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Female Muscle Art - Female Muscle Fiction => Muscular Women Fiction => Topic started by: madsoam2 on August 11, 2007, 05:31:31 pm
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My first attempt at a story. It's turning out to be pretty long already, but I thought I'd share some of what I have so far and test for interest.
Lisa's Path
by madsoam2
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6 Years Ago
Lisa stirred awake and twisted her body around toward the middle of the bed expecting to see Daniel sleeping. He wasn’t there, though, and when she instinctively reached her hand over to lay it on his side she noticed that the sheets were cold. He must have gotten up a while ago. She flipped back over and strained her neck to look at the clock on her side of the bed and saw that it was 2:15 am.
Poor thing, he seemed to have these sleepless episodes more often lately due to the pressure of his impending thesis defense. At least, she hoped that’s what it was, and that it wasn’t actually the wedding plans that had recently started. Well, it could be a both, as there were a lot of changes going on in both of their lives lately.
She sat up in bed and could see the flicker against the walls of the hallway outside the cracked bedroom door. She decided to get out of bed and go to the bathroom. After flushing the toilet, she grabbed a T-shirt, pulled it over her head, and headed down the hallway. She saw Daniel sitting on the couch, facing the TV. He looked like he was fading in and out of sleep.
“Can’t sleep, huh?” she whispered as she came around the corner.
“No.”
“Thinking about the thesis, or…other things?” She flashed a grin at him, which she knew he could make out even in the dark.
He smiled, “No, I’m fine. Just started thinking about how I’m going to wrap up one of the chapters in the next week, and it’s just not clear to me. One thought led to another and before I knew it I was still up at 1:30 am, so I decided to get up for a while and see if I couldn’t get my mind off it.”
She walked over and curled up on the couch beside him. The TV was facing the back of the room, so she couldn’t see what he was watching until she sat down. She must have caught him in the middle of channel surfing, because he was watching golf.
“You must be more tired than you think, because you’re watching golf! You don’t even golf.” She reached for the remote in his hand, which he gave up without any protest.
He gave what she thought was kind of an unusual smile, “Umm, I guess this is where I left off when I heard you coming out of the room.”
“Mind if I do the flipping now? Now I’m up, too.” He gestured toward the TV, welcoming her take over.
She propped herself on his legs and hit the up arrow on the remote. She first landed on what appeared to be one of the ESPN channels, which she skipped through pure habit as she worked toward the channels that were of more interest to her. The momentary image that flashed on the screen was clearly not a typical sport, though, showing a very close-up image of what appeared to be the bottom of someone’s bare leg and foot against a black backdrop. Her channel surfing momentum already had her on the next channel, but she paused, as the image seemed to register in her mind. She didn’t know why, but it elicited a flash of sudden curiosity as she had been expecting to see a snapshot of basketball or hockey game…
“What was that?” she blurted, and went back to the ESPN channel. Daniel raised his eyebrows at her in an expression that suggested he didn’t make it out, either.
Back on the channel, the lower leg was gone, but an extreme close-up of another body part had replaced it. It was now the image of what appeared to be a man’s muscular arm from the back, slowly bending in a manner of flexing his biceps muscle to an impossible size. In the short moments after bringing the image up on the screen, she took in a striking amount of detail of the anatomy of this body part, since each straining fiber muscle was clearly visible under tightly stretched, tanned skin. The appearance of the disembodied arm was further enhanced by small and large veins that traced random paths over the muscles, and they seemed to crawl almost as if alive under the skin as the arm retracted into the pose. The image was captivating to her, for some reason. Daniel was silent, but obviously paying attention to the screen as well. She turned the volume up slightly, as he had it set very low, presumably to not wake her up a few moments ago.
An announcer’s voice came on, “Notice the remarkable peak and vascularity. That is very hard for these competitors to achieve while maintaining the balance that they need to place highly in their weight classes…”
The camera followed the muscular arm toward the shoulder, while simultaneously beginning to pan out. Lisa’s eyes widened and she let out a an inaudible gasp when she saw the long dark hair pulled back into a ponytail. She also made out the knot of a pink bikini strap at the back of the person’s exposed neck, which sat atop an amazingly muscular pair of shoulders. The sudden realization of what she was seeing struck her, and she felt goose bumps emerge over her entire body due to the strange sense of excitement that welled within her.
“Oh my god, that’s a woman! I’ve never seen anything like this.”
“Me ‘neither,” said Daniel quietly, transfixed on the TV screen.
The woman on the screen started to move fluidly into another pose from the back. Lisa was awed by the amount of muscle on this woman. She could make out every muscle of her back, arms and shoulders beneath the tightly drawn, tan skin. She watched, captivated, as the woman raised her arms straight up over her head and then brought them down slowly to what Lisa recognized as a fairly classic bodybuilding pose that was clearly meant to draw the eye to the enormous flexed biceps muscles. The woman brought her arms down to her waist from that pose, turned her head slightly to peak coyly over her shoulder at the audience, and then gracefully pivoted around to bring the front of her body into full display.
Again, Lisa let out a small gasp in disbelief at the image of the woman on the screen…her eyes were immediately drawn to the impossibly sharp abdominals that were now visible. They seemed to clash with the feminine connotations of the pink bikini top covering her chest. The chest filling in that top was as muscular as the rest of the body, showing contours and details that Lisa was only accustomed to seeing on men (very, very fit men at that). The woman pulled her two hands up and placed them behind her head. She smiled at the crowd, and visibly exhaled and tightened her stomach to show the stunning detail of her abs in even sharper relief. Veins began to appear on the muscles of her stomach, following wandering paths down to disappear into the bikini bottom. Lisa again took in the size of the biceps muscles in her arms, which were also very visible in this pose, balled up next to her head. The woman extended her right leg to show off the detail of her thighs. The camera zoomed in and followed the leg to her extended foot. The extension made her calf muscles flare out from behind her shins, with veins again meandering about in the same manner as the other parts of her body.
Lisa turned to Daniel, to share her incredulity at the sight of this woman on the TV. He simply looked at her, again with a funny expression on his face.
“I knew that women bodybuilders existed, but I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen one before…or at least, I haven’t seen one recently, “ she said. “I had no idea that women could get that big and…well, ripped!”
Daniel again had little to say. “It is really something. I wonder what people think of her when she’s not on stage like this. You know, like at the grocery store, or something.”
Lisa turned back to the screen. The announcers were discussing some aspects of her routine, which seemed to have just come to an end. The woman was waving at the crowd and blowing them kisses, and while not deliberately flexing any of her muscles as before during her posing routine, the magnitude of her muscular development seemed even more remarkable as she seemed to skip quickly off the stage. She was quite pretty to Lisa. Her ponytail, pink bikini, and now her mannerisms as she interacted with the crowd were definitely very feminine. The femininity and muscularity made for a very striking combination, by which Lisa was fascinated. Even the muscles were surprisingly feminine as she recalled the routine, in spite of their size. This was clearly a woman that happened to have gone to extraordinary lengths to develop her body to such a level.
“What do you think of that?” she asked Daniel.
He looked at her, and then looked away in a gesture of awkwardness at the directness of her question. She wondered if she was putting him on the spot, asking for him to comment on what he thought of the appearance of another woman. “I don’t know. It’s not the kind of thing you see everyday, that’s for sure. I can’t imagine many guys find that attractive…she looks like she’s stronger than me or any guys that I know. Women like that are not what we tend to look for.”
“Hmm, it’s not exactly what you’d find in a Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue, is it? I suppose there’s a reason for that.” She noticed that a commercial was now on. Daniel looked to be moving to get up.
“Well, with that, I think I’m finally ready for bed. My mind is clearly off my dissertation now.” He grinned. He appeared to still be feeling kind of awkward about what they just watched. Lisa could understand, a woman with a body like that must set a lot of guys on edge.
Lisa considered watching more of the bodybuilding competition, but it was so late and she had to get up for work in the morning. She headed back into the bedroom (Daniel stopped to use the bathroom on the way to bed). When she lay down, she kept going over the many fascinating aspects of a woman with such developed muscles…
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Continuation of the story. This one might not stand on its own as well as the first or the upcoming parts, but it's a part of the story that's meant to place some motivation and hint at some other factors that will play a bigger role later...
4 Years Ago
Lisa stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom. She admired the curvature of her breasts in the black negligee she had purchased that afternoon. She frowned slightly at her stomach, though, as she lifted the lingerie up to expose it. It was still flat enough to allow her to look good in most of the clothes she chose to wear, but it wasn’t the firm stomach she had right before the wedding, when she managed to get herself into the best shape she’s ever been in. It took so much time on the treadmill to achieve, but it was worth it for the dress. Now she could see an extra soft layer of fat over her stomach, and she was aware of the impression her panties made below her navel.
She was still quite happy with her body overall. All her friends were always commenting on how great she looked, despite the fact that she didn’t do much aside from some semi-regular jogging after work. What was most important was the fact that her husband Daniel was clearly happy with her body. He told her constantly how attractive she was and never failed to respond physically to her, which made her stop her critical review in the mirror and smile as she dropped the negligee back into place.
She turned off the light and walked into the bedroom. Daniel was in bed waiting for her. She climbed in and he immediately move toward her. They began to go through their typical lovemaking routine, which was always gratifying for both of them. They made love about twice a week, enjoying what Lisa felt was a wide repertoire of positions and general variety, although it always followed a similar progression of foreplay. They caressed each other, fondling their various erogenous zones with the shared knowledge of each other’s sexual preferences that the couple had developed over the first year of marriage and three years of prior courtship.
This lovemaking session ended with Lisa on top of Daniel. Has hands probed her body as he achieved his climax, about five minutes after her. He ran his hands under the negligee top that she still wore to caress her breasts, next moving down over her stomach. She was slightly uncomfortable with his hands on her stomach, but he moved on quickly down her thighs. He then ran his hands up her arms, which were supporting her weight on the bed. His hands moved slowly over her forearms, slowed even more at the back of her arms, then proceeded over her shoulders. It felt so good to her.
“I love you,” he said with a smile, looking at her through suddenly heavy-lidded eyes.
She smiled back at him, allowing a small giggle at the sex-induced weariness overcoming him, “Love you, too, babe.”
She pivoted off of him and lay down on the pillow next to him. She placed her hand on his chest. He was breathing deeply and drifting off, but she was thinking to herself for a few minutes rather than allowing herself to go to sleep. She didn’t like the momentary reaction she had to Daniel touching her stomach, since there was no reason for her to be uncomfortable with her body.
“I’m going to join a gym.”
He stirred slightly, but didn’t open his eyes. “OK. What brings this on? You’ve never really worked out before, have you?”
“No, but I need to get on a little more regular work out schedule of some kind. I still feel pretty good about myself, but I don’t want things to get away from me too quickly, you know.”
“Well, I’m very happy with how you look, but part of that is that you are confident in yourself. Do you have a gym in mind? You should join the one that I belong to…maybe you’ll inspire me to get back into it.”
She sensed his smile even through she was looking at the ceiling. Daniel used to work out very regularly, and his body, despite having some extra padding as well, still showed signs of the fitness he had maintained for so many years before the new job started to require so much time from him. “That’s a good idea. I’ve never been there though, does it have treadmills and weights that would work for me?”
“Of course, it’s a gym. It’s got tons of treadmills, and other cardio equipment. It has a large free weight section and a couple different kinds of machines. You’d like it. They’ve probably got a deal for personal trainers, since you’ll need some guidance to get going if you feel like trying some weights.”
She noticed that he didn’t offer to be the one to get her started. His job required so much of him right now.
“OK, I’ll check it out tomorrow. It’s not one of those gyms where I have to be in shape before I show up, right?”
“I think you’ll be OK. You already look great…better than most people there. There are always the people who spend all their time at the gym, but that’s just good inspiration, if you ask me.” He smiled again with his eyes closed, “What’s your goal here?”
“I don’t know. I just want a routine to stay in shape. We’ll see how it goes.”
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Another encounter...
3.5 Years Ago
Lisa started to step out of the car at the grocery store, but sat back down and grabbed her towel from the passenger seat to wipe her forehead. She was still sweating slightly from her workout on the tread climber, which she had just finished 10 minutes ago. She exhaled forcefully, threw the towel back in the seat and stood up to head into the store. Her legs ached, but she felt great, as usual. She took off her jacket and tied it around her waist. The bright pink workout shirt stopped just before meeting the waistband of her workout pants, and she was well aware of the firm stomach that she was flaunting in this outfit when walking around the grocery store. She loved it.
Her stomach was now completely flat, with no hint of the softness that she would have hidden self-consciously several months ago. She loved going to the store after her workouts, because she usually could draw a few looks from people that were clearly admiring her.
She walked to the fresh fruit section and started to pick through the apples. She looked up and noticed another woman who was also obviously on her way to or from the gym. She had blonde hair and black gym clothes with white stripes down the side. Suddenly, the woman also took her jacket off to tie it around her waist. Lisa was not alone among the smattering of shoppers in the area to double take their notice of the woman once the jacket came off of her shoulders. The blonde’s striking face was beautiful enough to draw looks of its own right, but the removal of her jacket revealed an even more arresting physique that was somehow cloaked by the jacket.
She had on a black T-shirt that was tightly stretched over the clearly exaggerated musculature of a bodybuilder. The black fabric hugged her such that the undulating curves of her well-developed shoulder and back muscles were readily apparent, despite the fact that the dark color offered no real detail to the shapes underneath beyond the silhouette. Her chest was wide, hinting at the mass of her pectorals, although the shirt curved over prominent breasts to leave no doubt to the gender of the wearer. Her shirtsleeves stopped midway over her biceps, and stretched tightly over the bare skin of her bulging, yet defined upper arms. The muscles of her right arm suddenly came alive as she picked up a cantaloupe and lifted it closer to her face to study it visually. Her biceps tightened and balled up further as she pulled the melon even closer to smell it. A vein that was faintly seen running straight down the relaxed biceps muscle as she picked up the fruit began to stand out prominently with the contraction, even though the effort necessary to hoist the melon was clearly well below the capacity of the highly trained muscles in the limb.
Lisa looked around and saw that most shoppers had gotten enough of a look with the initial glance and had now returned their attention to shopping. Since she had been honing her ability to discreetly catch people checking her out at the store, she quickly picked out one male shopper in the corner of the produce section whose attention was lingering on the woman with the cantaloupe. He was covertly paying this blonde bodybuilder a lot of attention, as he was mindlessly picking up vegetables and putting them back down without really given any of them proper attention to make a purchase.
After Lisa selected all of her apples, she moved on to the bananas, which were closer to the muscular blonde. The man in the corner had moved to another section as well, but he was still obviously not focusing on his own shopping at this point, preferring to discreetly eye the body of this unique woman at the center of the produce section. Lisa was marveling at the fact that this woman had so completely captivated this man without any effort whatsoever. She quickly surmised that the striking muscles on display were having a particular effect on this person.
Without notice, the blonde woman caught Lisa’s eye (where Lisa was suddenly embarrassed to realize that she was not exercising much discretion in her own viewing of this woman’s remarkable physique in the grocery store) and made a quick smirk with the corner of her mouth that was clearly meant to be shared by only the two women. The bodybuilder put down the yam she was now handling, and reached her hand up the sleeve on her other arm to apparently scratch her shoulder. The action pushed the opposing sleeve up over her huge deltoid muscle. She made a fist on the arm that was now fully exposed and slowly bent the arm at the elbow to fully flex her biceps. The muscle tightened dramatically, and more veins began to emerge on her forearm, biceps, triceps and deltoids with the action. She repeated this pumping action with her arm three times successively. Lisa was acutely aware that the only two people in the produce section that were watching this overt muscular display were the male admirer in the corner and her. The blonde hadn’t looked directly at the man to this point, but Lisa was able to look at him freely without worrying about what he thought of a stranger’s attention, because he didn’t notice her at all due to his fixation on the show being put on for his enjoyment. Suddenly, without notice, the blonde looked up and gazed directly at him, accompanied by a very friendly smile. The man’s eyes broke free of her arm to meet her stare, then immediately broke it to look back down at the vegetables in front of him. He appeared to be quite shaken at this point, as Lisa could see his fingers trembling over the carrots directly below his hands. After another moment, he proceeded to briskly walk away from his basket that was now sitting on the aisle floor, after not picking up anything in the last 3 or 4 minutes that Lisa could tell. Lisa didn’t know where the man had gone, but she suspected that he had left the grocery store completely.
The blonde looked over to meet Lisa’s eyes and smiled fully this time, then diverted her attention back to the yams. Lisa walked over to her with a smile of her own on her face.
“Pardon me, but that I have to say that that exchange with that guy was hilarious. I don’t know where you made him go.”
The blonde woman was still smiling, and Lisa noted how beautiful she really was, “Well, he had actually been following me for the last ten minutes or so, I had picked up on it for a while. I didn’t mind giving him the show I was pretty sure he wanted.”
“I hope you don’t mind me saying it, but you look amazing. If someone were to ask me, I would have to guess that you get a lot of attention wherever you go because you certainly stand out in a crowd, but that seemed to be a special kind of attention from that guy.” She clearly didn’t know this woman well enough to come out and ask about the kind of sexually charged reactions she must get from her physicality.
“I get a fair amount of that, but it’s not all good. If I had to pick, I’d go with that every time. Sometimes it doesn’t stop at a polite glance…people will go out of their way to say that they have a problem with the way I look. Oh well, I guess I beg for it.” The blonde smiled again in a disarming manner, which also seemed to take the egotistical spin off of the comment.
“So, if you don’t mind me asking, are you a bodybuilder then? Perhaps that’s a dumb question.”
“Yes. I’m actually a professional bodybuilder, although you shouldn’t let the title fool you, it’s not the kind of career that allows you to make a living without some extra effort. My name is Debi.” She reached her hand out to Lisa.
“Lisa. It’s nice to meet you.” Lisa was prepared for a crushing grip with the handshake, but it wasn’t there. The handshake was completely feminine in nature. She did glance down to get a close up look at the muscles in Debi’s arm. While not flexed, the details of the muscles were still remarkable, appearing like an anatomy chart of an arm under the woman’s thin skin. The quantity of veins seemed to be less than when she was flexing for her observer, but there were still many snaking their way around her forearm and up her biceps muscle to disappear under her sleeve.
The blonde must have noticed the extra moment that Lisa took to study her arm, but she said nothing. Lisa excused herself, “Well, Debi, thanks for the laugh this morning. Have a good day.”
“Bye.”
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Sorry for the delay since the last entry in this story (for those of you who may have been waiting). My intent was for this particular vignette to be major event in the history that I am building. The version in my head, somehow, was different than what started emerge as I wrote, so it took me some time to get it to a point where I was satisfied. Hope you enjoy.
3 years ago
Lisa strained to reach her fingertips to the mass of boxes on the shelf above her head. Even perched on her toes she could only just get her fingers around the near corner enough to pull them all toward her a few inches. She dropped back to her heels and allowed the lactic acid to empty from her calves and shoulders, which burned from the effort of the awkward pose. After a few moments, she assumed the same position and worked the cellophane-wrapped boxes a little further forward on the palate until she could actually get her whole hand around the corner and move it to the edge. Now she could apply more leverage and actually pull the cereal boxes off the shelf and lower them to the ground. The volume of the collective boxes was significant, making the load awkward, but she didn’t find it very heavy. She still had to wipe a bead of sweat from her brow as she stood up.
She wondered, as she tore through the clear plastic wrapping that held the boxes together, why these bulk stores had to stay so warehouse-like. The frustration mounted as the amount of work needed to buy this simple, double-sized box of granola increased to a ridiculous level. She finally gained access to the item she sought, pulled it from the organized package of 10 boxes, and put it in her oversized shopping cart. Despite the poor customer friendliness of the store, Lisa actually enjoyed these tests of strength, even when they were relatively small challenges. The strength that she had developed from the last several months of working out was hard earned, and she liked the excuse to do apply it in the “real world.” The exercise machines that made up her daily routine had helped her to develop a level strength in her body that was completely new to her. Secretly, she even enjoyed the subtle curves and shapes of the muscles she had built, although they were far from prominent and she doubted many people even knew that she worked out as regularly as she did. She had achieved a near-ideal figure, though, which she felt she could display proudly next to the women in Sports Illustrated (although she did not possess the rack found on most of those models).
Daniel emerged from around the corner and laughed at the site of the ravaged packaging of the pallate contents, “Looks like you had to work for that. Almost makes you want to buy more of them.”
“This box will last us 3 weeks as it is! All this work just to save a couple bucks.”
The two of them moved out of the cereal aisle after pushing the box out of the way. The store was not all that full at that time of night, and they were hustling to pick up the few things they needed before it closed. They turned the corner to look down the next walkway, and started eyeing the enormous boxes of crackers that lined the shelves. Lisa became aware of a buzz amongst the people around them as they walked in the opposing direction. Several pairs of shoppers and families seemed to be sharing hushed exchanges while looking over their shoulders down the aisle from which they had come. While looking from group to group with unconcerned curiosity, she scanned past Daniel to find that his gaze had fixated on something down the aisle in front of them as well.
She quickly picked out what must have been the object of all the quiet discussion: a single woman that stood facing a wall of cookies. She held two of the ridiculously large boxes in each hand, studying them with earnest concentration. It took virtually no deductive reasoning for Lisa to surmise that the attention was due to the impressively muscled physique that this woman displayed. Some stole covert glances, while others were blatantly staring at her.
She elbowed Daniel, “You’re not going to believe it, but I know her. That’s the woman that I met at the grocery store a few months ago. Remember when I told you about that?”
Daniel didn’t take look away from the woman in front of them, “I do. I see why she left an impression.”
“I want to go say hello.”
Daniel did break his gaze at this statement. The unusual expression on his face seemed to suggest that he didn’t like this idea, but she ignored it and walked straight over to Debi. She heard their cart start moving behind her as Daniel took her spot behind it and followed.
In the span of the two or three seconds that elapsed as she walked up to the bodybuilder, Lisa briefly looked Debi up and down and took in the changes since the last time she had seen her. She was wearing a slightly more revealing outfit than the last time, although it was really just a simple gym outfit…which seemed completely appropriate on her. Her top was a pink spandex halter that put her exposed shoulders, arms and the top of her chest on display, while the bottom of the outfit was a pair of powder blue spandex tights that hugged her body until reaching just below her knee, where they flared out subtly before terminating in the middle of her calf. The muscular details of her body stood out in sharp relief to the outfit due to a dark tan. The workout outfit was accessorized, oddly to Lisa’s eye, by a simple brown purse hanging off her left shoulder. The purse seemed to clash with the sportiness of the workout clothing, but it was an obvious necessity for a trip into the ‘real world,’ even for a female bodybuilder. Lisa noted that Debi was considerably more defined than in their last meeting, which she found very hard to believe as she registered the image etched in her memory from the grocery store earlier in the year.
Debi’s bare shoulders stood out prominently, making the most striking initial impression to any onlooker as they sloped down from her neck to the widest point of her body at her deltoids. Her upper body structure tapered from the head of each of her shoulders down to an impossibly tiny waist. The fibers of the muscles in her deltoids twitched and pulsated in that short moment that Lisa took them in, despite the lack of any discernable movement of the rest of her arm. The skin covering her body was tightly stretched and paper thin. Lisa could follow veins over the striations of her uncovered upper chest muscles that meandered outward and then turned down her shoulder. Her shoulder muscles capped off at a point as they integrated into a mass of biceps and triceps of her upper arms, while a network of veins cascaded in seemingly random directions over the ridges and valleys formed by the intertwined muscles of her arm. The woman’s biceps muscles bulged prominently against the weight of the large box of cookies in her hands, although they certainly could not have been taxed by the relatively light weights.
Lisa’s gaze quickly moved to the exposed flesh of the woman’s stomach, which naturally attracted the eye due to the dark contrast of her tan skin against the bright pink top and light blue pants. The contoured musculature of her midsection could be seen in relief though the tight-fitting top as the abdominals emerged from below her breasts. The contours under the tight top flowed to the bottom of the halter and emerged in full detail in the uncovered muscles below. The muscles formed the iconic washboard morphology that typifies a perfectly developed physique. As if the dark skin and undulating abdominals weren’t enough to draw looks, her stomach was also accented with a shining, silver navel ring.
Debi’s waist defined the smallest part of her body from top to bottom, and the curves of her thighs and butt picked up immediately below. The curves flared out down her legs before sweeping together at a tiny knee joint. Her light blue tights did not seem allow any of the detail beneath to show, such that her legs could only be taken in by their profile, but the muscle structure was unmistakable. The curvature was reminiscent of the legs of a football player to Lisa, tracing out powerful quadriceps that gathered together above the knee in large knots. Hamstrings emerged to form their own sweeping arch behind her leg, impressing an onlooker with even more mass to the upper leg. At the widest point, each of her thighs appeared to be larger around than her waist, although Lisa wondered if this was simply an optical trick played on her eyes by the tan stripe of bare flesh between the two colored garments of the woman’s outfit.
As Lisa’s eyes finally made their way to the exposed calf muscles, the profile of the woman’s legs once again flared out in a prominent bulge below the knee before trimming down to her small ankles. As in all the other exposed portions of her body, veins could be seen standing out in relief under tightly stretched skin.
As Lisa processed this image while she approached, she was struck at the conflicting impressions. Although the muscles on this woman were more developed than she had seen on any person at such close distance in real life (and they were certainly larger than nearly any man she had ever been around), the overall effect did not seem that imposing. In fact, Debi seemed to be relatively small as she finally reached her. Surprisingly, her physique was so tightly wrapped around her small structure that she seemed almost petite, which Lisa did not seem remember from their first meeting. Perhaps the association between muscularity and massiveness was so strong in Lisa’s mind that she had subconsciously put them together in her memory.
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“Hi! I don’t know if you remember me, but we met at Safeway a few months ago. I’m Lisa.”
The blonde tore her gaze away from the cookies and looked over to Lisa. The huge smile lit up her face in recognition. “Of course! How are you?”
“I’m doing well.” Lisa paused for a moment, before she went ahead and allowed herself to say what was on her mind, “As soon as I saw you, and recognized you, I just had to come up and say how great you look. I was impressed the last time we met, but the change between then and now is just spectacular!”
Debi took the compliment in stride, continuing to smile brightly, “That is incredibly sweet of you to say. I’m getting ready for a competition in three days, so I’m dieted down. I feel like crap, but, honestly, this is my favorite look all season.” She glanced down briefly at her own body, and then looked up again, “I know there are people out there who are also into this, but it’s usually kind of rare to hear it from someone out on the street. My experience is that this shredded look is too freaky for the general public.”
With the last statement, she glanced briefly at Daniel before looking back at Lisa. Lisa looked over her shoulder at Daniel, who was clearly taking the blonde bodybuilder in while trying to avoid staring. She turned back to Debi, “Wow, I need to get on whatever diet you are on, in that case, because usually when I buy boxes of cookies that size my body is headed in a completely different direction.”
Debi got the joke and looked at the cookies in her hands, “Yeah, actually I don’t even let myself come down these aisles most of the year, and certainly not in the middle of my dieting phase, but these actually have a purpose. I bring them with me to the show and eat a few of them a couple hours before hitting the stage. The taste is absolute heaven, but the real purpose is that the carbohydrates actually help make the muscles look fuller when you’re out there on the stage. It’s a short term effect, but it really does work. I hold off as long as I can before I come to pick these up, because it is torturous having them in the house when I’m so hungry.”
“Wow, I never would have known. It’s a certainly a strange world you live in.” Lisa laughed to make sure that was delivered as a joke. Debi responded with her own laugh.
In the next moment, Lisa’s gaze returned to Debi’s muscular arm, and she began to reach out to touch it. She caught herself and pulled back, blushing, “I’m sorry,
I really hope you don’t mind me asking, but could I feel your arm? You can say no, of course…you probably get really tired of strangers wanting to feel your muscles.”
Debi laughed again, “Well, we don’t know each other well, but we’re not complete strangers. I don’t mind at all. Here…”
She put down the cookies and held her arm slightly out from her side. While doing so, she pulled her forearm back up and tightened her biceps muscle. The muscle came to life, and Lisa quickly realized that the bulging against the weight of the cookie package was not even close to representative of the full extent of the intentionally flexed muscle. She watched her hand meet the flesh of the woman’s arm and was taken aback by the hardness she met with the touch. Her hand was positioned so her thumb was at the peak of the biceps muscle and her fingers wrapped over the triceps. The muscles did not yield at all, and she gently squeezed to probe the hardness even more. It was like touching a warm rock, and it was unbelievable. For some reason, she realized that she had a pre-conceived notion that the muscles on this woman were going to be somewhat soft, as if they were merely cosmetic. The reality was completely different as they were in fact much harder than Lisa thought was possible for a human body, and the fact that this was the muscle of a woman was even more astounding! She dated a couple men that she considered fit (and Daniel, of course, had worked out somewhat regularly earlier in their relationship), but she never felt anything like this when touching their bodies.
Lisa quickly changed her hand position to cup the peak of the flexed biceps in her palm. The muscle filled her hand completely, feeling slightly larger than a baseball as she quickly allowed her fingers to explore the crevasses on the inner arm where the skin hugged the balled up muscle. Without provocation, Debi proceeded to extend the arm and then retract into the flexed position while Lisa maintained her hand position. Lisa perceived her eyes widening in astonishment at the feel of the muscles that were now alive in her hand. She could feel the corded, fibrous texture of the biceps muscle as it changed shape and hardened under the command of the bodybuilder. The veins that roped the arm even pressed against her touch, as they swelled to feed the powerful musculature. All of the muscles of the arm worked together to provide a display of anatomical harmony of movement.
She fought the temptation to change hand positions once again and probe at a different part of the woman’s physique, although the fascination that she felt toward this developed body was electrifying to her. She could not explain this reaction to herself, and she immediately began to mull this effect. Where was this interest coming from?
The next moment brought an experience for which Lisa was totally unprepared. In her mind, she suddenly found herself picturing this hypermuscular physique on herself! She was the one drawing curious, sometimes lustful, stares in the supermarket; she was the one explaining the rigor and discipline of her extreme lifestyle to achieve such an outstanding physicality; and she was the one admiring her flexed biceps muscle under the exploring hand of a random woman in the bulk grocery store. The images in her mind were so rich and intense that she could almost feel her powerful muscles bunching in her arm as she flexed, or stretching the tight workout clothing in all directions as she simply moved about. The powerful daydream elicited an intoxicating range of emotions within her in those few brief moments; at one time thrilling and sexual, while at others frightening and utterly strange. She knew that the foray into her imagination was barely noticeable to Debi and Daniel, but she decided to withdraw her hand to avoid a socially awkward situation.
“Truly remarkable. I had no idea that a woman could achieve something like this. You really are stunning.”
“Thank you,” said Lisa, as she held the pose in her arm for a few moments longer, appearing to admire it herself, “I get a mix of reactions, so it’s always very nice to hear something positive.”
While maintaining the flexed position of her arm, Debi’s gaze broke from her own arm to peer over Lisa’s shoulder, directly at Daniel (who had been silent during this entire exchange). She met his eyes and raised her eyebrows, while simultaneously extending the elbow of her arm toward him. The look and action, Lisa could tell, was a clear but polite invitation for him to feel her arm. Lisa was not watching Daniel while she was personally exploring the woman’s physique, but she could only assume that the invitation was prompted by a blatant curiosity that must have been written all over his face. Lisa wondered how anyone could not want to touch a body like this.
Daniel flushed with color and looked away awkwardly from Debi, “No thanks…uh, no thank you…” He choked on the words, and was clearly uncomfortable with the idea of such a thing.
Debi appeared to take no offense at the denial, as if somehow expecting it, and finally relaxed her arm.
“I gotta pick one of these bags of cookies and get out of here, or I’m gonna end up with both of them.”
Lisa laughed, “Well, good luck with that…and the contest. If I bump into you again, you’ll have to let me know how it goes. I can’t imagine how you wouldn’t win.” She wondered at the impression of seeing all of the physiques on an entire of field of female competitors of Debi’s caliber together. Interestingly, she felt herself briefly wash over in goose bumps at that thought…all those muscular women in one room!
She waved politely to Debi as they began to walk away, when she felt a sudden compulsion. Before the thought had even completely crystallized in her mind, she turned around toward Debi, “Hey, would you mind taking on another client?”
Debi was putting one of the bags of cookies back on the shelf, “Personal training? Actually, I just had a slot open up as one of my clients had to move. I was completely booked until yesterday. I’d be happy to take you on.”
Lisa looked at Daniel with a big smile on her face to find an expression that showed that he was clearly not expecting this inquiry. Lisa was not either, for that matter.
“I suppose I’ll have to find out what gym you belong to first. I hope it’s close to me…maybe I should have asked that first.”
Debi pulled a card out of her purse and handed it to Lisa, “All my info is on here. Go ahead and give me a call once you’ve had a chance to check it out and see if it’s a good fit. It’s one of the big chains, which is good and bad, I suppose. I like the one where I work, though. I bet you’ll like it, if it turns out that it’s convenient for you.”
Lisa took the card, “Thanks a lot. I’ll look into it. Hopefully we’ll talk soon. Bye.”
Debi waved. Lisa and Daniel started to continue down the aisle.
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“Wow. You want to work out with her? I’m pretty…well, impressed. You weren’t intimidated by her?”
“Nah. I mean, she’s not like anyone I’ve ever been around before, but I figured that she’d be a great trainer, and she can clearly teach me a little more about lifting weights. I’m getting tired of the cardio equipment at the gym, and the weight machines that I use are a little on the boring side as well. I’m just looking to shake things up a little.”
Daniel just shrugged his shoulders while leaning on the cart as he pushed it along beside her, but he said nothing more and seemed to stare into space. Lisa began to wonder if Daniel might be uncomfortable with her starting to pursue a workout program that might change her body in a way he might not like. She did not feel like she needed his permission, but she did not want to lose any of her attractiveness to him. At the same time, she pondered that image of herself with the developed physique of a bodybuilder and wondered at how suddenly compelling this was to her. The thought of having such prominent muscles was oddly attractive to her, and she marveled at the fact that this had never crossed her mind until this point.
Lisa became lost in her thoughts as they mindlessly walked up and down two more aisles. She was picking up items on her list while Daniel remained hunched over the cart. Neither had said anything for the last several minutes. The silence seemed to be filled with something significant that was being left unsaid between the two of them, and Lisa could not really tell what it must be. She wanted to open up the subject of her changing her workout program, and whether Daniel would be put off if she built her body up a little, but she seemed to arrest the words in her mouth each time she began to speak.
They shopped for nearly ten minutes in silence. Lisa noticed that Daniel was still hunched over the shopping cart. The position seemed somewhat awkward, especially as she realized that he had maintained it for such a long while. His mood seemed to have changed completely since the encounter with Debi, and the more she deliberated the subject, the more it began to eat at her. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye and a realization suddenly gripped her. She didn’t know how she had missed this over the course of the last ten minutes, and blamed her own self-absorbed deliberations.
She looked around to find that they were in a far corner of the huge building, surrounded by high warehouse shelving and essentially isolated (at least for the moment) from any other shoppers that remained. In yet another uncharacteristically spontaneous, compulsive act in this evening, she turned around and walked directly toward Daniel with a purpose. He looked up in surprise, but remained hunched over the shopping cart. She did not stop when she reached him, but rather took his hand and pulled him to the end of the aisle and positioned him against the shelving. He had a surprised look on his face, and clearly didn’t understand what had precipitated this odd move on her part.
Relishing the look on his face, Lisa rose to her toes and kissed Daniel firmly. While doing so, she took advantage of the clearly successful distraction and moved her hand to the front of his pants directly to meet the hardness of an erection that she predicted she would find. The unexpected contact and discovery of his state of arousal caused Daniel to break the kiss and involuntarily scan the aisle for any eavesdroppers to the intimate act that was unfolding out of his control.
Lisa didn’t break her gaze. “So, tell me where this came from.”
Daniel sputtered at her, “You started ravaging me out in the middle of this public store and you wonder where that came from? I thought we’d been together long enough for you to understand how that thing works down there.”
Lisa smiled at him and moved to whisper in his ear, “I’m not fooled that easily. This has been there for quite a bit longer than the last few seconds…I don’t think this is from me. I was wondering if there was anything that you might want to talk about.” With that, she gently caressed the firmness under the fabric of his pants.
The movement caused Daniel to close his eyes and bite his lip. He still managed to maintain some denial, “I don’t really know where it came from, something sexy must have just popped into my head.”
Ignoring his justification, Lisa gambled on her intuition that she had just pieced together a different explanation, “Hmm, I don’t think so. I’m wondering if it might have had something to do with Debi.” She rubbed with slightly more force as she mentioned the name, and he responded with a soft moan and even less resistance to her actions. She purred at him, “Yes, I think it might have had something to do with her after all!”
Daniel still did not open his eyes. He appeared to be fighting an internal struggle as his body reacted involuntarily to Lisa’s manual stimulation that worked him closer to an imminent release from his extended arousal. She guessed that he was somewhat embarrassed by the situation, although she felt it was less about the potential of public exposure of their intimate act than the discovery she had just made of his secret arousal in the presence of the muscular woman. The image of the man in the grocery store several months before who was essentially caught ogling Debi while she blatantly flexed her arm for his benefit popped into Lisa's head.
With no regard to the awkward position in which she had her husband, she found herself possessed to press on. She was whispering in his ear, “What is it that does it for you? What did you like? Was it her arms? You missed out on the chance to feel them, but I did!”
Daniel bit his lip.
“Would you like to know what they felt like?”
Daniel kept his eyes closed, but he nodded without making a sound.
“Hmm, I thought you might. They were actually harder than they looked…like nothing I’ve ever felt on any person. Not even a man! I could feel the muscles tighten under her skin when she moved for me, feeling every sinew contract. They were huge and strong…I had no idea that this could be so sensual on a woman! Her body was so beautiful...”
Daniel’s knees buckled. Lisa continued, applying no more pressure than before, but now achieving a rhythmic beat with her hand over his pants. “You missed it though. I bet you would have loved the feel of her, flexing just for you!”
Now she seized an opportunity as she felt so in tune with her husband’s sexuality in a way that she never before had achieved. “What if you could feel a woman’s body with muscles like that, without having to be shy or embarrassed of what anyone thought? What if I could make that happen for you?”
At this, Daniel opened his eyes to look down at Lisa, no doubt wondering what she meant, but she didn’t stop her motions. “What if I had a body like hers? What if they were my arms that rippled with all those hard muscles? I would flex them for you whenever and however you wanted…just for you! All the muscles in my body would be yours to explore however you desired!”
Lisa began to work her hand down Daniel’s waistband to make contact with his flesh directly, but the moment she began to do so, Daniel climaxed in sheer ecstasy. His knees wobbled and he fought hard to suppress the moan that she could almost see hidden behind his expression. As it came to an end, Daniel simply looked at her, completely depleted of energy. He seemed to have no ability to speak at what had just transpired, but Lisa saw him completely bared to her in a way in which he had never been. The total encounter had lasted no more than a minute or two, yet she brought him to orgasm with hardly any effort, so she was certain she had tapped into a powerful sexual desire within her husband. A fetish, she supposed. What she had awakened within herself was less clear and deserved some thought. Thirty minutes ago, she had never considered that she would be pondering the idea of developing a muscular physique for herself, and she certainly never could have predicted that this idea would be turning her on as well!
“I’m glad that I’ve made this discovery. You didn’t have to hide it from me, you know, but I guess I can understand how it would be a difficult thing to bring up. I think we need to talk.” She dropped to her knees and kissed him, then moved to his ear to whisper once again, “I meant every word!”
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I don't know if this is a good enough compliment but this is the kind of story I would have liked to write myself. K+ and keep it up.
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3 years ago...Part 2
The car ride home was surprisingly awkward considering the intimate exchange that Lisa and her husband had just had in the bulk grocery store. Although she had just inadvertently uncovered a facet of Daniel’s sexuality, she found it difficult to broach the subject again while driving home. Judging from Daniel’s silence, he was also failing to find words to begin the obvious conversation that they must have. With more internal mulling during every passing minute of the drive, it seemed to Lisa that the realization of what was now in the open between them had pushed out all possible topics of conversations until this topic was properly handled.
She suddenly found herself fighting mild sensations of panic that she may have made a grave mistake by nearly wrestling her husband’s deeply hidden desires from him without his permission, since she perceived such an act as an overt invasion of his privacy. Such a personal thing would be more proper for him to volunteer to her in a manner in which he felt comfortable. She reflected darkly on her suspicion that Daniel’s prolonged arousal after Debi’s display and near immediate climax from her “prompting” strongly suggested the exposure of a raw fetish…making the nature of the exposure even more ripe to cause damage on some level of their relationship. She tried to convince herself that this could be made right, that it was for the best that this was now in the open, that things would be OK and their relationship would end up stronger given the new direction she had independently set for herself in the last hour…
“Well, we’re home. One of us will have to figure out what happens next and start talking,” said Daniel flatly while pressing the button for the garage door opener. He didn’t look at Lisa, but she did pick up a small smile on his face that instantly relieved the mounting worry that had accumulated within her in the last few minutes.
“You’re right. Well, it is fairly late…how about we open a bottle of wine when we get in the house? ”
“I think that’s a good idea. I’ll get the groceries, you pick something out.”
Lisa found a not-too-expensive bottle of wine and proceeded to open it. She wasn’t really in the mood for a drink, but she wondered if a few sips might help loosen them both up. She had a sinking suspicion that most of the bottle would be left over, so it made no sense to open anything good. She poured two glasses and sat down to wait for Daniel on the couch. She left only one light on in the far corner of the room.
After a few moments, Daniel sat down and took his glass. He took a big drink…perhaps she was wrong about the bottle. She took a quick sip and started.
“You know, if you’re not comfortable…I mean, if this is not something you really want to discuss now, we could…”
He cut her off, “No! I actually really want to discuss this. I’m not quite sure where to start, though. I admit, I’m a little embarrassed.”
“You shouldn’t be embarrassed by anything with me. Maybe it would be easiest if you started by telling me what you found so, well, exciting this evening about what happened at the store?”
Daniel smiled, and took another gulp from his wine, “Hmm…well, you pretty much figured that out. Your friend, Debi…” Lisa was impressed that Daniel remembered her name, had she even introduced her to him? She couldn’t recall. Daniel continued, “…she was, well, pretty hot. I suppose I can be honest about this now, although I have to say that I didn’t ever saw myself saying this out loud… I think women like her are pretty attractive.” Another gulp of wine nearly emptied the last of his glass.
“Women like her? You mean women with muscles like hers? Bodybuilder women? Have you seen many women like her before? I have to admit, I knew there were women out there that were into bodybuilding, and I guess I’ve seen them on TV or in pictures every once in a while, but I’ve never really thought about them until very recently.” Lisa stopped talking as she had a sudden image of the man in the grocery store that had been so fascinated by Debi a few months ago.
“Well, yeah. I suppose I’m not being completely clear about this. Women's muscles have a really, um, strong effect on me, and women who develop them like that…bodybuilders…turn me on. I’ve had this thing for muscular women for about as long as I can remember. In fact, the first sexual thoughts I ever had are of women with big muscles.” Daniel’s voice became quieter and he looked away, apparently willing himself to press on with his admissions to his wife, “I actually have seen quite a few women like that…just not in person.”
Lisa was fascinated, although some of this slowly evolving confession from her husband was matching up with what she had anticipated after their episode in the deserted grocery aisle. “Do you mind if I ask where you’ve seen them? I mean, women like Debi seem to be pretty unusual…” Lisa caught herself, not wanting to make her husband feel deviant for his taste in women, especially since she was already reading this feeling in him by his mannerisms, “Sorry, I mean rare. Are there many out there?”
Daniel finished off his wine, although he didn’t make a move to refill, “Well, I suppose guys like me aren’t too different from any other guys who are looking for…umm…stimulation. I would always be on the lookout for muscular women to pop up anywhere. Sometimes I’d get lucky and catch them on a talk show, or catch a televised bodybuilding competition on ESPN or something…”
Lisa suddenly recalled when she first saw a female bodybuilder on TV. It was several years ago when she had found Daniel awake in the middle of the night. “Hold on. Do you remember a few years ago when I found you up late a few years ago watching TV. We just happened to flip to a female bodybuilding competition at that hour. Was that a coincidence?”
Daniel smiled, “You know, I remember that like it was yesterday. You had totally caught me sneaking around to watch that. I had noticed that it would be on when I saw it in the TV Guide. You came out of the bedroom and I had to scramble to pick up the remote and switch it. I only managed to change one channel, and landed on golf. I don’t know if you remember this like I do, but you took the remote and immediately switched it right back to the bodybuilding contest. I was afraid you’d see right through it and figure it all out, but you didn’t seem to suspect anything.”
“You’re right! I had no idea. I still remember the impact that had on me. I had never seen anything like that woman, and didn’t again until bumping into Debi in that grocery store. At the time, I don’t know really recall exactly what kind of impression that left on me, but I think it might have planted some seed deep in my head. Hmm…”
Daniel continued, but the look of interest in his eye was unmistakable to Lisa, “They don’t show those competitions on TV anymore for some reason. Although catching muscular women on TV was the best, because the movement really adds something to the muscle, I guess it is fortunate for guys like me that there are ways to get, well, material, for such interests. I think I mentioned that I’ve actually had this thing for muscular women for as long as I can remember. When most of my friends were out stealing Playboys from their dads or getting their brothers to buy one for them, I was sneaking to book stores at odd hours when I knew no one would be there to buy magazines that had pictures of female bodybuilders in them.”
Lisa was riveted. She always knew that boys (and men) had stashes of material that they utilized for self pleasure, but she had never sat and discussed the topic with one. This conversation seemed to be covering the roots of her lover’s sexual development, and she wanted to hear everything, “They have magazines like Playboy with women like that?”
“Well, some eventually came around, but not then! This was fifteen years ago or more. I had to buy standard bodybuilding magazines. Although, come to think of it, the magazine that I prized above the others in those days was supposed to be a bodybuilding magazine specializing in the female side of the sport, it was probably really targeted to people like me in pretty much the same way a Playboy was for all the other guys out there. The funny thing about being turned on by muscular women is that the magazines didn’t have to have nudity to show what that mattered to us, so the magazine probably didn’t look all that racy to someone who didn’t have the perspective that someone like I had when they looked at it.” Daniel was clearly loosening up on the topic now. She wondered if it was the wine or whether he was finding this liberating to share with her. Clearly, she hoped for the latter.
“What magazine was this?”
Daniel continued, smiling, “I doubt you even knew it existed. It was called ‘Women’s Physique World.’”
“Sounds fitting.”
“It has always been pretty rare on the stands, but I could find it. It’s funny, but a bookstore or magazine rack almost had a feel…I could walk in and sense that it might have that magazine. One of the worst parts was that it came out in strange intervals, only a handful per year, and I never figured out the schedule. I used to stalk a couple stores waiting for a new copy. When it showed up, I’d psyche myself up and go buy it. It was incredibly hard having to pick a cashier that I was comfortable bringing that magazine up to. I hated guys, because they must have seen right through me, and young women were not acceptable, because I felt they would think I was some kind of a weirdo.”
“Why? This magazine was really like a sports magazine, right? Bodybuilding is something that tons of people do and it’s not really sexual.” As soon as this statement was out of her mouth, Lisa realized that it wasn’t true. Bodybuilding was actually very sexual, and something about it was apparently a very powerful sexual stimulant to some people (like Daniel and the guy in the fruit section of the grocery store).
Daniel laughed, “Well, it is to me and some other guys. Maybe you had to see the covers. I don’t know, to me these magazines were pure pornography, because I knew why I wanted them. I used to get a rush, almost lightheaded, when I spotted it in the back of a magazine rack. I felt everyone in the store knew the moment I even peeked at it by moving whate. Anyway, I usually timed my purchase when there was an older woman at the counter, since I felt I could suffer their judgment the best. What mind games!”
“So, do you still have your stash of these magazines? I think I’d like to see them.”
“Unfortunately, I got rid of them when I went to school. It was hard, but I couldn’t risk my parents coming across them. This was my deepest, darkest secret, remember. I admit that I’ve missed them ever since.”
“That’s kind of sad. So…I have to ask…I’m clearly not so naïve to think that you don’t still find a way to look at muscular women…” Daniel blushed, but Lisa caught him before he even tried to protest where she was going, “Don’t worry, I don’t mind. You are a man and I know what I’m getting here by having a husband. Based on what I’ve learned, I’m guessing that you still find a way to look at women like this. Do you have a new stash somewhere?”
The expression on Daniel’s face was very easy to read, but he nodded anyway. “The internet has really become a real game changer for guys like me. I’ve got some stuff stashed away, and there is plenty more that is pretty easy to get to.”
Lisa was emboldened. “Can I see it?”
It was in the open now. Daniel got up to get another glass of wine. He didn’t sit back down, though. “Well, I suppose it would be kinda dumb if I didn’t show you now. C’mon.”
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Lisa followed him to the computer. She pulled up a chair. Again, this was expected. If there was anything that the internet offered, it was a source of material for people with taste that differed from the general population. She watched Daniel navigate through his folders to one that was titled, rather obviously, as “Personal Stuff.” It struck her that this was under her nose all along, nearly out in the open. She had no reason to suspect that her husband was turned on by such a unique type of woman, though, and she had not sought to find out before this night. She marveled and the new level of understanding of her lover that was opening to her.
Daniel’s “Personal Stuff” folder consisted of many subfolders mostly titled with women’s names. She could see the thumbnails of the contents of each folder. Not surprisingly, the women seemed to be mostly in bikinis, and nearly every thumbnail showed the woman in mid flex. There were some other folders listed, some had names that seemed obvious (i.e. “Competitions”) while others were more cryptic to her (“Worship”…?).
Daniel was quiet, letting her take this in. Lisa wondered what was going through his head, since this was likely the first time he had ever let another person see this side of him before.
“Where should we start? There seems to be a lot here.”
“I don’t know. I hadn’t thought I’d ever have to give a tour.”
Lisa understood that. “Why don’t you show me your favorite?”
“Hmm. I’ve never thought of it quite like that. I don’t know if I have a favorite in here. I think I should pick something that wouldn’t be too, well, shocking.” Daniel navigated to a folder with a woman’s name: Sophie Duquette. There were several videos in there, but he found a particular file and opened it. “I think this one is a good, representative sample of something that I find pretty hot.” He then went silent; apparently with the intent to allow Lisa take it in herself from this point.
The video started by showing a hallway with a few people in it. A door opened and a woman walked in. The woman was wearing a rather unusual, and extremely revealing blue two piece outfit. Needless to say, she was remarkably muscular. She walked, or rather strutted, toward the camera, oblivious to the onlookers. The muscles in her prominently displayed legs rippled, and knotted with each step. She swayed in a surprisingly feminine manner as she moved, and Lisa wondered if this was how she really moved or if it was played up for the camera. The simple motion of this walk, accentuated by the woman’s musculature, was very sensual, and the muscle added a dimension completely unlike what would present from a more ordinary woman. Much like watching Debi’s presence in public, that Lisa had been privileged to experience twice, Lisa found the effect mesmerizing.
The video continued. The camera followed Sophie up a set of stairs, clearly focusing on the action of her exposed glutes (in the very, very short skirt), hamstrings, and calves as she walked up. It initially followed her down what was clearly a hotel hallway, but panned around her and back as she continued that feminine strut. Lisa could see the reason for this camera work and activity, as the motion of this woman’s leg muscles was decidedly erotic. She could see the repetitive knotting of her beautifully developed quadriceps even when the camera returned to the shot from the back. Fade out.
The next scene picked up with a rather voyeuristic shot of Sophie playfully fixing her hair in a washroom mirror. The outfit had virtually no back to speak of, which was clearly by design for the effect intended by this film, as the muscle in her back were alive with the motion of her arms to address her hair in the mirror. With her arms in this position, her deltoid and biceps muscles were prominently featured (of course the top to her powder blue outfit was also sleeveless), and Lisa guessed that they were really the stars of this particular segment. The bodybuilder lowered her arms and placed them on the counter to lean in closer to the mirror, and her triceps came alive. She moved back and forth, allowed the muscles of her back, shoulders, and arms to respond enthusiastically for the camera. Lisa was impressed that such an incredibly mundane plot for this video could be so captivating. She never would have thought to display a physique in this manner. The actions were clearly suggestive, in a flirty sort of way, but far from erotic. Yet, when she tried to empathize with the intended audience of men (and women, she supposed, why not?) who were so enthralled by the swollen, pronounced muscle of a female bodybuilder, such movements that elicited the unintentional, yet intentional, flexing and swelling of the muscle must be irresistible. She glanced at Daniel and found him looking more at her than the video.
“OK, I admit. She’s very attractive, and her muscles are certainly beautiful to watch in action.”
“I think so, too.”
Lisa turned back to the video. Sophie had begun to mix in clear bodybuilder poses in the mirror, apparently admiring her own physique as she did so. Lisa wondered if these women would really do something like this in a public restroom. (Lisa also couldn’t help to notice that there was another woman in the mirror next to Sophie, also doing common female primping. Was this intentional? Perhaps a member of the film crew who wandered into the shot? Maybe this filming was actually intended to be a clandestine video that was truly staged in public for some sort of effect. Something about this actually amped up the erotic charge of the video. What was that woman thinking, standing next to this amazing physical specimen in a shockingly revealing outfit, while she flexed for a person holding a video camera on her. Could she have realized what was going on?)
As the bathroom scene continued, Sophie had propped herself up on the counter (hopefully other people were now gone from the restroom!) and started to admire her own biceps as she flexed them. The development of every square inch of this woman’s body seemed to be carefully addressed from years in the gym. Every muscle was large, defined, and prominent. The interconnectedness of the muscles was simply hypnotic to watch, as the bodybuilder continued to pose and flex, then transition to the next post and flex again. She pulled up the fabric of her top to display a chiseled abdominal six pack for the camera, and she flexed her stomach muscles repeatedly. There was no visible fat on this woman, and her skin appeared to be pulled tight over every single muscle in a way that Lisa didn’t think was possible for a human to achieve. Lisa recognized the strange sensation of wonder as she reminded herself, just as when looking at Debi in the supermarket, that she was looking such muscles on a woman!
The video continued. Sophie had moved back to the original hallway from the start of the video. Again, her movements were intoxicating to watch as she posed and flexed. Lisa could actually feel a stirring of arousal in her. She credited some of this to the sensual display of the woman’s muscles on the computer monitor and the rest to the intimate activity of peering, for the first time, into the core of her partner’s sexuality.
“This is pretty hot. She is stunning.”
“I agree.”
“So, is this what all the videos are like, or are there other kinds that you like to watch?”
“Oh, there are a lot of different kinds. I guess this is kind of the epitome of what I find attractive in one of these women, though.”
“I can see why.”
“There are other activities that they do in the videos. Some are more straightforward flexing clips, featuring maybe one or two body parts. Some are even more elaborate productions, usually with some really cheesy plot. Over the years, a lot more have come out where the women are nude, or doing stuff that is more closely related to what you would call ‘regular’ porn, if you know what I mean.”
Lisa smiled, “I think I know what you mean. Deep down, we are talking about videos that are generally made for men who just happen to like women that are muscular.”
“Yeah. You can probably also imagine, given the whole nature of this sort of attraction to women like this, that there is a real fetish side to it all as well. I don’t know, I suppose that this ‘thing’ that I have is ultimately a fetish itself.”
“Perhaps. I don’t know. In some respects, it is like preferring blondes.”
“Maybe. I think I’d have to call it a fetish. The sensation that I get from even the thought of a muscular woman is incredibly intense, almost uncontrollable arousal.”
“This sounds like it could be handy in some ways,” Lisa smiled at him. ”I think I had picked up on that from the ‘event’ early this evening. So, is this it? Is it simply watching the muscles on these women really what does it for you. We could work with this, you know.”
“Oh, I know. I suppose there is another facet to this…you know, fetish…that really seems, ahem, interesting me.”
“Oh?”
“Perhaps I can show you another video…” Daniel navigated to the ‘Worship’ folder that he had. He found one particular video and opened it up. Lisa was introduced this time to a woman named Autumn.
Now this video really opened Lisa’s eyes to some new possibilities…
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Wow. K+ on a great story. Scary part is that Daniel's story is so similar to mine, right down to the WPW mags and Sophie Duquette vids. The nice thing to know is that I'm not alone with this "fetish"... ;) Excellent writing and hope we don't have to wait another 3 years for more ;D
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There is more coming. I have the primary plot piece of the next chapter in my head, but I'm struggling with some writer's block to work out the details that put the elements in place the way I want them. I don't know how much I want explicitly written into the story vs. indirect reference.
The astute reader has probably guessed from the chapter titles that this story is counting down to some sort of "present day" event. I know what will be going on in that conclusion, but I'm trying to enjoy the journey of the story's hero to get there...hence the reference to her Path.
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Yup. The whole "X years ago..." thing makes it that much more intriguing. I love stories that are well planned and thought out. Sometimes the road toward the goal is more important than reaching the goal itself. And in this story that "goal" can be all that much sweeter because of the nice setup. Having said that I'm still very much looking forward to some kind of "action" stuff. Anyways, keep up the great work!
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There is more coming. I have the primary plot piece of the next chapter in my head, but I'm struggling with some writer's block to work out the details that put the elements in place the way I want them. I don't know how much I want explicitly written into the story vs. indirect reference.
The astute reader has probably guessed from the chapter titles that this story is counting down to some sort of "present day" event. I know what will be going on in that conclusion, but I'm trying to enjoy the journey of the story's hero to get there...hence the reference to her Path.
well, take your time: you did an AWSOME work until now, and I know the best is yet to come. I will patiently await!
and thanks for sharing your hard work with us! ^^
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Lisa's Path Part 6 (2.5 years ago)
Daniel's body language for the last couple days could not have been more obvious to Lisa. He was petrified. A few days ago it was well masked, and only questions here and there, casually posed, hinted at what was going on in his head ("What do you think we'll talk about?" or "Do you think we'll hang out until late, or just until after dinner?"), but as Saturday approached she'd find him staring into space lost in his thoughts, or even pacing around the house looking for things to keep him busy or forgetting why he stood up in the first place. She smiled to herself and she finished setting the table.
Then the doorbell rang.
"Its five thirty already?" she heard Daniel say from the other room.
"Wow, yes it is! Where did the afternoon go? Could you get the door?"
"Umm...would you mind getting it? I'm going to run upstairs and change into a different shirt."
Lisa almost laughed, but held it in. She couldn't blame Daniel for being nervous; his worlds were colliding here in a way he probably never imagined a few short months ago. It was worth it, though. She knew he'd enjoy himself tonight...and he'd likely remember this dinner for months.
"OK, I'll get it," she replied.
Lisa headed over to the door and pulled it open. Rather than let her jaw drop, she forced herself to smile broadly, "Debi! Hello. Please come in."
Debi stood on the doorstep, and she was a vision to behold. She wore normal street clothes, which Lisa had never seen her wear before, and she started to quickly absorb the details. Debi wore a light blue dress that swept and curved and hugged the magnificent structure of her muscular body beneath. Lisa looked at how the dress flowed over her bulging thighs to stop just below her tiny knees, revealing flaring, darkly tanned calves below. Her exposed lower legs were crisscrossed with veins that twisted their way downward, eventually wrapping around her small ankles and disappearing into the covered toes of her sliver colored high heeled shoes. The dress rippled over the slim profile of her waist and stomach, hinting at the undulations of the pronounced abdominal muscles that pushed back against the light fabric. Her arms and shoulders were covered by a miniature white knit sweater that was cropped to stop midway down her midriff, terminating well above her waist. It was unbuttoned, of course, since it never could have been buttoned over her massive chest and wide back muscles. The sweater was unable to actually hide the shape of what was beneath anyway, as the fabric stretched over the round caps of her deltoid muscles, then strained in a completely different axis to stretch over her large triceps and biceps, hugging the curves of her arms in a way that seemed to enhance her massiveness even more impressively. The sleeves stopped high on her forearms, exposing dark skin that thinly covered the corded sinews and network of thick, ropey veins that covered the bare flesh that showed from the ends of the sleeves to the backs of her hands. Her hands were decorated with French-tipped, manicured fingernails and a few silver rings on one thumb and a finger here and there. She had a bright silver bracelet watch on one wrist, and a silver bangle on the other. The sweater had a wide neck that allowed her trapezius muscles to simply erupt, bare and marvelously high above her shoulders, before meeting her neck. The top portion of Debi's pectoral muscles were featured prominently over the modestly cut top of the blue dress, showing a deep ravine that radiated striations outward. Her thin, tanned skin highlighted all the contours of the muscular detail beneath. (Lisa mentally remarked how the relatively high cut of the dress would typically not expose any sort of cleavage on a “normal” woman, yet Debi’s body contained features that could enhance clothing in completely different, and likely unintended ways.) She was wearing two large silver necklaces that draped over the hard topology of her muscular traps and pecs. Debi's hair was down, falling over her shoulders and her back in loose curls in a manner that Lisa had not seen before, since all of their time together had been confined to the gym for the last six months where Debi typically wore her hair in a tight pony tail. She also wore a light amount of make-up, which was also something Lisa had not seen before.
She was simultaneously radiant and imposing all at once.
Lisa took the wine bottle that Debi had brought and gave her a friendly hug. She couldn’t help but notice the size and hardness of her shoulder under her fingers as she leaned into her for the hug.
“Thank you for having me over for dinner. You didn’t have to do this, but it is so nice of you both." Debi peaked over Lisa's shoulder and smiled, "Hello Daniel.”
Lisa realized that Daniel had come up behind her. Debi held out her hand and Daniel took it.
“Debi, it’s very nice to see you again. It was Lisa’s idea to have you over to celebrate your recent accomplishment.” Lisa could hear the edge of Daniel’s nerves in his voice, but he was hiding it well. He’d get better after a drink or two, she hoped.
“Thanks. Again, you are both too kind, but I’m happy to accept such a nice invitation.” She released his hand. “It was just a second place, but the competition was pretty tough so I have no problems celebrating.” She nodded to the wine bottle that she had brought over that was now in Lisa’s hand, “Besides, I usually don’t allow myself to ‘let my hair down’ very often and indulge in good food and drinks. Lisa’s idea to get together sounded perfect.”
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“Speaking of drinks, let’s all go have something,” suggested Lisa, escorting Lisa toward the kitchen. As they started walking, she allowed herself to fall a half-step behind and turned back to look at Daniel. Daniel’s eyes were busy taking in the spectacle of Debi’s amazing body from behind. Lisa managed to catch his attention and she silently mouthed the word “wow” to him as she tipped her head subtly toward Debi’s back. He returned a nervous, but knowing smile. As they had discussed before the evening, she was not going to give him a hard time for taking advantage of the opportunity this evening to admire Debi's many assets. In fact, Lisa actually found herself looking forward to the prospect of doing the same in this setting.
“What can we get for you, Debi?”
“I don’t know, what are you guys having?”
Lisa said, “I’ll probably mix myself a gin martini. I imagine Daniel will have scotch.”
“Oh, scotch would be wonderful, if you wouldn’t mind. I have it so seldom, but I love it. Just a little on the rocks, please.”
“Sure. I’ve not known many women that like scotch,” said Daniel, pulling down one of his single malts from the cabinet.
“Well, I’m not a huge drinker these days, but I’ve developed a taste for it. Like I said, tonight I’m allowing myself to indulge a little. I used to enjoy it every once in a while many years ago before I got very serious about bodybuilding.”
“I see. Well, enjoy. I love this stuff, so I'm happy it's a special occasion.” Daniel passed her a glass with a generous pour and two ice cubes. "Lisa and I don't drink much either since Lisa started training with you."
"Ah, I bet that's true," laughed Debi, then took a sip of the drink, "and this really is excellent scotch."
Lisa finished mixing her martini and joined the two of them and held up her glass, "Here's to a great showing at the Ms Olympia, and the chance to celebrate the end of your diet!"
They all clinked their glasses together and Debi added, "Thank you, but I'm too self-conscious to make this entire evening about me, so let's agree to celebrate your first six months on your training program as well. You've made great progress, so you should take the time to acknowledge the accomplishment."
They toasted a second time and proceeded to chat while each of them settled into friendly conversation and enjoyed both the company and their drinks.
Lisa remarked to herself months later, when remembering the events of the evening, how the next couple of hours seemed to fly by. The three of them chatted over another drink around the kitchen counter before sitting down to the dinner Lisa had prepared. They finished the bottle of wine that Debi had brought over while indulging in decadent dinner of tenderloin medallions with garlic mashed potatoes and steamed broccoli dinner. Debi had unwittingly designed the special menu for Lisa weeks before during a training session when Debi was in the throes of her competition diet. Over dinner, Lisa watched Daniel take every chance to savor Debi's shoulder muscles as rippled under her tight sweater when she cut pieces of meat with her knife and fork, or nearly drool over the bunch of her biceps as she brought her glass or her fork to her lips. Lisa gave Daniel credit as he went about his surveillance of Debi’s unwitting sex show with remarkable discreetness, despite the heady adrenaline rush that he must have been experiencing in this tantalizing proximity to an object of so much sexual desire throughout his entire life. She suspected those many years spent mastering his outward reaction to the appearance of female muscle were now being put to the ultimate test, and he was doing an admirable job. She knew though, and she hid her own smiles, thinking about the thrill he was experiencing. Although this dinner party of hers was not done with any pretense, she secretly relished the situation she had created, as she toyed with his deeply buried sexual fetish in a way that had never been done before…all while she watched.
Lisa had barely noticed that they had made their way deeply into a second bottle of wine as they had finished dinner. When did that come out? Who had opened it. Clearly, the social lubricant had worked its way into the group, as Daniel had begun to talk more comfortably with Debi as he took the plates form the table. Lisa’s head spun from the alcohol. She looked across the table at Debi as she was listening to Daniel tell her about his job. She remarked to herself at how massive Debi suddenly seemed, at how much presence she had sitting in the small dining area in their house. She had been working out regularly with Debi now for nearly six months, but something about her being in the gym wearing workout attire seemed to almost camouflage Debi’s size in a way that the more demure clothing could not. She mentally measured Debi’s shoulder width, the span of her back, the circumference of her relaxed upper arms against Daniel’s size and shape as they all made their way into the living room to sit down. Debi’s limbs, shoulders and upper body seemed to dwarf Daniel, despite his extra six inches in height and the fact that he was a full grown man. Debi’s legs were bigger than her waist, which Lisa seemed to have noticed, yet the shape of the dress seemed to magnify and accentuate these proportions.
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“…it takes some getting used to, getting up on stage like that to show off your body to so many people, but I like the experience. I’ve put in the work, and I enjoy showing off what I have to show for it.”
Daniel sat in the chair to the side of their coffee table. Lisa joined Debi on the couch. Daniel continued whatever conversation they were having…Lisa seemed to have lost track, “It certainly is quite a sport. All that hard work, but the event that you’re training for ultimately amounts to a kind of beauty contest, doesn’t it?”
“I know. It is almost silly when I think about it, but the lifestyle drew me in. I enjoy the workouts, and I love the idea of sculpting my body the way I want, and making myself stand out and be so different. I had never imagined that I’d eventually do this professionally…well, or at least compete for what little money they still give us.”
“The men are paid a lot more, aren’t they?” Daniel asked. Lisa wondered how he was still keeping up his charade. He knew the sport inside and out. They had actually even watched Debi’s Ms Olympia performance in a live stream on the internet a week ago. Daniel had probably rewatched it several times.
“Oh yeah. Society just can’t seem to come to grips with women building bodies like this.” Debi emphasized her comment by lifting her arm and flexing her bicep, which was the first time she had explicitly done a deliberate muscular pose all night. Lisa felt the fog in her head clear as she was presented with the massive arm before her vision, then she felt an irresistible pull to the swelling shape beneath the white knit sweater. The alcohol in her system must have suddenly kicked in to knock down any social barrier that might have existed to govern the decorum of this situation, as she watched as her own hand suddenly shoot out and place itself over the arcing curve of the fabric-covered muscle and gently squeeze. Debi must not have seen the move coming, but she turned and smiled at Lisa, then proceeded to indulge her admirer by straightening her arm and pulling it back into an even harder flex. Lisa felt the muscle respond, and she wondered if Debi had had as much to drink as she had.
Debi turned to Daniel, who had just lost noticeable color in his cheeks. She said, “So, speaking of what people think about women who work out to build their bodies, what do you think about Lisa’s progress over the last several months? She’s been killing it at the gym. Some guys find that they aren’t too into their wives hitting weights that hard.”
Daniel was clamming up. The built in mechanism to suppress his surging desires was likely kicking in again, “Umm…I don’t know. I think she looks great.” He lied.
“Do you know that she’s twice as strong as when she started working out with me? She couldn’t bench press 45 pounds when we started, but she just did three reps with 100 pounds last week!”
Lisa jumped in, “Oh, I think he’s noticed.”
Daniel shot her a look, then masked his expression immediately and returned a weak smile. She knew he was worried that he was going to “out” him...maybe he could tell that she was a little drunk.
“Daniel, do you think you could handle Lisa if she started to build some noticeable muscle? Would you have a problem if she was stronger than you?”
“Ah, I don’t really know. I hadn’t really considered that it might happen.” He lied again.
Debi smiled at him, “Why don’t you come over here. You’ll never know if you’re OK unless you find out what a muscular woman really feels like.” She set her wine glass down on the table, inched over slightly to the middle of the couch, and patted the seat next to her. She turned and winked at Lisa, then she stood up and started to peel the sweater off, revealing her bare arms and shoulders in all their glory. She hadn’t asked Lisa if it was alright to invite her husband participate in whatever she planned to do next, yet she didn’t look like she felt any need to ask. The evening’s activities were suddenly taking a turn Lisa hadn’t expected. Where had all that wine gone?
Daniel slowly got up and walked over to the couch. His eyes were transfixed on Lisa’s powerful upper body as he did so, and then he sat down on the couch. He looked at Lisa at the other side, showing a mixture of fear and giddy enthusiasm at what might be happening.
Debi sat down next to him, the she slowly presented her bare arm to him, holding it unflexed in front of his face. She pulled her wrist back and the biceps muscle retracted and climbed as it filled with blood. The veins protruded below the skin to feed the muscle. Daniel’s eyes bulged at the sight, but he didn’t move his hands from his lap.
“Go on. I think you need to see what this feels like,” prompted Debi.
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“Go ahead, Daniel,” Lisa encouraged. She could feel the excitement radiating from her husband. Never in his wildest dreams could he have realized that he’d actually get the opportunity that had just presented itself to him. Lisa felt no jealousy about this obviously sexual experience in which her husband was about to participate, and she wondered idly how some women would be overcome by something like this.
Daniel looked at Lisa, as if failing to believe what was going on. The momentary delay seemed to have exceeded Debi’s patience, as she took Daniel’s hand and placed it over her bicep muscle, “Let me help you out a little.” She then placed her hand over his, holding it in place over the swelling muscle, as she proceeded to slowly flex and unflex the arm, repeatedly. She watched Daniel’s face as she did this, yet he was transfixed on the arm and the unlikely position in which he had found his hand. He didn’t move his hand from the spot Debi had selected for him, and he didn’t struggle against her as she held it in place. He simply took in the experience, silently.
“Hmm, I think I can tell what you think, already,” said Debi. “That’s a good thing. You can explore it a little on your own now. I think you might like to.”
She took her other hand off his and tilted her body to present her arm even more readily to Daniel. She held the pose, flexing all the muscles. Lisa could see the mild strain in Debi’s foream and shoulder as she tightened them. Daniel began to probe the shape of the muscles, first caressing the curving bicep, allowing his finger tips to trace the larger veins that had begun to pop. He explored the crevasses where the different muscles met the balled muscle on both the front and back of her arm. He briefly met Debi’s eyes, watching him intently, and he seemed to mentally decide to seize this moment fully. He flipped his hand and cupped the triceps at the bottom of the arm, and Debi responded by straightening the arm to flex accordingly to accept the muscles in the new location, then repeated to pull back to the biceps pose. Daniel looked again to Lisa, his mouth pulled to an incredulous smile, yet quivering at the corners, likely as a result of the adrenaline coursing through him. He visibly gaining some confidence and he now proceeded to feel Debi’s deltoid, spreading his fingers wide to try to cover the entire span of the large muscle group.
Debi turned to Lisa and smiled at her, conveying an unreadable look. She pulled the arm nearest to Lisa back up to flex, assuming a seated double biceps pose…one arm presented to Daniel’s attention and other now available for Lisa’s. She surprised herself with the hunger that suddenly burned in her as both of her hands quickly went to the arm, almost lustfully. One hand found its way to the tight roundness of Debi’s shoulder while the other went to her forearm. She caressed the muscles, probed at the hardness, traced the sinews and separations and veins in the arm as Debi symmetrically straightened and flexed, modifying the positions to highlight different muscles in such an endlessly fascinating variety.
Lisa was not looking at Daniel, but she assumed he was similarly engrossed. Lisa found her hands moving upward, now guiding themselves over Debi’s traps, then down the upper bare back to take in the furrows of her lats and middle back. Her other hand had begun to wander over Debi’s pectoral muscle as it connected to the front deltoid, her fingertips extending toward the center of her chest until they reached the crevasse where it met the pectoral on the other side. Debi pushed both arms out before her, putting her pecs under extreme tension. They came alive as they pulled together, becoming impossibly hard and mounding thickly beneath her fingers. Lisa’s fingers met Daniel’s as he had apparently been drawn to the chest as well, and she watched as he strummed over the striated ridges that fanned out over the pectoral from the breast bone that was buried below all that muscle. Lisa and Daniel both moved over the collarbone and grabbed the trapezius muscles at either side of Debi’s neck as she changed her arm position to press her palms against each other, forcing the muscles to explode. Veins again began to appear, almost magically, with this effort.
Lisa and Daniel became lost the activity as they worship of Debi. Lisa explored the pectoral muscles thoroughly for what seemed like hours, flirting with the narrow strap of the dress that ran over the shoulder. She put her fingers below it and moving it about as if some muscle could hide behind the quarter inch of fabric. After some time, she saw Daniel brazenly move his hand to place it over the fabric that covered Debi’s stomach and she enthusiastically followed his example. Debi responded by putting both arms over her head to contract her abdominal muscles in a sort of sitting crunch. Although the dress’s fabric bunched loosely over her stomach, their fingers quickly found the hard shapes and ripples of the bunched musculature below. Lisa had one hand of the front abs, and the other on Debi’s oblique, as Debi twisted her position to alternate flexing the oblique on one side (for Lisa) and the other (for Daniel).
Time had stopped. Lisa became aware of sweat glistening on Debi’s flesh, and the dress she wore had begun to cling here and there as she and Daniel explored the muscle groups that Debi presented. Although the session that had spontaneously started that night had an undeniably sexual nature, they avoided typical feminine erogenous zones without any verbal exchange. Lisa wondered later how this unspoken pact was agreed upon, but she consciously decided to stop worrying about it in favor of enjoying the moment.
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Eventually, the activity began to slow. During the experience, Lisa recalled moments of clarity through the fog of the alcohol and euphoria of the hormones where she had stolen glances at Debi’s face. Debi was sometimes smiling and watching her and Daniel go through the close encounter with her marvelous body, while other times Lisa saw her moving from pose to pose with her eyes closed, apparently responding to the tactile clues presented by her worshipper’s hands to invent the next muscular demonstration. No one spoke the entire time, and Lisa had no idea how long they had spent in this impromptu activity.
Before Lisa knew it, the three of them were sitting on the couch, peering individually into space and no longer making any physical contact of significance. Debi’s breath was slowing, as she had clearly been taxed by the physicality of her role in the last several minutes, or hours, or however long that went on. Unannounced, she placed her hands on Lisa’s and Daniel’s thighs to each side and gently patted them. Remarkably, Lisa had apparently not gotten her fill of Debi’s body, as she felt a surge in her chest as she admired Debi’s strong hands on her own thigh, and she fought the temptation welling within her to put her hand on Debi’s to feel the veins and tendons that stood out on the back of her hand.
“Well, I think I know where Lisa’s motivation will come from to make it to the gym going forward.” She smiled warmly at Daniel first, then turned to Lisa and smiled even wider and flashed a wink. Lisa later wondered about the somewhat wicked sparkle that was briefly in Debi’s eyes as she said this. “I’m afraid that I have to get going after this wonderful evening.”
Lisa again tried to shake herself from the fog and sudden exhaustion that was starting to settle over her, “So soon?”
Debi laughed, “It is 1:30am. I have to get home, get some sleep, and be ready for my early morning clients in the gym tomorrow. The life of a personal trainer is relentless!”
“Are you sure you’re OK to get home?” Lisa searched her memory to remember what time they had finished dinner and moved to the couch. It seemed as if they had been on the couch for minutes with Debi. Was it really hours?
“Oh, don’t worry about me. I thoroughly enjoyed myself tonight, but I didn’t have all that much to drink. The scotch and the glass of wine was an indulgence for me, no doubt, though.”
Lisa looked at Daniel. She suddenly realized that the two of them must have had the second bottle. She also never remembered filling Debi’s glass during dinner after the first when they sat down to eat. She must have nursed that first glass all night. Debi picked up her purse and her sweater and Lisa struggled to get up to walk Debi to the front door (Daniel simply watched them go from the couch, as he seemed completely drained both physically and emotionally). Lisa stumbled, but watched Debi smoothly glide to the door in her heels, as steady as when she had arrived. She was straightening her dress over her hips and shoulders as she walked, then she proceeded to put her sweater back on.
Lisa managed to get to the door and open it for Debi, “Thank you so much for coming over. It was great to see you. I, ah, guess Daniel and I might have had a little too much to drink, though.”
Debi put her arm on Lisa’s, “Please, don’t say anything. What we all did tonight was wonderful. I have to admit that I’ve done, umm, let’s call them ‘parties’ somewhat like this many years ago. It was under different circumstances, though. I haven’t done anything like this in a while, but trust me, this was beautiful in its way. Performing for friends like this is something that I’ve never done, and it was extremely enjoyable.” She lowered her voice slightly and leaned toward Lisa, “I have to admit that I figured out very early in the evening that your husband is one of a surprisingly large number of men that very much enjoy women who are built like me. I would not have instigated anything tonight if I hadn’t gotten queues from you. Let’s think of this as a memory that you can draw from to fuel your training from now on, OK?”
Lisa nodded, and then she gave Debi a hug, “Sounds good. I’ll see you on Monday?”
“Absolutely!” Debi looked over her shoulder and projected her voice again, “Good night, Daniel. I had a wonderful time, and I look forward to getting together again sometime.”
Debi gave Lisa a devilish look, then whispered, “Soon enough, he’s not going to be able to be in the same room with you without getting weak in the knees at the mere thought of you and that body you’re going to have!”
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(Author comment...not part of the story)
The typos and formatting errors kill me now that I reread this in its posted form. Unfortunately I cannot edit to fix them, so hopefully you folks will forgive these and enjoy the story otherwise.
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Amazing story so far, top class word play. Secretely hoping there will be some domination near the end :-)
Any other stories, from this author?
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This is my only one. I do have more planned to get the story up to the "present."
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This is my only one. I do have more planned to get the story up to the "present."
Even more impressive that its your first story. It seems so realistic, the setting of the grocery store, Costco and evening dinner at home. Really nice muscle descriptions of Debi and what she's wearing. Dialogue is convincing too.
I'd like to see your well thought of adjectives to compare Lisa's body to her husband once she reaches her full potential and outmuscles him in the bedroom, that would be pretty hot. and dreaming of a twist where she becomes dominant and where's the pants while he becomes a housewife :)))
Really enjoyable story so far, keep it up!
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Lisa’s Path Part 7 (1.5 years ago)
Lisa strolled out into the gym, noticing the different faces that made up the smattering of people in the weight room. This wasn’t her normal time in the gym, so many of her friends weren’t around. She did recognize a couple of the trainers and she nodded to them as they waved at her from across the gym, but she didn’t bother to make her way over to chat with them as they were occupied with their clients at the moment. The gym had become a second home to her in the last year and a half since she had committed herself to her new lifestyle, yet it was still strangely foreign without the regulars.
Lisa didn’t see Daniel anywhere, yet, so she made her way over to a flat bench and picked up a couple twenty-five pound dumbbells to warm up with chest presses. Daniel agreed to let her dictate their circuit today, which made Lisa smile. The two of them hadn’t been in any gym together in many years, even though she had joined the gym he belonged to about three years ago. They went once together so he could show her around, but their schedules never lined up again after that. She used the weight room in that gym, but her purpose was different in those days as she sought to simply lose weight and tone her body. This present gym was the one she had switched to after agreeing to start training with Debi about a year and a half ago, and it had a much more serious weight room, even for a national chain. Daniel had joined about six months ago in an effort to get his own fitness back after years of rather weak commitment to his regimen. Lisa highly suspected that her intense discipline to follow her program and increasingly noticeable progress had catalyzed Daniel to join with her. Even though they now belonged to the same gym, Daniel’s job required that he use it in the early mornings before work, so they still never had any opportunities to work together.
He happened to have this Monday off, even though it wasn’t a holiday, so it seemed like a perfect time to try to hit the gym together. Since it wasn’t a holiday for everyone else, the late morning time must have caused the gym to be very lightly populated. That was rather nice, since she usually went in the afternoon when there were many more people. She and Daniel shouldn’t have too much trouble getting on whatever equipment they wanted, and that could be a true luxury compared to the afternoon.
“Don’t tire yourself out already,” came Daniel’s voice off to the right. Lisa completed her last repetition with the dumbbells and sat up. She hadn’t counted her reps, but her mind judged that she must have done more than twenty or so. She sat up without dropping the light weights and returned them to their spot on the rack.
“No worries, I was just waiting for you. Are you OK starting with bench today? I usually like to do that first since it is a multi-joint lift and I don’t like to be too tired when I do it.”
“Sounds good.”
The two of them made their way to the benches at the far end of the gym. There were a couple college-aged guys working on one of them, but the area was otherwise quiet. Daniel laid down and started to warm up with the empty bar, completing about fifteen repetitions easily to get his joints warmed up.
“What weight do you want to start with,” he said as he placed the bar back.
“I’m ready to jump in today, can you throw on the thirty-fives?”
Daniel gave her a bit of a surprised look, raising his eyebrows in a way that questioned this as a starting weight for her, but he didn’t say anything and proceeded to mount a thirty-five pound plate on one end of the Olympic bar. He knew that she knew what she was doing here, since she was at the gym five to six times a week these days. Lisa took care of the other side. Daniel walked to the spotter’s position at her head while she sat at the end of the bench and swung her arms in wide arcs to get the blood flowing. She exhaled as part of her pre-lift ritual and absently looked in the mirror. She caught sight of the two college guys on the other bench noticing her as she laid herself down on the bench. She saw Daniel glance briefly in their direction before focusing his attention on her as she found her grip on the bar.
Lisa easily lifted the weight from the rests and felt the familiar resistance of the one-hundred and five pounds against her palms. She lifted her heels up to the bench to ensure that her lower back stayed down, and then lowered the weight smoothly to touch her chest. She paused the bar for a short moment on her chest to feel the stretch and then exhaled lightly as she pressed the bar back up. Daniel had bent over and readied his hands around the bar to assist with the first two or three reps, but he eventually stood up and brought his hands to his hips as he watched her complete ten repetitions quickly and with so little apparent strain that it was clear she was not going to need any help with this first set. Lisa returned the bar to the rests and sat up.
The college guys had paused to watch, but quickly returned to their own workout when Lisa made brief eye contact with them. She stood up and could read Daniel’s expression clearly enough. He was impressed.
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“OK, I hadn’t expected that today, that’s for sure. You’ve clearly made some huge progress.” He looked her over as if he truly saw the progress she had made for the first time. Lisa admitted that while she was definitely aware of both the significant strength gains she had made from her intense work out sessions and the added muscle that went with it, she really didn’t have any perspective other than comparing herself to Debi. The mass that she had gained on her upper body had been most definitely been noticed by the muscle connoisseur that Daniel was (he often enjoyed exploring these changes at very close range), but the strength gains were something she hadn’t really discussed much with Daniel so he had no idea until this moment how strong she really was.
“Impressed? I guess I hadn’t mentioned what I was lifting nowadays.”
“No, you haven’t, and yes, I am very impressed. This workout we have ahead of us might be a little different than what I had in mind today.”
Lisa smiled, “Maybe. Well, let’s get on with this then. I’m feeling pretty good now.”
Daniel went around to the bench and took his position. They didn’t discuss changing the weight. He just took the bar and proceeded to also complete ten repetitions, without any visible strain, and then he put the bar back.
“That is what I normally warm up with as well. I didn’t think we’d be lifting head-to-head today. What weight do you want next?”
“Usually I’d go to one-thirty-five for my second set, but I’m thinking that I might want to try for a max today. I’ve never actually tried to max-out. Are you interested?”
Daniel smiled, although she sensed a touch of concern in his eyes, “I don’t know about me, but whatever you want to do.”
“Alright, let’s put on one-fifty-five.”
Daniel complied and replaced the thirty-five pound plate with the larger forty-five pound plate, and then he added a ten pound plate on his side while Lisa took care of the other. He took his position as her spotter once again. Lisa sat on the end of the bench and focused. She had done one-fifty-five before with Debi as a third set, and she completed ten repetitions with help on the last three reps, but that was three weeks ago. They actually hadn’t done flat benches in a while, as Debi had them focusing on dumbbell exercises only recently. She leaned back on the bench, again put her heels up to protect her form, and took the weight. The bar’s feel on her palms was a bit less than she anticipated, which she instantly recognized as a sign that she was going to have a very good day. She periodically felt this sensation when she would have a breakthrough workout on an exercise to take a step up from a plateau. She lowered the weight to touch her chest and exhaled more strongly this time as she pushed it up. It seemed to float up toward the ceiling. She pounded out five reps only, with surprising ease, and replaced the bar with Daniel’s assistance to ensure it went safely in place. She felt the blood pumping through her chest, shoulders, and triceps as she sat up.
“Very nice,” said Daniel, “you barely struggled with that.”
“I’m feeling pretty good today. It must be from having you here…I’m inspired to lift.”
“I’m happy to help. I definitely don’t think I’m up for a max-out today. This is my normal second set.” Daniel took his spot on the bench, and he proceeded to complete eight reps with the weight, although Lisa saw the strain on the eighth rep even though he finished without a spot.
“Nice work, honey. Can you take it up to one-ninety-five?” Lisa was excited. The heaviest benching she had ever done was one-eighty-five with Debi two weeks ago as a fourth set. She had completed two, and Debi had helped to do two more. That was after a full series of sets though, and she recalled how much of a factor fatigue was. She was saving herself this time around to see what she could do.
“I can. We’ll have to tear this back down for my third set, though.” Daniel took off the ten pound plate and added a twenty-five pound plate, then put a five pound plate on the outside. He looked at the bar then looked at Lisa, “You’re sure?”
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Lisa had never had this much on the bar. She had never actually tried to max out before, as Debi and she typically focused on the planned workout program on a given day. This was a bit like goofing off, but she was enjoying it.
“I think I’ll be fine with this…be ready, though.” Lisa took her place on the bench and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Before getting her mind focused, she saw Daniel peering over at the college guys, who had stopped what they were doing and were watching her. She blocked them out, exhaled strongly, and leaned back onto the bench. She placed her hands on the bar, closed her eyes to mentally feel the weight and picture it moving up to the ceiling in her press. She lifted it off with Daniel’s help this time. Strangely, she could feel the oscillations in the bar from the slightly bounding weight on each side as she held it for a moment. She inhaled sharply and began to lower the weight in a fast but controlled manner. The moment the bar touched her chest she put everything she had into the press and exhaled. The bar shot up until her arms were extended. Daniel helped rack it again.
“Amazing. That was way easier than I expected!”
“I’m extremely impressed. I think you could have done several reps with that.” Daniel took off some of the weight and dropped it to one-seventy-five, perhaps a bit sheepishly. “Let me get in my third set while you recover.”
Lisa took her spot at the head of the bench, exhilarated with her performance. She had expected to struggle with that weight. She watched as Daniel managed five reps with one-seventy-five, and she helped him complete a sixth and seventh before assisting with racking the bar. Daniel was winded.
As he was taking off some of the weight from his set, he asked her, “Well, what do you think?”
“I don’t really know. I thought that one-ninety-five would be much harder. You think I could do two-fifteen?” That number sounded ridiculous as it came out of her mouth.
Daniel shrugged, “The way you put up the one-ninety-five makes me think you have a shot at two-twenty-five for one rep. I really think you could do that.”
That was a milestone weight for anyone who lifts with free weights. Two hundred and twenty-five was two of the big forty-five pound plates on each side of the bar. Even if you were a newcomer to a gym and didn’t know how much anything weighed, it would look like a serious amount to lift. Two hundred and twenty-five pounds was usually the divider between most of the casual people in the gym and the seriously strong people, even when only considering the men. The thought that she might belong in the latter category, as a woman, was surreal. She was electrified, though.
“OK, let’s do it. Put the other plate on.”
The bar was imposing once it was loaded. She routinely squatted this much, but on the bench it looked completely different. She decided to take off her outer t-shirt, because it suddenly felt like it was in the way and it might restrict her ability to make this lift, even though her rational mind said this was unlikely. She had a sports bra and a sleeveless shirt below, and she seemed to see the mass on her shoulders and chest for the first time as she caught sight of herself in the mirror walking around the bench. She was not at all in a class with Debi, as she lacked the otherworldly size and definition of her professional bodybuilder’s physique, but she could now see how her own chest bulged from her pectoral muscles, which were currently even more pumped from the bench pressing. Perhaps all that time in Debi’s presence in the gym had affected her sense of perception of the changes that had taken place in her own body. She studied her body almost daily, and yet she had apparently failed to really see the progress she had made. She noticed how her trapezius and deltoid muscles protruded as she took her reflection in, once again not in the dramatic manner of a conditioned bodybuilder, but certainly in a manner that exceptional on a woman’s frame. She was still smaller overall than Daniel, although she shockingly realized in that moment that she may very well be stronger than he was. Her head spun for a moment as her perception of herself completely changed in that instant.
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She collected herself and breathed deeply at the end of the bench. She was no longer looking in the mirror and was concentrating on the weight behind her. As she lowered herself to the bench, she decided not to bring her feet up, even if it allowed her form to break as she attempted this weight. She found her grip as she had done so many times before, and took another series of deep breaths. She knew Daniel was there at her head, but she didn’t see him. There was only the bar.
She counted down from three and Daniel’s hands appeared in her view to help lift the bar from the rests, but then he let go. She took the full weight and could feel how different it was from anything she had attempted before. The steel bar seemed to flop on either side of her grip from the ninety pound load hanging on each side of the bar bounced in reaction to the short motion from the bench rests to her static hold position. She held and collected herself for the next movement, and she could actually visually perceive the movement of the weights in her peripheral vision. She inhaled quickly and deeply and allowed the weight to move down to her chest. The moment it touched her chest she exploded with all that she had to push it back up. Where the last weight seemed to simply fly away from her toward the ceiling, this one did the same only in the first instant before hitting the dreaded sticking point where it seemed to pause. She refused to allow the weight to start coming back toward her and put even more into overcoming it. Daniel’s hands were there, but they did not touch the bar as it continued to move away from her ever so slowly. She fought, feeling her chest begin to catch on fire from the quickly building lactic acid and her arms began to wobble from the strain. She pushed, and the wobble worsened, but the weight kept moving. She felt her lower back lift a bit from the bench as she cheated slightly, but she didn’t care as the weight continued to move. She pushed, seemingly forever, to overcome the midpoint of the press, and the bar kept moving in response. As she could sense the move through the sticking zone, she knew she had it, and the bar started to speed up. Her arms were still wobbling, but she continued to apply the force needed to move the weight. Eventually, she could feel her elbows approach a locking position that would signify the completed lift and that goal became her entire world. She dumped the last bit of energy that she had in reserve for that last couple of inches. She was screaming in her head, but she made no outward noise. Daniel dutifully kept his hands away from the bar as she slowly won the battle with gravity, although she was ready to yell at him if he made a move to touch the bar. Gloriously, a moment later, her arms locked and the feat was done. Immediately she wanted to yell for Daniel to take the weight but before she could bring the words to her lips he had grabbed the bar and pulled it back against the stops. She released and let it fall into place and then she let her arms fall.
Surprisingly, she heard applause begin around her. There was a crowd of about ten people that had taken positions in a circle about the bench watching her perform the lift. The college guys, the trainers and their clients, some older women, and Daniel were all clapping and congratulating her on completing the impressive feat. She noticed a bit more subtle involuntary congratulatory salute from Daniel that he quickly disguised by putting one leg up on the bench, while his face took on a bit of color.
“I’ve never seen anything like that before from a chick,” said one of the college guys, admiring her.
“Nice work, Lisa, you’ve come an awfully long way working with Debi this last year. Great job!” said one of the trainers as he patted her on the back. His female client stood behind him but said nothing, although she had a look of complete incredulity on her face as she looked at the weight on the bar behind Lisa.
Slowly, the people milled away from the bench and Lisa and Daniel were once again “alone” in the gym. Daniel came around and kissed her.
“That was quite a sight. I had absolutely no idea that you had gotten to be this strong. I don’t really know what to say.” He seemed to have recovered from the obvious excitement of the moment before, Lisa noticed. “I’ve obviously noticed all the progress you’ve made from home, but this is just something else. I know that I couldn’t have done that. You’re in a completely different class from me in this gym.”
“Thanks, babe. You don’t mind being married to a wife that is this strong, I hope,” she bit off the phrase ‘a wife that is stronger than you’ at the last minute. Daniel’s predilection for muscular women was very clear by this point, but Lisa suddenly felt the palpable difference now that the status between the two of them was so clearly evident. Up to this moment, those women have always been ‘other’ women or mostly fantasy, where the reality of his own wife possessing such clearly demonstrated physical superiority might be an altogether different matter.
“I guess I’ll have to be alright with it.” He lowered his voice, “I never thought I’d actually be married to a woman who could do something like that. It was always just, like, fantasy before. But now…I don’t know.”
Daniel looked suddenly sheepish, “I have to admit that I didn’t think you’d really be able to bench that weight. I know that I can’t do it, and I’m pretty sure I couldn’t even do two-fifteen. I suggested that two-twenty-five almost hoping that you’d not be able to do it, and then you’d be too tired to go back and do the two-fifteen either. I don’t know why I did that, but all of a sudden, when I saw you put up the one-ninety-five, some part of me got really…I don’t know, nervous, I guess, that you might actually be stronger than me. I didn’t expect it, and I don’t know where this feeling comes from. I’m really sorry about that...but you really got back at me without even knowing that I was working against you in that moment. I feel terrible.”
Lisa understood. Daniel was suddenly faced with a very emasculating situation for which he was completely unaware. “Oh…don’t worry about that. I didn’t expect this either. It is kind of a lot to process at the moment for me too.”
“But, that’s my issue. I’m proud of you, and I’m incredibly impressed with what you’ve accomplished in the last few years. I also admit that it is really, really sexy at the same time.” He lowered his voice to a whisper and leaned closer, “Being around Debi was almost scary, to be so close all that power in her body, even though it was such a turn-on. Maybe it is the same thing. Now that I’m going to feel that around you, all the time, I’m going to have to figure out how to deal with it.” Debi watched Daniel’s gaze drop down to her chest and arms, she looked in the mirror and admired the power hidden in that muscle that she could now clearly see wrapped around her feminine frame.
“What do you say we head over to the squat rack?”
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Oh my God, madsoam. You actually have REAL relationship psychology in this! You have no clue how happy that really makes me. Every single story is either "I have muscles, now let's fuck", or "I have muscles, you're no longer relevant to the story", or "I have muscles, and now you die". And it all goes into the fact that you're doing a great job in writing this. It's realistic, but at the same time a wish fulfillment scenario that can hint at (pardon the pun) bigger and better things.
Keep it up, and don't burn yourself out on it, okay? I'd like to see this through to the end, like we all would.
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I prefer stories that take their time to develop instead of rushing from one end to the other but at the same time do not forget to embellish details on the muscles. This is precisely such a story, and what makes it better is that the characters are believable, the dialogue is engaging, and the writer is good at creating a sensual atmosphere without going overboard.
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I'm glad people are enjoying the story. I have a few more scenes (perhaps vignettes would be the better term) in mind that I plan to write before I wrap it up. I've gone this far, so I do plan to finish it. (To start naming the chapters with a temporal countdown yet not hit the final chapter in a sort of present would be some kind of major failure on my part, no doubt.) My apologies for the long delay before getting out the "Debi encounter" chapter (Part 6)...it was due to a writer's block to put the situation together in a way that I felt was at least a little plausible given the character development to that point, even it was admittedly a pretty unlikely thing to happen to anyone in the real world.
Most of my motivation is simply to put together a story that tries to capture a semi-realistic angle and a unique perspective on this whole female muscle thing that I haven't come across in any stories written by others. The complex factors that must drive these women to pursue this unorthodox lifestyle are endlessly fascinating to me, but there isn't much material out there that covers it to my satisfaction.
Stay tuned for the parts yet to come...
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This is a great story. I appreciate the attention to detail and how you are cultivating the story. With that said, hurry up and finish it! lol.
Thanks for sharing your work.
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I can't believe I'm this hooked on the story, waiting for the next chapter like the next lord of the rings movie lol its that good...
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Wow, it is flattering to have fans. Trust me, I am working on it...although it is still only about half done. I need to steal more time here and there to complete it, though.
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Lisa’s Path Part 8 (1 year ago)
Lisa touched up her lipstick as she looked in the hotel’s bathroom mirror. Her hair was down tonight, which felt odd because she realized she nearly always had it up in a ponytail in recent months. She liked being dressed up, though, since it was so rare that she and Daniel got dressed up for anything. Putting her hair down made it seem like even more of a special occasion.
She caught a glimpse of Daniel through the cracked bathroom door as he tied his tie in the mirror. He wasn’t feeling well tonight, but they had gone to the trouble to travel back to the Midwest for her ten year high school reunion and he was determined to go tonight even though he was fighting an illness he had picked up. They weren’t sure if it was a bug or maybe food poisoning from the dinner they had in the airport two days ago. He claimed to be feeling better today, but Lisa wondered if he was just putting on a brave face. His skin looked a bit pale to her, but he refused to stay back in the hotel and wanted to go with her tonight.
Lisa’s parents had moved from Indianapolis, Indiana shortly after she had graduated from high school, so she not been back here since that last summer following graduation a little over ten years ago. She and Daniel had settled in California after he completed graduate school and got a job in the tech industry. She admitted to herself that she was a bit nervous to see all those people from high school, but that nervousness was mixed with excitement. She hadn’t seen most of these people since graduation, with a few exceptions over the years. She stood back from the mirror and studied her overall appearance, trying to assess herself as an old acquaintance would see her after so many years. They would get quite a surprise when they saw her now, she thought.
She was wearing a rather simple black dress that strapped around her neck. It tapered to her waist and flared out ever so slightly before ending just at her knees. The dress seemed so simple on her now, but Lisa recalled how much effort it was to find something that would work for her. She quickly realized about three months ago that nothing in her closet would fit on her present physique, so she had shopped for a new dress for nearly a month before finding something that might suffice. After finally selecting this dress, she went straight to a tailor for help. She remembered how the tailor’s eyes had bulged when she first took off her coat in his shop and he saw her muscular build, and how he couldn’t stop talking about how he had never had to fit a dress to a woman like her. He had often sighed audibly as he tackled the job, and mentioned that he was so very happy that the dress was sleeveless and off her shoulders, because he doubted he could have come up with anything to fit her there. She had wisely purchased this dress as a size 9 off the rack so it would have enough material to fit around the width of her chest and back, but it hung terribly over the rest of her body. She recalled humorously how the tailor didn’t know what to call her lats when he took her measurements. She could tell that her wide back presented the primary challenge to him as he worked to get the dress to lay favorably on her frame as he pulled and poked her in the regions below her arms for nearly thirty minutes. His frustration mounted when, after believing that he had the dress pinned just perfectly while she stood still, he found that that he hadn’t allowed enough room as she began to move and her muscles would flex and strain the pins and fabric. He told her that he had never encountered that phenomenon before in his years tailoring dresses for women, but he had dutifully set himself to redo everything and spent another forty-five minutes trying to solve that problem. The dress was much easier to fit below her waist, fortunately. It was taken in dramatically at her narrow waist, but the fabric was sufficient to make room for her powerful lower body without too much trouble. The tailor was more accustomed to working a dress over a woman’s lower body, and he was able to arrive at a solution very quickly.
She was very pleased with her appearance tonight. Her shoulders and chest were prominently displayed, and the dress’s straps met behind her neck so her traps were still nicely featured as well. She looked at the cleft between her pecs that traced from her collar bones down to the top of the dress where a normal woman would display more conventional cleavage (she had little of that to show-off, but her weight training gave what she felt was still plenty to look at). She liked how the pectoral muscle tie-in to her deltoids was clearly visible with this cut, which had been what drew her to this dress since that was one of her favorite anatomical features and what she really wanted to show-off. In the last six months, she had noticed that a thick vein constantly stood out in this location on both shoulders, even when she was relaxed, and she admired it briefly in the mirror. She put one hand on her hip and watched her deltoid ripple below her skin and the bulge of her triceps become visible. She admired the veins that were always prominent around her forearms as they wrapped over the underlying muscle down to wind over the hand on her hip. Her bare lat peeked out from below her arm as the dress was modified to wrap around them near the lowest point of connection, ultimately allowing the dress to expose everything from her mid back upward to her shoulders. A woman with a more conventional physique would have needed a complex bra to provide support with this cut without exposing straps across the open back, but she was able to get away with simple built-in padding in the chest (to achieve enough decency to appear in public) without any real need to support anything.
The muscles of her quads were only barely visible above her knees, obscured by the length of the dress’s hem, but her calves looked fantastic to her. She couldn’t see them in the bathroom mirror, but she admired them for a moment by simply looking down. Like her forearms, the veins in her calves were always prominent, regardless of exertion. They snaked over her shins and around the bulging muscles that were tightly balled due to the three inch high heeled shoes that she wore.
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Lisa quickly glanced through the crack in the bathroom door again to see if Daniel could see her and found that he wasn’t there. Unable to resist the temptation, she quickly raised her arms into a double front biceps pose and felt the familiar electricity as she took in her appearance (she did this several times per day in the last six months, as it had become a nearly involuntary compulsion when she was in front of a mirror to sneak a flex so that she could admire herself). Her biceps looked fantastic, standing out large, round, and peaked. The sight of herself in that dress, with her hair and make-up complete, showing off her hard-earned body, was simply surreal. She never imagined that she would look like this, and thought back strangely of how she would have reacted back when she was in high school if she would have seen an image of herself ten years later looking like she did right now. What would all those people that she knew from that time think of her now? She couldn’t begin to guess what kind of impact she was about to have, but she was thrilled at the thought of it.
Daniel saw her walk out of the bathroom, “Wow. You look amazing! I haven’t see you that dressed-up in a long time.”
“Thanks, hon. You look pretty sharp yourself.” Lisa walked up to him and stood next to him and they both looked at themselves in the mirror. Daniel was still a few inches taller than her, even with the heels on. He looked very good in his dark suit, since he didn’t dress up much himself. Lisa knew all the eyes would be on her, since they both had noticed in the last year or so that anytime she exposed her muscles in public she drew a lot of attention from everyone. She typically enjoyed the attention, and Daniel stressed to her that he didn’t mind it either, as he was proud to have people see him with such a beautiful, strong woman. Lisa didn’t often compare herself to her husband, since their relative size and strengths were ultimately unimportant to her, but she couldn’t help but remark to herself how powerful she looked next to him. Her muscles seemed enhanced by the ultra-feminine dress, hair, and make-up, while Daniel’s suit had the illusion of making him more slender. His current illness seemed to sap even more strength from his presence to exacerbate the difference between them.
“I bet it is going to get chilly tonight. I better grab my shawl.” Lisa grabbed a red cover-up that she had selected to go with her dress in a pinch in the event that the Indiana early fall weather might be chillier than what she was accustomed to these last four years in California. The shawl managed to de-emphasize her powerful muscles, at least to anyone who saw them from a distance. Perhaps it really would get chilly, but she admitted to herself that she wanted the accessory in the event that the attention was just too much this evening.
When they arrived at her old high school, she was greeted with a flood of memories. The school looked the same, although some of the landscaping had changed and the trees had grown. It was good to be back, and she had a sudden swell of emotion and eagerness to reconnect with old friends. Daniel and Lisa headed through the front door and made their way toward the sound of music from the gym. Lisa had followed the announcements about the reunion that were sent from the old student council members that were tasked with arranging these reunions, and they had all decided to go ahead and hold this event in the school simply for the nostalgia, rather than a more upscale banquet hall location. Lisa felt in these moments walking through the halls that they had made the right choice.
The two of them arrived at a line outside the gymnasium. Lisa instantly started recognizing classmates, although their names were often just out of reach to her as if she had a sudden memory block. Perhaps she was nervous. She held her cover over her shoulders with one hand and Daniel’s hand with another. A couple of people talked to each other in line, but many of the couples were quietly waiting. Lisa caught looks in her direction, and quick stolen glances at her calves (the only part of her body that was clearly visible) before the lookers turned back to talk to their companions. This was alright, she had grown very familiar with this sort of thing, and it was fully expected.
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They reached the front of the line and met a cheerful woman sitting in front of a large book containing a list of names. Just to her right were rows of name tags.
“Hi there…wait a minute, I’ll get it…Lisa! Lisa…Bradly, correct?”
Lisa was impressed. “You got it. I’m impressed you recognized me.”
The woman smiled, “I’ve been studying yearbooks for the last several months. It’s me, Wendy Smith. Since I was the class secretary on the student council, they stuck me out here greeting, registering people, and handing out name tags. The bright side is that I get to see everyone first!”
“Wendy, it is good to see you again. This is my husband, Daniel. Our last name is Turner now.”
“It is nice to meet you, Daniel.” She turned her attention to her book, “Umm…ah, there you are…and here are your name tags. I hope you two have a good time tonight. Thanks for coming back for the reunion.” Lisa saw Wendy’s eyebrows go up slightly as she caught sight of Lisa’s muscular, veined forearm that became exposed when she reached out to take the name tags. Wendy’s eyes quickly tracked up Lisa’s arm (which was covered above the elbow by the shawl) and then passed over Lisa’s dress, stopping briefly at her shoulders and arms. Lisa wondered if she was being paranoid, and Wendy didn’t make any other outward sign of her impression from the quick survey as she quickly returned her glance to make eye contact with Lisa and flashed a last smile at the two of them before moving to greet the couple in line behind them.
Lisa and Daniel took their cue to move on into the gymnasium.
“I think she was impressed by you.” Daniel whispered to her as he affixed the name take to his lapel.
“Oh, I don’t know. She probably gives everyone a quick once-over when they arrive. Part of the fun is seeing how much people have changed, right?”
Daniel smiled a bit and made an unintelligible sound as he moved into the gymnasium.
There were tables with table cloths and centerpieces set-up around the gym, and there were already several people conversing in small seated and standing groups. There was a wet bar in the corner (impressive that they arranged to serve alcohol in a school, Lisa thought), and there was a dance floor and a DJ on the stage. It looked humorously like a high school formal dance, which Lisa and Daniel both laughed about.
“Well, this feels really familiar now!” said Lisa.
They made their way to the bar. Daniel ordered himself ice water and a glass of cabernet for Lisa. She remarked that he wasn’t drinking, but he responded that his stomach wasn’t feeling up to it. Lisa was grateful for the wine to steady her nerves, and she savored the first sip since she had not been drinking very much in recent months in an effort to lean down a bit…after all, she was putting so much effort into her training that she wanted to see the effects. Tonight was a special occasion, though, and she didn’t restrict herself.
Lisa and Daniel found a table and she set down her purse. Before long, they were greeted by a familiar voice behind them.
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“Lisa, is that you?”
Lisa turned around at the sound of her name and instantly recognized her old friend, “Rebecca, how are you doing?” Lisa leaned in to give Rebecca a light hug, and Rebecca did the same. Lisa felt Rebecca’s hands on her shoulders, and she felt the hands explore her deltoids ever so slightly as Rebecca straightened with an expression of quizzical surprise at the unexpected discovery. Rebecca looked at Lisa with a strange, crooked smile, then turned to extend her hand to Daniel.
“Hi, Lisa and I are old friends from American history class. I’m Rebecca and this is my husband Stephen.”
“I’m Daniel, it is very nice to meet you.” Daniel shook both of their hands.
“So, Lisa, what have you been up to since graduating? You bolted out of Indianapolis after that first summer and we haven’t been in touch at all.” Rebecca glanced at Lisa’s shoulders suspiciously and then leaned back to scan all the way down to her shoes, pausing briefly on Lisa’s calves and raising her eyebrows much like Wendy did at the registration table. “It looks like you are taking good care of yourself.”
Lisa smiled, “Well, yes, I guess I have been. I’m an elementary school teacher out in San Jose, California. Daniel and I moved out there when he took a job after finishing grad school.”
Rebecca gave Daniel a nod of approval, “Ah, an educated man. Very good.” She turned back to Lisa and crossed her arms, “OK, you can’t hide under that wrap anymore. You’ve clearly got some hobbies out there on the West Coast, don’t you? Let’s see it.”
Lisa’s cheeks colored slightly, “Well, yeah…OK. I guess I’ve been working out a bit in the last few years.” This wasn’t exactly how she intended to make her first impression, but she guessed it was as good as any other. She set her wine glass down on the table and let the shawl fall back from her shoulders to expose her upper body.
Both Rebecca’s and Stephen’s jaws dropped as they took in Lisa’s now unveiled physique. “Holy cow girl, you’re amazing! Look at those muscles…wow. Are you some kind of bodybuilder, or something?” Rebecca reached toward Lisa and tentatively placed her hand on Lisa’s right triceps. Lisa felt a sudden urge to flex at the touch, but then resisted, feeling that it was somehow too overt of an action in the present situation. Rebecca didn’t linger very long, but she was clearly impressed. Her eyes were taking in as much as she could. Her husband did the same.
“Well, you might win the award for the most dramatically changed person to arrive tonight. I doubt anyone could top this bod of yours. Most of us left school and got fat.” Rebecca said, then she turned to Stephen, “Honey, I think you’re using that gym membership of yours wrong, you should let Lisa show you what to do when you go there, because she clearly knows what she’s doing.”
Stephen didn’t really respond to the comment. His expression was a bit less positive, as Lisa could pick up the subtle signs of negativity coming from him, but he masked it well.
Again, she had no issue with this, as she completely understood how women with such pronounced muscularity were not to everyone’s taste.
Lisa didn’t really know how to respond, even though this was pretty much the expected reaction for tonight. She decided that this was pretty much a compliment from Rebecca,
“Thanks. I don’t completely think of myself as a bodybuilder, per se, but I’ll admit that’s pretty much what I’ve been doing these last couple years.”
“Umm, I’ll say,” interjected Rebecca.
“Yeah. I met a woman who was a pro bodybuilder and started working out with her. I kinda got hooked, and well…” Lisa put her arms out and let her powerful figure finish the sentence for her.
Rebecca scanned her again, “I think you look great. It certainly is a unique look, I’ll say that.” She turned to Daniel, and Lisa braced herself for whatever comment was about to go his way, “I bet you need to watch what you say around the house, don’t you?”
Daniel smiled, “Nah, Lisa’s a pussycat. Don’t the muscle fool you, she’s still the lovely wife I married eight years ago.”
“Ah, that’s nice.”
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The four of them were soon interrupted by the DJ’s music and their conversation lost distinct momentum in the following minutes. Rebecca and Stephen wandered off to mingle with others and Lisa and Daniel had a seat.
“How are you feeling?” Lisa asked.
“Oh, I’m fine. I was prepared for any number of those sorts of comments tonight. It isn’t any problem. It comes with the territory having a sexy wife like you.”
Lisa smiled at him, “Ah, honey, that’s nice of you. I was wondering if you’re still not feeling well, though.”
Daniel put on a brave smile. “I’m hanging in for now, but my headache is getting worse. My stomach doesn’t feel all that great, either.”
Just then, Lisa felt a presence over her shoulder. She turned and saw two women who she recognized immediately, accompanied by a tall man just behind them.
Lisa felt her face light up, “Emily! Quinn! I’m so happy you’re both here tonight.” She stood up to give each of them a warm hug.
“Lisa, it’s great to see you again,” said the smaller blonde woman, Emily, as she embraced her. “We saw you come in, and although you looked familiar we weren’t sure it was you. You’ve changed quite a bit.”
“I suppose I have. This is my husband, Daniel. We met in college.”
Daniel stood and shook hands warmly with Emily and Quinn, “Very nice to meet you both.” Lisa noticed Daniel had lost a bit more color in his cheeks. He looked miserable.
“Emily and Quinn were two very good friends of mine in junior high and high school, although they started running around with a more popular crowd in high school when they became cheerleaders,” Lisa explained to Daniel. Lisa noticed that both of them were still clearly taking good care of themselves as well, and they were as attractive as they were in their high school days, although they each pulled this off quite differently.
Emily Anderson wore a short yellow dress that showed off her petite figure, emphasizing her still athletic-looking legs from years of gymnastics. Most of kids through the years generally agreed that Emily had the most muscular legs of anyone in the school, which Lisa thought might have been right at least up to high school when many of the boys had started hitting the weights for sports. Emily never paid this much mind, but Lisa knew she was secretly pretty self-conscious of her appearance until she became a cheerleader and her physicality started to pay off in a more generally accepted social way amongst high school kids. Emily had always been a fantastic athlete, and as a cheerleader her fitness and small size usually meant that she was featured in most of the tosses and lifts. She became the virtual face of the cheerleading squad. Her muscles were less pronounced now, and her body had more womanly curves, but the foundation of her athletic background could still clearly be seen to someone who know what they were looking for. Her golden hair cascaded loosely over her shoulders, much like she preferred to wear it years ago, and she had only simple jewelry accents. Lisa didn’t see any wedding ring.
Quinn Mendoza was a sharp contrast to Emily. She still had an exotic beauty to her (thanks to her Pilipino father and Japanese mother). She was wearing a more elegant, and likely expensive, burgundy dress that hugged her figure down nearly to her ankles, and it was obviously chosen to emphasize some curves that were new to Lisa with a low scooped front that featured prominent surgically enhanced breasts. Lisa wondered how long ago she had gotten those, considering Quinn was never very well-endowed in high school and often joked about it amongst her friends. Quinn also had a very expensive-looking diamond pendant necklace, huge diamond earrings that were accentuated by an elaborate hairstyle that pulled her hair away from her shoulders, and an enormous diamond in her wedding ring.
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Quinn said, “It is nice to meet you, Daniel. I couldn’t get my husband to come tonight. He travels pretty frequently and had a trip this weekend. I came out here alone when I heard that a few other friends would be coming without dates. Hey, do you remember Patrick Conners?” The taller man that came to the table with Quinn and Emily stepped forward. Lisa recognized him, of course…everyone would have recognized him.
“I do. How are you, Patrick?” Patrick was the prototypical alpha male in high school. He was a captain of the football team and he lead the team to a state championship his junior year, and only failed to get a second championship in his senior year due to a goal line fumble by the running back in the state championship. He was tall and very handsome then, and he still was today. Patrick had broad shoulders and dark brown hair. He filled out his suit in a way that Lisa suspected most men would envy, although she noticed through his unbuttoned jacket that he had a small hint of a belly forming. A classic former athlete issue she joked to herself.
“Lisa Bradly, it is great to see you again. I’m doing well,” said Patrick.
“It’s Turner now. I’m kind of surprised you remember me. We had a couple classes together but we didn’t know each other very well. I’m impressed. This is my husband Daniel.” Lisa had barely said two words to Patrick in school. They ran in different social circles in high school, although her two cheerleading friends knew him well due to their close affiliations with the football team over the years. In fact, he and Quinn had dated for a short while.
Quinn stepped in, “He’s cheating, we already said your name when we finally recognized you from over there. Patrick is stag tonight, so he’s tagging along with us for now.” Quinn sat down at the table and Emily did the same.
Patrick didn’t sit, “I was going to get a drink for Quinn and Emily, can I get you guys anything?” Lisa requested another glass of wine, while Daniel passed. Patrick left for the bar.
Lisa began to chat with Emily and Quinn. Patrick returned with the drinks and they began to reminisce about old times in school. Emily was divorced and still living in Indianapolis, and Quinn was married to an extremely successful corporate attorney living in New York City. Patrick lived in Chicago and was an assistant marketing director for the Chicago Bears football team, which earned him a fair bit of buzz amongst those at the table. Lisa filled them in a bit on her last ten years, and they asked a few reserved questions about her bodybuilding hobby, but the table seemed to avoid the topic, interestingly. The conversation had a strangely fragmented and awkward nature that Lisa attributed to the different social histories of each person. Daniel was silent most of the time.
During a lull, when Patrick went to get another round of drinks, Lisa turned to Daniel, “How are you doing? You seem pretty quiet.”
“I’m feeling terrible. I don’t know how much longer I can hang out tonight.”
“OK, I can get my things together and we can head back to the hotel.”
“No, I’d feel even worse having to make you leave your reunion early. Why don’t we see if you can get a ride back with someone? I can head back to the hotel to go to bed.”
“Hmm. I don’t know. I don’t want you to leave alone.” Lisa did kind of want to stay, but Daniel looked like her really had to go.
Emily touched Lisa’s hand, “I can give you a ride. I have to drive home tonight anyway, so it isn’t any problem. Daniel, I’m sorry you’re not feeling well…what terrible timing to get sick.”
Daniel nodded, “Thanks so much.” He stood slowly and waved to the table, “It was really a pleasure to meet you guys tonight. I’m sorry I have to head out so early, but unfortunately I’m just not feeling well. Enjoy catching up with each other tonight.”
The table exchanged their wishes for him to recover and said goodbye. Lisa walked him to the door but he told her not to come out to the car. He gave her a peck on the cheek and then headed out. Lisa returned to the table and the conversation picked up again.
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A while later, after the alcohol seemed to kick in, the group’s conversation loosened up. Other old friends and acquaintances swung by the table to chat with Patrick and Quinn, mostly, but the group hung together. Lisa didn’t completely understand why they didn’t break up to mingle more, but she was enjoying herself.
Out of nowhere, Quinn turned to her after a couple minutes of conversing with Patrick about something Lisa couldn’t hear, and she raised the question on the topic she had expected to dominate all of the discussions tonight, yet this group had strangely avoided until now, “So, how did you get into all this muscle building, Lisa?” It must have been the alcohol. Emily and Patrick also turned to her, clearly interested in the new topic.
Lisa felt her cheeks color again. “Well, I don’t really know. It happened kind of gradually. I started working out when I joined a gym about three years ago just to try to get in better shape, you know, and I really enjoyed it. Then, about six months after I joined, I met this woman named Debi that was a professional bodybuilder and she invited me to switch to her gym and do a few weight training sessions with her, since she was a trainer there. We became pretty good friends and I started to really like really lifting weights with her. You know, not just resistance training to tone up but really lifting. I got into the goal-oriented nature of it and really enjoyed trying to get stronger and stronger. Eventually, I stopped working with her as a trainer, and we actually became workout partners where we’d meet five days a week.”
“Wow, I couldn’t imagine going to the gym that often. I go just because I have to, and I can’t wait to get out of there every time. That’s only three days a week, too! You didn’t mind starting to get those big muscles, though?” asked Quinn.
“No, I really enjoyed that part as well. When I began lifting with Debi, I started to notice the muscle almost immediately, because I really started adopting her bodybuilding program. I actually really like the muscles, and I loved watching my body change.”
Emily spoke up, “Does Daniel mind how your body has changed?”
Lisa smiled, suddenly wondering how much she should say with Daniel not here. He’d likely not see any of these people again, “Oh no, in fact he really likes my new body, too. He was very encouraging to me, especially because I was really into it and enjoying myself.” Lisa felt that probably struck the right tone.
“I’m impressed by that. I would think he’d have problems with his wife getting so big and muscular. I always found men were put off by women with muscles.” Emily clearly had some experience with this, but Lisa wondered if this wasn’t her own self-image that she projected on the boys that she dated.
“Nah, I bet you’d be surprised how many guys out there actually really dig women that have big muscles. Daniel likes it, and I get a huge amount of attention that is mostly positive. There are sometimes negative comments here and there, but I don’t mind it. I’m doing it for me, and I’m happy that my husband supports me, so that’s about all that matters.”
Quinn jumped in again, slightly less guarded then before, “What is it about the muscles that you like? I don’t think I’d want to look like that myself, it just doesn’t seem as womanly to me. Don’t you feel less feminine when you’re walking around in public? I don’t mean that you don’t look good, you really do, but it’s so…I don’t know, different.”
“You know, I don’t really know the answer to that. To me, once I saw Debi and how it looked on her, as well as some other images and things of women bodybuilders, it just seemed right. I think it is still really feminine. I don’t feel manly or masculine just because I have big shoulders and arms and I can lift a lot. I actually feel just as much like a woman, only a woman that is strong and powerful. I mean, we all have muscles and it is just a lifestyle choice to decide to accentuate them like this. When I look at my arms and all the muscle on them, they look like the arms of a woman with developed female muscles, not a man’s arm with male muscles.” Lisa felt herself flexing her arm as she spoke, somewhat subtly. She saw the eyes of the others at the table go to her arm and watch the movement that must have emphasized her point.
Quinn and Emily nodded, but she could tell they hadn’t completely bought into it. This kind of thing was clearly not for everyone, Lisa knew this fact very well, but at least she was able to explain her perspective on it. She studied Patrick. He was quiet, and she couldn’t quite read his face. He didn’t have the clear revulsion that some men and women had, which she had learned to recognize over the last couple years. It seemed that he had more of a curiosity than anything else, from what she could tell.
The conversation continued for a short while, but started to lose steam. Quinn rose to go get another drink, and Lisa could tell that she wasn’t planning to come directly back to the table. It appeared that the group was starting to break-up.
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Patrick came around the table to talk to her. “You know, I kind of want to check out the school a little. Emily and Quinn looked around earlier, want to come with? Let’s get another drink and take a tour.”
Lisa accepted the invitation, since she was dying to check out her old stomping grounds. Patrick picked up a couple more drinks and they started to head out into the hallways. There were other small groups milling around, but eventually they turned a corner and started down a quieter hall. They each found some of their old lockers, although Lisa and Patrick both had trouble remembering their locker locations from their freshman and sophomore years. They kept walking down the halls and peeked in the various rooms that they had classes. They both had a chemistry class together junior year and they found that room and looked in through the window in the door. They walked by the cafeteria and found their way to the old auditorium, which was dark except for a low level of emergency lights.
Patrick looked at the stage. “Did you ever do any shows in high school? I never performed anywhere off of a field.”
Lisa laughed, “No, I was a bit too shy to get up in front of everyone like that.”
Patrick looked at her a bit surprised, “Oh yeah? I thought you did some acting in high school. I must have confused you with someone else. So, with your bodybuilding interests, do you ever plan to do any kind of competition or anything? Don’t you have to get up on a stage then?”
“I have recently started to think about doing a competition…Debi insists that I have to at least given it a try. She thinks I could do very well given the progress I’ve made already. I’m terrified of that part of the sport, though. Getting in front of all those people wearing a tiny bikini like that?” Lisa faked a shudder to emphasize her point.
Patrick laughed now, “Well, what’s the point in all the hard work if you can’t show it off, right?”
They walked closer to the stage and Patrick made his way up and started walking back behind the curtain. “I’ve never been back behind one of these stages, ever. Pretty cool.”
“I suppose. Look at all the crap they keep back here.” Lisa set her empty wine glass down on a table that was tucked into a corner off of the stage. She should probably not leave it there, but after the several glasses she’d had, she didn’t really care.
Patrick casually asked over his shoulder while he inspected the curtain rigging, “Hey, how strong are you? I mean, you look really strong, but I have no idea how strong a trained woman can be?”
“I don’t know how to answer that. I guess pretty strong for a girl. I might be pretty strong for a guy, as well.” Lisa smirked at him.
Patrick smiled back, “Well, when I was playing football in school, that’s when I was probably at my strongest. I was bench pressing two hundred and twenty-five pounds for my heavy sets. I squatted three hundred fifteen, or so. I could curl forty-five pound dumbbells. How do you compare?”
Lisa was coy, “I can match all of that, plus a bit more.” She flashed him a smile.
“Wow, I wouldn’t have guessed. That’s amazing. I have tried to keep in shape, and I’d probably be stronger now if I had kept at it since I was still a kid in those years, but I always felt like I was in pretty good shape then. I know that not a lot of guys could lift like that without working hard at it. It is really something that a woman can get to a point where she can lift that kind of weight.” He patted his belly, “I’ve gotten a bit out of that kind of condition now, unfortunately.”
“I bet you could get it back quickly with a little dedication. Guys have it so much easier gaining muscle.”
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“Alright, let’s see the guns. If you’re going to complete, you’ll have to get up on stage eventually and flash them to strangers anyway.” Patrick leaned himself against the table with the empty wine glass.
The lighting back here wasn’t great, but it was good enough for them to see each other. “This dress wasn’t really made for posing, but here you go.” Lisa pulled her arms up to show a front double biceps pose. She hadn’t ever really learned proper posing, but Debi had walked her through the basics a few times, just to give her a sense of what was involved. She felt her arms swell, but she didn’t look at them. She studied Patrick’s response.
He whistled, “Holy cow, that’s amazing. Have you practiced any more poses? Let’s see them.”
Lisa saw it now, Patrick was aroused. “Hmm, you seem pretty interested in this show.”
Patrick suddenly seemed embarrassed, “Umm, well. I’ll admit that I am more than ‘pretty interested.’ I’ve never seen a woman like you in person before. I was shocked when I saw you walk in tonight. I noticed you almost immediately.”
It was pretty obvious to Lisa now what held their group together for so long this evening. She understood the mind of a man with a female muscle fetish about as well as anyone after her years with Daniel. Once Patrick found someone who knew the muscle girl that had appeared at the reunion, he had arranged to meet and for them to hang out. Quinn was willing to put the group together due to the common friendship and likely the history she had with Patrick, even if he didn’t reveal why he was so interested in meeting her. She suspected that Patrick disguised his intentions well enough that Quinn didn’t have any idea why he was so interested in hanging out with someone he barely knew in school.
“So, I think I have a read on you now. Like I said earlier tonight, there are plenty of guys out there who really enjoy muscles on a woman like this. You knew what I meant, didn’t you?”
Patrick was really embarrassed now, “Yeah, I’m sorry. I’ve really been interested in women bodybuilders for years and years, but I’ve never told anyone. I never thought that one would end up coming to the reunion like this, I just couldn’t resist the temptation to meet you. It seemed like such a rare opportunity that I had to figure out how to meet you in person. I didn’t mean to be creepy or make you feel uncomfortable at all, but, I don’t know…we can go back to the party.”
Lisa understood. She had seen it in her husband and knew what stood between these men and their obsessions.
“Hmm. Well, you’re right that I do have to get used to showing myself off to strangers if I am going to participate in this sport, don’t I?” Lisa thought of Daniel. She felt a thrill of excitement about this situation, and a mixture of guilt. She had no intentions of ever cheating on her husband in anyway, and she might be a toeing a gray line here, but she was motivated by her eroded inhibitions from the wine, a sort of compassion for Patrick in this moment, and the sexual charge of standing in front of a person who so very badly wanted to revel in the appearance of her body.
“Here’s the deal, I’ll pose a little for you, but you can’t touch, OK?”
Patrick was suddenly surprised, but he didn’t want to ruin his unexpected good fortune, “OK. Wow, I didn’t expect…”
“Also, no one hears of this. It is between us only, OK?”
“OK.”
“I’m not going to take anything off. I’ll flex and give you a little show, but this isn’t a strip show, OK?”
“OK.”
“Finally, I won’t dictate what you can and can’t do while you watch, if you know what I mean. You are free to enjoy this as much as you want, but I don’t want to see what’s going on. OK?”
Patrick didn’t comment, but he seemed to understand what this meant. He was clearly nervous and Lisa could see him shaking. He grabbed a rolling chair and rolled it into the shadows. Lisa could see his silhouette, but his features became obscured to her. She heard him quietly say, “OK.”
Lisa was shaking. What on earth was she doing? In this moment, she didn’t care, because she was exhilarated by the energy. She pulled her arms back up into a front double biceps pose, and began to pump them hard, knowing how men who admired muscular women really liked to see the muscles move as they were tensed and relaxed. She pictured the countless videos she had watched both with Daniel and without him that featured female bodybuilders displaying their bodies for admirers to watch. She looked at them and watched the muscles in her biceps change shape as they contracted and balled. She saw the familiar veins appear in her forearms and over the peak of the biceps muscle. She eyed Patrick when she heard the faint sound of zipper, but she couldn’t see anything to indicate any activity. She focused on herself.
She pulled her arms down and performed her best side chest pose, facing the shadows. She couldn’t see her pectoral muscles tense, but she felt them and could picture how it looked from the countless times she did this into the mirror. She knew that her muscles looked fantastic in this dress, and it made her feel more feminine than ever to be showing off for an enthusiastic male admirer. She laughed inwardly about Quinn’s question, as she thought about the effect that her muscular body was having over the man not ten feet away from her. What was more feminine and womanly than this? He was completely enraptured by the sight of her, without any physical contact whatsoever.
She transitioned into a side triceps pose and repeatedly flexed the large muscles at the back of her arm. She could feel the blood in her arms, and the veins were pulsating with the flexing now.
“What do you think?”
“Unbelievable,” came the voice from the shadows.
“Do you like legs?” She didn’t wait for an answer, but she pulled up the hem of dress to expose her legs and she flexed her quads. Her legs did not have the definition that she had in her upper body, but one could make out the primary muscles of her quads. She flexed them and relaxed them, and tightened her calves. She pivoted to show her legs from multiple angles and worked to flex her hamstrings, which she found very difficult to accomplish. Debi had explained that legs were very challenging to pose correctly, and she understood that now.
Although she said she would not strip for Patrick, she felt an overwhelming urge to show her abs, so she continued to pull the dress upward and she turned again to face the shadowed area in which he was sitting. She exposed her black underwear by doing this to show off her abdominal muscles. She tightened them and watched the ridges protrude and she tilted her upper body to the left and right. The topology of her abs were highlighted by the single-directional lighting that emphasized the contours as she flexed. She was not dieted in any significant way, but she always tried to keep herself in sufficient shape so that her abs showed simply because she liked the look. They were not as ripped as she’d like to see them someday, but the relief was there. She continued to grind her quads and calves and she heard a low moan from Patrick’s direction.
She let her dress fall back down and she began to work her arms again, now from more angles. She turned her back to show the biceps, triceps and deltoids from the back, and eyed the muscles as she looked over her shoulder. She was excited, and this act was turning out to be a bit arousing even for her, she couldn’t deny that to herself.
Finally, she heard a muffled grunt from the shadows and quickly surmised what had happened. She hit one more rear double biceps pose and then put her hands on her hips and looked toward the featureless silhouette, where Patrick was still nothing more than an outline to her. “Well, was that a show worth seeing?”
Patrick was moving around and getting himself pulled back together, “I don’t know if you have any idea what that was like, but it was one of the most remarkable things I’ve ever seen. I have to admit that I’ve watched a lot of videos and seen a lot of pictures of women like you, but it is a completely different experience in person.”
“Oh, I think I have some idea,” Lisa said to him, thinking of an evening her and Daniel had spent with Debi a year and a half ago.
“Well, thank you. I don’t really know what to say now, but ‘thank you’ seems to be the most fitting.”
“You’re welcome. You’ve helped me get over some of my stage fright now, if you know what I mean. I’ll probably be able to put this experience to good use when I do take that next step toward entering a competition.” Lisa suddenly wondered how many attendees at a bodybuilding show showed up just for this sort of reason. She suspected the audience was a pretty healthy mixture of both actual fans of the sport as well as fans of the sexuality of the muscular bodies on display.
Patrick smiled as he stood up. Lisa didn’t know how he had dealt with his ‘situation’ from moments ago, but she didn’t really want to know. Somehow he was presentable again and she accepted that fact without dwelling on details.
“I think we should head back to the reunion. I want to catch up with a few more people, then I’ll probably be heading out.”
Patrick agreed. They made their way out of the auditorium and back to the reunion from their innocent tour of the high school.
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Author comment...I tried hard to get some of the chronology of the story right in this chapter where the characters have to refer back to some references in earlier chapters, but I see upon rereading it that I have missed something. Some of you might catch what it is, but I can't go back and fix it so it will have to stay there for all of eternity. I'm not going to point it out, but hopefully if you see it you'll forgive your humble author. Don't worry, I'll fire the editor that allowed this to go through.
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Outstanding.
Thanks for sharing this.
Just an observation: You started with Lisa and Daniel in bed. Seems to me, given his proclivities and her intensity, that this aspect of their relationship might have undergone some significant changes. A detailed description of such would be greatly appreciated.
Cheers: RG
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Yes, there will be a chapter checking in how that part of their relationship has evolved. I am not sure when I'll be able to get it done...stay tuned.
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This is undoubtedly one of the best female muscle stories I've ever read. First of all the writing is first rate. Second it revolves around a fantasy at the core of female muscle love, the idea of a wife or girlfriend who not only likes the idea of their husband's muscle desires but decides to transform herself into his ultimate fantasy. Third there's no growth potion, no chemical accident or alien transformation, just a very determined woman who turns herself into a female bodybuilder over a few very short years. I personally can't wait for what I assume to be Lisa's first competition!
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One more thing: I would love to see an armwrestling scene between Lisa and Daniel:)
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Thank you for the ongoing compliments. I truly do intend to finish this story (I envision 3, maybe 4 more chapters), but I am absolutely swamped with other work and life obligations that do not leave me the time to dedicate to finishing it. I need uninterrupted quiet (and, well, private) time to work on each chapter.
I hope the fans of this story (whom I'm utterly flattered to have) are able to wait for me to complete it. I've looked back at how long it has taken to get even to this point, and it is somewhat embarrassing. I think several of you will like some of the next chapters based on comparisons between the upcoming vignettes that I'm planning and the previous entries to date that have gotten the most enthusiastic responses.
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Lisa’s Path Part 9 (8 months ago)
Lisa stared into the mirror with the fifty-five pound dumbbells resting on her thighs. She breathed deeply as she tried to focus for her last set of the day. Her body seemed to hunger for the next physical challenge, though, which was typical of the last nine months or so. The steroid and supplement cocktail that she had been using for the better part of the last year had that effect on her mental and physical approach in the gym. Her workout sessions were vigorous and tireless, as she always seemed to have deep, bountiful energy reserves from which to draw and apply toward the almost inhumanly intense workouts, whether she was doing them with Debi or alone. The stack she was using was carefully designed by Debi as a suitably “mild” plan for an amateur female bodybuilder who already had exhibited clear genetic potential, as Debi was adamant that they stick with a conservative program, but it still delivered dramatic results. Lisa and Debi had talked at length about what it would take to move forward as a bodybuilder, although Lisa had not decided at that time whether she would ever set foot on a stage (her mind had only been made up a few short months ago at her class reunion). Debi had actually tried at first to talk her out of progressing from the over-the-counter protein and recovery supplements Lisa had been using successfully for two years to the use of steroids, but when Lisa continued to press her interest Debi finally agreed to help her out after days discussing the risks involved. She even started booking regular appointments with the doctor that Debi saw to monitor her health and ensure that the side effects were well managed. Lisa knew that her chemical stack paled in comparison to what Debi had used over the years (and what she was now currently using), and it was also likely a mere shadow of what many other professional level bodybuilders used, but she wanted an opportunity to push herself to a higher level and see what she was capable of achieving as a bodybuilder.
The effects on Lisa’s body were remarkable. Almost immediately after beginning her new program with Debi, she experienced a powerful new level of energy in both her workouts and recovery. The latter was now possible in a fraction of the time required before, and she found herself desiring to hit the gym before well before the next session arrived. Her muscles responded with enthusiasm to the increased challenges placed on them, and she gained mass everywhere across her body. She added inches to her shoulder width as her deltoids blossomed to full round caps, her back topology filled in as her traps and rhomboids grew and separated, her lats swelled to widen her upper body and create a greatly increased sense of mass. Lisa gained nearly two inches in her biceps due to ample growth not only of the biceps muscles themselves but also due to significant enlargement of the heads of her triceps. Her chest, particularly where her upper pectorals met her clavicle, thickened prominantly. Lisa’s thighs expanded tremendously, by four inches in diameter, and all the heads of her quadriceps were now clearly defined and separated and the ropey sartorius muscle was now visible from her hip to her inner thigh. Her calves, where Lisa was blessed with enviable development purely as a result of the genetic lottery, still managed to increase in size and sharpness despite their relatively stubborn growth response to training. With the added muscle mass, of course, came copious increases in strength. She gained thirty to fifty percent more capability across all of her lifts, particularly in her upper body, in a matter of months. It was a heady experience in the gym for her these days, and she was often lifting as much as the men in the weight room on any given day, with only a very small number of exceptions.
Along with the dramatic increase in muscular size, Lisa’s body fat composition changed quickly after starting the new drug supplementation. Subcutaneous fat decreased nearly everywhere, but it was most noticeable on her upper body. Her skin tightened over her musculature and exposed details that she didn’t even know were there before. Muscle sinews, striations, connection points, tendons, and vascularity emerged on her arms and chest even without any dramatic change in her diet. Vascular networks that were hinted on her body before now blossomed into large interconnected courses of veins. On the front of both of her deltoids, the short solitary veins that previously ran for a few inches now extended both inward into her pectorals and wrapped down to meet her biceps, and they were joined by previously hidden parallel and tributary veins that emerged and connected to them. Her left and right biceps sported two large veins that traced both the interior and exterior heads from her deltoids to her forearms. The stubborn layer of fat on her inner arms melted away to expose the bulk of her inner triceps’ head, which also showed hints of spidery vascularity beneath the thinned skin. Her forearms, already vascular, exploded in crisscrossing veins on all sides. She shed the little remaining breast tissue that she had retained through the last year or so of training, and the tight sculpture of her pectoral muscles was now cleanly outlined on all sides, almost like that of a (very fit) male torso. (Lisa had worried about how she would feel about the loss of her breast tissue as she continued in this sport, but she was pleasantly surprised to find that it didn’t affect how she perceived her femininity at all, and she often admired how her chest responded to repeated flexing as she studied her body in the mirror when getting out of the shower or bath tub.) Lisa most enjoyed the loss of fat over her abdominals, since she now displayed a highly defined six pack (with faint hints of vascularity as well) that prompted her to alter her gym wardrobe to include more halter tops from time to time. Fat vanished from her lower body, albeit at a slower rate, which somewhat decreased some of her lower body’s typically feminine curves, but Lisa’s good genetics gifted her with a slender waist and well developed glutes, hamstrings, and thighs that still gave her the bodybuilder’s version of an hourglass shape. Debi often remarked that Lisa had been blessed with a truly superb structure for a bodybuilder, and she was always impressed when someone so genetically well-suited to bodybuilding just happened to commit to this niche endeavor.
A man crossed Lisa’s field of view as he grabbed the fifty pound dumbbells and walked to the flat bench next to her. It brought her back to the moment, and shortly after that she heard Debi encourage her from the spotting position behind her to get the last set done. She laid back, pressed the fifty-fives up, and then proceeded to complete ten chest flies. The last two reps were difficult, but Debi assisted so she didn’t have to break her form. The man to her right was completing a set of pure, flat bench chest presses with the fifties. Although she hadn’t seen his entire set, she could tell it was a struggle for him as his arms wobbled to finish the last rep, which in fact he failed to do as the left arm never managed to lock before he had to drop the weights to either side. It was not in her nature to ever make fun or embarrass a less capable or less experienced lifter in the gym, since everyone worked to their own capabilities, but she privately harbored a slight wish that she and Debi were doing their flat dumbbell chest presses at the same time, since the two of them were capably lifting nearly double the weight that this man was barely managing. The internal rush of demonstrating her abundant strength in front of men, especially when the disparity was very significant, was always secretly enjoyable to her and even bordered on arousing. The man pulled the two dumbbells to the front of the bench to rest for his next set, which he apparently intended to perform with the same weights, while Lisa avoided looking his way to risk eye contact and possible embarrassment for him as she took her place at the spotting position for Debi’s set. She could tell that he was paying attention to them through sidelong glances, though. Everyone usually did.
Lisa looked at herself in the mirror as Debi laid back to gather herself for her set, and she gave in to the impulse to tighten and relax her pectoral muscles a few times to revel in the sensation of the blood filled muscle after the day’s chest workout. The muscles responded dutifully, and the tight-fitting, pink sports top fabric bunched around the contours of the moving muscle beneath, revealing the outlines of the sculpted physiology that most women didn’t even know they possessed beneath their more womanly curves. She admired the striations that emerged on her exposed upper pectoral muscles when she tensed, tracing the ridges with her eyes as they radiated outward from the cleft where the two large muscles met at her breastbone, then watched them disappear into the smooth slabs of muscle when she relaxed. Although she didn’t tend to make a show of flexing her muscles in front of the mirrors at the gym, sometimes the urge was just too great and the action was involuntary.
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As Debi started her set and Lisa began counting her reps in her head, she noticed a petite brunette walk up to the man on the bench next to them and start chatting with him. She was clearly quite fit, and likely came from the cardio area. She had a runner’s build and was sweating lightly, so Lisa surmised that she had completed her workout and was likely meeting up with her husband while he completed his. The new woman, of course, was also stealing glimpses of Lisa and Debi, and Lisa could only guess that they were a part of the subject matter in the quiet discussion taking place. Lisa’s attention was diverted back to Debi on her eleventh rep when she perceived her partner slowing slightly, then Lisa watched a couple labored reps before she helped her with her fourteenth, fifteenth, and sixteenth reps until Debi finally succumbed to the fatigue and stopped. It was impressive. Debi’s chest and deltoids were now very pumped, and she was quite a sight to behold.
“Nice set, Debi. You’ve been looking strong all day.”
“Thanks. You too.” She placed the weights back on the rack and walked back to pick up her towel, “How’ve you been dealing with the new schedule now that school’s started? First week is done, right?”
Lisa’s school year had started, and she was no longer able to meet Debi for afternoon workout sessions, so Lisa had to start coming in the early mornings for cardio and then evenings for her weight lifting sessions. Debi couldn’t lift in the morning due to her personal training appointments, so they now only lifted together on weekends. It was a grueling transition, and even though Lisa had done it before, it was still tough to convert her schedule while still getting enough critical sleep (which was nearly as important as the other more obvious pieces of her bodybuilding training regimen).
“I’m doing OK. Although it is hard to get out of bed an extra hour earlier every day, but I actually find it even harder to get myself into bed by 9:30pm every night.”
“You are teaching Kindergarten, right?”
“Yes. I’ve been teaching Kindergarten for three years now. I taught a year of first grade my first year, but I like teaching the little ones.”
Debi smiled, “That cracks me up. You work out here like a total she-beast, putting most of the guys to shame with the weights you push around, then you clean-up and go teach a bunch of tiny kids the alphabet. It is a funny combination. I can’t imagine the sight of that massive physique of yours in an elementary school classroom…or in anywhere in a school for that matter.”
Lisa laughed, “I know. I had trained for years for my career as a teacher and I knew I’d be in a classroom teaching at this point in my life, but I never, in my wildest dreams, imagined what I’d be doing with bodybuilding. I didn’t know a thing about this sport five years ago until I just happened to catch it on TV. Who knew that I’d end up this deep in it? The paths our lives take are something else, aren’t they?”
Lisa caught, out of the corner of her eye, the petite brunette approaching the two of them. She interrupted them politely with a light, momentary hand on Lisa’s back to get her attention. “I’m sorry, but you wouldn’t happen to be Lisa Turner, would you?”
Lisa was a bit surprised that this woman knew her name, as she was absolutely sure did not know her. “Um, yes. Have we met?”
The brunette extended her hand and flashed a warm smile. Lisa was suddenly self-conscious of the roughness of her calloused hands as she shook the hands of this woman. “No. No, we haven’t. I couldn’t help but overhear that you’re a kindergarten teacher, and I took a guess that you must teach at Madison Elementary nearby. My name is Ashley Taylor.”
She turned back to her husband, “Brad, you’ll never believe it, but this is Lisa Turner.” Her husband responded to the name with an expression of utter blankness, as it clearly meant nothing to him in that moment, and Ashley quickly feigned an exasperated look at his cluelessness, “You know, Mrs. Turner…Abby’s new kindergarten teacher!”
Brad’s face quickly changed as the light bulb went on and he stood up from the bench and walked to the group to also shake Lisa’s hand. Lisa could perceive that he was straining to maintain firm eye contact with her as he approached, probably willing himself to not allow his eyes to inadvertently gawk at either her or Debi.
Lisa quickly put two and two together and realized who she must be talking to, “Ah, you’re Abigail’s parents. You weren’t at the kindergarten open house before school, so we haven’t had a chance to meet, yet.”
Ashley was doing the talking, “That’s right, we had just moved here from Ohio the week before school started, so we haven’t met. Things have been so hectic. I know this sounds terrible, but we didn’t have a chance to meet you in person on the first day of school earlier this week as I was dropping off four children across two different schools that day. We were a bit late dropping Abby off, so took a quick picture, and were off. Abby’s so independent as our youngest, even for a five-year-old, that she didn’t even really want us to stay. I caught a quick glimpse of you with a horde of parents around you that I figured I’d find a quieter time later to introduce myself.” She allowed herself to scan Lisa with her eyes, seemingly for effect, “I admit that I didn’t get a good look at you on Monday, otherwise I suspect I might have recognized you more quickly.”
Lisa smiled back politely, “How did you guess who I was just now?”
Ashley looked at Brad, who chuckled and looked away with a bit of redness in his face, then she responded, “Well, when we asked Abby how her first day was and how she liked her new teacher, she gave us some rather cryptic information to describe you that we weren’t quite sure how to interpret. It’s been a running joke in our household for the last few days.” Ashley held back another laugh, “First off, she said you were very nice, which is I guess is a pretty typical description from a kid. Then she said you were really into ‘Bob the Builder’ and you were stronger than daddy.” Ashley smiled again and let out a full laugh this time, “We didn’t know what to make out of those last two facts, but now I think we have deciphered them. She’s clearly never heard of bodybuilding, but I expect you told the class a bit of yourself and she heard something completely different that was more familiar to her. When I overheard you talking just now about finishing your first week teaching, I guessed that there couldn’t be that many female kindergarten teachers out there who were truly stronger than my husband, and Abby’s description wasn’t just a kid’s silly exaggeration.”
Lisa couldn’t help but laugh at hearing how the brief introductory bio she gave to her class was translated to the parents at home, “Well, you do now live in California, where bodybuilding is a bit more commonplace than Ohio, so you never know. I used to live in Indiana, so I’m aware of the culture change coming out to the west coast.” Lisa notice Debi still standing quietly next to them, “By the way, this is my friend Debi.”
Ashley and Brad shook Debi’s hand. Ashley clearly struggled to keep her expression neutral in the presence of the massive bodybuilding women, “My, you two are impressive. We’ve only been out here in California for two weeks, and I never imagined I’d be casually talking to a couple of bodybuilders so soon.”
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Lisa fought the discomfort that was rising within her at meeting the parents of one of the children in her classroom for the first time while wearing her workout clothes, since she was usually very tactical about how she presented her lifestyle to the parents, as it usually was highly distracting to them and it took away from how they perceived her as a teacher, “Well, I should clarify that I really try to downplay the bodybuilding thing to the kids at school, but I do discuss it on the first day so it is out of the way. I find the kindergarteners are pretty accepting and they move on quickly once we’ve talked about it. Kids that age accept the world as it is presented to them and don’t have many preconceived notions yet about things like what men and women should look like or what they should or shouldn’t be able to do. That said, it is a lively conversation with them on the first day. I do let them ask questions, and they usually do ask how strong I am and they always beg me to ‘make a muscle’ for them. They get a big kick out of it. It is one of the few times of the year that I’ll oblige the request.”
Fortunately, Ashley beamed at her (Brad’s expression was inscrutable, which was so typical of men who met Lisa for the first time in her experience), “I think it is great! It is wonderful for our kids to have such great diversity in their female role models.”
Lisa was so pleased with this response, “I’m happy to hear you say that. Thank you. Abby is off to a great start this year, and she’s already made some good friends. I think it will be a wonderful year. It was a pleasure to meet you both, and I look forward to seeing you at the open house in a couple weeks…as well as around the gym, I suppose.”
Lisa and Debi said goodbye and headed for the locker room. Debi spoke up, “Again, I simply cannot picture you around that school. You must be quite the spectacle in that environment.”
“Oh, I am. You’re absolutely right about that. It has picked up in the last couple years, too, as I’ve grown and my musculature is harder to hide…at least when wearing clothes that I want to wear to work. I try to wear things that deemphasize my physique, of course, and I never go sleeveless, but the teachers and students have definitely noticed the changes in my development.”
“Do they make a big deal out of it?” Debi asked.
“Sometimes, but I usually don’t respond to the kids. The teachers clearly have running jokes and comments about how the gym teacher should watch out for me taking over his job, or how I should help the male teachers move furniture in their classrooms, but they’re fine. I get along great with my colleagues and their questions and comments are usually genuinely positive and curious about my bodybuilding progress. The kids are innocent and they are honestly fascinated with my muscles. One day last spring, near the end of school, it was so warm that I broke my rule and wore a short sleeved dress instead of a three-quarters length sleeve. My upper arms were more exposed than usual and there was a buzz in the school around me no matter where I was. The teachers and kids had not seen my upper arms bared like that since the very start of the year, and the progress I had made was pretty significant from the beginning of the year, which I guess was probably the last time I wore something that showed my arms like that. The kids were doing the pure physical assessment stuff in P.E. at that time for the end of the year…you know, like sprints, long jump, shuttle run, and pull-ups or that flex-arm hang that they make the girls do. As I walked the kids to the gym for P.E. that day, they were all over me to do a pull-up contest with Mr. Martin, the P.E. teacher.”
“Oh really? I bet that was quite a situation that he found himself in!”
“Gary is great, and he’s very positive about my lifestyle and appearance and thinks it is good for the kids to see that girls can be tremendously fit. He wasn’t about to do a pull-up contest with me, though. We had never discussed it, but he knew he wouldn’t stand a chance against me. The kids wouldn’t quit, though, so he invited me to give them a demonstration if I was up to it. Since it was P.E. and I felt the situation was appropriate, I accepted and jumped up on the bar to do some pull-ups for them, even though was I wearing a dress. I did twenty pull-ups and the kids were just awestruck, since they had never seen anyone that could do so many, let alone a ‘girl.’ Gary was impressed as well. The kids roared afterwards and they were relentless for me to flex my arms for them, so I gave them a quick double biceps pose after I was done. I saw Gary’s jaw was on the floor and the kids were clapping. He told me later that the story was around the school within two days and ‘Mrs. Turner’s pull-up and biceps show’ was all the kids wanted to talk about for the rest of the year in P.E. class.”
“That’s hilarious. It is exactly what I’d expect, although I’m very happy to hear how positive things are for you at the school. I thought some people might have some negative feelings toward a female bodybuilder in an elementary school like that. Our reputation isn’t universally positive.”
“Oh, I knew. There’s some minor negative stuff. Some of the older teachers are less accepting, but they are courteous and they respect me as a teacher, so it’s cool.”
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Lisa and Debi had made their way into the locker room, where they began to undress to shower. As usual, Lisa could feel the eyes on her as she and Debi moved about the locker room. Women were a bit less guarded in their reactions here, and they often openly gaped at them. She ignored the looks at her, as always, but like the other women, she allowed herself to study Debi’s spectacular physique every time they were there together. She figured it was simply human nature to look at another person that had taken their appearance to such an outstanding extreme. The wonderful muscles in Debi’s body moved lithely beneath her paper thin skin as she removed her clothing and fiddled with the contents of her locker before heading for the shower. Debi never wrapped a towel around herself in the locker room, as she was so comfortable in her skin and seemed to enjoy having her body fully on display for anyone who wanted to look. Lisa was more demure and still wrapped herself as she went to the shower, although she found the smallish gym towels were more difficult to secure around her significantly larger torso than when she first joined the gym, so she often had to spend one free hand to ensure that the towel didn’t unwrap as a result of an unplanned movement as she walked about the locker room. Even with the effort, the gap in the towel often waved open to reveal much of her body to anyone interested in seeing it.
When they Lisa returned from the shower, she saw Debi standing at her locker, again completely bare for all to take in. Aside from the thick blonde hair that she treasured on her head, her body was completely hairless, as Debi was meticulous in this aspect of her grooming. Lisa succumbed to what had become a habit for her in the locker room in Debi’s presence, and she stole a covert glance at Debi’s pubic area to take in the familiar sight of her enlarged clitoris. She wasn’t sure why her eyes were always drawn to this particular part of Debi’s anatomy, but it was always fascinating to see and she never missed a chance when the opportunity arose. Years of anabolic steroid usage had caused the significant engorgement, well beyond what was possible simply through standard human variation in Lisa’s estimation. Debi was not at all shy about this aspect of her modified physiology, and she rarely went to any length to hide it in the locker room. Lisa, now roughly a year into her milder steroid program, had also experienced some growth of her clitoris as a result of the drugs, but she was more self-conscious of it and she took measures to position her legs carefully to obscure her private area as she changed in the locker room. She and Debi had spent a fair amount of time discussing this particular side effect of steroid use. In fact, in the interest of giving Lisa all relevant information prior to consenting to help her with the drug program a year ago, Debi invited Lisa to closely inspect her personal genital area in the empty locker room one day so Lisa knew exactly what she was potentially signing herself up for. Lisa, satisfied with the boundary-pushing experience of closely examining her friend’s genitals, had not accepted the invitation to touch it, so Debi manipulated it with her own hand so Lisa could clearly take in the full effect that the supplements could have on her body once she began. The encounter was odd and a bit uncomfortable, and Lisa recalled how foreign such an intimate exchange with a female friend would have sounded to her a few short years before that moment. Remarkably, though, Lisa found that she often conjured the unusually sensual image in her mind of Debi’s enlarged clitoris being handled by her friend’s manicured fingers for years afterward.
The two of them dressed quietly and packed their bags. Since it was Saturday, they didn’t have any particular scheduled items that rushed them from the gym, so the process was a bit lazy. As they were leaving the locker room, Debi broke the silence.
“So, tell me how Daniel is adjusting to the new you.”
“I don’t know, I’m not so new anymore. I think I started to surpass him physically about a year ago, one of the last times we came to the gym together. I out-lifted him then, and I’ve been distancing myself strength-wise pretty steadily since then.”
“Oh, there’s no doubt about that. He never comes to the gym with you at all? That’s funny, I’d think he’d find that enjoyable.”
Lisa knew Debi had a very personal understanding of Daniel’s sexual proclivities, so she knew what she was really asking. She had played a central role in Lisa’s discovery of Daniel’s precise feelings about muscular women after all. For that matter, Debi had been instrumental in Lisa’s feelings on that subject as well, and Lisa would definitely not be where she was today had Debi not come into her life several years ago.
“You’d think, but it is a bit funny. I don’t know if he quite knows what to make of his actual personal life manifesting his fantasy so completely. It is one thing to fantasize that your wife becomes bigger and stronger than you when that’s what you’re into, but I suspect it is quite another when faced with the real thing in the flesh. He’s often reluctant to talk to me about my muscles or what I can do in the weight room. Perhaps it is a bit embarrassing, or emasculating, or maybe he’s jealous now that he knows I’m so much more powerful than him. I don’t know.”
“Hmm, yes, I can see that. Men are a lot more complicated than we give them credit, aren’t they. Their equipment is so simple, yet what they’ve got going on between the ears can never quite be predicted. How’s the sex?”
Lisa smiled at the blunt question. They were in the parking lot now, and effectively alone to speak of such private matters, “It is pretty good. He’s an enthusiastic lover. He often initiates these days, so I never have to beg him, that’s for sure. It is usually done pretty quick, though. I clearly turn him on intensely in bed.”
“I’d figure you would. Has your sex changed much since you really started bodybuilding…now that you pretty much embody his fetish now?”
“Surprisingly, it hasn’t changed much. We stick to pretty standard positions that were our usual favorites even in the old days before I had developed my body. Foreplay is mostly the same stuff we did before. His hands are all over me, and I often try to steer it toward more of a worship-like activity, but when I flex I find that he retreats. I don’t know what to make of that…I know that he’s really into the idea of muscle worship from the videos that I’ve seen in his collection, and well, I guess you know what else I have to base that on.”
Debi looked thoughtful, “Yes, I remember that night. Tell me, what did he think of you getting on the gear?”
“There is a little story there. As you know, we discussed it at length before I got started. He was pretty concerned about the standard stuff and especially about my health. That night, we were up pretty late talking. I had so much on my mind, I had a tough time getting to sleep, and I laid awake for a long while in bed. I was surprised when I perceived him masturbating quietly in bed next to me after he must have thought I had gone to sleep. That seemed a bit odd and I can’t recall him ever doing it before…at least not that I was aware. I decided to stay quiet and let him do it, because I didn’t want to embarrass him. The real funny thing is that he did it two more times that night. My guess is that the conversation and his behavior were related. I can only conclude even though our talk was pretty academic that night about the risks of me starting steroids, but in the end he was extremely turned on about the thought of me taking the next step in bodybuilding.”
Debi laughed, “I’ve been around this fetish in guys for many years, and I’ve probably seen it all. They can be funny about it, and he may not even know how to explain where his head is on it. My guess is that after years of hiding his preferences from everyone, he’s still got some deep-rooted inhibitions that prevent him from acting on his desire, even with his willing and enthusiastic muscle-bound wife, of all people. I’ve seen elements of this in many men that don’t have regular access to a muscular female goddess as their lover, of course, and it seems to be caused by a sort of shame that they have about a taboo fetish.”
“The funny thing is that the muscle worship has actually turned into my main fantasy now. The idea of him giving in completely to what he wants, and finding it in my body, is incredibly sexy to me. The only moment that he seems to really allow himself to go for what he likes is when he is about to climax. His hands always find my arms or my chest. I can always tell he’s close then. I always respond by flexing wherever his hands end up. It turns me on so much that I usually come almost instantly. It is a momentary, fleeting thing, though, and he seems to retreat from my body after that.” The thoughts that Lisa brought to mind having this conversation were turning her on even now.
Debi shook her head, “This is really something. I don’t think I’ve ever come across a situation like you two. Here you have a man who’s had a fetish for muscular women for probably his entire life. Like most men, he gets together with a typical woman who has no interest or awareness of bodybuilding, though, and he settles down with her and they get married. He has to find ways to satisfy his desires privately in the meantime. Miraculously, his normal, non-muscular wife discovers the sport of bodybuilding and it appeals to her…then, without any pressure from him, she decides to pursue it independently and therefore turns herself into the woman of his dreams. As the icing on the cake, she’s really good at it and has phenomenal genetics. It is unbelievable…I feel like I just read the plot of some schmoe fairy tale.”
Lisa laughed, “That’s pretty funny. You’re right, I don’t know if someone could have written a better love story than that, as unconventional as the circumstances are. Does that make you the Golden Goose in this fairy tale?”
“Let’s go with me being the Fairy Godmother that helped make all the magic happen. You know, when I look at how amazing you two are as a couple, I can’t believe you aren’t having the hottest sex on earth!”
“I know. Don’t get me wrong, it is very good, but I think we both might want a little more.”
They arrived at Debi’s Porsche Cayenne and she threw her gym bag in the backseat. She looked at Lisa, “As your Fairy Godmother, I’m going to help you achieve just that. I think you need to take some control on this. You both actually want the same thing, and the only obstacle is Daniel’s inhibitions. You need to go for it, and present him with it in a way he can’t refuse. Don’t let him retreat.”
Lisa pondered the idea, “You’re right. That thought has been on my mind as well. I think I have an idea what I need to do.” The picture that formed in Lisa’s head was intensely arousing.
Debi smiled at her, “That’s my girl. If you need any ideas, let me know. Like I said, I know a lot about this particular fetish.”
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This is the best story I have ever read. I love the fact that it is realistic and possibly could happen, the unreal super human stories or stories about brutal weird sex acts are ok but let's face it they are getting a bit old. Keep doing what your doing. Please get Lisa and Debi together on Daniel for a night of sexual bliss. I think he should get to watch the two best friends worship each other for a while first though.
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Uh oh...sounds like Lisa is about to manhandle hubby in bed pretty good this next chapter ^_^
Love the part where she is doing chest fly's right next to a guy doing chest presses with less weight and struggling noticeably. Then for him to be the father of one of her kindergarten students lol that's so hot. I love this story its fantastic, keep up the good work!
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Thanks for the continued interest. I do intend to see this to the end...it is often hard to find time to commit to the task of writing, though. I do apologize for the lengthy delays between chapters. It does help that I know people want to read it, though.
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Hi folks,
Rest assured, the next chapter will be coming. I've even started it, but it remains a work in progress until I can find the time to complete it. Unfortunately, I've been so busy between my work with HBO on the adaptation of this story to an epic fantasy series and my need to attend comic cons conducting interviews and participating on panels that I've just not gotten it done.
Mad R. R. Soam2
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Sorry to get your hopes up, but I was trying to be funny and it was perhaps a poor attempt at a clever joke. I was playing on the increasingly long delays between my chapters, where I was drawing a parallel to a currently popular author that is (rightfully) taking heat from his fans due to his inability to get the next books in his series out.
An HBO series based on the premise I've been writing here would be pretty amazing...at least to a small, but very enthusiastic audience. I suspect that the wider public would find it somewhere between terribly boring and generally unappealing to their tastes, unfortunately.
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OK, folks. I hope this end up being worth the wait. I believe this is a chapter that has been eagerly awaited...
Lisa’s Path Part 10 (3 months ago)
She gently pulled on Daniel’s necktie as she led him into the bedroom, slowly walking backwards as the knot slipped. They were both buzzing from the wine at dinner, but her head was clear enough to be fully in control of herself. Plus, she was motivated. Daniel pulled his sport coat off and eyed her bared legs as she strutted back away from him while continuing to pull him along. He was now drinking her appearance in without inhibition, drunken more by lust than the night’s alcohol. Lisa relished the fire that was lit in her husband eyes, sparked by her, and her senses were heightened by the energy that pulsed between them. She could feel the silk fabric of the tie slither through his collar as she released one end from her hand. The thin fabric of her dress brushed her bare nipples once again with her motion and it triggered a tingle that radiated through her, just as it had all through the night.
Daniel began to unbutton his shirt and Lisa kicked off her heels. She put her hands on her hips and watched as he pulled the shirt from his shoulders. He then moved to his belt and she continued to watch in silent stillness, enjoying the sight of her husband preparing for what was to come…the part she had been anticipating for several days. Daniel apparently became conscious of the fact that Lisa had stopped undressing and that he was now proceeding alone under her inspection.
“Umm, are you OK?” he asked.
Lisa smiled, “Oh, I’m wonderful. I’m just enjoying myself.”
Daniel smiled back, recovering from the momentary discomfort, “Well, are you going to undress?”
“Oh, most definitely. I assume you’d like me to, yes?”
Daniel smiled more widely, “Yes dear, I would. This is a lot more fun when we both participate.”
“I completely agree. I have some plans for tonight, if you don’t mind me taking the lead for a bit.”
Daniel appeared confused at this break from routine, and his eyes betrayed a bit nervousness, “I…see. OK. What did you have in mind?”
“You’ll see. Go ahead and get all those clothes off and you can wait in bed. I’m going to change.”
Lisa felt Daniel’s eyes scan over her physique. He likely realized that this was the last he’d see her in this dress for some time, and she guessed that he was absorbing her appearance in it as thoroughly as possible this one last time for the night. In response, she obliged his gaze by slinking off to the bathroom slowly, lingering a moment at the threshold before disappearing from his sight. She knew she looked fantastic, and she had bought this dress just for the effect. It was a soft, silky emerald dress of extremely light weight fabric, which flowed infinitely with the slightest movements to vary how it draped over the complex contours of her figure beneath. It scooped low at her chest to display her muscular pectorals as she moved, periodically daring any onlooker to steal a glance of her nipples, which she had decided to tease scandalously tonight by not wearing a bra. The dress pinched to very thin straps at her shoulders that settled at the clefts formed at the base of her sloping traps and bulging deltoids. The cut plunged daringly in the back to reveal her back just below the midpoint of her spine, prominently exposing her protruding traps and the flare of her lats. This dress was not necessarily intended to taper at her waist, but her strapping physique dominated the intended design to do exactly that as it forced the garment to gently hug her lower abdomen and cling periodically to the ridges of her abdominals, giving brief but tantalizing hints at the physique underneath before falling away to once again leave the contours only to imagination. The hem of the dress stopped perilously high on her thighs, perhaps only 6 inches below her glutes, and her flaring quadriceps and hamstrings protruded generously in their exposed glory for all to admire as she strutted. She wore white heels, which forced each of her calves to bunch into a magnificently tight and complex mass of musculature below her small knees. She knew even men and women that did not fully appreciate the unique overall look of a highly trained female bodybuilder could not help but admire and envy the curves of her calves when displayed in these shoes.
Much like Daniel eyed her in the bedroom moments before, everyone had watched her tonight. From the moment they stepped out of the car in the parking lot downtown, people’s eyes were magnetically drawn to her. The two of them had to walk five blocks through the busy row of bars and restaurants as area was starting to come alive with the weekend nightlife in the waning sunlight of the early evening. This was, of course, according to her plan. She delicately held the bicep of Daniel’s arm femininely as they strolled down the sidewalk, which plainly stated to everyone that stared at them (well, stared mainly at her) that she was his and he was the man in their relationship. She still covertly registered all the reactions, though, noting how they invariably looked at her first, then him, then returned to her as they passed. She felt the onlookers watch them from the moment they first caught a glimpse to the moment they were out of sight. As usual, some tried to hide the curiosity while others did not, but everyone looked. She thoroughly enjoyed the men and women fascinating at this muscular woman who appeared to be on a date with this “normal” guy.
This was all exactly as she wanted it. She selected a restaurant downtown, on a warm summer night when everyone would be out and she could wear something to display her hard-earned assets. She chose a current, trendy restaurant that would be packed with people, such that they’d have to wait publicly at the bar, then sit in a big room surrounded by people all night. All of this was orchestrated for the public exhibition, meant to generate the spectacle amongst these anonymous people that could not stop ogling at her in her striking, muscular glory, while she was out with her husband. She knew Daniel was self-conscious, but she had more than enough confidence for the both of them, and she kept her eyes diligently trained on him all night just to feed as much of it into him as possible. He was not accustomed to this kind of attention in public, but she had learned to not only expect it but to actually enjoy it while out. Daniel was used to the anonymity that most people could enjoy in a crowd, but being in the presence of Lisa and her remarkable physique (particularly when overtly displayed like tonight) changed that completely.
While Daniel was shrinking from the attention, it had an opposite effect on her. The interested gazes had energized her, and after her first drink at the bar she had begun to perform for them. She would play with her hair and flex her biceps as she did so, or tighten her pecs as she laughed, or put her weight on her toes to harden her calves as she whispered to Daniel, just to see the reactions of the men and women that drank and dined around them. Although Daniel’s embarrassment was palpable, she could also sense the arousal in him from these subtle displays of her remarkable physicality. This was perhaps most poignant when Lisa put on a show by casually flexing in front of the waiter as he stood at the tableside to take their order. While he was looking directly at her, patiently awaiting her decision as she peered at the menu (where she mocked her lengthy indecision, playfully bouncing various options off Daniel and the waiter just to prolong the undivided attention of the two men), she took several opportunities to faintly move her arms to flex her biceps and deltoids and leaned her torso while tightening and relaxing her pecs. She could sense the young man’s eyes moving irresistibly to each body part as she did this when he thought she wasn’t looking, and caught the ever-so-slight delay as his eyes snapped from whatever feature he was ogling to meet hers when she did look back to him. In her peripheral vision, over the top of the menu, she also saw Daniel sheepishly watching the display as he clearly recognized what she was doing.
Lisa fully realized that this entire situation not only directed a social spotlight on the two of them collectively, but it also effectively put his deeply hidden sexual fetish on full public display. There he was, in the open for everyone to see, with his pumped-up, bodybuilder wife. Everyone in the restaurant could plainly see that he was in a romantic relationship with this uncommon woman, and his sexuality was thereby laid bare. Although Lisa had no desire to “out” her husband and embarrass him, the sheer fact that he was her husband and they were in public unavoidably accomplished this very thing. A younger version of her never would have orchestrated a scenario like this simply for the purpose of generating the sexual energy she was after, but the present version could not resist the opportunity. Her confidence in her skin had never been so high. She knew her husband loved her, and she was emboldened by the strong sexual reaction she got from him such that she could not help but to show off. She fixated on Daniel unwaveringly through the night and made sure that he knew that she was strictly for him, and she was showing off to the world what was purely his to enjoy most intimately.
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Lisa mind returned to the present as she left Daniel waiting on the bed. She moved into the walk-in closet and quickly slipped off the dress and allowed it to fall into a small heap on the floor. She pulled the negligee she had selected earlier in the day from the shelf in the corner and pulled it over her upper body, relishing the feeling of the sheer fabric as it slid over her body and caressed her nipples. The panties she had on originally were intended to go with this top, so she didn’t change them. She walked to the vanity and touched up her make-up in the mirror and admired herself momentarily. Then she turned and walked into the room.
Daniel eyed her hungrily, as expected. He drew in his breath sharply when she emerged fully into the room, “Oh my god. You look amazing!”
“Mmm, thank you. I’m glad you like what you see.” Instinctively, Lisa peered down at herself and struck a soft, feminine pose with her knees drawn together and one hand moving to caress her hip.
“I haven’t seen you dress in anything like that in, I don’t know…years. Certainly not since you started, well, you know… Wow.” He trailed to a whisper and continued to scan her up and down.
“I know, it has been a while, hasn’t it?” she smiled. “You know, I’m going to be honest with you. I know your feelings about my body now, since I’ve known how you feel about muscular women for years, even before I started to strive for this look myself. Despite what we both know, I think neither of us have really accepted ourselves completely with each other, yet.” She paused to contemplate how Daniel was taking this blunt message, but he was presently inscrutable, “Although this has been a slow process as I’ve, umm, transformed myself, we seem to have avoided really doing anything with it in the bedroom. I don’t really understand why that is.”
Daniel broke his gaze from Lisa’s body and made eye contact with her, “I know. I don’t know why. Having a wife like you is simply a dream come true for me, and yet I can’t seem to let myself go completely. I’ve hidden what I like for so long that I simply don’t know how to…well…” He trailed off, then regained his voice and spoke up again, “It is hard to believe that you have really become what you are.”
Lisa smiled at him, “It’s OK. Tonight, we’re both going to change that! I want us to enjoy this body of mine together and do what feels right for both of us. Tell me what you like…what you want is what I want. What would you like to do first?”
Daniel swallowed, “Will you…ahem…can you,” her mustered some courage, “I don’t know, pose for me?”
Lisa smiled at him as she felt a warmth immediately spread from within her as he had never asked her to do this, “I thought you’d never ask.”
She spread her legs slightly beyond shoulder width, pointed her right toe and tightened the muscles in her quads and calves, and then she extended her arms over her head. The natural first pose to come to mind was a front double biceps pose, and she pulled her elbows down and contracted her lats, then she raised her elbows back up and clenched her fists to cause the biceps to compress into the tight peaks that she had inspected so many thousands of times in the mirror. She could picture the patterns of the veins each inner biceps muscle (more visible in the front view on the right side than the left), and the more numerous veins that emerged prominently in each forearm. Muscle memory from her frequent posing sessions with Debi kicked in as she tightened her abs, even though they were mostly hidden beneath the negligee. Daniel licked his lips and sat up in bed to look at her fully in the competition pose for the first time ever. She could see how he had quickly become sharply aroused as he enthusiastically looked at her body.
“Well, what do you think?”
Daniel’s mouth had apparently become dry, “You look absolutely stunning. I can’t believe it. You look like a professional bodybuilder.” He sat up further, as if he was going to get up to come over to her.
“No, stay on the bed. I just want you to watch first,” Lisa instructed. Daniel obeyed and leaned back again.
She proceeded to move through more of the compulsory poses that Debi had taught her. She realized, amazingly, that this was the very first time she had ever done any of these poses for Daniel. The feeling of the poses changed within her. She was performing now; she was putting herself on display for someone else rather than inspecting herself in the mirror looking for flaws or weak areas, like usual. She moved through the motions of the poses, delighting in the feeling as she squeezed and tightened the individual muscles as Debi has drilled in her. The actions changed, though, from mechanical to sensual as she watched the desire in her husband’s eyes while he watched her. She transitioned from one pose to another smoothly and relished Daniel’s examination as he’d first focus on the targeted muscle group that she featured in each pose, then wander about her body to delight in every detail. She tried to reward him both with improvisations on the core poses as well as repeated flexing and relaxing for each one. She knew that the repetitive flexing of each muscle, over and over, provided the most intense visual stimulation to the muscle fetishist’s eye. Daniel responded as expected, devotedly staring at each muscle group as the shapes changed under her command. The sinuous muscles and veins became engorged as they worked, clearly heightening his excitement. Daniel’s hand moved to touch himself as he watched, likely from habit.
Lisa tutted at him playfully, “Hmm, not yet, dear. Save that for me,” Lisa delivered the admonishment with a smile, “We’re not ready to be done so soon. We’ve only just begun!”
Daniel obeyed and put his hand back by his side, but she felt her own hunger swell as she eyed his erect manhood as it saluted her.
Lisa smiled bigger, “Tell me what you think.” The prompt was clearly rhetorical, of course, as she could tell quite obviously what he thought, but she wanted the verbalization.
Daniel swallowed, “I’m simply astounded at how you look. I’ve watched you grow for years now, but somehow I had no idea how big you had really gotten…how complete you are. You’re a real bodybuilder…my wife is a bodybuilder! I can’t believe it. I just never imagined that you would ever look like this…or do something like this for me. You’re so incredibly sexy!”
Lisa returned to a front double biceps pose, “Well, I’ve done this for me, honestly. But that’s what is amazing…that this is what you like. At this moment, this is for US!” She punctuated by flexing her biceps even harder, feeling the peaks burn with the effort. Then she relaxed and slinked slowly over to the bed.
“I’d like you to feel me. Feel my body. Wherever you want. Just use your hands and I’ll do what you want.”
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Daniel’s eyes grew large. He was clearly intoxicated in the presence of his wife in a way that he never had been before. While Lisa expected him to go straight to her arms (knowing from his video collection that his preference was for upper bodies), his hand started at her thigh. She smiled and looked at him, but his eyes were watching his hand on her muscular leg. She tightened the muscles in her quadriceps and felt the muscle swell. Daniel’s hand rose slightly as the muscle pushed outward and he tightened his grasp to dig his fingertips in gently, meeting the hardness of the trained muscle.
“Oh my god. You’re so hard. Your leg is so unbelievably hard!” His hand caressed over the contoured quadriceps, and Lisa now extended her leg to cause the muscles to change shape beneath his touch, and he traced the topology of her thigh beneath his fingertips as his jaw hung agape. His fingers explored the teardrop shaped vastus medialis inside her kneecap for a long time. He turned his hand around the back of her knee and moved downward to find her calves. She flexed and extended her toes in response to actuate the muscles meeting his caress. He first cupped the entirety of Lisa’s upper calf and appeared to savor the bulk of knotted muscle “en masse” and she worked her toes, then he began to probe the complex crevasses and bulges of the muscle network with his fingertips as they moved, taking extra time to trace the veins that crisscrossed over them.
Once Daniel had apparently satisfied himself on Lisa’s legs, he slowly ran his hand upward along the sweep of her outer thigh, transiting over the bulge of her hip flexors, then proceeded to work beneath the negligee draped over her stomach. He found her abdominals and began to trace the ridges with his fingertips. Lisa straightened her torso to stretch her stomach, then she exhaled sharply and clenched her abs tightly. Daniel’s eyes widened.
“Amazing. Your stomach is as hard as a rock. I can barely feel any fat on you.”
Lisa just smiled at the complement and twisted slightly to engage her obliques, lifting the corresponding arm nearest to Daniel to place it over her head. Daniel’s eyes moved to look at the deltoid and flexed bicep that was now inches in front of his face, but his hands remained on Lisa’s abs. He continued to trace the individual muscles of her obliques, following them back down to where they met the transverse abdominals that wrapped the side of her torso. Lisa used her other hand to lift the negligee so they could both watch his hands work over her muscles of her stomach. Her husband seemed entranced and never looked up from the work that his hands were doing.
Daniel began to move upward to Lisa’s pectorals and her (extremely diminished) breasts. He cupped her left pec, smothering her nipple with his palm, and his fingers and thumb closed around the exterior and interior boundaries of the muscle. Lisa brought her arm down and clenched the pectoral tightly such that the muscle mounded below his hand. Again, his eyes widened in initial disbelief before he renewed his focus and committed his fingers to thoroughly probe the hard edges of her chest musculature. She began to tighten and relax the pec slowly and rhythmically, drawing deep satisfaction as she watched Daniel’s captivation of the sight and sensation of her chest as it changed shape. She peeked down to watch the striations of the muscle emerge and fade during the action, and Daniel’s fingers strummed over them enthusiastically. He explored the cleft between her pecs, and she dutifully responded by flexing both sides together to make the muscle cleavage as pronounced as possible. Daniel took his time feeling the mass of her pecs where they joined at the lowest point on her sternum, continuously running his hand over the transition from her flat abs to her mounded inner pectorals, relishing the detailed shapes of her physique. Without any verbal queues, Lisa could quickly sense the regions that most interested him and she tried to respond by flexing the muscles in whatever manner seemed to elicit the greatest enjoyment for him.
“I simply can’t believe your body. I don’t know how you developed like this without me really noticing it…I mean, I’ve noticed of course, but I had no idea how far you’ve really come.” He was almost talking to himself. “I’ve been looking at pictures and watching videos of muscular women, bodybuilders, for years, but now to be so close to one that I can touch at will, wherever I like…to see and feel what it is really like. I’m amazed. You’re a woman with muscles that are so much bigger than mine, so much bigger than any man I even really know. And…you’re my wife. I simply can’t believe this.”
Lisa leaned over and kissed him, and he returned it ardently. She moved to his ear and whispered, “I want you to worship my arms. I think they are the best part. Would you like that?”
Daniel nodded and he eyed the arm nearest him hungrily as she slid her body away slightly to create room for her to create some room. In doing so, she briefly supported her weight on her arms, causing her triceps muscle to contract, to which Daniel’s hand was immediately drawn. Lisa smiled to herself, recognizing how rapt her husband was at this moment in her presence.
At first she did nothing, only looking into Daniel’s eyes, then she raised her arm and pulled her fist slowly toward her forehead, continuing to watch his face as her biceps pulled into a tight ball just a handful of inches before him. Daniel obediently watched the motion of the muscle, seemingly paralyzed by the closeness. She relaxed the muscle without moving her arm, allowing her attention to move from her husband to the study her own remarkable physique in action as she watched the hard peak disappear and soften into the unflexed form that still seemed retain a significant solidness and formidability, poised to respond to action. She repeated the flex and admired how the sinuous muscle fibers bunched back together and hardened back into the large ball. Daniel finally reached up and somewhat tenderly placed his hand on the hardened muscle. She watched him initially explore the contours of her biceps, deltoids, and triceps first with his fingertips, then indulge the process more substantially by firmly placing his palm against the muscle, bringing his other hand in to cup her triceps at the same time in an attempt to envelop her arm. He squeezed the peak of her biceps repeatedly, exploring how the blood-filled tissue failed to yield to either the distributed pressure of his fully cupped hands or the more focused pressure of his fingertips.
“My god…it is just so hard…you’re so hard. It is just like I remember Debi’s arm. I can’t believe what you’ve been able to accomplish.”
Lisa returned to meet his eyes, “Did you want to get closer? Would you like to kiss it?”
Daniel accepted the invitation with tremendous gusto. He brought his lips to her biceps and kissed them passionately. He nuzzled the muscles with his cheeks and licked them with his tongue. He repositioned himself to lick the inside curvature of the peaked biceps and requested that she repeatedly extend her arm and pull it back into the biceps pose while he did so as he felt the muscle contractions with his tongue and face, reveling in the intimate proximity to her arm.
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Lisa’s curiosity was piqued, “Tell me, what is it about a woman’s muscles that you find so fascinating?”
The question seemed to jar Daniel from his trance, “I really don’t know. It is the fact that a woman just isn’t supposed to be like this, perhaps. A woman shouldn’t have a body that rivals a man’s, she shouldn’t be bigger than him. The fact that a woman can do this, and that she’d want to do it…I don’t know how to explain it. The foundation of this is somewhat based in there…in the entire concept of a woman challenging what a woman is supposed to be physically. Then, when she achieves this she is still completely a woman, but she’s a woman who is physically superior to most men. That is the core of it for me, the essence. Over the years, I think less about that central concept and simply get off on the look itself.”
“Hmm. Tell me, is it the size? The fact that my muscles are so large…larger than yours? Larger and more developed than most men? Or is it the strength that they possess? I’m stronger than you, and I’m probably stronger than most of your male friends.”
“I don’t know if I can totally differentiate. The muscles, your muscles…the shape, the size, the definition…your vascularity…it all drives me nuts. But I know that they aren’t entirely for show, I know what capability they possess, at least I sort of know…”
Lisa lapsed into a thoughtful silence as she continued to flex and relax the muscles in her arm while Daniel administered to the study of every possible contour as they talked. Eventually, she interrupted Daniel’s concentration, “Honey, can you reach under the bed and pull out what I left under there?”
Daniel looked puzzled, but he didn’t question the direction so he slid off the bed and kneeled down. “What? Where did these come from?” He grunted as he pulled two forty-five pound dumbbells from under the bed and looked up at Lisa, “Have these always been stashed under here?”
Lisa laughed, “No dear, I put them there just for tonight. Can you lift them?”
Daniel looked a bit confused, “Umm, I’m not dressed for a workout, if you couldn’t tell.” He quickly absorbed that Lisa was not joking, “I guess I can lift them.” He stood up, and Lisa tried not to smile too broadly at the sight of him standing there, struggling slightly with the weights, while naked and still clearly aroused.
“Do I look dressed to workout, either? Go ahead, curl them.”
Daniel suddenly looked surprised, “I…I am not sure that I can.” Despite the protest, he gamely accepted the challenge and began to apply himself to the task, and the weights moved. First he curled the right side, then the left. His form was strict and proper, since Daniel was not a stranger to the weight room. After completing three repetitions with each arm, though, he began to struggle and failed on the right arm when trying for a fourth rep. He tried again and ultimately completed a fourth rep for each arm with broken form, but he was unable to do any more. Lisa admired the quick pump that came to his arms and noticed the veins that had emerged in his forearms and even at the top of his deltoids from the brief, but intense, effort she had requested of him.
“Nicely done. I’ll take them.” Lisa took the weights easily from Daniel, brushing his slightly softened erection as she stepped close for the transfer, giving him a wry smile. Once she settled her grip, she started to slowly curl the weights in alternating fashion while Daniel returned to the edge of the bed to watch. She maintained perfect form, and watched each arm work respectively as she conducted each rep. Her muscles, already engorged from nearly a half hour of flexing while Daniel worshipped her, swelled even more when subjected to the true resistance of the dumbbells. The veins in her forearms, biceps, and deltoids quickly engorged with blood and became prominently displayed. She knew from her workouts that could easily complete twelve reps with each arm at this weight.
Daniel was captivated, and she could see his hardness returning. “Stand behind me, honey. I’d like you to feel me as I do this.” As if the thought had not occurred to him, Daniel showed immediate excitement at this invitation and quickly moved behind her. Lisa didn’t stop performing the exercise as she felt Daniel’s body meet her from behind. She immediately perceived his erection pressing against her glutes as he moved himself into position, then his hands slid onto her deltoids. She continued the alternating curls slowly, making the eighth rep on the right side. His fingertips first explored the network of veins pressing against the skin of her deltoid, but quickly moved to the top of her biceps to probe the contraction of the muscle with the ninth rep. The left hand mirrored the action a moment later to follow the action of the other side. On the tenth rep, his hand tried to engulf the entire upper arm, biceps and triceps, to feel the full expansion. She felt him dig his fingers in as the muscles swelled against his grip, then irresistibly forced his hand back outward to easily win the battle. She felt his hand expand as it could not hope to encompass the full extent of her upper arm at the top of the contraction. Daniel whispered something unintelligible and bent down to kiss her neck, then her ear, then worked down to her trap. She felt him press his hips further into her lower back and relished the feeling of his stimulation. She continued on with the repetitions while Daniel indulged himself in the experience and the closeness to her, hitting her twelfth and feeling the familiar fatigue set in. She was fueled by the shared energy of the moment with her husband, though, so she proceeded to a thirteenth. The weight moved slowly and she had to break form slightly to execute it, but it continued to rise and Daniel dutifully studied her anatomy as she worked.
She completed the movements and bent over to put the weights down. Daniel’s hands moved to her hips as she consciously kept her butt pressed against him. She stood back up and raised her arms to move into a double biceps pose. Daniels hands immediately found her deltoids, then moved to wrap around the front of her arms to caress the front of her biceps as she hit the pose. She repeated the flex several times and felt him moan quietly as he experienced the blood-filled muscles swell and harden beneath his touch.
“Let’s take off this top,” Lisa whispered. Daniel responded immediately by moving his hand down and started to peel the negligee from the bottom, brushing her abdominals as he did so. Lisa raised her arms above her head so he could work the top off. Once off, Daniel’s hands moved to her now exposed chest and he began to alternate between fondling her nipples and exploring her pectorals. She closed her eyes and responded by tightening and relaxing her chest, enjoying the gentle stimulation of his touch. Daniel ran his hands down her abs (which she flexed in response) and down to her panties. He worked his fingers between the fabric and her skin and continued downward to touch her intimately and gently.
“Let’s take these off, too,” Daniel said into her ear, then kissed it as he bent over to work the lingerie down her legs. She stepped out of them and Daniel caressed her calves and thighs from a squatting position. “I simply can’t believe how strong you’ve become. You embarrassed me with those forty-five pound dumbbells. You’re incredible.”
She flexed her quadriceps under his hands. “It is nothing to be embarrassed about. I’ve been dedicating my life to building this body for a while now. It has been a singular focus of mine.”
“There’s simply no question about how much bigger and stronger you are than me. I’m your husband…a full grown man! It is so humbling that my wife is so physically superior to me, but it turns me on so much.”
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Lisa twisted within Daniel’s worshiping hands on her quads to face him and then bent over to take them into hers. She gently pulled him upward until he was standing. He was still strongly aroused and she enjoyed the feeling of his erection brushing against her as he stood. She wrapped her arms around him and tilted her head up to kiss him deeply.
“I know. I love it. I love what this does to you. I love the shock of the realization that you are experiencing now.” She took his hand and led him away from the bed to the open part of the bedroom. “I’m not done, though. Let’s play some more.” She smiled at him and kneeled down on the floor, “Come down here with me.”
“OK,” Daniel followed suit, “What are we doing?”
Lisa smiled at him, “Some push-ups. Assume the position.”
They both laid on the floor, bare chests against the carpet and palms down. They were facing each other. Lisa tilted her chin up, “Let’s start with twenty, OK?”
Daniel agreed with a sigh, “OK.”
They started. Lisa maintained solid form, as did Daniel. She easily finished her twenty push-ups, barely tiring. She knew she could complete more than fifty push-ups with relatively light effort, so this was hardly a tax on her at all. Daniel also managed to complete the twenty, but he had fallen about four reps behind Lisa such that she could watch him finish. She held herself in the finished position, arms extended, feeling the tight contraction of her chest, deltoids, and triceps as she held it and watched Daniel. Despite obvious effort to mask it, she could read that the last two taxed him as they were done at about three quarters of the speed of the other reps, and she noticed the quiver in his arms as the muscles fatigued while completing the last rep.
Lisa put her knee down. “That was a good warm-up. I’d like you to come over here and lie on my back.”
Daniel looked surprised, “Are you serious? You’re going to do push-ups with me on your back? There’s no way!”
Lisa smiled at him, “Oh, there’s a way. Let me show you. Come here.”
Daniel continued to look at Lisa with obvious doubt in his eyes, but she could see that he was respecting the conviction that she had in her ability. He was clearly excited at the possibility, and the recent demonstration of the considerable strength gap that her training had created between them was fresh in his mind. Lisa admired her husband’s erection, which was once again fully formed, as he made his way around her.
“Umm, how do you want me to…”
“Just lie on my back. Kind of like we’re spooning.”
She picked up her knee and placed her feet together once again, legs straight, body tensed, arms extended as she waited for him to take his place. She felt his hands on her upper back, then felt his weight press through them as he began to take his place. She easily managed the extra weight and enjoyed the tension that her conditioned arms, shoulders, and chest managed to sustain to meet the increased demand. Daniel lowered his chest onto her back, and Lisa felt two simultaneous sensual benefits of this position that she had not anticipated when she played this in her mind in the days before. First she noticed her husband’s hardness pressed into her buttocks, where it settled into the cleavage of her muscular glutes (which were clenched tight to maintain the rigid form needed to perform the push-up motion, particularly with the added weight of a full grown man added to her own). Second, she felt Daniel’s warm breath on the back of her neck as he came in close to her. His hands were now placed on her shoulders so he could balance, but he no longer needed them to support his own weight as his torso was supported against her back. Her head swam momentarily from the rush of sexual stimulation that this brought to her, but she quickly regained herself.
“Are you ready?”
Daniel’s breath was again hot on her neck, “Are you? Are you sure you can do this? I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Oh honey, this will not hurt me, don’t worry. Hold on.”
Daniel’s hands pressed into her deltoids, likely primarily for balance, but Lisa could feel how his fingers were also exploring the rippled musculature as she prepared to lower herself for the first repetition. Daniel weighed about one hundred and eighty five pounds these days, which she figured meant an addition of approximately one hundred pounds of resistance that she had to press in this exercise given how their weight was distributed. This was certainly going to tax her, but she knew she had the strength to execute a few reps. She slowly lowered them both to the ground, allowing her nipples to touch the carpet. She did not delay long at the bottom for fear of misjudging the weight or her capability so she immediately exhaled and pressed through her palms to push back up. To her delight the movement was surprisingly easy and the two of them rather quickly returned to the starting position. Daniel responded with a voiceless gasp that non-verbally conveyed his surprise to Lisa, and she enjoyed the tickle as his breath again passed against the back of her neck. She also felt a surge of pressure from his penis gently thrust at her backside, which she took as a clear expression of enjoyment.
She paused only momentarily at the top and again began to lower the two of them. Daniel was still intensely exploring her shoulders on the way down, but as soon as she hit the bottom of the motion, his hands slid around to her pectorals and grasped them symmetrically, cupping the muscles and pressing against the fully flexed hardness of them as she resisted the weight of their lowered bodies. Again, she pressed and they rose, and she enjoyed the feeling of her husband’s hands that were savoring the power in her chest as she did so.
“I’m at a loss for words. I cannot believe how spectacular you are. There’s just nothing I can say…”
Lisa didn’t respond, but held the position at the top, where her chest was contracted and the muscles bulged. Daniel enthusiastically massaged her chest in as many ways as he could invent in these moments. He raked his fingers from the central cleft between her pecs to the outer edges where they met her deltoids, he traced the defined edges with his thumbs and fingers, and he pressed his palms against the mounded muscle in a futile attempt to compress the sinuous tissue in any possible way. Lisa enjoyed the attention, all while registering the hardness against her back and the barely perceptible thrusts against her unyielding glutes that were accompanying his actions.
She completed four more reps clearly beginning to feel the effects of the effort. She perceived the glow of sweat both from the exertion and from the warmth of Daniel’s body against hers. The last rep was most definitely a struggle and it occurred more slowly than the others, but her muscles responded dutifully and never threatened to stop the movement that was demanded from them. Daniel had settled his hands on her chest throughout the remaining reps, exhibiting continuous statements of wonder at the demonstration of his wife’s sheer strength, all while relishing the exquisite details of the female anatomy that facilitated it.
Daniel eased off of her back and looked at her as she transitioned to kneeling in front of him, “I have no words.”
Lisa smiled, and could not resist the temptation to flex her pecs, now pumped and hot from the intense exercise. She saw how Daniel stared at her chest and the amazement in his eyes, while she admired his erection.
“I can’t wait anymore. I want you so badly right now.” She stood up and Daniel did the same.
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She placed her hands on his shoulders and guided him backward toward the bed and forced him into a seated position. He stared at her chest and shoulders the entire time. She moved in to kiss him which he returned enthusiastically, moving his hands to her arms and squeezing lovingly. She moved her hand downward and gently grasped his penis, relishing his hardness that she finally felt directly for the first time tonight. He moaned gently through the kiss and she proceeded to stroke very slowly. Daniel’s hand moved to her arm as she did to allow him to feel the action of the muscles of her biceps and triceps as she moved her arm gently up and down.
She broke the kiss and slowly made her way down to kneel at the edge of the bed before him without stopping the motion with her hand. She moved in toward his lap and took his hardness into her mouth, enjoying the telegraphed sensation of his pleasure as she did so. His hands moved to her massive shoulders as she began to work her head up and down, allowing her lips and tongue to wetly massage him. She could read his response by the slow pulsations of his erection in her mouth, as well as the soft moaning sounds through her ears. She brought her hand up to supplement the stimulation that she was able to invoke with her mouth and his hand quickly moved to find the biceps of her arm while she did so. As she moved her head up and down, she placed her thumb and forefinger in a ring around his shaft just in front of her mouth and followed the motion of her head. One of his hands played gently in her hair and the other remained clasped on her right biceps to enjoy the contractions of the arm muscles as they moved in harmony with her head. Although she had done this act countless times before, the new experience intermingling the fetishistic sensuality of the muscle worship with the intimacy of oral sex was simply mind-blowing to her. Despite the fact that this was most definitely an act focused on Daniel’s pleasure, she found her head swimming from arousal.
She slowly stopped and peered up at Daniel. Not surprisingly his eyes were closed as he savored the sensations, but he opened them in response to the cessation of her actions and looked at her. Without a word, she placed her arms below his legs in a basket-like lift and hoisted his body to move him toward the center of the bed. He helped by pivoting on his arms as she did so, but her copious strength meant that she was easily able to heave the bulk of his weight up and over in a single smooth motion. She quickly slid over him to straddle his hips, carefully positioning herself such that he could not yet enter her (as she sought to prolong the encounter), then she leaned over him and kissed him deeply. Daniel’s hands moved to her obliques while they kissed and his thumbs slid over the bumps of her abdominals before he worked up to her lats. He cupped the large muscles symmetrically and explored them thoroughly, caressing over her back to her spine before returning to the flare of the lats. He then moved to her arms and enjoyed the tension in her delts and triceps as she supported her upper body over him while they kissed. He ran his fingertips down to her forearms and delicately traced the veins that swelled prominently from the effect of both gravity and muscular action. She heard him moan as he did so and she felt the rush of euphoria pass through her from their mutual satisfaction in this moment. Here she was providing Daniel’s deepest sexual desires with her own body, while she basked in the sumptuous feeling of complete worship that she was receiving from him. There was no fantasy involved here, no roleplay, no pretending…they both were in the moment with each other with no façade or artifice to meet their individual needs. She never knew that two people could achieve such pure sexual harmony as they were experiencing in this moment.
Lisa, fully controlling the proceedings, now pulled back from the kiss and watched Daniel’s eyes open from the break. She looked at him admiringly as he did the same. He continued to fondle the vascularity of her forearms while he dreamily gazed back into her eyes. Without a word, she began to slide her knees upward to position herself such that she now straddled him just above his chest. Daniel understood immediately what was being asked of him and he transitioned his focus to the prize now before him. He moved his right hand to start slowly massaging Lisa’s clitoris with his thumb while his left hand reached up to caress her abdominals. Lisa let out an involuntary moan at the first direct stimulation she had received that evening as the pent up arousal that had coursed through her from the many hours leading up to this moment now instantly found a focal point on which to concentrate and build. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the intense sensations that now flooded into her from the point between her legs, enjoying the enhanced effect that she now experienced as a result of the supplements she had been taking. After an exquisite eternity, Daniel finally moved in with his mouth, gently playing with his tongue and periodically applying gentle suction with his lips. Due to the anatomical enlargement, Lisa could actually feel the movement of her clitoris under the command of his oral and manual ministrations. The experience was so different from what it was even a year ago, before she had begun the steroid regimen, where the sensations were so much more muddled and generic (and inconsistent) as Daniel would fumble about as he conducted the oral stimulation. She couldn’t establish whether this was a result of the enlargement of her anatomy that created an ability for her to differentiate the sensations more distinctly, or if it was a result of the undoubtedly simplified task now demanded of Daniel as he attempted to locate the key areas and conjure appropriate methods of stimulation. Whatever the reason, now Daniel was masterful and at this moment, in near ecstasy, she didn’t care how it came to be.
Lisa leaned backward and placed her weight on her right arm while her left hand played in Daniel’s hair, further offering herself to her husband’s mouth. Daniel’s free hand continued to stoke over her abdominals and picked up intensity as he felt the tension of the new position tighten the muscles. His fingers traced the separations of the muscles from top to bottom, over and over. After a minute, Lisa lifted her torso’s weight to once again suspend herself and she reached behind her to take her husband’s still hard erection in her hand and she gently began to stroke it while he pleasured her. She felt a deep satisfaction that Daniel maintained his own stimulation while he focused so exclusively on her enjoyment, as this seemed to speak to the mutual enjoyment in which they were both engaged tonight.
She pulled back from him and leaned closely to him, then whispered, “I want you inside me…now!”
Daniel was silent, but his enthusiasm was clear. He slid himself further upward as she moved back to align themselves appropriately, then Lisa proceeded to guide him into her. She thoroughly enjoyed the initial penetration both for the pure physical sensation and the emotional oneness that she always felt at that moment. Her husband also seemed to enjoy the moment as his eyes closed and he emitted a guttural sound. Lisa was careful to proceed slowly as she knew both of them were very close to orgasm, and as much as she hungered for the climax she intended to climb this mountain as slowly as possible to savor the final push to the end. She rocked on Daniel’s hips while Daniel once again groped her arms to explore the sinews of her muscles as she writhed on top of him. She reached over to the top of the bed and grabbed a pillow.
“Sit up a bit.”
Daniel responded by propping himself up and she slipped the pillow beneath his shoulders to elevate his torso slightly from the flat position he had been in to this point. With Daniel in the new position, she sat up straight and proceeded to lift her arms into a double biceps pose, while continuing to slowly and rhythmically rock her hips. Daniel’s eyes were glued to her, and in the now propped position he was able to reach upward and easily place one hand on each of her swelled biceps just as Lisa had intended. She began to pump her biceps while he cupped them in his hands, and she watched him intently as he once again lost himself in the worship of her physicality. She transitioned from the biceps pose to bring her arms downward and in front of her to perform a variation on a “most-muscular” pose (which she never practiced with Debi as it was not part of the female compulsories, yet she had done it countless times in the mirror to study the development of her pectorals, deltoids, and trapezius muscles). Daniel’s eyes widened and he immediately moved to feel the tightness of her chest in this pose. She closed her eyes and delighted in the feeling of his hands as they brushed her nipples while exploring her muscular contours.
She was close now. She repeated the most muscular pose for Daniel, as she could tell that it had also begun to push him very close to the edge. She squeezed her muscles tighter, attempting to impress him even further with the power of her body in what she recognized would be the final moments of this encounter. As she felt the inevitability of the orgasm event horizon begin to approach, she relaxed and lowered herself to completely savor the moment. She succumbed to complete selfishness now and forgot about trying to do anything toward Daniel’s satisfaction, but she perceived that he was in an identical state and she allowed herself to center inwardly. Her world became the rhythmic motion of her hips as she worked them to pull-in the orgasmic release, then it was there. Waves of pleasure began to radiate through her of a magnitude she had never experienced. The concentrated build-up from the hour of sex and muscle worship, the long burn created from the public display all night as she paraded her magnificence for Daniel while everyone else watched, and the simmering heat that had started from the mental preparations and planning of the days and weeks before this night all culminated in a height of sexual arousal that she had never before achieved. She was now rewarded with an orgasm of unprecedented intensity. It seemed to last for hours as wave after wave permeated her body, moving her to complete nirvana. She had now stopped moving to completely lose herself in the euphoric feelings before they began to slowly subside within her, but she enjoyed the familiar onset of the gentle blanket of comfort, satisfaction, and love for her husband that always followed. Just as the orgasm was of unprecedented strength, this envelopment of fulfillment also seemed thicker and more encompassing than usual.
She stayed on top of Daniel for many long moments, enjoying the oneness she felt as he was still inside her. His eyes were closed and he wore a pleasant smile. They were both covered in a light sheen of sweat that she found very pleasant and satisfying. She leaned over and gave Daniel one more long, deep kiss, which he returned. He placed his hand behind her head as she kissed him and held her there until they both had to release simply to take a breath. She finally relinquished to the need to separate and she rocked forward to ease off of him, enjoying that sensation as well but immediately longing affectionately for that deep oneness with her husband that came from the physical union. She pivoted over her husband and gently laid herself next to him, enjoying the shared silence for a few moments.
“Well, that was something special,” she said finally.
Daniel laughed softly, “That, what we just did, was something that I didn’t think could be that good. I thought I knew what ‘good sex’ was before, but I realize now that I actually had no idea. I know I’ve said this a thousand times tonight, but you are absolutely amazing.”
“What we just did is what happens when two people who are in love have no barriers between them. We both were there for each other, meeting each other’s deepest desires simultaneously. That was magical.”
Daniel nodded, but said nothing as he continued to stare at the ceiling. Eventually, he broke the silence, “You know, I don’t need you to look like you do. I love you completely. As good as all of this was, I’d feel awful if you felt like you needed to possess this body just to make me happy. I don’t know how to say that. I love it, but I don’t need it. I love you.”
“I know, I know. You don’t have to say that. I realize that what I’m doing here is not something that I can achieve forever. I never knew I wanted to build my body like this, to be a bodybuilder, until a few years ago. I suspect this is a lifestyle choice from this point, in some respect, for a long time, but what I’m doing now is pretty extreme. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love myself like this, and the fact that you love it so much just makes it that much better. Let’s just enjoy this while it lasts and enjoy what comes of it.”
“Agreed.”
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Out of curiosity, is Lisa a blonde? For some reason I was picturing her as a brunette. Not sure if I missed a description somewhere along the way.
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Love this story!
The whole sequence where Lisa caught him watching the bb competitions late at night cut so close to the bone, and it's idiomatic to those old enough to remember what ESPN's programming used to include. The whole encounter at the gym with the parents is one of my favorite passages on this board. The night on the town stirs the imagination when you realize at some point or another, Lisa must see, and be seen by, coworkers and parents. Plus, just imagine being a student at that elementary school and seeing a former teacher years laterinto her physical progress, knowing what she looked like earlier in her teaching career.
At one point you apologized for the vignette style, but for these characters and their story arcs, it's just perfect.
If there are future chapters, would she prepare for/enter a competition?
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This is hands down the best story of this category I have ever read. It is very well written, and realistic.
I love the description of Lisa's muscles and worship. I really love the character Lisa, she is huge, yet humble. Most stories make the main character (muscle woman) to be a complete ***** and humiliate the male character, which I personally don't like that much. I am more into admiration and worshipping muscle goddesses like what Lisa has become.
This is one of the best stories in Saradas. Have you considered submitting this story to sites like interwebcomics (Musclefan comics) or LHart?
I would am very eagerly waiting for more. :clap:
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This is my favourite female muscle story of all time, among all other well written stories of this genre that are out there. It is extremely well written, and has excellent character development.
It would be a shame if you were to discontinue this story now, especially when it has gotten to this climax.
Can you please provide us with an update at least?
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This is probably the most realistic female muscle story I have ever read. Absolutely everything is very believable; how she gets involved, the reaction of ordinary people to her muscles, the slow progress, the roids and how bodybuilding affects the relationship. I partically love that the more Lisa progresses, she also gets more and more into the whole sexy side of it. The prose is excellent, I just love the muscle descriptions.
I find this story more than a little disconcerting even how close it comes to my own feelings about this fetish of ours. I often wonder what it would be like - like many others here I suspect - if my otherwise great girlfriend/wife found out I am into worshipping very muscular women. Yet out of her own motivation she started seriously bodybuilding and succeeding. The slightly awkward reactions from Daniel towards his fantasy becoming real, are very much how I would react, I suspect. I think this story really touches the heart and soul of having this fetish and how it could be in real life.
I have only one mayor problem with this story: there is not enough of it! Please madsoam continue!
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I don't blame folks for not believing me due to the exceptionally long delay between chapters, but I do fully intend to finish this. I have a considerable amount of the next chapter done, but I've not had time to complete it so I can post. I also know how the story will end, but have to map my way to it (I'd guess 2 to 3 more chapters to get there...the counting down of the chapter titles should make this pretty obvious, as I'm literally running out of time in the virtual story world).
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bump
Really hope we can see something soon... :'(
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This story was recommended in a thread on 'realistic fem muscle stories' im only about a 1/2 the way through but my god :wow: this is truly one the best stories ive ever read. The detail. The realism. I also love that im coming to it after years of it having been worked on the entire thing seems so fully formed. A lot of karma to Madsoam. I think he is on hiatus or some thing but Im excited to read whatever he does when he comes out of retirement props also to whomever recommended this. Kudos
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I agree with Anon. This is by far the best realistic female muscle growth story ever (and it has an amazing and nice protagonist). I'm hoping the delay is because you've decided to publish it and have been setting aside time for it. If so, I'm buying it and I bet I'm not the only one. Please let us know if you are making this into a novella to be sold. :)
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I have indeed been on an extended hiatus...much longer than I anticipated. It is simply a matter of not having the time to sit and write. There is still a chapter on my computer that is about 3/4 done that I need to just commit myself to complete and post. Believe it or not, there is a good opportunity for me to have time to get back to this in the next couple months, so I hope to take advantage of this time to resume the story and get perhaps two or more chapters done.
I'm happy to hear that there is still interest in seeing this continue.
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I have indeed been on an extended hiatus...much longer than I anticipated. It is simply a matter of not having the time to sit and write. There is still a chapter on my computer that is about 3/4 done that I need to just commit myself to complete and post. Believe it or not, there is a good opportunity for me to have time to get back to this in the next couple months, so I hope to take advantage of this time to resume the story and get perhaps two or more chapters done.
I'm happy to hear that there is still interest in seeing this continue.
I guess you don't realize the anticipation around here....
But life before everything else. Have fun!!
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As the stoty is that good, we all will wait.
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The next instalment to this is more anticipated than the next Avengers film :)
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The next part is literally the Half Life 3 of Female Muscle stories.
Hope I didn't just jynx it though. ;D
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No pressure - well maybe a little - I thought you were almost done with a chapter - we will take a partial at this point :)
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This is a fabulous story. I am grateful to madsoam for the obvious dedicated effort in writing this. If you choose continue this story or to write another, I will be your diehard fan.
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bump :(
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I was reading Brfan's new "The Golden Age", and he mentioned Madsoam2's "Lisa's Path" as his favorite story. So I searched for it. And today I reread most if it, and read a couple of chapters that were new to me.
Madsoam, this is such a great story. So many of us have posted that it is either the best story, or the best story in the realistic category.
Don't rush to finish it. Keep doing all the chapters you want. Take your time. I'm sure a friendly moderator will go in and adjust your initial 3 years ago to 6 years ago if you ask.
But please, please, please, find time to add a chapter every year. Don't stop. (I'm not at a membership level where I can do a search to see what you've written recently.)
However, if you do think this is a fitting end for this story, and it is a lovely climax (ha!), then how about starting a new one !!!
I can only imagine how much time and skill went into creating Lisa's Path. As several others have said, the parallels in my early life are strong, just I never got to marry my Lisa.
I remember a few years ago we were posting about what we wanted more of in stories, and a few of us, a minority at the time, posted more realism. At the time I was thinking "more realism means heights under 6'6 and weights under 300 pounds" (something like that).
I had completely forgotten about this story and what can be done with true realism.
That said, if the only stories we had in our genre were stories like Lisa's Path, or Modesty Blaze, the genre wouldn't exist. They're just so time consuming and difficult to write. But when they do turn up they are wonderful to read!
I'll just add that we readers appreciate the work of all the authors in all the subgenres here. We appreciate the time and effort and imagination you all put into your work.
Thank you.
K+++ to every author, in particular today Brfan and Madsoam2 ;)
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Great story. Reading the chapters over again after so many years, it feels like the first time again.
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One more bump to nudge Madsoam to finish this wonderful story
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Would like to read what happens now on Lisa's Path. Hope it did not end.
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Also waiting to hear more soon.
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Perhaps my favorite story ever. Just thought I'd bump in hopes of getting a conclusion
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Would you believe I have a next chapter 75% complete? I owe it to the fans of this story that have been hanging in for so very long to get it done and posted. It isn't the conclusion, either. You can take that piece of information as good or bad news, I guess.
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I'll take any addition of this story as good news. Thanks for the update :thanks:
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Maybe the greatest story I have ever read. I´m so excited, how it could go on. Would like her to be more dominant :-*