishing circuit.
Finally, her face now dripping with sweat, Tammy concluded her workout with a set of non-weighted chinups. She dropped to the ground after 19 reps, breathing heavily and grimacing with exhaustion. As the video faded out, Tammy looked up and flashed a confident smile at the camera. The video closed predictably, with a picture of her tiny feet on her bathroom scale. Now the digital screen read '131 lbs'.
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Wow, Tamara's workouts look intense, no wonder she is gaining so much strength and weight of muscle, she's going to blow past 45 pounds in no time at all. I would love to see her beat the biggest guy on the football team in a competition like she had with Kevin. Looking forward to more! k+!
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I'm dying in anticipation for more!! Can't wait to see where this goes.
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This is SO good, Tammy is such a great character already! :clap:
Tamara bruh ...
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Ha ... 8lbs in two days! She's a genetic wonder - mentally and physically!
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Chapter 11
When I awoke the next morning, Tammy Terwilliger's biceps workout was still fresh in my mind, probably because I had watched it over a dozen times that weekend. As I stepped outside, she was waiting to walk to school with me, as she was every school day for the past 10 years. She had her backpack and her coffee tumbler, but this morning she was doing pistol squats, her form perfect and her breathing still, as if it were effortless for her. “Good morning Kevin,” she said in her usual shrill nasally voice. “You're right on time this morning. I trust this is a sign that you're doing well.”
“Uh, yeah, I guess” I said, uneasily.
Pistol squats were an advanced exercise, and required serious leg strength, core strength and balance. I could only do 1 or 2, and here was Tammy Terwilliger—a girl who used to get winded walking up long flights of stairs—knocking them out like a jackhammer while wearing her backpack and holding a tumbler full of coffee in one hand. If this was a trick, it was a really good one. “I need to complete 10 more repetitions to complete my set,” she said. “Please give me a few more seconds.”
A few moments of awkward silence passed, which stretched into a few minutes as we started walking. I was afraid of what Tammy might say, so I spoke up. “So I download the new-”
“Kevin,” Tammy said abruptly, “I would like to discuss my behavior on Friday afternoon.”
“Oh, uh, it's OK,” I said as I started feel nervous. “We don't-”
“It's clear that my actions made you uncomfortable,” she said. “And for that I apologize.”
“It's OK,” I said, squirming and blushing. “It's, uh, no big deal.”
“I hope you understand, Kevin, that I have sexual urges like every other healthy adolescent,” she said as sweat began to form on my palms. “And as I told you, those urges have increased dramatically as I have gained strength and muscle mass, although it's unclear to me whether this is due to a change in my hormonal balance, or merely the increased confidence that I have experienced as a result of becoming more physically formidable. Either way, I experienced a moment of weakness yesterday, and lost control. And once again I apologize if I was too forward.”
“No apology necessary,” I chuckled nervously. “It was just a kiss. Or, uh, a few kisses.”
Tammy winced slightly at that comment, and I instantly regretted having said it. She had a major crush on me, and it was probably really hard for her to have this conversation. Having me dismiss her affections as 'just a kiss' was the absolute last thing I should have said. Heck, if I was being honest it was a really big deal for me, too―just not in the same way it was for her.
Tammy took a deep breath and continued. “I also hope, Kevin,” she said, “that you will exercise all due discretion with regards to my loss of control, and will not say or do anything that would, directly or indirectly, lead to what is commonly referred to as 'slut-shaming'.”
Now it was my turn to feel hurt. I had stuck by Tammy for years, even though she was the least popular girl in town. We walked to school together and even ate lunch together. Sure I had been a little dismissive of her, but I would never do anything that cruel and insensitive. “No!” I blurted out. “Of course not! You're my best friend. I would never... holy shit Tammy, what kind of a creep would I be if did something like that?”
Tammy sighed with relief. “Thank you, Kevin,” she said. “I can tell that you're being sincere, and I am grateful that you still feel a bond of friendship to me, despite recent... complications... in our relationship. And as such, I feel that I owe you a gesture of good will.”
“Uh, what exactly do you mean?” I asked.
“I would like to show you my muscles, Kevin,” she said, “as you have previously requested.”
“Uh, your muscles?” I gulped.
“Yes indeed,” Tammy replied.
Now I was really nervous. “Like... right now?” I asked, looking around for prying eyes.
“No,” Tammy said. “In private. Perhaps after school today. Perhaps in your house, if that would make you more comfortable. Do we have a deal?
I gulped. I had spent the past two weeks wondering about Tammy Terwilliger's muscles, whether she actually had any, how big they were, how lean they were, and so on. In fact, over the past few days I hadn't been able to think of much else. And in a few hours I was going to finally get my questions answered. “We have a deal,” I said.
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Amazing! It's finally happening! I think it's cute that she apologized, she's so hardcore and super disciplined, but Kevin seems to be her only weakness.
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Chapter 12
The school day flew by. I had trouble focusing on my course work, or even the girls around me, because I was thinking about what was in store for me after school. Tammy and I made friendly small talk as we walked home, and when we got into the house my mom was there to greet us. “Oh Kevin, I see you brought Tammy with you,” she chirped with delight as she ran to hug Tammy. “To what do I owe the honor?”
Mom and dad loved Tammy because she was smart and well-behaved, pretty much the opposite of the 'bad girls' that they always worried about me hooking up with—as if I would be so lucky. “Hello Mrs. Temple,” Tammy said. “First and foremost I should tell you that I now go by Tamara, instead of the diminutive 'Tammy', as I am a young woman not a little girl. But to answer your question, I'm here this afternoon because Kevin and I are going to the Homecoming dance together in two weeks, and we are sorting out the logistics ahead of time.”
I balked, but mom was over the moon. “Oh how wonderful!” she sang. “I'm sure you'll have a lovely time! And maybe even fall in love... You take good care of my little boy Kevin, Tamara!”
“I most certainly will,” Tammy said with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
As we walked upstairs to my bedroom, I had a hard time containing my frustration. It's pretty clear what Tammy's plan had been all along. She wanted to get my mom and dad to force me into going to the dance with her. And her plan had worked to perfection. I was going to call her out, but as soon as I closed the door behind me, she dropped her backpack to the ground and spoke. “Kevin, which muscle group do you find most sexually attractive on a woman?”
I balked again. Tammy had already sprung her trap, so what was she up to? Was she really going to show me her muscles Did she even have muscles? As my mind ran in circles, my mouth ran ahead. “Pecs,” I said as I bumped the back of my legs against my bed. “Uh, I mean pectoral muscles.”
“Are you trying to trick me into exposing my breasts, Kevin?” she asked skeptically.
“No, really. I like girls with big pecs,” I insisted, as if that made me seem less creepy.
“Nonetheless, I won't be baring my chest for you this afternoon,“ Tammy said flatly. “What then is the muscle group that you find second-most sexually attractive on a woman?”
“Abs, I guess,” I answered.
“Very well then,” Tammy said with a nod, as she unsnapped the button of her corduroy pants, which sagged down on her hips, exposing a glimpse of white panties beneath the hem of her pullover.
Then Tammy grabbed the hem of her pullover and lifted it giving me a view of her bare midsection from her solar plexus to the waistband of the white panties that rode a few inches below her navel, revealing eight perfectly symmetrical blocks of abdominal muscle, wreathed by chiseled ribbons of serratus muscles that reached down like piano keys from below her uplifted shirt, and girded by sculpted wedges of oblique muscle that formed a deeply gouged apollo's belt as they plunged into her white cotton panties, accentuating the unexpected hourglass curves of her figure.
My jaw dropped open and my pulse quickened. In a split second, the confusion that had hung over me for the past two weeks was gone. Tammy Terwilliger had muscles, alright. Not only that, but she was absolutely ripped, without a speck of fat visible along the shockingly feminine curves of her figure. “Well Kevin, what do you think?” she asked. “Am I to take your silence and slack-jawed expression as an indication that you find my abdominal muscles sexually attractive?”
“Oh wow,” I mumbled, unable to articulate myself as I gawked rapturously at her shredded abs.
Tammy smiled and blushed. “I'm quite proud of my abdominal muscles, Kevin,” she said, her voice growing less shrill more sultry as she spoke. “In fact, I've grown quite fond of examining them in the mirror. I find the way they look when I move my hips to be quite captivating. Observe.”
Tammy wiggled her hips and twisted her waist slowly, like a belly dancer, making her rippling array of abdominal muscles stretch and contract in undulating waves, and I instantly began to harden. She took a step toward me, wiggling her hips, and I dropped to my knees to feast my eyes on the sculpted perfection of her torso as she knotted her pullover in her right hand so that her left was free.
“Your abs... your muscles... Oh my God Tammy... your abs are so hot.” I gulped.
“Call me Tamara,” she purred as she ran the fingers through my hair.
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Sounds like finally, Kevin is opening up to the possibility of being attracted to Tamara, as she has been attracted to him for a long time. He has seemed to be, up to that point, that her muscles were imaginary, that she could never be as muscular as his fantasy girls, and now, he might find out that, perhaps she could surpass them. I look forward to seeing more from you, k+!
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PECS are also my favorite muscles ;) I hope she show them in the future ;)
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Wow! Can't wait to see what more Tamara is packing, it's bound to be impressive. Also, I wouldn't be surprised if she now even more obsessively focused on growing her pecs to become even more of Kevin's dream woman..
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Chapter 13
My breath was trembling as I stared, enraptured as Tammy continued to sway her hips from side to side, making her abs and obliques ripple, tiny winkles of paper-thin skin dancing along the edges of the chiseled muscles. “Would you like to feel my muscles, Kevin?” she asked.
“Oh my God yes,” I sighed as my loins began to throb.
“Then tell me so,” she commanded. “Tell me that you want to touch my body.”
“I want to touch your body,” I parroted. “I want... I want to touch you.”
“Ooh, I love hearing you say that,” she giggled. “Say it again.”
“I want to touch your body,” I said through trembling lips.
“You never did have a way with words, Kevin,” she laughed. “Nonetheless, your sincerity is quite evident in your trembling body and labored breathing. Now beg. Beg me to touch my body.”
“Please let me touch your body,” I mumbled. “I beg you to let me touch your muscles.
“I like the sound of that,” she laughed. “Very well. You may touch my muscles, Kevin.”
That was all I needed to hear. I lay my shaking hands on Tammy Terwilliger's shredded abdomen, pressing my palms against the firm blocks of muscle and tracing my fingers along the deep grooves that ran between them. “Oh my God they're so hard,” I gasped. “So hard... rock hard...”
Tammy let out a long, slow moan of satisfaction. “Yes,” she breathed in her smoky, sexy voice. “Tell me more, Kevin. Tell me how much you love my muscles. Tell me how sexy I am.”
“You're so sexy,” I mewled. “I love your muscles... your perfect abs... so sexy.”
Tammy cooed with delight and grabbed a fistful of my hair and flopped down on to my bed, her butt on the edge of the mattress with her feet planted on the floor, knees bent. I followed helplessly, still on my knees, but now with my body between her legs and my hands on either side of her waist, my face mere inches from her sculpted abs. “Would you like to kiss my muscles, Kevin?” she asked.
“Oh my God yes,” I sighed as my erection strained against the fabric of my pants.
“Then tell me so,” she commanded. “Tell me that you want to kiss my body.”
“I want to kiss your body,” I said obediently. “I want to kiss your muscles... lick your muscles.”
“Ooh, I really like the sound of that,” she giggled. “You may kiss my muscles, Kevin.”
Gently I pressed my lips against Tammy's abs, kissing each brick of her eight pack, one at a time as my erection throbbed. It was like a dream come true. I was fondling and kissing the most amazing set of abs that I had ever seen in my life, and somehow they belonged to Tammy Terwilliger.
Tammy moaned long and loud, loud enough to startle me out of my muscle-crazed reverie, loud enough for my parents to hear. And that's when the reality of the situation set in. I was making out with Tammy Terwilliger in my bedroom, in the middle of the day, and my mom was probably folding laundry just a few feet away. I looked up at Tammy, and she looked down at me. Her lips were puckering and her eyes were hazy. “Why did you stop?” she pouted coquettishly. “I was enjoying that.”
I didn't know what to say. My mind was torn between lust for Tammy's muscles, confusion about having my first sexual encounter, and fear of getting caught by my parents. But Tammy had no such worries. She grabbed my hair with both hands and forced my lips against her stomach, and began rubbing my face against the rock-hard contours of her sculpted midsection. Instantly I felt the warm tingling of lust clouding my brain, and began rubbing her muscle-wrapped waist with my hands as resumed kissing her abs.
Then Tammy started to push my head further down her torso, past her belly button, until I found lips puckering against her cotton panties. Before I could react, she had wriggled her pants and her panties down her hips, lifted her butt, and forced my face against the moist pink ruffles of her vagina. The smell of her sex filled my mouth and nose, and my erection grew so hard that it hurt as I began licking and kissing her vulva, trying my best to replicate what I had seen on porn sites. I had no idea what I was doing, but I guess it was working. “Yes,” she purred. “That feels so good... so good. This is what I want, Kevin. This is what I always wanted.”
Tammy pressed down hard on my head, smooshing my face against her sex, hard enough that I started to run out of air and my jaw began aching. “I can't breathe,” I said, voice muffled by her flesh.
She lifted my head up and I gasped for air. “What did you say?” she giggled. “I can't hear you.”
“Can't... breathe,” I panted. “I can't breathe.”
“Well then,” she said with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “I guess you'd better lick faster.”
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wow. I think we can all say we wish we had a Tamara in our lives! Just incredible.
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Chapter 14
Tammy pressed my face back into her vulva, and I immediately began licking her up and down until finally a tiny pearl of flesh emerged at the upper cleft of her labia, and when my tongue brushed against it, and she let out a long, low moan. I had heard of a clitoris before, but I had no idea what to do with it, so I simply repeated what I had done before, stroking it with my tongue as Tammy squirmed beneath me, forcing me to grab onto her sculpted waist in order to keep my balance.
I was almost out of breath when Tammy inhaled sharply, and her body tensed. Suddenly she released my head and pushed my body away with her legs, sending me tumbling across the floor as she writhed on the bed, her eyes closed as she bit her lower lip. “Uh, are you okay?” I asked Tammy as I pulled myself up to my fee, gasping for air wiping her juices from my mouth.
“Ooh yes,” she purred “I have never felt better in my life. This is exactly what I wanted.”
I had heard of orgasms before, of course, but I had only ever seen them in porn, and Tammy was giving a performance that would make a porn star blush, running her fingers through her hair as she squirmed on the bed and moaned. Watching her made me feel insecure about my virginity and lack of experience with girls, and it also made be nervous because I knew that our relationship had just changed forever―although I didn't know exactly how. But at the same time I felt proud, knowing that I had made a girl feel... that. It felt somehow wrong to just stand there watching, so I headed for the door. “I'm, uh, going to get you some water,” I said.
I had only taken about two steps when I was knocked roughly to the floor. I was on my side, and Tammy was straddling me, her legs clamped around my midsection, pecking at my neck and face with kisses. “You're not going anywhere,” she breathed as she flopped me onto my back.
Her right hand grabbed a handful of my hair as her left forced its way into the waistband of my pants as she planted a forceful passionate kiss on my lips. Soon her tiny hand began began squeezing and stroking my member, until it surged with blood, eliciting a delighted giggle from her. My body was buzzing with adrenaline and my mind was racing with thoughts. It was overwhelming, and I had no idea what to. At least until I heard the laundry room door close down the hall “Oh, uh, hey,” I stammered. “I'm not so sure-”
Instantly Tammy slapped her right hand over my mouth. “Shhh,” she purred. “Don't talk.”
Tammy fixed me with her gaze, her face inches away from mine. Her eyes were narrow and glazed over with a look that I'd never seen before, and her lips were pouty as she continued to massage my rock-hard erection until finally it erupted with semen. “Oh,” she said. “That was... quick.”
I blushed, my ego bruised, as Tammy withdrew her hand from my pants and studied the smear of ejaculate in her palm. But if she was disappointed in my sudden ejaculation, she got over it quickly as she began licking my semen from her palm and fingers, cooing with delight as she continued to look me in the eye while clamping her hand over my mouth. In the clarity that followed my orgasm, I started to feel absolutely puny. Tammy had always been smarter than me. But now she was stronger than me. And her outburst of uninhibited lust had laid bare all of my sexual and romantic insecurities.
But then my vague emotional fears gave way to one much more visceral as a sharp knock came at my door. “Kevin,” my mom called. “Are you in there?”
Instantly, Tammy and I were back up on our feet, straightening our clothes and trying to regain our composure. Tammy was putting her backpack on as the door swung open. “Uh, yeah mom,” I said. “We're, uh, just getting ready to come downstairs.”
“Oh I hope I didn't interrupt anything,” mom said with a playful smile. “I should know better than to leave 2 teenagers alone in a bedroom!”
My blood ran cold, but Tammy smiled. “Kevin was a perfect gentlemen, I assure you,” she said.
“Oh I'm sure he was,” mom chirped. “Would either of you like a little snack before dinner?”
“No thank you, Mrs. Thompson,” Tammy said with a mischievous grin. “We just ate.”
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*wipes sweat*
Uh, well maybe it IS the confidence.
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Instant Classic
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Absolutely incredible. I'm hoping Tamm- er Tamara gets bigger than any of your protagonists yet. At this rate it will only take her a few months. Great work.
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Chapter 15
For the rest of the night, all I could think about was Tammy Terwilliger. In a few days she had changed herself completely, and in doing so she had completely upended our relationship. I had spent the past several years rebuffing Tammy's romantic overtures, secretly yearning for a girl with muscles keeping her in the friend zone and completely dismissing her as a sexual entity.
But now Tammy had muscles. Serious muscles. Not slim lean muscles like the skinny girls who ran track, or thick shapeless muscles like the bulky girls who threw shotput, but bulging sculpted muscles like a bodybuilder. And there was no denying her sexuality―literally or figuratively.
My brain was spinning in circles trying to make sense of my first sexual experience, but it all just seemed too unreal to be true. Two weeks ago I rebuffed Tammy's advances so coldly that I made her cry, but two hours ago she had me on my knees begging to touch her. I was so filled with muscle lust I would have done anything that she asked. But she didn't ask. She took what she wanted, just like she said she would. What she wanted was me. And she took me by force.
“Did I get raped by Tammy Terwilliger?” I asked myself as I paced in my room after dinner.
I couldn't believe what I just said. The idea seemed downright absurd. But there was no denying it. She had forced me to eat her out without asking, even going so far as to ignore my plea for air. Then she jerked me off without asking, even going so far as to cover my mouth so I couldn't speak. In the moment her overpowering sexual aggression made me feel helpless and afraid, but thinking about it now made me feel horny. I couldn't stop thinking about the lusty look in her eyes, the feel of her lips on my skin, her sultry voice, the taste of her vagina, and most of all her muscles.
Impossibly, Tammy Terwilliger had the sexiest abs that I had ever seen in my life. I scrolled through pictures of muscle girls on the internet, scrutinizing their abs, but none of them could surpass Tammy's perfectly symmetrical, perfectly developed, and perfectly shredded midsection.
It just didn't make sense. In a few days, scrawny dorky Tammy Terwilliger had built a muscle-packed core could rival a professional physique competitor. I struggled to believe it, but every time I closed my eyes the memory of her sculpted torso gyrating and flexing replayed in my mind.
That night, I thought of Tammy Terwilliger as I masturbated. As I lay in bed wondering what I was going to say to her the next morning, my phone buzzed. Of course it was another text from Tammy, another picture of her feet on her bathroom scale, with the screen reading '139 lbs'.
I didn't much sleep on Monday night, and I was running late. I hurried down the stairs and found Tammy waiting for me as always, once again knocking out pistol squats with mechanical precision. “Good morning Kevin,” she said. “You're 5 minutes and 47 seconds late this morning, and your hands appear to be sweating profusely. Are you nervous about something?”
“Uh, no,” I said. “I was just up late last night. Playing games.”
“I slept wonderfully,” Tammy smirked.
The next few minutes passed in awkward silence. I was afraid to say anything, because I didn't know what to say. We were halfway to school when Tammy finally spoke. “Kevin, I've been thinking about what happened in your room yesterday,” she said.
“Oh,” I squeaked. “I have too, I guess.”
“I'm sure you have,” she said. “As I've mentioned before, my libido has intensified at an exponential rate over the past couple of weeks. When I feel the touch of your skin on mine, it becomes overpowering, and I find myself completely unable to contain my sexual desires.”
“When I, uh, touch you?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said. “And so, to avoid you forcing me into another such situation, I've decided it's best that we refrain from physical contact. Until the day before the Homecoming Dance, of course.”
“The day before...?” I asked.
“Naturally you'll need to verify that I have gained 50 pounds of lean muscle mass, as per the terms of our deal,” she said. “Although due to recent calibrations in my diet and training regimen it's highly probably that I will exceed the stipulated number of 50 pounds.”
“More than 50 pounds of muscle?” I asked
“Yes indeed,” Tammy smirked, her eyes straight ahead as she strode confidently forward.
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How many days was it when she started and now? Because she has gained now 44 pounds of muscle, to pack that on in such a short time, it's really amazing. I wonder how strong she has become? I look forward to seeing it! k+!
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Chapter 16
The school week passed uneventfully, at least for me. But there was no mistaking that Tammy was starting to come out of her shell. Her newfound confidence was evident in her body language, and even her notoriously shrill and nasally voice was starting to get smoother and more steady.
What's more I would see her joking and gossiping with girls who wouldn't have given her the time of day in the past. We were in third bell AP Biology on Friday when Megan Masters approached her during a break. I tried not to stare at Megan, but her hypnotic beauty drew my eyes uncontrollably. “Tamara I heard that you broke 300 pounds on the bench press Tuesday morning, and I just wanted to congratulate you,” Megan said, her melodic voice overflowing with excitement as she clasped her hands in front of her. “Your gains over the past few weeks have been nothing short of amazing.”
“Thank you, Megan,” Tammy said. “I'm fortunate both for have been gifted with superior genetics, as well as having access to world class facilities and coaching.”
Megan took one of Tammy's hands in her own and leaned in close. “That's certainly true, and of course it's so important to show gratitude,” she said, “but please let yourself take pride in what you've accomplished. The drive and discipline that you've shown are awe-inspiring, and you're an inspiration to all the girls in the weight room―even though some are a little jealous, myself included.”
“That's very kind of you Megan,” Tammy said. “I am indeed quite proud of my progress, and in that spirit I'll say with all due humility that my working weight on the bench press is now 335 pounds.”
I couldn't believe what I just heard. My one-rep max on the bench was 285, and I needed a spotter to help me rack and unrack the bar. But somehow Tammy Terwilliger―the scrawny nerdy girl next door who had never been able to do so much as a single pushup―was now benching 335 pounds for multiple reps after only 3 weeks of weight training! If I hadn't experienced her strength and muscles myself I would never have believed it. Heck, I still had trouble believing it!
But Megan Masters didn't. “That's incredible, Tamara!” she sang. “Although I guess I shouldn't be surprised. You always have been an overachiever. Oh, and before I forget, I'm having a few girls over on Sunday to enjoy the pool before it gets too cold. Please tell me that you can come!”
“I would be happy to join you, Megan, thank you for asking,” Tammy said, blushing at the praise and acceptance that she had received the from the most popular girl in school.
I was absolutely floored. I had spent the past 3 years trying to get stronger, gain muscle, develop confidence, and reinvent my reputation and I was proud of the decent results that I had achieved. But Tammy had outperformed me by orders of magnitude on all 3 fronts in just a few weeks. She was stronger, more muscular and more popular than me—and it wasn't even close.
On Friday night, all I could think about was Tammy, and not just her abs. For years she had been a platonic friend that I could nerd out with, and I had gotten so used to having her around that I took her for granted and never really thought about her. Heck, when she started to crush on me in Grade 8, I started to actively avoid thinking about her. Now it was impossible not to think about her.
Her transformation was so fast and so dramatic that it defied both logic and the laws of biology. I always knew she was super smart and super disciplined, because I had seen her succeed at everything that she put her mind to―from academics to mastering musical instruments, to getting video game achievements―but what she accomplished in the past few weeks was downright superhuman. It was like she had cheat codes for life, and she could do anything she wanted.
To try and relax I started playing my favorite video game, one that Tammy and I used to play together all the time. But as I slogged through minute after minute of repetitive gameplay, I realized that I never had really enjoyed the game itself, I just enjoyed playing it with Tammy, teasing each other and making jokes as we went along. Immediately another realization set in: I wasn't just worried about Tammy's health or intimidated by her self-mastery, I was also afraid of losing my best friend.
I was trying to come to terms with that realization when my phone buzzed. Predictably, it was a picture of Tammy on her bathroom scale. But this time the digital screen read '147 lbs'. Tammy had done it. She put on 50 pounds of muscle faster than anyone would have thought possible. And she had done it with 7 days to spare.
I was going to have to rent a tuxedo.
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Okay, now we have a time frame! 3 weeks to pack on 50 pounds of muscle, that comes out to 16 pounds plus a week, I love the idea of Tammy being a prodigy, that kind of character has always been a favorite thing of mine. I look forward to seeing how big and strong she is by the time the Homecoming Dance is! k+!
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Those pecs and arms better be massive if she's benching more than twice her weight!
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Chapter 17
It was Saturday, and I was going to the mall to rent a tuxedo for the Homecoming dance. I met my friends Dave and Jamal from the wrestling team at the food court and we grabbed some tacos and sat down to eat. “So Kevin,” Dave said with a smile. “What's going on with Tammy Terwilliger?”
I got the chills. “Uh, what do you mean?” I asked.
“She seems different lately,” he said. “She's going by Tamara now, and it looks like she's trying to get a makeover. I mean, as much of a makeover as a dorkette like her can, anyway?”
“Oh yeah,” I said, breathing a sigh of relief. “I guess she's just, uh, trying something new.”
“Trying your dick, you mean,” Jamal laughed. “Are you hitting that?”
“No way,” I said with a nervous laugh. “We're just friends. We're like, neighbors and stuff.”
“Hey, somebody has to fuck her,” Dave said. “Might a well be you. It sure ain't gonna be me.”
“It looks like she has some big titties at least,” Jamal said. “You could always motorboat her.”
“Man,” Dave joked. “Can you imagine Tammy Terwilliger talking dirty? 'Oh Kevin, place your penile unit perpendicular to my vaginal opening' and shit like that.”
Dave and Jamal laughed heartily, but all I could manage was a nervous chuckle. Partly it was because of the insecurity that had been gnawing at the back of my mind ever since my sexual encounters with Tammy―or more accurately with Tamara. But mostly it was because of the previous night's epiphany about how much Tammy meant to me as a friend, how amazing she was, and how I had taken her for granted. “Hey guys,” I said. “That's my friend you're talking about. Don't say stuff like that.”
“Don't be such a simp,” Jamal said. “Guys are supposed to take charge of women.”
“Yeah,” Dave teased. “If you don't keep your girlfriend in check, she might wind up being the dominant one in the relationship. She might even start beating you up!”
Dave and Jamal laughed, but all I could muster was a nervous chuckle. Tammy was the dominant one in our relationship, and there was no doubt that she could beat me up if she wanted to. And whatever it was she wanted, it was clearly more than just a date to the Homecoming dance.
Dave and Jamal left after lunch, and went off to one of the big clothing stores. I was looking through the fall clothes when I heard the familiar drone of Tammy Terwilliger's nasally voice. “Truthfully, I had hoped for something smaller,” she said. “This is not suitable for my purposes.”
My nerves stood on end. I wasn't ready to talk to Tammy again so soon after she had tried to force herself on me. I ducked behind a group of mannequins and looked around, but I couldn't see her frizzy mop of black hair anywhere. But then, out of the corner of my eye, I spied a girl about her size in a baggy frumpy outfit standing at the counter in the nearby swimsuit department, interrogating the clerk. It was Tammy alright, but her hair had been immaculately styled, and spilled over her shoulders in shining, silky waves. And what's more she was carrying bags from a few different cosmetics stores.
Now I was really confused. I had known Tammy since grade 3, and she had never shown the slightest interest in her hair or makeup. But then I remembered her new glasses, and her invitation to Megan Masters' pool party. Tammy, the scrawny gawky little girl that had spent countless hours in my room nerding out about video games and anime was rapidly turning into Tamara, the musclebound sexpot who spent all day in the gym and hung out with the most popular girls in school.
And what she said next only reinforced that notion. “Perhaps if I were to try a swimsuit for younger girls, I might find one that is sufficiently revealing,” she said to the woman behind the counter.
The woman balked. “I'm sorry miss,” she said nervously, “but our girls' swimsuits are quite modestly cut. And besides, you wouldn't even be able to put one on, not with your... curves.”
“It's true that my bust and hips are quite pronounced as of late,” Tammy sighed. “Perhaps then I should seek out a store specializing in risque clothing. Could you please direct me to one?”
The woman behind the counter pointed in my direction, and as Tammy turned to follow her directions I quickly ducked behind the mannequins and snuck away, my heart racing.
Tammy was definitely up to something.
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Looking forward to the pool party :letsparty:
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Chapter 18
On Monday morning I was a nervous wreck. Tammy Terwilliger had dominated my thoughts for the past two weeks. She made me horny, nervous, and insecure. And I knew she was waiting right outside my door.
When I stepped outside, Tammy Terwilliger was waiting to walk to school with me, as she was every school day for the past 10 years. But this time she was doing handstand pushups in the middle of my front walkway, with her tumbler of coffee resting on the ground beside her. As I watched in amazement her body shot up and down like a muscle-powered piston, ramrod straight despite being unsupported. Her baggy shirt had slid down to reveal her perfectly sculpted abs, perfectly symmetrical and deeply gouged like brickwork, surrounded by ribs and serratus muscles so chiseled that they looked like a cobblestone street. And what's more, her skin was tanned golden brown, making her amazing core muscles popped with definition. For the first time in her life, Tammy Terwilliger had a tan. “Good morning Kevin,” she said, her voice steady and calm as if the incredible athletic feet she was engaged in was a trifle. “You seem to be early this morning, although I must admit that I have lost track of time, as this particular calisthenic movement requires a great deal of focus.”
Tammy gracefully bent forward, her back curving with the practiced ease of a gymnast as her left foot touched down inches away from my own, followed by her right, and suddenly she popped up in front of me. But this wasn't the same girl that I had seen every morning since Grade 3.
With her hair fashionably styled and her new glasses, she no longer looked like a dorky schoolgirl. And there was something different about her face as well. With a perfect tan and a hint of blush and eyeliner, she looked downright pretty. “Are you wearing makeup?” I blurted out, quickly catching myself. “I mean, uh, you look nice. Your hair looks nice, too.”
“Thank you, Kevin,” Tammy said as we began walking. “Although I have in the past been quite vocal about my distaste for cosmetic augmentation as a means of patriarchal oppression, I felt it appropriate to prepare for the upcoming Homecoming Dance that we will soon be attending together. To my surprise I have found the process of cosmetic augmentation to be quite stimulating. Perhaps, as some have suggested, females have a biological predisposition to appearing desirable to potential mates―a predisposition that I have long resisted. Regardless, I am quite pleased with the results.”
“Yeah you look, uh, really nice,” I said.
“Thank you again, Kevin,” she said, taking a sip of her coffee.
The rest of the walk passed in awkward silence. Well it was awkward for me anyway. Tammy seemed calm and confident, as if she didn't have a care in the world. We were only a couple blocks from school when Tammy finally spoke again. “Kevin, I think you should make arrangements to come to my house after dinner on Friday evening, so we can finalize our deal.”
“Finalize our deal?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said. “Surely you remember the deal we struck on the first day of school, whereby if I was able to gain 50 pounds of lean muscle mass, you would take me to the Homecoming dance?”
“Oh yeah, of course,” I said.
“To settle our deal, I will need to provide evidence that I have in fact gained said 50 pounds of lean muscle mass,” she said. “Although in fact I suspect it will be closer to 60 pounds by that time.”
“60 pounds?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said. “I have been gaining not only lean muscle mass but also strength at an accelerated rate recently, after a few modifications to my diet and my regimen. It has been a thoroughly enjoyable and transformational undertaking that has benefited me in multiple, often unexpected ways, and I owe it all to you, Kevin.”
“To me?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said. “Every dimension of my life has improved immeasurably over the past few weeks, all due to having embraced the physical aspects of my life, which I had heretofore neglected. And I never would have chosen to do so without the motivation that you provided.”
“Motivation?” I asked.
“Motivation,” Tammy reiterated with a wry smile.
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Looking forward to the pool party :letsparty:
Sadly, that will have to be another story for another day. I think this story is going to be close to 30 chapters already and I want to keep a tight focus.
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Looking forward to the pool party :letsparty:
Sadly, that will have to be another story for another day. I think this story is going to be close to 30 chapters already and I want to keep a tight focus.
No worries. I'm sure you have plenty of other stimulating scenes planned for us. Keep up the great work!
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man so nice. I hope you're enjoying this, because we are.
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Chapter 19
I didn't see Tammy much that week. She was still spending every free minute in the gym, but now, for the first time in her life, she was starting to spend more time with other girls. Not only that, but she had seamlessly blended in with the most popular girls in school. She ate lunch with Lacey and Kacey Covington, the busty twin cheerleaders whose shared Insta**** account earned them more money than most of the adults in town, and instead of sitting next to me in AP History she sat next to Megan Masters herself. Not only that, but thanks to her makeover she was starting to get attention from guys―lots of them. Now that she was filling out her frumpy wardrobe couldn't hide her sweeping thighs, round buttocks and jutting bosom, and the jocks and prettyboys that had ignored her throughout her entire life were circling her like buzzards. In just a few short weeks, Tammy Terwilliger had gone from being a social outcast to being way out of my league. And in more ways than one.
Her newfound strength allowed her to overpower me effortlessly, her newfound muscularity could bring me to my knees and make me beg, her newfound popularity made me feel like a loser, and her newfound sexuality made me feel inadequate in ways I could barely understand. Tammy Terwilliger, the dorky little girl I had taken for granted for a decade, was better than me at everything. She had outclassed me so quickly and so easily it was downright humiliating. It was like living next door to Wonder Woman.
Tammy was all I could think about now. She was my dream girl―a smart, beautiful, buxom musclegirl who was good at video games and enjoyed all the same anime that I did. I wanted to tell her so, and ask her to be my girlfriend, but despite the fact that I promised myself each morning that I would do just that, I just couldn't bring myself to do it. As we walked to school Tammy seemed to tower over me, and I was as helpless to express my affections for her as I was for the other gorgeous girls of Flexington High. I wondered if she could tell how nervous she made me, but her confident smile was impenetrable, so I spent the whole week agonizing over the Homecoming dance. I had no idea what Tammy was planning but there was no doubt that she was planning something. Tammy Terwilliger always had a plan, and she always executed it to perfection.
On Friday I ate lunch with Dave and Jamal. They were excited for the Homecoming dance because they both had hot dates, but they were more interested in talking about my date. “Dude, are you really going to the dance with Tamara Terwilliger?” Jamal asked.
“Uh, yeah, I guess,” I said nervously.
“How the hell did you pull that off?” Dave asked. “She's one of the hottest girls in school!”
Their attitude toward Tammy had changed so quickly I nearly got whiplash. Her newfound beauty and popularity had apparently overwhelmed their hormones so much they had forgotten that they were making fun of her for being a dork less than a week ago. “We, uh, we made a deal,” I said.
“Dude that's awesome,” Jamal said. “Do you think she's going to put out?”
“I don't know,” I said. “I hope so.”
“You can't be like that,” Dave said. “You have to make sure. Take control. Chicks love that.”
I sighed. The only thing about my relationship with Tammy that was certain was the fact that she was the one in control. And she was completely in control. “Just be careful,” Jamal joked. “My sister works out in the girls' weight room, and she told me that Tamara is crazy strong.”
“Oh man,” Dave said. “You don't think she's one of those chicks with muscles do you? That's so gross.”
“© Saradass are gross as hell,” Jamal agreed. “What kind of guy would get off on that?”
“A dorky weirdo,” Dave said, and they both laughed.
But I wasn't laughing. Because now I had yet another reason to be insecure.
I was so nervous on Friday night that I could barely eat my dinner. I was a nervous wreck up in my room as I waited for Tammy to text me. The sun was just starting to set when my phone buzzed. It was a message from Tammy, two simple words that made my stomach spasm with anxiety: 'come over.'
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Loving this story. Can’t wait to see just how crazy strong Tammy has gotten!
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Chapter 20
Tammy greeted me at the front door in sweats with her hair in a ponytail, with an easy confident smile on her face and a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “Good evening Kevin,” she said. “Thank you for arriving promptly. I am in the process of completing my evening workout, you may join me downstairs, and we can commence sorting out logistics for the dance after I have finished.”
“Sure, sounds good,” I said.
Tammy's dad was sitting at the dining room table, his hulking frame bent over a tablet that looked no bigger than mobile phone in his enormous hands, seemingly oblivious to my presence. Tammy's mother bounced down the stairs, her prodigious bosom and curvaceous figure showcased by a form-fitting blouse and a tight skirt. She jiggled her way toward me, gleefully embracing me as I tried not to ogle her. “Oh Kevin!” she sang, “I'm so excited that you and Tamara will be going to Homecoming together! You'll be such an adorable couple!”
“Yeah,” I said. “I'm, uh pretty excited.”
As Tammy's father rose from his seat, her mother grabbed her purse from an end table then turned to me again, giggling. “Fair warning, Kevin, don't try to get fresh with Tamara while we're out on the town tonight,” she said with a wink, “She may have to defend herself, and she's become quite the little weightlifter! Isn't that right honey?”
Tammy's dad nodded as he put his massive arm around his wife's waspish waist. “She sure has,” he said, smiling with pride as he looked at Tammy. “My little girl pumps some serious iron.”
“Kevin is always a perfect gentleman,” Tammy said, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
A few seconds later, the door had closed and I heard the Terwilliger's car starting in the driveway. Tammy turned to me and smiled. “Please follow me to the weight room,” she said.
No sooner had we gotten to the basement, Tammy grabbed a pair of 50 pounds dumbbells and began knocking out squat-curl thrusters, one after another. I watched in awed silence as she went through 10 reps in perfect form, then 20, then 30. “Wow,” I said, “you're uh, really strong now, huh?”
“Yes indeed,” Tammy said, not showing the slightest sign of fatigue. “Although at the moment I am using light dumbbells as to ensure that my muscles are thoroughly exhausted after what has been a particularly intense full-body routine.”
“Light dumbbells?” I asked, still confused by Tammy's newfound strength.
She responded with a mischievous smile, and finally racked the dumbbells after having completed 20 reps, sweat now beading along her forehead. “Thank you for your patience Kevin,” she said. “Now please take a seat while I go upstairs and obtain a scale with which to weigh myself.”
I did as Tammy instructed and took a seat on a folding chair near the squat rack as she walked upstairs. When she closed the door behind her, I sighed deeply. My stomach was doing flip-flops. Tammy made me nervous in about 100 different ways, and that was just when we were together in school. Every time we had been alone over the past few weeks, she had become an untamed, sex-crazed beast. Part of me wanted to see that side or her again, but another part of me was so insecure about my sexual inexperience that I was afraid to. As 1 minute turned into 3, and then into 5 my mind began racing with hundreds of possible scenarios―most of which ended with me being embarrassed and humiliated. When the basement door finally opened again, my heart began beating furiously.
Tammy descended the stairs slowly, carrying her bathroom scale. And instead of wearing her sneakers and sweats, she was barefoot in a red silk robe that hung on her body like a tent. She had dispensed with her ponytail was gone as well, her hair now immaculately coiffed and spilling over her shoulders in shining black waves. And she was fully made up now, with bright red lipstick and thick eyelashes. And she looked gorgeous. “Wow you look totally, uh, totally, uh, really nice,” I said.
“Thank you, Kevin,” she said with a wry smile as she strolled confidently toward me. “I believe that I have settled on the proper combination of hairstyle and makeup for the dance tomorrow, and I thought that said combination would also be appropriate for tonight's festivities.”
“Festivities?” I gulped.
“Yes indeed,” Tammy said as she set the scale on the floor. “There will be festivities.”
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Festivities?!! :hey:
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Nice! Looking forward to seeing everything that is to come, how heavy Tamara now is, and what she means by festivities. Kevin is a very lucky guy. k+!
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Why do I feel like Kevin just walked into a starving lioness' den wearing a steak suit 😂 Amazing stuff as always
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Chapter 21
“My baseline weight was 95 pounds, if you recall,” Tammy said with a knowing smirk as she stepped on the scale. “What does it say now, Kevin?”
I looked down at the scale. “156 pounds!?” I gasped. “You gained 61 pounds in one month?”
Yes indeed,” Tammy said as I stared in disbelief at the scale, her voice growing low and silky. “But our agreement wasn't merely about gaining weight, it was about gaining lean muscle mass, an attribute which you will have to assess visually,” she said as I saw her robe flutter to the ground at her tiny feet. “So tell me Kevin, how lean and muscular do I look?”
My eyes slowly crawled up Tammy's body. Her slim ankles flared suddenly into diamond-shaped calves that jutted from either side of her legs, their sharply beveled undersides visible on the inner sides, contracting as she shifted her weight slowly from one foot to the other. But despite their incredible size―nearly as big as softballs―they had a distinctly feminine curvature as they tapered into her knees, above which hung the teardrop-shaped heads of her vastus muscles, which were so shredded that the skin crimped along the bottom and cleaved deeply as they wrapped around the thick pillar of the femoris muscles that ran through the middle of her sweeping thighs until it gave way on the outer edge to reveal the outer cusp of her round and deeply dimpled glutes. Her inner thighs were even more mesmerizing, with the swell of her adductor muscles contracting with each movement as they moved in harmony with the thick columns of her vastus medialis muscles as they snaked up toward her pelvis, which was almost completely bare save for a tiny sliver of red fabric that covered her vulva―and not much else―as it pulled tight against the fine thread of silver fabric that held it in place, slung low across her shapely hips, showcasing all the rippling muscles of her inner thighs as they converged into the deep groove of the apollo's belt formed by her pelvic muscles. “Oh wow,” I squeaked as my penis started to throb with blood in time with my quickening heartbeat.
“Do you like my new bikini, Kevin?” Tammy asked in a soft, silky voice as she curled her fingers through the silver thread and began tugging so that the outlines of her labia were plainly visible beneath the red fabric that covered them. “I find the tightness of the fabric against my erogenous zones to be... exhilarating.”
“Oh wow,” I croaked as my eyes climbed up Tammy's body to her midsection.
Tammy giggled as she began to gyrate her hips, making the muscles of her shredded 8-pack stretch and contract beneath her paper-thin skin while the obliques that wrapped around her shapely waist followed suit as they gave way to the sprawling lats that loomed behind them and the sculpted array of serratus muscles that crowned them, above which hung her improbably large breasts--the only fat visible on her chiseled body—which were squished into perfectly round orbs by two narrow strips of red fabric that ran horizontally across them, held tight by the same shimmering silver thread that secured the bottom of the microkini. My jaw dropped open, not only at the abundance of Tammy's mouth-watering cleavage, but also the thick striated shelf of pectoral muscle upon which they rode. Tammy's pecs were huge, as big, thick and beefy as slabs of chuck roast as they bulged out from her ribcage completely eclipsing her collarbones, forming a cleft of scalloped muscle over an inch deep where they met at her sternum, and jostling with her front deltoids where they met her shoulders.
Tammy chuckled as I gawked helplessly at her pecs, and casually began to flex them, one at a time, making them churn and bulge as they hopped up and down, while each tiny movement caused striations to erupt on her tannned skin. “I hope you'll pardon my breasts, Kevin,” Tammy cooed. “They don't seem to get any smaller, no matter how lean I get. Although I do quite enjoy the juxtaposition of their soft round shape with the angular bulk of my pectoral muscles. What do you think?”
“Oh wow,” I croaked as my eyes tried to take in the sprawl of Tammy's upper body.
Tammy laughed out loud, and her shoulders bulged out like cannonballs, each head of her deltoids prominently defined and lined with striations as they cleaved into her arms, where they were met by meaty triceps that spread above her elbow like pistachio shells and thick sculpted biceps that bulged with mass even as they hung relaxed at her sides, inserting into forearms the size of grapefruits that rippled with muscle with every twitch of her fingers. “Well Kevin?” she asked. “What do you think? Have I gained a sufficient amount of lean muscle mass to satisfy the terms of our deal?”
“So much muscle,” I stammered. “You're so... it's not... it can't... you're just so muscular.”
“Yes indeed,” Tammy laughed as she stepped off the scale, a wry smirk on her pouty red lips.
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Chapter 22
Tammy stood in front of me, but I could tell that she was looking at her own reflection in the mirror behind me, because the mirrors mounted on the walls of the gym gave a kaleidoscopic view of her gorgeous face and incredible body as she began to gyrate her hips and run her hands up and down her shredded midsection all the way to her inner thighs. “You know Kevin,” she said, “when I first saw those photos on your phone I was revolted by how the women were presented―legs splayed, lips pouting, bodies contorted into preposterously sexual positions. I wondered why any woman would agree to be presented like that it public. But I understand it now. Being muscular makes a woman feel so powerful, so sexy, so... alive! I want the whole world to see my body, Kevin, starting with you.”
Tammy's licked her lips with delight as she slowly raised her arms. She splayed her fingers as she bent her elbows, and the thick cylinders of her biceps slowly crawled up her arms, contracting into towering peaks of muscle so perfectly sculpted that I let out a low trembling moan of desire.
Tammy stared past me, fixated on her reflection, puckered her ruby-red lips and slowly pumped her amazing biceps again. They must have been at least 16 inches around―an incredible amount of mass for a teenaged girl ―and on her small frame they looked even bigger, their peaks rising high enough that she could reach her fingertips down and stroke them gently, which elicited a animalistic growl from deep in her throat. “I absolutely love having big muscles, Kevin,” she purred. “I love how they look, I love how they feel, and I really love to flex them. There's just something about the way they move that looks so primal, so... sensual. Don't you agree, Kevin?”
“Y-yes,” I stammered, my erection straining against my pants, so engorged that it hurt.
Tammy turned her back to me, her legs slightly spread with her hands on her head, and arched her back so that the meaty globes of her buttocks pointed directly at me. Slowly she began to shift her weight from one leg to another, her calves contracting into shredded diamonds of muscle with both heads visible, the muscles of her hamstrings tensing and relaxing like thick steel cables beneath her tanned skin. As Tammy continued to sway back and forth from one leg to another, her glutes shifted from round globes to striated blocks in a breathtaking display of femininity and muscularity, completely bare except for the nearly invisible line of golden thread that traced the upper outline of her buttocks and disappeared between them. “Just look at my ass, Kevin,” she purred. “It's tight, it's thick, it's round and it's very strong. It's perfect, Kevin. My ass is absolutely perfect. Never before in my life would I have imagined saying those words, but they feel so freeing, so... empowering. I have a perfect ass!”
And she did. In all the countless hours I had spent ogling images of muscular women online, none of them had a butt as hot as Tammy Terwilliger's. As she continued to sway from side to side, words began to spill out of my mouth. “You're so hot,” I croaked. “I can't... you're just... you're so hot I can't stand it. You're the sexiest woman I've ever seen.”
Instantly Tammy spun around to face me, a smile spreading across her face and a mischievous twinkle lighting her eyes. “I've been waiting so long to hear you tell me that,” she said.
Then she sat down on my lap, her perfect ass resting on my lap as she clasped her hands on the underside of the chair. Then, with agonizing slowness she hoisted her right leg up onto my shoulder, followed by her left, showing a degree of flexibility that seemed impossible, given her thickly muscled body. Drawing her knees toward her chest, she began to rub her calves against my neck and cheeks. As the jutting angles of her sculpted calves rubbed against my flesh, I was overwhelmed by the silky warmth of her skin, as well as the steely hardness of the muscles beneath it. “Oh my God Tammy―I mean Tamara,” I sputtered. “How did you... Tamara... you're so hot.”
“Kevin?” she asked, pouting coquettishly. “What are you doing with your hands?”
“Uh, nothing?” I said nervously, as my hands remained clamped to the bottom of the chair.
“Well, why aren't you feeling my muscles?” Tammy asked, continuing with her performative coyness. “Don't you like them? Don't you want to rub my calves and run your hands along my thighs?”
There was nothing I wanted more, so with fingers trembling I reached up and began to worshipfully stroke Tammy's musclebound legs. “I-I thought I wasn't supposed to touch you?” I said.
“Why not, Kevin?” she purred. “Are you afraid that I'm going to lose control of my sexual urges, throw you to the ground, hold you down with my big strong muscles, and have my way with you?”
Before I could answer Tammy clamped her legs around my neck and torqued her hips, and we fell onto the padded floor of the basement gym, rolling over one another as she giggled with glee.
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Oh my god. Love it. Knowing Tamara, she's probably researched and learn everything to be a goddess of love making. Awesome writing!!.
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Yeah, Kevin will be left broken, exhausted and mangled!
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Definitely love where this is all going, Kevin may end up exhausted and mangled, but I'm sure the ride is going to be worth every single second of it! Tamara just seems to have such incredible potential to build muscle and strength, in only one month she has gained 61 pounds of pure, ripped, hard muscle. She probably increased her strength 10 times over! What if she decides not to stop? What if Kevin's love for her new build inspires her to go further? I would love that! k+!
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Chapter 23
I found myself splayed out on my back with Tammy on top of me, with her muscular legs grapevined around my own and her hands planed on my shoulders and her breasts looming over me, threatening to spill from her scandalously brief top at any moment. Her eyes were narrowed and twinkling as a sly grin spread across her ruby red lips. “I thought you were supposed to be a wrestler, Kevin Thompson,” she cackled. “But yet here you are, flat on your back, completely at my mercy.”
And I was. My body was so wracked with lust that I was trembling, completely unable to think or speak clearly. “You're so hot,” I gulped. “Muscles... so sexy... so big... so ripped... so hot.”
“Oh I know they are, Kevin,” Tammy said, her low silky voice dripping with sensuality. “And it's all thanks to you. Without your motivation I would have never have built all these big, ripped, sexy muscles. Remind me again what muscle group you find most desirable on a woman.”
“P-pecs,” I stammered as my eyes drifted to the thick shelf of muscle on Tammy's chest.
“How could I forget?” she purred. “My pectorals are my most fully developed muscle group, after all. In fact, I think they rival those of many professional bodybuilders. What do you think?”
And with that, Tammy drew her elbows in and flexed her pecs, making them erupt into thick blocks of striated muscle an inch thick that bulged out so powerfully from her ribcage that they obscured her collarbones, striations spreading from the deep cleft between them, the individual muscle bellies so perfectly pumped and segmented that it looked like she had pumpkins beneath her skin. “Oh... oh my God...” I whimpered
Tammy giggled as she relaxed and flexed her pecs again and agin, the muscles churning beneath her paper thin skin, her breasts jiggling in their flimsy red sheath. “Touch my pectorals, Kevin,” she cooed. “Stroke them, caress them, feel how big and strong they are.”
I was happy to obey. I ran my trembling hands over Tammy's pecs, starting from the rippling insertions into her front delts and moving inward, tracing my fingers across the prominent ridges and deep striations, until finally I reached the center of her chest, and I ran my fingers down the valley of muscular cleavage that separated her incredibly thick and amazingly hard pectorals. “So big... so hard... so hot,” I moaned as pre-cum began to leak from my erection.
“Do you love them, Kevin?” Tammy asked. “Do you love my muscles?”
“Oh God yes,” I gulped. “I love... I love your muscles.”
“Do you want them, Kevin?” Tammy asked. “Do you want my muscles?”
“Oh God yes,” I gulped. “I want... I want your muscles.”
“How much do you love them, Kevin?” Tammy asked. “How much do you want them?”
“More than anything,” I whimpered, my lust pouring out in words. “I love your muscles more than anything else in the world. I want them so badly it hurts. All I want is to touch you muscles.”
“That's exactly what I wanted to hear, Kevin,” Tammy said, her mischievous grin bending into a vicious scowl as she forcefully flexed her pecs, clamping my fingers painfully between them like a vice of sculpted muscular flesh. “Now, after all these years, you finally understand how I felt about you.”
“Oh God, oh no,” I cried as I felt the crushing force of her rock-hard pectorals compressing my fingers, flattening my nails and squeezing the knuckles. “It hurts... your hurting me.”
“Oh I know I am, Kevin,” she said venomously. “It's horrible isn't it, to have something you love more than anything, something you want so badly it hurts, causing you pain. But really, you're getting off lightly, Kevin. This is only a few seconds of physical pain. The emotional pain you've caused my heart every day for the past 5 years is far, far worse than anything I could do to your body.”
“Oh God please,” I cried. “You're breaking my fingers! It hurts so bad!”
But Tammy wasn't listening. “I cried myself to sleep over you, night after night, Kevin Thompson,” she growled through clenched teeth. “I laid my heart bare for you, offered you my love and my life, and you just waved it away without having the consideration or courage to tell me why! And when I finally found out what you wanted in a girl, what you really wanted, and offered to change my body and my entire life to give it to you, you laughed at me!”
“I'm sorry!” I cried. “I didn't know! Please, Tammy, you're going to break my hands.”
“Call me Tamara,” she scoffed derisively as she relaxed her pectorals, allowing my fingers a respite from the torture that she had inflicted. But then she flexed her legs.
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Chapter 24
After having just ogled eery inch of Tammy's glutes and legs, there was no doubt that they were thicker than mine, and much stronger. That fact became painfully real as she stretched her legs, intensifying her grapevine. It felt like my legs were getting pulled apart like a turkey wishbone, and the pain in my inner thighs and pelvis were almost unbearable. “Please stop! I'm sorry! You win!” I cried.
Tammy cackled again as she relaxed her grapevine, unwound our legs and rose to her feet. “Of course I win, Kevin,” she crowed, looking in a nearby mirror as she tossed her hair and adjusted her microkini. “As soon as I made up my mind―with a little motivation from you, of course―my victory was inevitable. I've always been too good for you, Kevin, I just didn't know it because I was trapped in a cocoon of insecurity and poor fashion choices. But just look at me now. Look at all this rock-hard, sculpted, sexy muscle. I'm a goddess, Kevin. Don't you agree?”
I couldn't have disagreed if I wanted to. Tammy was so beautiful, so smart, so strong, so muscular―she was perfect. “Yes,” I whimpered. “You're a goddess.”
“Then why aren't you worshiping me, Kevin?” she snapped. “Given that I am a goddess, I would expect you to be groveling at my feet and begging me to forgive you and show mercy.”
To punctuate her demand, Tammy placed her arms behind her head and struck an abdominal-and-thigh pose, thrusting her sculpted leg out toward me and pointing her tiny foot as her amazing physique hardened into blocks of rippling muscle. My eyes were still bleary with tears of pain, and it was almost impossible to move with my fingers and groin crying out in agony, but the cold anger in Tammy's eyes and the rippling hardness of her physique made her seriousness unmistakable. Rolling onto my knees, I crawled toward her and gently kissed her outstretched foot. “Please,” I bleated. “Please Tamara―goddess Tamara―please forgive me. Please show me mercy.”
Tammy laughed deeply and low as she knelt down, placed her finger under my chin, and guided me up to my feet. “No,” she said coldly.
I felt Tammy's arms encircle me, as hard and tight as if I were wrapped in steel chains, as she pinned my arms to my sides and squeezed me in a bear hug. I felt my feet lift off the ground as Tammy slowly began to squeeze me more tightly. “No, Kevin, I don't think I'll be showing you any mercy any time soon,” she said icily. “I am a vengeful goddess, and I'm going to make you suffer for the rest of your life, starting tonight. Do you want to know how I plan to do that, Kevin?”
Tammy's muscle-packed arms swelled with power as she tightened her bear hug. My triceps and shoulders screamed in pain as my arms folded behind my back, and my spine and ribs began to groan as Tammy began to crush me against her rock-hard torso. “Oh God, please no!” I begged.
“There's no god down here, Kevin,” Tammy hissed as she released me and let my body drop to the padded floor of the gym, “only a goddess, a goddess full of wrath―but also full of lust. I need sexual gratification, Kevin, and unfortunately I still find you very, very desirable. Unfortunately for you, that is, because I'm going to fuck you so hard, so passionately, so thoroughly that no other sexual experience in your life will compare. Every time your dick gets hard from now through the end of your pathetic little life, you'll think of me, and you'll think of everything that we could have had together. And then tomorrow, I'm going to go to the Homecoming Dance alone in the sexiest, sluttiest dress that you can imagine, and I'm going to fuck every guy that so much as looks at me. I'm going to find your horrible little friends Dave and Jamal and I'm going to fuck their brains out right on the dance floor in front of the whole school. And that's just the beginning. Because I'm only going to get bigger and stronger and sexier and hornier. By the time the school year is out, every guy in Flexington High is going to get to fuck me, Kevin. And every day until graduation, you'll get to hear one guy after another talking about how they fucked your dream girl―your goddess. I might even fuck your dad. I might even fuck your mom, Kevin. And any time I feel like it, I'm going to tease you, and humiliate you, and beat the shit out of you. And there's nothing you can do to stop me!”
Tammy tore her microkini from her tanned, musclebound body and licked her lips as she descended upon me like a predatory animal and began tearing my clothes to shreds, her nipples hard as diamonds as she dragged them across my naked flesh. “I'm sorry,” I whimpered. “I'm sorry. I just... I don't even care about fucking or whatever, I just... I miss you.”
Tammy froze, one hand on my crotch and one at my neck. “What did you say?” she asked.
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The plot - among other things - thickens.
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Wow .... I mean ... just Wow!
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Yeah, a real turn around at the end there, ramping up the tension, her seemingly going more and more crazy intense, and then him bringing her out of it, telling her that he misses her. That he finally realizes that he valued their friendship all along. That was a good stopping point, k+!
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Chapter 25
My feelings were pouring out now. “You're right. You're so right. I could've had everything,” I sobbed, “Sex, muscles, friendship, love―everything I ever wanted. But I was too scared to say anything. I should have told you how I felt. I should have been strong enough to be honest about my feelings, but I was weak and I was stupid and I'm sorry, and I'm going to regret it for the rest of my life, because I loved you, too. I just didn't know. I didn't know anything about love or sex or anything.”
Tammy's lips twitched, and her nostrils flared. “Don't you dare talk to me about love, Kevin Thompson,” she barked, digging her hands into my traps, her thumbs on my throat. “Don't you dare! If you say that word again I will kill you right here and now―I swear to God I will!”
“Maybe you should kill me,” I sobbed. “It's probably what I deserve. I had my dream girl in front of me the whole time, and I took her for granted. I took you for granted, and I was mean and stupid and scared, and by the time I figured out how much you meant to me, it was too late. Now you're all I can think about, and it doesn't even matter, because you're... perfect... and you can have any guy you want, and my love doesn't mean anything. But I do love you!”
Despite the jagged sobbing of my breath and the throbbing pain in my body, it felt so good to say what I had inside. I felt at ease for the first time in weeks. As I wiped the tears from my eyes, I looked up at Tammy. Her lips were quivering as teardrops rolled down her cheeks. “Oh Kevin,” she said gently. “Your love means everything to me. It's all I ever wanted.”
Tammy's body slackened as she collapsed onto me. “I love you Tammy,” I whispered.
“I love you too, Kevin,” she whispered through her sobs. “I've always loved you. All I ever wanted was to make you happy, but I couldn't, and that hurt me so much. I wanted so badly for you to love me, but you wouldn't let me love you, and that made me so angry."
“I'm sorry,” I whispered, wiping my tears away with my aching fingers. “I never meant to hurt you. I was just stupid. I've never had a girlfriend. I didn't know. I didn't even think about... anything.”
Tears were streaming down Tammy's face now, her mascara running in black rivulets as she continued to pour her heart out.” I hated you for not desiring me, Kevin,” she sobbed, “but I hated myself even more for not being desirable. It was like I had this fire inside me, burning me alive, and the only way to quench it was to turn myself into the kind of girl that would break your heart forever. But I couldn't stop loving you, even though I hated you. Why is this so complicated? I'm a literal genius and I just don't understand any of this, and I'm acting certifiably insane. What's wrong with me, Kevin?”
“Nothing's wrong with you,” I said as I touched her cheek and wiped away a single tear. “I think love just makes people crazy. You made me crazy, too. I can't focus on school or wrestling or even video games, because for the past month you've been all I can think about. You make me feel nervous and excited and horny and so many other things. And I never knew that's what love was supposed to be like because I've never been in love before.”
Tammy raised her head from my chest, her eyes soft with tear as she stroked my face gently, then gave me a gentle kiss on my cheek that thrilled me more deeply than all of her previous erotic posturing. Instantly my erection returned, bigger and harder than ever before, brushing against her musclebound thigh as it swelled. Tammy's eyes widened and a startled laugh broke through her quivering lips. “Oh wow,” she said. “I guess I really do make you horny.”
“Yeah,” I said nervously. “I guess, uh, I mean you definitely do.”
Tammy rose up onto her knees, smiling, as she straddled my body. “That's good, because you make me really horny,” she said. “You have no idea how many times I've pleasured myself thinking about what it would feel like to have your lips kiss me, to have your hands all over my body and to have your cock inside of me. I have been waiting so long for this moment, Kevin Thompson.”
“I, uh, I don't have a condom,” I said. “I mean, there's one in my pants, but you ripped-”
“No Kevin,” Tammy whispered. “No condom. I want to feel you. I want you to feel me.”
Smiling, Tammy rocked backward and slowly slid my erection inside her, biting her lip and purring with satisfaction as she enveloped me. Her vagina was perfect, too. It was snug, warm and wet, and even though I had never penetrated a girl before it felt like the most natural thing in the world.
Soon Tammy had fully engulfed me, and I felt the flesh of her groin press against my own. She looked at me and smiled. “You know, since I was already planning to fuck your brains out anyway...” she said with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
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Chapter 26
Biting her lips, Tammy began to undulate and gyrate, twisting around my engorged member in ways that I hadn't even seen on porn sites. Her muscles rippled and flexed hypnotically, like an erotic symphony as she moved up and down and around and around, a tiny moan of pleasure escaping from her lips with each swivel of her hips or pivot of her pelvis.
I had just ejaculated, so I wasn't even close to orgasming again, but feel of Tammy's sex against mine, and the sight of her tanned muscular body writhing above me kept me rock hard as she moved faster and faster, her eyes closed and her pouty lips trembling. She reached down for me, and I reached up for her, and we locked our fingers together as she pumped and pumped, harder and harder, moaning louder and louder as she did.
Finally, I felt an orgasm surging in my loins. At the same time, Tammy's gyrations slowed to a halt and her body tensed from head to toe. We trembled together as we orgasmed, and It felt so good.
Tammy slumped over, exhaling forcefully, and collapsed onto me. Her thick muscular body spread across my own, blanketing me in with her warm sweat-slick physique as she nuzzled her head against my neck. I wrapped an arm around her thick, sprawling back, and smiled. I had never felt so peaceful, so aware, and so in the moment. I had just lost my virginity to the hottest girl that I had ever laid eyes on. And somehow, it was Tammy Terwilliger. I couldn't help but laugh.
Tammy looked up at me and smiled. “Why are you laughing?” she asked.
“It's too good to be true,” I said.
“Yes indeed,” Tammy giggled as she lay her head back down. “All evidence indicates that a sexual encounter between two virgins should be brief and clumsy, but that was amazing.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “I mean, uh, how did you learn to do all that... moving?”
Tammy laughed as she sat up, straddled me and began stroking my chest. “I've been practicing every night for the past 1,922 days, visualizing this moment and waiting for it to arrive.”
I put my hands around Tammy's muscle-bulging forearms―or at least as far around them as I could reach. “What do you mean?” I asked. “Practicing, uh, sex?”
“Kevin, do you remember in Grade 7, when you got that limited edition controller modeled after the ship from Matcha Mochi Star Force? Do you remember how I tried to take it away from you, and we wrestled over it until your mom knocked on your door and told us to stop?”
“You really wanted that controller!” I laughed as I thought back. “You went crazy for it.”
“It wasn't the controller I went crazy for, Kevin,” Tammy said. “I never even liked Matcha Mochi Star Force. I just wanted to touch you, and to have you touch me. I was right in the middle of puberty, and I was overflowing with hormones, and no matter how much I tried to deny my urges or to sublimate them with schoolwork and hobbies, they were always there, throbbing inside me. When I saw the opportunity to roll around with you, no matter how flimsy the pretense, I just had to take it. And I couldn't stop. When I left your house that afternoon my panties were soaked. And every night from then on I fantasized about us, together, our naked bodies entwined, our lips exploring each other's bodies. I went through every scenario in my mind, imagining what I would say, what I would do, how it would feel. But this was better than I ever imagined, Kevin. It's like a dream come true.”
“Whoa,” I gulped. “I never knew that you, uh, I mean, I never knew that girls, uh...”
“You didn't know that girls get horny?” Tammy giggled.
“I guess not,” I said, my face reddening.
“Well we do, Kevin,” she said breathily, her lips puckering as she leaned in close. “We get really horny. I get really, really horny. And now that I've tasted the fruit of carnal pleasure, I don't think I'm ever going to stop being horny. Do you think you can handle that?”
“Oh God I hope so,” I sighed. “I know we just finished, but I just... I want to...”
“What exactly do you want to do, Kevin?” she asked with a giggle.
“I want, uh, can I touch your muscles?” I asked sheepishly.
“Ooh yes,” Tammy purred as she placed her arms behind her head and flexed her immaculately sculpted abs. “Please touch my muscles, Kevin. Touch my body. Touch me all over.”
My hands were trembling with lust as I reached up for her body. “I love you Tamara,” I said.
“You can call me Tammy,” she replied, smiling warmly.
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Awesome 👍, Thanks, this story is so hot 🔥🔥🔥!! Gets better with each new post!
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Chapter 27
I ran my hands up and down Tammy's body, my fingers tracing the deep ridges of her muscle-cobbled abdomen, savoring their steely hardness as they moved beneath her soft, golden-brown skin, as she moaned with satisfaction. “Tell me how sexy my muscles are,” she whispered as she lowered her arms and flared her expansive lats. “Tell me how much you love them.”
I wrapped my hands around Tammy's lats, marveling at their thickness and the way her chiseled ribs and serratus muscles stood out in stark relief. “Your muscles are perfect,” I said, and I meant it. “They're so big, so cut. They're so sexy I can't stand it. Your muscles drive me crazy.”
Tammy curled her arms into a jaw-dropping double biceps pose and licked her lips. “You drive me crazy, too,” she whispered. “I love when you touch my body.”
I placed my hands on Tammy's arms, and my loins began throbbing as she slowly pumped them again and again, her biceps rising into rock-hard peaks beneath my fingers as I tried in vain to encompass their bulging mass. “I love touching you,” I moaned. “Your muscles feel so strong and sexy. I want to spend my whole life touching them, and worshiping you.”
“Ooh I like the sound of that,” Tammy giggled as she placed her hands on my chest, leaned down, and flexed her amazing pectorals. “But don't you want to kiss my muscles, too?”
“Oh God yes,” I sighed as I pressed them against the thick striated slabs of Tammy's pecs, tracing my tongue along the ridges and licking the muscular cleavage that separated them as she cooed with delight.
“What about my breasts, Kevin?” she asked breathily. “My nipples are very sensitive, and I would greatly appreciate if you would lick them. Would you be so kind as to oblige?”
“Oh God yes,” I sighed as I moved my mouth to Tammy's left breast, and placed my lips on her engorged nipple, which was as big and hard as a marble as I began to work my tongue around it.
Tammy inhaled sharply. “Suck it, Kevin,” she whispered. “Suck on my titties. Kiss them. Squeeze them. Tell me how hot they are.”
“Your tits are so hot,” I mumbled, my voice muffled by the soft flesh of her breasts.
Within seconds my cock was standing at attention once again. It was sore and aching from overuse, but Tammy made me so horny I couldn't help but be erect. The soft jiggle of her breasts as they rubbed against my face, the steely hardness of her muscles as I groped her body, the breathy whispers of sexual desires... it was too much to resist. Soon she had engulfed me again, sliding up and down on my enflamed dick, twisting and gyrating as I lay beneath her, paralyzed with pain and pleasure. When she finally climaxed again and slipped away from me, collapsing on the floor beside me, I whimpered in relief.
“Oh Kevin,” she panted as she draped a brawny arm across my chest and began peppering my shoulder and neck with tiny kisses. “That was wonderful. The way you feel inside me just makes me feel... transcendent. Let's try a different position now. You can be on top this time.”
“No more,” I gulped. “Please... I-I can't take anymore.”
“What's wrong, Kevin?” Tammy giggled. “I thought you wanted a sexually aggressive muscle girl with big tits. I hope you're not getting second thoughts.”
“No,” I gulped. “No... I just... I just need to rest. My dick is exhausted.”
Tammy's eyes twinkled mischievously as she rose up and flung her leg over me, sitting squarely on my chest as she began to twist her nipples vigorously. “Well I certainly hope that your tongue is well-rested,” she purred. “Because my pussy is wide awake.”
Before I could react my face was pressed into Tammy's vulva, and I was licking vigorously at her labia and clitoris, overwhelmed by the smell of her sex, my hands savoring the curves of her bulging glutes and muscle-packed thighs as she moaned my name over and over, our sweat-slick bodies breathing in unison until she cried out in orgasm yet again and collapsed to the floor.
When I finally got home that night I was exhausted and sore, but trembling with excitement. My penis was so sore I had to walk bow-legged, but I was smiling through my pain as I collapsed into bed, and instantly fell asleep.
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Chapter 28
I didn't wake up until noon on Saturday when I heard my mom knocking on my door. “Wake up sleepyhead!” she sang. We have to be at the park at 4 to meet Tammy's family for pictures!”
I stirred in bed, a lingering soreness in my groin a reminder of the previous night's festivities. I groggily checked my phone and saw 7 unread messages from Tammy. 'Good morning lover' read the first, followed immediately by a detailed itinerary of our evening, starting with photos in the park and ending with a night in a hotel where all the cool kids were having an afterparty. 15 minutes later Tammy sent a text reading 'My parents are at the store. Want to come over?' A few minutes later was the message 'I want you inside me', followed shortly by 'Pretty please?' and finally 'A little something to get you in the mood...' accompanied by a video of Tammy doing bicep curls with a pair of 50 pound dumbbells clad in a sportsbra and bikini bottoms, dripping with sweat and puckering sensually. I got hard instantly as I stared at the hypnotic pumping of her thick peaked biceps, and when she looked at the camera and winked at the end of the video I nearly came in my sheets.
I quickly sent a text in response. 'Sorry. Overslept. Quite a workout last night. See you soon'.
Before I could set my phone down Tammy responded. 'Come over?' she asked.
I took a deep breath. I had a hot muscular girlfriend who craved sex, just like I had always dreamed about. And now I had to live with it. 'Can't' I replied quickly. 'See you at the park'.
'You're driving me crazy' Tammy wrote back.
My groin was still a little sore as I shuffled into the bathroom to brush my teeth before heading downstairs to eat. I was so hungry that I ate breakfast and lunch all at once as mom bounced around the kitchen and peppered me with questions about what Tammy and I had planned for prom. I recited the items from Tammy's itinerary as mom giggled excitedly. But when she mentioned the rapidly approaching prom pictures, my blood ran cold. Last night Tammy had promised that her prom dress was the sexiest dress I could imagine, and I blanched at how my parents would react, let alone how her her parents would react―her dad would probably pound me into a puddle right there.
I thought about texting Tammy and asking about her dress, but I was afraid to open up any further conversations with her, lest she bombard me with more sexual advances. So instead I waited until it was time to go to the park. I breathed a sigh of relief as we stepped out of the car and I saw Tammy clad in a drab loose-fitting dress that covered her entire body from the modest neckline to the hem that brushed against her ankles to the voluminous sleeves that hid her musclebound arms. In fact the only remarkable part of Tammy's outfit were the ruby red heels and red-painted toenails, just barely visible beneath the hemline, their vibrant color clashing with the austere shades of her dress.
Our parents took about a million pictures, then hugged us goodbye as we turned to head back to my car. “You know,” I said to Tammy, “after what you said last night, I thought that your dress was going to be really skimpy. Thank goodness-”
Before I could finish speaking, Tammy grabbed her drab frumpy dress and pulled it over her head and threw it to the ground disdainfully. “Thank goodness for what?” she asked.
I was too shocked to answer. Beneath the frumpy dress that she wore for the prom photos, Tammy was wearing a dress so scandalously revealing that the word 'skimpy' didn't do it justice. It was little more than three red leather straps―a 1-inch thick strap around her neck, a 3-inch thick strap around her breasts and a 5-inch thick strap around her pubis. The only other fabric in the dress was a sparse network of thin red leather laces that crisscrossed her body as they ran from one strap to another, threaded through silver eyelets in the straps that encircled her neck, chest, and hips. “Oh my God,” I gulped. “Tammy, you look... you look so... Oh my God!”
Tammy smiled as she quickly put her hair up into a pile of shining black curls, her biceps popping and flexing as she did, then went immediately into her purse for makeup. “I will interpret your stammering and gawking to mean that you like my dress,” she smirked.
That was the understatement of the year. The scant collection of red leather straps and laces did more to accentuate Tammy's sexuality than to conceal it, creating a mouthwatering display of cleavage, underboob and thighs, while also showcasing the apollo's belt that plunged toward her sex.
“You haven't even seen the best part yet,” Tammy giggled with a mischievous glint in her eye.
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This quickly became one of my favorites. Super hot. So glad Tammy and Kevin made up!
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fully agreed. made an account just to say that I really enjoy this story!
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Definitely one of my favorite stories! I hope to read a lot more about Tammy!
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Chapter 29
Tammy puckered her lips to spread her freshly applied lipstick, then threw me a sultry glance as she slowly turned around. To my shock, the red leather straps around Tammy's neck, chest, and hips didn't completely encircle her body. Instead they stopped halfway around, held tightly in place by the sparse web of red leather laces, which were the only things covering the back half of her body. From behind, she was effectively naked except for those few thin strands of thin red leather, since it was plain to see that she wasn't wearing underwear, giving me an unobstructed view of her impeccably sculpted flesh.
Her back was so densely packed with muscles that it looked like it was made of challah bread, with thick meaty lats that tapered dramatically into her narrow shapely waist, which in turn ballooned into a pair of round meaty buttocks as big as volleyballs that sat atop muscle-lined hamstrings that would be the envy of a professional bodybuilders twice her age, and calves as big as softballs that tapered into her feminine ankles. “Oh my God,” I gulped.
Tammy laughed a she wiggled her shoulders and hips, making her shredded body ripple from head to toe. Her rear delts, rhomboids, traps, teres and lats bulged and jostled against one another like a symphony of muscle. Her glutes hardened into blocks of striated muscle the size of cinder blocks, then relaxed back into perfect dimpled orbs as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other, which also made her calves dance beneath the shining golden brown skin of her legs as the teardrop shaped heads contracted and relaxed, so thick and defined that they cast slivers of shadow above her shapely ankles.
Finally, Tammy splayed her legs, thrust her hips backward and slowly leaned over, presenting her freshly waxed crotch which was plainly visible through the sparse network of red leather straps that crisscrossed her buttocks. “Uh Tammy,” I gulped, “I can see your... uh...”
“My pussy?” she giggled as she stroked her thighs invitingly. “The ultimate symbol of my femininity and my sexuality? I know you can see it. I want you to see it. Isn't it beautiful?”
“Oh yeah,” I gulped, “it's just that... you know... the school dress code...”
Tammy laughed and spun around, her improbably large breasts bouncing and wobbling freely beneath the thin leather strap that encircled them. “The dress code only applies to events held on school grounds,” she purred as she slinked toward me and draped her arms over my shoulders. “I've done extensive research into both the state education laws and the relevant municipal statutes. There are lots of loopholes around public nudity. Just think about it Kevin. Everyone is going to see my hot tits, my perfect ass and my tight juicy pussy--and they'll know without a doubt that I'm a sexual being. Oh it's all so exciting!”
Squealing with delight Tammy leapt into the air, wrapped her legs around my waist and leaned back with arms held high, forcing me to brace myself to avoid falling over. “Uh... Tammy...” I sputtered.
“Look at me!” she cried exultantly. “I'm a sexual being, men find me desirable, I have a perfect ass and I fuck like crazy!”
People all over the park started to stare at us as I tried to waddle toward some tall bushes to get a little privacy as I tried to talk Tammy down from her lust-crazed mania. “Tammy, I think-” I began.
Tammy silenced me by leaning forward and planting a long passionate kiss on my lips as she wrapped her arms around me and began to knead my shoulders with her hands. “Let's fuck,” she said finally as she pulled her face away from mine, put her feet back on the ground.
“Don't you think we should find a bed or something?” I asked sheepishly as she began unbuttoning my shirt.
“I need it, Kevin,” she panted, her breathing heavy and her rock-hard nipples digging into my chest. “I need it now!”
“Tammy, uh-”
And by 'it', I mean your dick,” she whispered as she began planting little kisses on my chest.
There was nothing I could do to stop her. Even I could muster the will to resist my own throbbing lust, Tammy's superior strength was evident in every movement of her body as she pressed against me, bent me back and forth like a daisy stem, and held me so tight I could barely breathe.
“Tammy our limo is here,” I gulped.
“Ooh, let's fuck in there instead!” Tammy sang.
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Terrific story! :bravo:
Either she gets reasonable again, or their future as a couple might be shortlived…imagine Tammy getting even bigger and stronger and Kevin reduced to being her toy, but who knows(except grbaclig)
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Ridiculously good. Cannot wait for more!
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Hope you can finalize the story soon!
One of the best! :bravo:
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Chapter 30
I barely had time to identify myself to the driver when Tammy pulled me into the back seat of the limo. I was on my back with her lips pressed against mine as she tore at my pants like a sex-crazed beast as she pulled the door closed with her foot. “Hold on,” I gulped. “Give me a second to-”
“No,” she growled. “I need your dick Kevin. I need it inside me. I need it now!”
I whimpered in pain as Tammy tossed my body from side to side like a rag doll, even as the sight of her shredded muscles straining above me filled me with carnal pleasure. A few seconds later I was fully erect and inside Tammy as she rocked energetically back and forth on my groin, her lips pouty and twitching as she looked skyward, letting out little moans of pleasure as the limo rumbled gently beneath us. I let out little moans of pleasure as well, enraptured by the sight of her musclebound torso writing above me, her thick triceps bulging beneath striated deltoids as she gripped my traps and pinned my shoulders to the floor of the limousine. As the limousine went over a bump, Tammy squealed with joy and her breasts sprung free of the red leather strap that concealed them, bouncing heavily as she continued to knead my cock with her gyrating hips and undulating pussy muscles. “Oh Kevin it feels so good!” she cackled. “I want to fuck forever!”
Unfortunately the ecstasy caused by the sensual caress of her vaginal walls was drowned out by the agony caused by her relentless grinding against my bruised pelvis and the vice-like grip of her hands tightening against my shoulders as she approached orgasm. Unfortunately for me, that is, because although Tammy was howling with joy at my prolonged erection, I wanted nothing more than to ejaculate and rest my aching body―a wish that my exhausted loins were unable to grant.
The limousine went over another bump, a big one this time, and as Tammy tumbled over onto her back I breathed a sigh of relief. But that relief was short-lived as I felt her powerful legs tighten around my waist and pull me on top of her, her vulva instantly enveloping my swollen member like a voracious predator swallowing its helpless prey. I braced against Tammy by placing my hands on the thick slabs of her pectoral muscles, and found my fingers probing the sculpted segments of muscle with a combination of desire and awe as her lust-hardened nipples rubbed against my wrists Over and over Tammy pumped her hips and forced our pelvises together, her rock-hard muscles pounding against my body like a piledriver as she she cooed with pleasure. “Ooh Kevin, you've never been on top before,” she purred. “Your dick fills me up so... so completely this way. I like this!”
I liked it too, and I could feel an orgasm surging within me. “Tammy,” I panted. “I'm going to...”
“Yes Kevin!” she cried as she grabbed fistfuls of my hair and pulled me close. “Cum all over me! Drench me with your love! I want to bathe in it!”
“I-I can't,” I stammered. “Your legs are too tight, and I'm going to-”
And then I erupted inside her, my body going slack as the force of my orgasm left my groin and flowed into hers, causing her to gasp in ecstasy as she climaxed beneath me. A second later we were lying beside each other on the floor of the limo, panting and giggling. “Oh Kevin,” Tammy cooed as she traced her fingers over my chest. “That was wonderful. I really needed that.”
“Yeah,” I sighed. “That was... amazing. I just hope my legs aren't too sore to dance.”
“I told you how horny I can get, didn't I?” she giggled. “Didn't you believe me?”
“Of course,” I said quickly. “I just didn't understand... you know... exactly how horny you could get.”
Tammy smiled as she pulled me tight, her superior strength unmistakable as she pulled me tight. “Well I'm not going to stop getting horny any time soon, not with you in that cute little suit of yours,” Tammy giggled. “So you better get used to it.”
“I guess I don't really have a choice, huh?” I chuckled nervously.
“No you do not,” Tammy smiled as she slowly flexed her bicep in my face, smiling with pride at its sculpted peak. “After all these years, I finally have you right where I always wanted you.”
“Where's that?” I chuckled nervously.
“Inside me,” Tammy whispered as she pulled away and began straightening her hair.
A few minutes later, our limo was pulling up at the prom, and as Tammy carefully adjusted the leather straps that just barely concealed her womanhood, I moved slowly toward the door, careful of the bruises that Tammy's unrestrained passion had left on my thighs and pelvis.
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Chapter 31
This year's prom was being held at the ballroom of a fancy hotel, and the sun was just starting to set as Tammy and I got out of the limo. Instantly heads turned. Everyone was staring wide-eyed at Tammy's dress, and she couldn't have been happier. Her smile beamed brightly as she strode confidently forward, her firm breasts bobbing and her muscular legs pumping with every step.
Every girl that we passed gushed compliments about Tammy's muscular body and her daring ensemble, and every guy that we passed gawked silently as if cowed by her audacious display of female sexuality. Then the crowd parted before us, and Megan Masters glided forward wearing a simple green slip dress that both radiated elegance and oozed sexuality. She embraced Tammy like an old friend, and placed a hand gently on Tammy's bulging tricep. “Tamara, you look amazing,” she said. “You're powerful, you're gorgeous, you're confident in your sexuality, and you're absolutely owning that dress.”
“Thanks Megan,” Tammy said, blushing as she brushed a lock of hair from her face. “You look... perfect, as always. Which of your suitors did you finally select as your date for the dance?”
“I decided to come alone,” Megan said. “The performative mating rituals underlying school dances create a toxic environment that diminishes our most vulnerable peers during the most significant period of their social development, and as the Senior Class President it's incumbent upon me to take a stand. So I'm making myself available to any FHS student who needs dance partner.”
“That's very noble, Megan,” Tammy said seriously. “As someone who's so often been on the losing side of said performative mating rituals, I can assure you that your gesture will be appreciated.”
That was an understatement. I knew what it felt like to be a guy with no date to a school dance, and the prospect of getting to dance with the most beautiful girl in the school—heck, the most beautiful girl in the world—would have meant the world to me. I would have told Megan so myself, but by the time I summoned up the guts to speak to her we were halfway into the foyer of the ballroom.
“Kevin did you hear that?” Tammy asked excitedly. “Megan Masters said that I was owning my dress. Megan Masters! After all these years I finally feel accepted, and it's all because I have muscles--and that's all thanks to you.”
Then, as we reached the center of the ballroom, a silence fell over the foyer as every single pair of eyes fell upon Tammy's scandalously bare backside. She was the center of attention, and as soon as she realized it, her smiled widened even more, and she squeezed my hand tightly. Tammy's confidence was contagious, and I was starting smile as well. Then things took turn when we bumped into Dave and Jamal, who were with two plain-looking girls I had never seen before, who they must have managed to score as dates at the last minute. “Tamara is that you?” Dave asked, wrinkling his nose at Tammy. “Do you have muscles now? Gross! You look like a dude! Man, I can't believe I used to think you were hot.”
Tammy winced at Dave's comment, and I felt a sudden rush of anger. But before I could respond, Jamal jumped in. “Yeah,” he sneered. “Kevin you're not seriously attracted to her are you?”
I don't remember what I thought or what I felt, but all of a sudden I was up in Jamal's face. “Yeah I am, asshole,” I said. “Because she's beautiful and smart and funny, and I think her muscles are sexy as hell. In fact I think she has the hottest body in FHS, and in the whole world for that matter, and judging by the way everyone else was looking at her a lot of other people feel that way, too!”
“Whoa dude, chill out,” Dave said. “Bros before hos, like we always said, remember.”
But I was in no mood to chill out. “Actually no, I don't remember saying that,” I snapped. “But I do remember being able to kick both of your asses all over the wrestling mat for the past three years, so maybe you should apologize to my girlfriend before I really lose my temper!”
“Dang dude, okay, I apologize,” Jamal said, raising his hands apologetically.
“Yeah jeez, I'm sorry,” Dave said.
“That's more like it,” I said as I took Tammy by the arm and headed toward the ballroom.
“My hero,” Tammy giggled as she pulled me close and lay her head on my shoulder.
Now that my temper had cooled off a bit, I felt a little self-conscious about my outburst. “Sorry about, uh, all that,” I stammered. “I know you don't need me to protect you. I just got so mad...”
Tammy stood in front of me, looking sad and happy all at once as she grabbed me by the lapels. “Just because I don't need you to protect me doesn't mean I don't want you to,” she said.
Then she pulled me toward her with enough force to make my knees buckle, and kissed me so passionately I thought she was going to break my jaw with her lips.
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Chapter 32
I was feeling pretty good about myself as a boyfriend, but my as a familiar voice called out from behind us. “Oh my God Becky, look at her butt. It is so big.”
It was Lizzie Munsch, the school bully, who had picked on Tammy since we were in grade school. She was slinking toward us in a red bodycon dress that was so sheer and flimsy it was nearly transparent, providing a clear view of her nipples, her labia, and the smartly trimmed patch of pubic hair between her legs. Lizzie's big round breasts wobbled freely beneath the translucent fabric as she circled Tammy, looking her over, as she pulled a pretty blonde girl in a blue minidress behind her.
I broke out in a cold sweat as a predatory smile spread across Lizzie's lips. “Holy shit Terwilliger,” she said with a laugh. “I thought I was going to have the sluttiest dress at prom, but just look at all that skin. And not a single tan line to be seen. Very impressive. Don't you think so, babe?”
“Totally,” the blonde girl said. “And those muscles are super hot.”
“They really are,” Lizzie agreed, licking her lips. “Those shoulders, those abs, those thighs... Terwilliger, I can't believe I'm saying this, but you're the hottest piece of ass at this whole stupid party.”
Tammy blushed, showing a mixture of pride, confusion, and suspicion at the praise being heaped on her by a girl who spent years tormenting her. “Thanks Lizzie,” she said. “You look... um...”
“I look like a hot slut, which is what I am,” Lizzie smirked as she pulled the blonde beauty to her side. “And speaking of sluts, this is my new fuck buddy Becky. Say hi, Becky.”
“Hey,” Becky said, waving to Tammy and I, as we waved awkwardly in response.
Lizzie pressed herself against Tammy and began tracing her index finger along Tammy's chiseled pectoral shelf. “I hope I'm not being too forward,” she said with a wry smile, “but seeing you in this dress is making my pussy gush like a waterfall, and I want to rub my clit against your muscles until I cum all over you, then make Becky lick it off while I play with your titties. Doesn't that sound hot, babe?”
“Oh totally,” Becky giggled as she ogled Tammy's muscular contours.
“So how about it Terwilliger?” Lizzie asked, her eyes glinting with mischief. “A little girl-girl-girl playtime after the dance? Kevin can jerk off in the corner or whatever, just so he doesn't feel left out.”
My eyes were as wide as saucers. Lizzie Munsch had a reputation for being sexually aggressive, but what she just said would make a porn star blush, and made me balk. Tammy had a very different reaction. “A meange a trois? ” she asked, blushing as a nervous smile crept across her face. “I'm quite flattered for the invitation. You're obviously both very beautiful, and truthfully I have recently grown curious about the particulars of lesbian lovemaking...”
“The particulars are that it's particularly hot,” Lizzie smirked, thrusting her chest out so that her firm round DDD breasts were perfectly outlined beneath the translucent red fabric, her nipples poking out like marbles. “Just look at these nips, Terwilliger. They're as hard as diamonds, thanks to you and this slutty little outfit of yours. And they would fit perfectly between your lips, don't you think?”
“They certainly do look... quite tumescent.” Tammy said, giggling nervously.
I didn't know how to feel. I was teetering on the brink of a sexual encounter that I was hotter than anything I could have imagined, but for some reason it didn't feel right. Lizzie Munsch was one of the hottest girls in school, but she was also a sociopath with a mean streak, and she had bullied Tammy and I for years. It was hard to believe that her invitation was anything other than sinister. Looking at Tammy I could tell that she had her suspicions as well, which must have been why Lizzie decided to up the stakes. “Did I mention that Becky has a gorgeous ass?” Lizzie asked before turning to her date. “Babe, show Terwilliger that juicy little ass of yours.”
Without a word Becky spun around and hiked up her dress to reveal a tight round butt that was nothing short of spectacular. What's more she wasn't wearing any underwear, allowing us a glimpse of her freshly waves vulva as she bent over and thrust her hips backward. “Oh my,” Tammy gulped. “It certainly is... quite firm.”
“Your god damned right it is,” Lizzie chuckled as she smacked the creamy white flesh of her girlfriend's right buttock, making it jiggle hypnotically. “And you can do whatever you want to it. Right babe?”
“Totally,” Becky said. “I'm a total slut now. You can use me however you want.”
That comment was all I needed to hear. This situation was bad, no matter how hot it was, so I grabbed Tammy by the arm and stepped between her and Lizzie. “Sorry Lizzie,” I said, summoning up all my courage. “That sounds super hot and all, but tonight is really special for me and Tammy.”
As I walked away I could feel Lizzie's eyes burning into my back. “Where the fuck do you think you're going?” she barked. “Terwilliger, march that hot little ass of yours back here right fucking now, or else!”
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Three new installments in a row!! It is Christmas!!
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Had to create an account to comment on this fantastic story. My boy Kevin stepped up for his girl, confronted nearly all his fears and stood on his word with Tammy. Hell yeah. Fingers still crossed that this story ends up happy.
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This has been an absolutely amazing story. The characters are so well developed and the plot so well thought out.
And the timing, not rushed, a slow burn, but without ever repeating itself.
Wonderful work GRBACLIG, and I know it must have been a huge effort.
Thank you for writing this for us. :bravo:
K++ (To new people, giving karma means clicking [applause].)
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:bravo: :clap: absolutely, a real masterpiece! I only wish I‘d be able to create something like this.
Hope for more!
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Brilliant story, definitely hoping for more.
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Really hope this story is continued!
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Thanks for the kind words everybody!
My life has been crazy lately but I'll wrap this up in short order.
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Chapter 33
“Just keep walking,” I said as I pushed open the ballroom door, and we were bombarded by flecks of light and dance music. “She'll find someone else for... whatever she has planned.”
“Did you hear what she said Kevin?” Tammy asked.
“Uh, she said a lot of things,” I gulped. “Which thing in particular are you thinking of?”
“She said I make her pussy gush like a waterfall, Kevin,” Tammy said excitedly.
“She said, uh, lots of other stuff too,” I said. “I just don't think-”
“You don't understand Kevin,” Tammy said, “All the most popular girls at school have had a romantic rendezvous with Lizzie Munsch―Shayla Washington, the Covington twins, and even Megan Masters. And now she wants to sleep with me. It's like being invited to the Oscars!”
“Megan Masters is, uh, into girls?” I gulped.
“Oh Kevin,” Tammy giggled as she started to sway gently to the music. “It's not really like that.”
My hands were drawn irresistibly to Tammy's hips, and soon we were lazily rocking back and forth, her arms draped over my shoulders. “Well uh, what's it really like then?” I asked.
“Tammy smiled as she looked up at me. “It's well documented in sexual literature that women are more likely to feel sexual attraction to members of the same sex,” she said, “and are similarly more likely to act on those feelings during their lifetime―most often during late adolescence. Furthermore, as I've grown more aware of my own sexuality over the past month I've become quite curious about the particulars of lesbian sex.”
“The, uh, particulars?” I gulped.
“Kevin you're blushing!” Tammy giggled. “Is this discussion making you nervous? I would have thought you would be excited at the prospect of a sexual encounter with multiple women. After all, many of the images that I saw on your phone in September featured women touching each other in-”
“Yeah, it would be super hot,” I cut in, hoping to extinguish the burning embarrassment that I still carried from having Tammy discover the muscle girl files on my phone. “It's just that Lizzie Munsch is... she's a bad person. She was always mean to you. And to me. She's always been mean to everyone. Remember when made made Katie Bartlett cry in front of the whole pep rally? Or when she beat up Jimmy Jenkins because he wouldn't let her copy his algebra homework? I guess what I'm saying is that if you want to... uh... experiment with other girls, you can do better than Lizzie Munsch.”
“That's really sweet of you to say, Kevin, “Tammy said, pulling me close.
But just as we were about to kiss, the sound of screaming pierced the air. It was Becky. She was running past us toward the doors, with mascara-stained tears streaming down her face, but suddenly turned on her heels. “How could you do this to me? I love you!” she screamed. “How could you be so cruel?”
Becky's screams were directed at Lizzie, who stood several feet away with her hand up the skirt of a curvaceous black girl in a purple dress, who was teetering on the brink of orgasm as she leaned against Lizzie with her eyes closed, trembling as she bit her lip. “Oh grow up,” Lizzie chuckled. “You didn't seriously think I was in love with you, did you? Besides, how can I to say no to a pair of tits like Kendra's. Kendra honey, show Becky what you're working with.”
Without hesitating or even looking up, as if she were in a trance, Kendra obediently reached up and pulled a fulsome chocolate-colored breast from her dress as she continued to squirm under Lizzie's touch. Becky wasn't impressed. “Fuck you!” she shrieked and stormed out the door.
Lizzie cackled sadistically as she continued to stroke her her new girl toy to completion, but quickly her eyes fell upon Tammy. Tossing her strawberry blonde locks over her shoulder Lizzie licked her lips and narrowed her eyes seductively, then blew a kiss at Tammy. Tammy spun around immediately, turning her back on the brazen display of sexuality. She pulled me close once again, and I could feel her heart beating like a jackhammer. “We have to get out of here, Kevin,” she gulped.
“Sure,” I said, looking around. “I guess we can go-”
“It doesn't matter where, Kevin,” Tammy pleaded, gesturing toward Lizzie and Kendra. “I'm so horny that I'm about to explode, and I need to get away from... that, before I lose control!”
Instinctively, I put my hand around Tammy's waist and ran, heading toward the door behind us, and a second later we were in a nearly-dark corridor with the sounds of the dance muted behind us.
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Chapter 34
Tammy was upon me instantly. As the music pulsed in the background, she threw me against a wall, kissing and nibbling at my face and neck as she undid my pants and hastily groped my depleted cock. I winced and jumped backward, bumping into a wall, but my reprieve was short-lived. Tammy was pressed against me, her hands digging into my pants and squeezing my buttocks. I could feel the contours of her chiseled abs rubbing against my soft midsection, and her nipples dug into my ribs, hard as steel behind the thin leather strap of her dress. “Don't go soft on me now, Kevin Turner, I need you as hard as you can get,” she giggled, but quickly her voice grew deep and smoky. “So hard, Kevin. And so deep. And wet. And hard and oh God Kevin fuck me fuck me fuck me now!”
“Tammy please,” I pleaded, slipping from her grasp. “I'm so sore. I just need a day to recover-”
I backed away into the darkness, but Tammy stalked after me, the dim light filtering into the corridor highlighting the cuts of her nearly bare physique, making her look like a predatory animal on the prowl. “A day to recover? But I need dick now, Kevin,” she insisted. “And as you may recall from our object lesson in my basement, you are powerless to stop me if I choose to take said dick by force.”
“I'm sorry Tammy,” I pleaded, “I just can't. It even hurts when I move too fast. It won't get hard.”
“Then eat me out, Kevin!” Tammy yelled as she leapt at me. “I need to get off right now, and it's your responsibility as my boyfriend to make sure that I do.”
I stumbled backward, Tammy clawing at my clothes, and crashed into a door, which gave way instantly. I fell backward into a dimly lit room with Tammy still atop me. “We have a room in hotel,” I gulped. “It's a two minute walk up the stairs. We can-”
But my words were muffled by the moist heat of Tammy's vulva as she slid into position with her knees by my head and her bare groin pressed against my face and the muscular orbs of her buttocks on my chest. “No, Kevin!” she snarled, grabbing a fistful of my hair and forcing my mouth deeper into her sex. “Lick me off now. I need to cum. My pussy must be licked!”
There was a brief moment of silence as I began to stroke Tammy's labia with my tongue, grazing her throbbing clit with each stroke, and she began to sigh deeply. Then, suddenly, the silence was broken. “Holy shit,” squeaked a quiet voice behind us.
Tammy and I both froze and took in our surroundings. We were in a small storage room filled with chairs, tables, and bottles of alcohol. And there, sitting alone with a bottle of wine in her hands, was Becky, her cheeks still streaked with mascara from her tears as she stared at us wide-eyed.
“Oh, uh, hi Becky,” I said, my voice still muffled by Tammy's crotch.
“Hey,” Becky said meekly, sniffling back her tears. “Don't mind me, I'm just... you know... drinking and crying alone in the dark. I can leave if you two need privacy.”
“No we were just, uh, going to our hotel room,” I stammered as Tammy dismounted me.
Tammy and I collected ourselves in awkward silence, and we were just about ready to leave when Becky spoke up again. “Tamara?” she called. “Before you go, can I ask you something?”
Tammy was visibly wary of what the jilted, tear-streaked beauty might ask, but she didn't have the heart to reject her outright, not after what we'd just seen her go through. “Sure,” Tammy said haltingly. "What did you want to ask me?"
“This is going to sound super crazy,” Becky said nervously, “but I'm feeling super crazy right now, and I've got nothing to lose... Okay so here goes nothing... Tamara, can I touch your muscles?”
Tammy's face lit up instantly. “That's not crazy at all,” she said reassuringly. “Sometimes I can't resist touching them myself. The way they feel when the flex and contract can be... intoxicating. Come here and see for yourself.”
As a proud smile spread across her face, Tammy flexed her biceps into sculpted rocks of tanned flesh, her hips cocked and her fingers splayed like a fitness competitor. Becky approached her eagerly, biting her lip as her eyes twinkled with delight, her fingertips trembling as they began to trace along the cuts of Tammy's muscular arms. “Oh my God,” Becky squealed with delight as she cupped Tammy's biceps in her hands. “Your muscles are so big. And so hard. I'll bet you're super strong.”
“Oh I am,” Tammy purred, reveling in Becky's worshipful touch and breathless awe. “Just ask Kevin. I can make him do anything I want him to. Anything.”
That comment made me blush, and the girls giggled. “You're so hot,” Becky sighed as she lovingly stroked Tammy's biceps. “The muscles, the confidence, the tits, the tan... No wonder Lizzie is obsessed with you. OMG she would be so jealous if she knew I was touching your biceps right now.”
Tammy leaned forward and whispered into Becky's ear, loudly enough for me to hear. “If you really want to make Lizzie jealous you can touch more than just my biceps.”
Becky blushed as a smile crept across her face. “What do you have in mind?” she asked.
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waiting for so long,nice work :cool2:
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Chapter 35
Tammy whispered into Becky's ear again, this time quietly, and with every words she spoke, Becky's eyes grew wider. Then they were standing side by side, looking at squarely at me. “Do you think he would be down for that?” Becky asked Tammy.
“What guy wouldn't be,” Tammy giggled. “And that aside, I can make him do anything I want.”
“So, uh, what are you all talking about?” I asked.
Tammy and Becky looked at each other and laughed. And then they pounced. Like a flash, Tammy had me trapped in a bearhug with my arms pinned to my sides. I felt my feet leave the ground as she hoisted me into the air and began peppering my face and neck with kisses. “Get the room key,” she told Becky. “It's in his front pocket. We're on the third floor.”
Becky giggled as she stood behind me, her tumescent nipples poking into my back as she worked her hands into the hip pockets of my pants. She found the hotel key card almost instantly in my right hip pocket, but her hands kept prowling about until finally she found what she was looking for, and the slender fingers of her left hand grasped my partially erect, but fully sore penis. “Oh I definitely found something in his pocket, but I don't think it's a key!” she sang, as I winced.
“Be careful,” Tammy teased. “He's very delicate. I think I might have broken him.”
“Oh I hope not,” Becky pouted playfully. “It's been weeks since I had some dick.”
Then the room spun before me as Tammy effortlessly threw me over her shoulder, and before I knew it she was bounding up a flight of stairs, her heels clacking on the concrete as I struggled to get my bearings. I heard a door open, then slam closed, and I was in total darkness surrounded by girlish giggles. “OMG Tamara, you are so strong,” Becky gushed as the soft light filled the hotel room. “You just carried your boyfriend up three flights of stairs in heels and you're not even breathing heavy.”
“He weighs 180 at his absolute heaviest, and I can lift significantly more than that,” Tammy said as she slung me lengthwise across her shoulders like a barbell, facing forward so I could see Becky gazing at her reverently “In fact, he's barely enough weight to warm up with. Check this out.”
Then Tammy proceeded to knock out one squat after another, using me as a human barbell. As I went up and down, I saw Becky's mouth hang open, her nipples hardening visibly beneath the sheer blue fabric of her dress. I was hardening too. The feel of Tammy's rock-hard arms and shoulders bulging against my body, coupled with the incredible display of strength she was displaying, was like a sexual fantasy come to life. And apparently, Becky felt the same way. “OMG Tamara, you're so sexy,” she whimpered, grinding her hips together, as Tammy gently placed me on my feet. “Your body is just so... fuck I can't even think of the words for how hot you are. You're like a sex goddess.”
“Ooh I like the sound of that!” Tammy said, beaming with pride as she wriggled out of her dress, the leather straps falling to her feet as she raised her arms overhead, triumphant in her nudity.
Becky was upon her instantly, mewing softly as she licked the sculpted slabs of Tammy's pectoral muscles, running her tongue along the striated contours while frantically groping the muscular orbs of Tammy's buttocks. “Take me,” she pleaded. “Ravish me. Fuck me, Tamara! Fuck me hard!”
A voracious smile spread across Tammy's face as she grabbed Becky the shoulders and spun her around. “Call me Tammy,” she said, peeling Becky's dress from her body in one quick motion.
Becky giggled with glee, the bare creamy flesh of her curvaceous young body glowing in the soft light of the hotel room as she playfully covered her breasts and vulva. Tammy was upon her instantly, and threw her to the bed. Becky was splayed spread-eagle, her body trembling with desire as Tammy hovered above her on all fours, her tanned, musclebound physique flexing with every move as she began to kiss Becky passionately, both of them sighing with desire as their nipples brushed against each other. “All these big, hard muscles,” Becky moaned as she ran her hands up and down the muscle-studded contours of Tammy's back. “Show me your muscles, my sex goddess. Please?”
Tammy rose up on her knees, and smiled as she placed her hands on her hips. “Are you sure you can handle a sex goddess?” she teased as she performed a front lat spread that emphasized her feminine figure, wide back, muscle-capped shoulders, and made her her perky breasts point upward.
Becky squirmed beneath her, running her hands along Tammy's chiseled abs, tracing the outline of her shredded ribs and sculpted obliques. “I'm so horny,” she whimpered. “Take me, Tammy.”
“Oh I will,” Tammy purred. “But I can't help but think we're forgetting someone...”
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Another fantastic one!
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So happy to see this story continuing.
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Chapter 36
In the blink of an eye, I was yanked onto the bed, being tossed and flipped like a doll as Tammy and Becky tore my clothes away, giggling gleefully as they did. “Check out his cock,” Tammy said as she flipped me onto my back, her knees pinning my arms to the mattress as she hovered over me facing my feet, her perfectly waxed vulva hovering inches above my face. “He has a great cock.”
“Ooh he does!” Becky sang as she straddled my legs and rested the firm orbs of her perfectly round buttocks on my thighs. “But it's bruised. Oh the poor little thing. How did you do that, Tammy?”
“Sometimes I don't know my own strength,” Tammy crowed as she put her hands on her hips and hit a front lat spread.
Becky squealed with delight and crawled up my body, straddling my midsection as she eagerly ran her hands along Tammy's sprawling lats. “Ooh these curves,” she sighed. “Your waist is so tiny, and your lats are so wide... OMG they're so thick and hard. Tammy your figure makes me so wet!”
“Ooh I like the sound of that!” Tammy said as she folded her arms behind her head and tensed her core, causing her torso to harden into a chiseled rock-hard tableau of tanned feminine muscle.
“Oh fuck me... your abs... and your tits...” Becky moaned as she collapsed forward, her bulbous buttocks engulfing my rapidly hardening member as she began to grope Tammy with abandon, licking her nipples vigorously.
“Oh wow,” Tammy sighed, collapsing downward so that her rapidly moistening labia rested on my mouth and nose. “Oh wow, Becky. Oh wow! You're really good at sucking nipples!”
“I know,” Becky said between licks. “I love tits. My absolute favorite thing is to go nipple-to-nipple. Have you ever tried that?”
“No,” Tammy purred. “I've never been with a girl before. Will you show me how?”
Eagerly the two young women scooted toward one another, Becky with her soft curves of creamy white flesh, and Tammy with a symphony of sculpted muscles rippling beneath her tanned skin, rubbing their hot, wet, vaginas along my body as they eagerly brought their breasts together.
“Your tits are perfect,” Tammy giggled.
“Your tits are perfect,” Becky said in response. “Now check this out.”
Becky wrapped her arms around Tammy's waist and began to wiggle, shaking the bed beneath me as her big round boobs wobbled and jiggled against Tammy's perky breasts, causing Tammy to squeal with laughter. “Oh I love it!” Tammy cried. “Oh I never knew my tits could feel so... alive!”
The two girls squealed with delight as they began to kiss one another passionately, sliding along my body as they writhed in lust. But their gleeful sapphic exploration came to a halt when Becky slid backward, and my fully engorged member slid between her fulsome buttocks. “Whoa!” she gasped. “Is that... OMG Kevin that thing is amazing!”
“I told you, he has a great cock,” Tammy bragged as her and Becky pulled apart.
“Can I borrow it?” Becky giggled. “I haven't had a dick in weeks.”
“Of course,” Tammy said as she gently stroked my chest and stomach. “But be careful with him. He's delicate and he bruises so easily.”
“I promise I'll be gentle,” Becky said as she rose up onto her knees and rested her pelvis just above my throbbing hard-on, and began stroking my thighs. “Don't be scared, Kevin. I won't hurt you.”
Then Becky slid down, engulfing me in her tight warm sex, her soft but firm buttocks resting gently on my pelvis as she began to slowly wiggle her hips in a circle. “Do you like that, Becky?” Tammy asked breathily. “Do you like that big thick cock inside you?”
“Yeah,” Becky squealed.
“Do you like that, Kevin?” Tammy asked breathily. “Do you like being inside that hot little pussy?”
“Yeah,” I moaned.
“I like it too,” Tammy giggled. “Now Kevin, honey, I'm going to need you to lick me off while Becky and I finish what we started."
Before I could respond, Tammy pressed her sex against my face, and I reflexively began to lick away, as above me two of the hottest girls in school made out like wild animals as they used me like a sex toy. Soon we were all covered in sweat, and the hotel room was filled with moans of pleasure.
I'm not sure how long I lasted inside Becky, how many times I made Tammy cum, or how long the two of them kept at it after I collapsed from exhaustion, but it wasn't long before the first rays of dawn began to sneak through the curtains of the hotel room. We lay on the bed, panting and shivering in the afterglow of what must have been hours of unbridled sexual experimentation. Tammy and Becky lay on either side of me now, but still they couldn't keep their hands off one another, kissing and stroking one another as my body screamed in pain, sore and exhausted from the marathon of sex. “That was amazing,” Tammy sighed. “I'm so grateful for this moment. It's just so life-affirming to embrace my sexuality and give in to the animalistic urge to give and receive sexual pleasure.”
“Totally,” Becky agreed.
“Are you okay, baby?” Tammy giggled in my ear. “I thought we were going to have to call an ambulance for you when Becky went reverse cowgirl on you.”
“I'll be okay,” I gulped. “I just need to rest. Just a day or two without sex.”
“Oh no,” Becky pouted. “My parents are out of town, this weekend, and we just got a hot tub!”
“Ooh I like the sound of that!” Tammy said. “We'll be there!”
“Please,” I whined. "Just a day without sex. Just one day!"
“Poor Kevin,” Becky teased. “Are two red-hot pussies too much for you to handle?”
“He'll be ready,” Tammy laughed as she proudly flexed a baseball sized bicep in my face. “Now that I have muscles, I can make him do anything I want. Anything.”
As I gazed up at the perfectly peaked, rock-hard ball of muscle, my heart jumped in my chest. Tammy was right. I was completely at her mercy—physically, emotionally, and sexually. As crazy it was to think about, Tammy Terwilliger was everything I ever hoped for in a girlfriend, and more. Now all I had to do was survive her.
THE END
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The end? 😭
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no lizzie confrontation? so what comes next on part 3? i want more lizzie
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This Flexington High series is incredible. I need more of it! PART 3 PLEASE!!!
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So good it hurts. Although I wish their relationship was explored in even more depth, I am not sure I would be able to withstand it.