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Part 2
We got to her place, a small studio apartment where she lived alone. She went to her computer and pulled up a chair.
“Okay well,” Jenni started, “I’m sure you probably watch porn, right?”
My face reddened slightly. But then I realized that was silly. There was no reason for me to be embarrassed about watching a little porn. “Um, sure.”
“Okay. Good,” Jenni replied. “It’d be embarrassing if I was watching porn and you weren’t”
“You watch porn?” I said, eyebrows raised. That was kind of hot, actually. A lot of women were too prudish to do that.
Jenni smiled demurely, which looked comical considering how little she was wearing and how muscular her exposed flesh was. Her tank top looked painted onto her massively muscular chest and lats. Her arms, fully exposed, were bulging with hulking mass. Her short shorts exposed all of the bulbous, knotted heads of muscle that composed her quads.
“I do. Check this out,” Jenni said.
Jenni pulled up a video of a jacked female bodybuilder working out, topless. “I love watching Shannon Seeley, isn’t she so hot?”
I couldn’t believe this. Jenni pulling up videos of jacked female bodybuilders. Was this a trap?
“Sure, I mean she’s jacked,” I replied. “So are you, though” I added diplomatically.
Jenni rolled her eyes. “It’s not a comparison, Steve. It’s inspiration.” Jenni licked her lips. “Watching these muscle chicks push themselves harder, seeing how big they can get, it motivates me to push harder. And…”
“And?” I asked.
“And I find it kind of erotic!” Jenni said in a hushed tone, her face flushing, not from embarrassment, but from rising libido.
I blinked. Then smiled. “This is so hot!”
Jenni smiled. “Good. Let me show you another.” Then she pulled up a video of Aleesha Young, one of the freakiest female bodybuilders she knew.
“Oh,” I said, almost moaning with delight. “That’s so freaky!”
Jenni felt a wave of relief, followed by a flush of sexual energy. “I know! I love her! I wish I had pecs like that!” Jenni said with a flex that sent pulsing waves of sinew through her pecs.
I was instantly hard, watching Jenni ogle Aleesha’s muscles, and seeing her own pecs bulge with so much muscle. “You’re are pretty great,” I said, reaching out and running a hand alone the top of Jenni’s rock hard pec shelf.
Jenni smiled at me, then looked back at the computer. “Let’s try something else” Then Jenni navigated to a fantasy web site that had fanciful images of hugely muscular women, cartoonesque, with muscles bigger than any living human. Jenni’s heart beat faster seeing the images, both because of her own sexual excitement and at the thought that I might think this was too much, too far, too freaky.
But when she looked up at me, she could tell I was only more turned on. And that led to a sexual rush that left a wet spot on the front of her shorts.
“Oh yeah, you like it, don’t you!” Jenni said in a low sultry tone. “You love this muscle smut as much as I do!”
I nodded, quickly, so overwhelmed I was barely able to speak. Jenni leaned over and stuck her tongue into my mouth. My hands went to her hard, angular shoulders, moved to the corded knots of muscles on her thick back. Jenni tore my workout shorts open and reached inside.
Jenni suddenly shoved me down. She imagined the images from that fantasy web site of women so bloated and jacked with muscle that it was unreal. She ripped off her top as I finished tearing off my shirt and shorts. Jenni stood briefly and pulled down her soaked shorts, which had nothing underneath them but her steaming wet pussy. She liked her lips as she ran her hands up her own abs and cupped her muscular pecs.
I watched Jenni roughly grasp her C cup tits and then sink her fingers into the thick pectoral shelves they rested on. My dick was as hard as I could remember as she stalked forward, licked her lips, and mounted his raging hard on.
“Oh Steve, I’m so fucking horny right now!” Jenni said, thrusting her hips as she fucked me. “Do you like my muscles?” she said, raising her arms in a double biceps pose. orange-sized biceps solidified on top of her thick muscular arms.
“Oh fuck, Jenni, your muscles are so hot!” I said as I grabbed her thick, muscular hips and thrusted into her earnestly.
“Oh yeah,” Jenni said, licking her lips as she turned and licked her own bicep. “I like them too! And I want them even bigger!”
My eyes widened. “Oh yeah baby, make those muscles even bigger!”
Jenni’s pussy gushed at my encouragement, exactly what she’d hoped to hear. She increased the pace of her thrusting. “Oh yeah, baby, I’m gonna get bigger! Stronger! Huger!” She said, imagining her muscles growing bigger, thicker, more striated.
“Fuck yeah, Jenni, get bigger! Get huge!” I shouted, encouraging her crazed lust for more muscle.
“Ahghh!” Jenni moaned, nearing climax. “Ungh yes! I’m gonna get bigger baby!” She thrust harder, moaning and whining, “Ung, Ung, Ung… bigger than Shannon! Bigger than Aleesha! Oh yeah! Bigger baby, even bigger than Arnold!”
I was lost in her maniacal desire for more mass, and shouted “YEAH BABE, MORE, BIGGER, HUGER!!!”
“OH FUCK YES!” Jenni screamed, “BIGGER THAN MR. OLYMPIA! BIGGER THAN A GOD DAMNED GORILLA!”
My cock started bucking at her wild pronouncement, and Jenni’s pussy spasmed in orgasm. Jenni moaned, then panted breathlessly.
“Oh Steve, that was awesome,” Jenni said.
I nodded with a smile.
Jenni wiped her brow and said with a wink, “now the only thing left to do is grow!”
“I can’t wait,” I replied.
Part 3
It was an unbelievable fantasy experience that I never knew I wanted. Jenni had gone completely off the deep end with her muscle fetish, and I followed her right over the edge. Now she looked like a professional-level female bodybuilder, tipping the scales at 175lbs at only 5’4” tall. It was amazing.
“Hey babe, come feel my arms!” she said as she stood in front of the mirror, clad only in a thin lycra bra and matching stretchy panties.
She flexed her bicep, and an impressive, boulder-sized bulge popped out. As she held the flex, a thin blue vein rose to the surface.
I came up behind her and grasped her bicep. I squeezed and felt its firmness.
“Jenni, that’s so hot!” I said.
“Shit yeah, I know!” she said, licking her lips. She ran her other hand down her abs, now rippling with packed muscle. She had a cut six pack, and you could see the outline of oblique muscles.
“And look at my pecs!” she said as she flexed her striated pec muscles, which rippled. She flexed her left, then her right, each one bunching up into a mass of fibers and veins. It was so sexy, I was hard as a rock.
“Look at these fucking pecs!” she said with her hands on her hips. She flexed her pecs and watched them bunch up in unison, pushing her firm tits down and out.
“You’re hard, aren’t you,” she said, not taking her eyes off her own thick chest.
“Fuck yeah,” I said.
“Good,” she said. Then she bent over slightly and did a most muscular pose, gritting as she watched muscles and veins pump up all over the reflection of her body.
“Let’s fuck!” she said with a flex of her glutes that I caused them to bulge against her panties.
My mouth dropped. She had never been quite this aggressive before, but I can’t say I didn’t like it.
She held her flex and stared at her own reflection. Then she turned and said, “Right NOW!” through grit teeth as she shoved me onto the bed. She ripped my shorts off and pushed her sopping wet pussy down on my hard cock. She was so wet I just slid right in.
“Ungh!” Jenni grunted, releasing her flex, and then quickly flexing down again. Veins and rippling sinew bulged across her arms, her chest, and her shoulders as she began thrusting on top of me.
“Ongh, fuck yeah!” she grunted. “BIGGER!” she said, talking to herself more than me as she strained her muscles harder, willing them to grow.
“Come on,” she hissed, talking directly to her muscles. “GROW YOU BASTARDS!” she grunted, flexing harder, focusing on her traps, her pecs, and her biceps.
I bucked harder, trying to push my diamond hard cock deeper, but Jenni was so big and heavy now that her body barely moved.
“Ooohh yeahh!” she said, putting her hands on her hips and flexing her pecs again, and again, and again! Veins grew bigger and more prominent, invading her neck, puffing up on her forehead even.
“COME ON, GET BIGGER!!” she cried, punctuating the words with another massive pec flex.
She grit her teeth and actually growled, her pecs, traps, and biceps vibrating as she pounded my hard cock faster.
“GONNA BE FUCKING HUGE!” she shouted, balling her fists and closing her eyes. She flexed even harder, her muscles vibrating with the effort
“BIGGER THAN THE MOUNTAIN! BIGGER THAN THE HULK!! I’M GONNA BE A GIGANTIC MUSCLE MONSTER!!” Her pussy vibrated with the pronouncement and I felt juices gushing. At the same time, I came, pumping spurt after spurt into her tight, vibrating pussy.
She stood, took one more look in the mirror, smiled, and turned. “This muscle fetish is so fucking hot! The bigger I get, the hornier I get, and the bigger I want to become!”
“Hell yes! I’m all in!” I said with a huge grin.
Jenni started feeling her biceps, pecs, and rippling six pack. “Damn, I’m hot. Ready for round two?”
I smiled, licked my lips, and nodded.
Part 4
We were back at the gym and Jenni was reeling with excitement. Looking over her body, she felt a new wave of confidence surge through her. She was big, her muscles surging, and she was only going to get bigger.
Jenni stepped to the squat rack. She started to pile weights onto the metal bar. 400 lbs.
“Good warmup.” She said, as her legs fired the weight up and down. Her swollen hamstrings bulged beneath her enormous quads, pushing the weight with ease.
“Add more,” she commanded. I obeyed, slipping another 45lbs on the bar. She pressed the 445lbs with ease.
“More.”
I placed another 40lbs onto the bar with a clank. Bringing herself under the bar, she felt the cold steel meet her thick traps and stood proud. Her legs were getting seriously pumped now. Every tendon in her body looked as if it had been carved from stone, her thick quads shredded with shebeef and thick veins. As she squatted the weight, her calves exploded with size, swelling into diamond hard mounds of muscle. With a light grunt, she pushed the floor away, bringing the weight back to the rack.
“More!” she said again, her eyes focusing only on her burgeoning muscles in the mirror, like both she and I were just wayward servants of her growing mass.
I slapped another 90lbs onto the bar, bringing the total to 575lbs. A huge jump. Jenni was practically salivating. She was ready to crush this weight. She slipped under the bar, her back pressing hard against steel. With a roar, Jenni’s piston legs pressed the weight upwards, her clothes stretched tight across her body and her whole body flexed to freakish proportions. It looked like she was growing right before my eyes. I had never seen Jenni squat so much before, but with the sheer confidence that she approached the weight was a huge turn on.
It felt like electricity was surging through Jenni’s veins as she squatted the bar. Her body felt like it was burning up as she pushed the weight upwards. She could feel her heart beating like a drum and the blood pumping through her like an engine. She rose slowly, her legs shaking.
She grunted in frustration, but refused to give in. She thought without the supplements, she would become weak. But she knew she had the power inside her now. She was never going to be weak again. She was going to be huge. Bigger than anyone here. Bigger than anyone anywhere!
Jenni’s legs burned with pleasure and she could feel her clit bulge in her shorts, desperate to escape the lycra confines. The weight rose again, and suddenly it felt as if it had gotten lighter.
“More weight!” she bellowed.
I jumped to her side putting another 25lbs on the bar, bringing it to 600lbs.
Jenni, however, was unsatisfied. “More!”
I put another 25lbs onto the bar, then another 25lbs. “That’s 650lbs,” I said.
“Oooh, yeah! Now we’re talking!”
Jenni dipped once more into the squat, her legs swelling well beyond man-shaming at this point. As she dipped down, she looked even wider than she did a few minutes ago. I see and hear the threads of Jenni’s tight tank and lycra shorts splitting at the seams. She was literally growing before my eyes.
“Yes!” Jenni screamed, “Look at this body!”
Slowly the bar travelled up, and with a resounding rip, her top split right down the middle of her back, muscular flesh spilling through the receding material. It fell in tatters to the ground leaving nothing but a desperate sports bra. Her clit was surging with blood as well, drilling through its restraints and creeping up out of her shorts.
“God, I’m so strong!” she roared.
She dropped for another rep, and another, and another. Each rep split more of her shorts, bra, and even her feet looked like they were growing out of her socks.
After ten incredible reps, she finally racked the weight and stood to her full height. She was nearly as wide as the rack. I stood dumbfounded at the sight of Jenni’s immense bulk. How could this be happening? Jenni had the widest, thickest back I had ever seen. Valleys of muscle that could outflex anyone in the gym. Legs like mountains of muscle and broad shoulders formed the most exaggerated hourglass figure imaginable.
As she turned, several onlookers fainted, others looked away disgusted, but many were left aroused in ways they had never experienced.
Jenni’s body was huge and shredded beyond belief. She felt strong, powerful. The feeling was intoxicating. She looked me directly in the eyes as she brought her arms into a freakish most muscular.
Every muscle in her body dialed to 11, veins splayed over each exposed inch of flesh.
“Oh fuck yes!!” she moaned.
In a final surge of growth, her muscles bulged obscenely, the final rags of her bra and shorts clothing exploded off her frame. The amazon stood; her upper body was completely exposed, and her bulging clit covered only by a thin lycra thong. Four months ago she would have been completely embarrassed at being half-naked in a public gym, but now? Now she had accepted the Alpha she truly was. She was the most muscular, powerful person in this gym. She had nothing to hide.
She brought her arms up in a double bicep pose, showing off her now 20 inch biceps.
“And I’m only just getting started!”
Part 5
Jenni kept upping her her training regime. Her mesomorphic body seemed to be capable of insane feats. She was now lifting for hours every day, needing almost no rest. She was eating more than three average men. Her body absorbed it all and grew.
She was now bigger and thicker than any woman I had ever seen, real or imagined. Her traps were so big that it looked like she had no neck. Her lats were so wide and thick that she looked wider than she was tall. Her smallish tits sat on pecs that were thicker than phone books. The skin was stretched so tight over them that blue ropy veins were clearly visible even on her tits. Her abdominal wall was thick, not shredded but the muscle bellies of her abs were easy to make out. She had obliques that looked like thick, blocky love handles and gave her mid section a barrel shape. Her thighs were thicker than most men’s waists and her calves jutted out like bulging heart-shaped softballs.
“Look at me, babe!” she growled into the mirror as I stared, awestruck by her sheer intimidating mass. She was topless - her massively striated pectoral plates bulging with mass, her B-cup tits just hanging underneath like after-thought appendages. She wore a white lace thong that struggled to contain the mass of her thick, striated glutes and muscular pussy.
She flexed her pecs, first the left, then the right, causing them to bulge and ripple with power. She had a groove between them three inches deep. She grunted and flexed them both. Thick blue veins engorged across her alien pectorals and squirmed like angry worms burrowing across her comparatively tiny tits.
“You’re a goddess!” I breathed. I was completely erect just from watching Jenni flex her monstrous physique.
“I’m a god-damned MONSTER!” she cried as she flexed down into a most muscular. A cascade of vein-encrusted sinew bulged outward from her pecs, abs, and thighs. Veins inflated like pencils across her thick thighs and her bulging abdominals. It looked like they all fed into the massive bulge of meat that was barely contained by the front of her lacy thong underwear.
Amazingly, even her pussy had become jacked. I could see the thick pussy lips pulsing with muscular growth, bulging outside the confines of the thong. Her clit, itself a mound of muscle, bulged further, stretching the double-XL sized thong normally meant for a morbidly obese woman. But Jenni’s super-cunt was nearly bursting out of it.
Jenni released her flex and turned toward me.
“Look at my CUNT!” she hissed. Veins pulsed across her thighs and abs, feeding those already thick pussy lips. They bulged, along with her massive clit, as stitches popped.
“OH FUCK YESSS!” she hissed as a cascade of muscle converged on her mid section, bloating her musculed cunt. She released and flexed it again, and it pulsed like a thick, freakish bicep. Fist-sized protrusions bulged around her muscled pussy lips as her thong slowly lost the battle to contain it. It finally tore and fell to the ground.
“Oh yeah, baby,” She said, flexing an arm and turning her face toward it. “I’m so fucking jacked up! It’s so fucking horny!!” she said. Then she licked her bicep.
“Oh shit, you’re a muscle freak!” I moaned.
“I’M A MUSCLE FUCKING MONSTER!” Jenni cried, flexing her super-cunt again. She slowly lowered herself onto my member, then clamped down. I gasped. Jenni stood, holding me aloft with the sheer power of her muscled pussy.
“CHECK IT OUT, BABE!” she cried, contracting her pussy muscles to thrust my huge cock in and out of her muscular mound without even touching me. “I CAN SUCK YOUR DICK WITH MY MUSCLED CUNT!!”
She grabbed her own pecs and moaned. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she imagined her freaky muscles growing even bigger.
“Unngh” I moaned, unable to hold back, “Oh god, you’re such a fucking freak…”
Jenni growled and glared down at me as her pussy sucked at my member. “Oh yeah, babe,” she moaned, her super cunt contracting and massaging my member. “NOBODY can do this! I’M A SUPER FUCKING FREAK!” she said, flexing her cunt again.
I moaned, feeling her diamond-hard pussy muscles tight against my member. She held me there, preventing my release. She looked me right in the eyes, a fire of intensity burning in hers.
“And I’m going to get even bigger, babe!” she said, her eyes boring into me. My cock was begging for release, but her hard cunt muscles refused to budge.
“You like this bigger, jacked-up me, and I like it too,” she cried maniacally. “I’m gonna get so freakishly big, and you’re gonna worship all these super powerful muscle!”
“Please…” I started begging, the pleasure in my ball sack verging on pain at this point. I needed to release!
“You’ll be MINE, so turned on by all this freakish mass that you won’t even be able to get hard looking at a normal woman!”
I moaned in part pain, part pleasure, wanting nothing more than release.
She reached down, grabbed my head, and whispered in my ear, “Now cum for me, slave!”
Her cunt muscles finally relaxed and my load, the biggest load I’ve ever blown, exploded into Jenni’s muscular pussy. She moaned, and her super-cunt gushed juices, she was so turned on by her control over me. And this was just the beginning.
Part 6
Within weeks Jenni looked absolutely unreal. She had turned herself into a monster. The sexiest monster on the planet. She now weighed 240 lbs. She was thicker than she was tall. Her arms were 25” and her quads a freaky 38” thick. She had razor-sharp definition, with less than 1% body fat. Every time she moved, her muscles cascaded with waves of sinew across her entire form, including her neck and her face. She looked in the mirror and loved what she had become. She flexed her traps, which practically swallowed her head as they reached past her ears. They looked like meat appendages growing on top of her back, and they were covered in striations and veins. She flexed her lats and they inflated like meat wings, covered in sinew and freakish veins. They reached past her elbows and lifted her arms, which she could not lower past 45 degrees when she flexed her lats.
She flexed her pecs, first the left, then the right, and each split and separated into two distinct bulges, an upper and a lower. She had a groove between them three inches deep, and they each rippled with striations. She grunted and flexed them both, sending her erect, shot-glass-sized nipples pointing straight at the floor. Thick blue veins engorged across her alien pectorals and squirmed like angry worms burrowing under her skin.
“You’re a freak!” I breathed in awe.
"You think that’s freaky? I'll show you freaky, babe!" Jenni snarled, raised her arms, and flexed. Biceps the size of baseballs exploded from her arms, with thick blue veins snaking around them. The thick veins, throbbing to her quickening heart beat, expanded with each beat - bigger and bigger, until they were nearly the size of garden hoses. Then her arm slowly started to expand. Jenni let out a long, soft moan as her biceps slowly expanded past softball size, then larger, until they peaked at 28" of freakish mass, split with striations and sick vascularity. She released the flex, put her hands on her hips, and grunted softly as she flexed her pecs.
I just stared as the muscle fibers in Jenni’s pecs bloated, split, and multiplied before my eyes. Etched notches in the groove between her pecs grew more pronounced as her pecs expanded. Her b-cup tits seemed to shrink, dwarfed by the huge beefy pecs from which they were suspended. Suddenly she rolled her hips forward as her mid-section exploded in cabled relief. Her abs looked like a stack of eight baseballs with freaky veins running all over them, as they slowly expanded with growth. Her obliques squirmed and vibrated with growth.
Then she released her flex, bent forward, and crunched her arms downward in a most-muscular pose. Her traps exploded up to her ears as a sickening grimmace twisted her face. She grit her teeth as every muscle in her body vibrated with growth. Veins popped from her forhead and snaked down her cheeks as even her face exploded in disgusted vascularity. "ughhh!" she grunted deep, squeezing every last bit of growth from her overdeveloped physique, and her entire body expanded another inch.
It was unbelievable. Jenni now seemed able to force her muscles to grow at will. How was this possible?
Jenni moaned, her hands running all over her freakish mass, overcome with lust for her own muscles.
“Oh, I can feel it babe,” she moaned. “Inside me, like a thousand angry bees, just wanting to bust out!” Then she flexed every muscle in her body.
"hugg!" she moaned as her muscled pulsed and expanded. "hunnngg!" Her muscles surged with growth as a sound like creaking leather filled the air - her skin being stretched over her burgeoning muscles. "HUNNGG!!!" she cried, face crunched, fists digging into her temples. Her hugely pumped physique expanded, as her heart pounded, pushing more and more blood into the multiplying muscle fibers. "HUUUUNNNNNG!!" she cried out again. Then she straightened up suddenly. "RRRRAAAAHHHHHH!" she roared, streatching her arms out and upward, the peaks of her muscles soaring skyward, her head tilted back. She smiled, and looked down at me.
“Oh babe, look at me now!”
I nearly pissed myself. Jenni had become the most muscular thing I had ever seen, human or animal. Her calves were huge, demented, beef-filled footballs of muscle. Her thighs, my god, they hung over her knees by inches, and bloated out like watermellons straining her skin. Her abs looked like a stack of 8 oversized softballs packed under skin so tight it was nearly translucent. Her waist had to be 40" of solid muscle. Veins thicker then her fingers snaked around her legs and her torso. Her pecs were just enormous, thicker then two phone books, and b-cups looked like tiny, veiny balls stuck in the corners of two huge, immensely shredded blocks of beef. Her lats were so thick, so large that they held her arms out at 45 degrees. And her arms - her biceps were bigger than basketballs. Her head was swallowed by the most giagantic traps imaginable - she had no neck at all, just solid, shredded beef from the top of her head down to her toes.
"I'm a fucking mega-muscle queen!" Jenni roared.
I stood dumbfounded, but my cock was hard as a rock. Jenni saw it, obviously pleased with the effect she had on me. She moaned as a cascade of muscle converged on her mid section, bloating her musculed cunt.
“Oh yeah, baby,” She said, flexing up an arm and turning her face toward it. “I’m so fucking jacked up, I’m not even human anymore!” she said. Then she extended a long tongue - too long for a normal human, and utterly laced with muscles - to her bicep and licked it.
“You’re a mutant! A muscle freak!” I squeaked.
“I’M A FUCKING MONSTER!” Jenni cried, flexing open her super-cunt. She slowly lowered herself onto my member, then clamped down. I gasped. Jenni stood, holding me aloft with the sheer power of her muscled pussy.
“GIVE IT TO ME!” she cried, contracting her pussy muscles to thrust my cock in and out of her muscular mound without even touching me. “CUM IN THIS MASSIVE MOUNTAIN OF FUCK BEEF!”
She grabbed her own pecs and moaned, feeling the bulging, angular masses, letting her fingers probe the deep cuts and striations. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she imagined those freaky pecs growing even bigger.
“Unngh” I moaned, unable to hold back, “Oh god, you’re so fucking massive… I can’t hold it…”
Jenni growled and glared down at me as her pussy sucked at my huge member. “THAT’S RIGHT BABE, I’M A GOD! YOUR MUSCLE FUCKING GOD! OFFER UP YOUR CUM, NOW!”
Then her super-powered pussy pistoned him like a jackhammer. I groaned, my nutsack bucked, and I ejeculated what felt like a gallon of cum into Jenni’s muscular pussy. She moaned, then released my cock and let me fall to the ground with a thud. Not one drop of cum fell from her pussy. Her overly-muscled cunt had inhaled it all and absorbed it all.
“Thanks for the protein infusion,” Jenni said. “I’ll need it to grow even bigger.”
Bigger? I thought with fear. Then my muscle-lust took over, and I was hard again. Jenni just smiled.
