The Muscle Barry Chronicles: For the Love of Muscle

[The Raven]

Another story from the muscle berry chronicles. Hope you all Enjoy. This story is already finished and is just being edited so I'll be dropping it in parts while I finish that process.

Part 1

I'm Kayla Rhodes and I have two confessions to make. I'm gay. And I've got the serious hots for muscle women.

And this ain't a new thing. Even as a little girl, all my favourite characters were the warrior chicks. The women who could fight their way out of a bad situation. And when I saw my first female bodybuilder. That was me. That's my thing. That's what I wanted. But like most confused teens in a conservative home, I was in denial.

But when I got to High School, those guilty fantasies that tortured my mind, got hauled right on to the surface. Because everyday, I had classes with my dream girl. Her name's Mika and I was the super lucky girl who got to be her lab partner. We didn't have much in common at first but we both were lacking in the friends department so we hung around each other more often than not at school. 

She was a gym rat not interested in sports while I'm the child of the local religious nuts. You heard me. Gym rat. Mika was like a machine at the gym and her muscles showed it. She was always open and honest about her goals too. Why she was doing this. What she wanted. She had the answer. The only parts she hadn't figured out were how she got there exactly and when she'd achieve her goal.

What was it you ask? Mika wanted to be the biggest, most muscular woman on the planet. She was never shy about telling people her dream. The day I finally asked her was the first time I'd ever felt a flutter down my lady parts. My first mini-orgasm. She was the girl of my dreams. A girl I'd fight for.

It was our junior prom and I'd finally built up the courage to ask Mika to be my date. I tried to be subtle about my feelings, maybe play it off as friends going together but Mika saw right through me. I'll never forget.

"Kayla. Are you gay?" she just straight up asked me. I was glad I made sure to take her somewhere private before hand but still

"No? What? No way? Me? Gay? That's? No way?" I denied it. For all the good it did.

"You don't need to fucking lie to me. So what if you're gay. No big deal." She denied my denial.

"No. There's no way I can be......." but I was stubborn.

"Oh! We all know your parents are dumb fucks. The quicker you get out of their ridiculous house the better." and she smiled at me. That same calming smile she'd give me whenever some shitty thing happened at home or at school. I couldn't believe what came out of my mouth next.

"I. I think I'm in love with you!" I nearly screamed out. And she just continued that smile.

"Damn. I'm flattered. Really. But sorry. I'm not gay. I can't reciprocate your feelings. So please, just think of this as some silly high school crush that you'll move past in the future. We can still be friends though." I got real shy after that. Would these feelings change? Would I even be able to move on? Could we still be friends after this?

"Now cheer up will ya? I'll gladly go to prom with you. You're still my best friend. That's not going to change anytime soon." She spoke so freely to me, with a smile that's emblazoned into my heart. She'll always be my first love.

We left early from prom and wandered our way to a kids play park. While sitting on the swings, Mika asked me

"So, what about me did you fall for?" and I did exactly what you think I did. I panicked.

"What? Huh? Why? Do you want to know that?"

"I'm just curious. I'm not some cute girl. Or the prettiest. My grades aren't even close to being called good so I'm not that bright. I'm also a pretty dull person. I've just been thinking, why me?"

"I don't think you're dull. I think you're sweet, kind, witty and, well, just, amazingly beautiful" I confessed. She gave me a weird look before smiling.

"Damn girl, you really have fallen hard. And I'm flattered. I'm just, not that good. I'm driven but I'm also selfish. I'm already considering doing something stupid. My goal is stagnating, and I'm starting to get frustrated about it. But I'm planning to stay clean for as long as I can. Although, that's as much decided by my finances than my determination." I was shocked.

"Are, are you talking about using steroids?"

"Yup. I'm gonna have to take them eventually. Being natural has its limits. Steroids too. But those limits are much closer to my dreams than being natural. So yeah. Once I get closer to my limits and I have the money, I'll be taking them." I was somehow even more stunned, but more than that. My imagination was driving me,

"That is so....." "Crazy?" She interrupted.

"That's so, so hot." Silence. That was the first thing I said today or when I asked her to prom that really shocked her.

"Wait, do you like, muscle girls? Is that why you got a crush on me?" I knew I couldn't hide any longer so I just confessed.

"At first, yeah. But the more time we spent together, the stronger my feelings got. For you" I couldn't even look at her after that.

"Well, now I'm even more flattered. When you work so hard on something, it feels so good to hear that someone appreciates all your hard work and effort. It's also really nice to know I'm not the only one. A girl that's into muscular women." She told me while gently putting her hand on my shoulder.

"So, if I were to take a bunch of steroids and get all buff and stuff, would you date me then?" I asked her. She laughed. I made her laugh.

"Probably not. And it ain't that easy for a girl to get jacked. It takes a lot of hard work, dedication and determination even when they do use drugs." She scolded me.

"Really? How can you be so sure you aren't gay or at least bi?" And she gave me the most straightforward answer ever.

"Porn. That I still crush on guys. I only fangirl over muscular women. I want to be one, not date one." She was so sure of herself.

That night solidified our friendship for life. Despite our efforts, we separated before college. Both going to different schools in different states. We did try to keep in touch every so often. But as time flew by, eventually, we hadn't spoken in years. And I have to admit, she was right. I did move on. She'll always be my first love, but not my greatest one. That honour belongs to Dee.

[The Raven]

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[The Raven]

College freed me from both my parents and my sexual repression. They disowned me when I told them I was gay, They even tried to convince me to go to conversion therapy. And when I refused, that was the end of our relationship.

I almost became a different person at college, freed from those shackles. I dated plenty of girls all throughout my college days. Some were great for a while. But none compared to Mika. Maybe that was my problem. Maybe my standards were too high? I thought to myself.

I'd almost finished my nursing degree when my friends invited me out for some rock climbing thing. I'm not exactly the most athletic girl so I was really nervous about going. And it was one of the best decisions of my life. The rock climbing part sucked, well for me. But I enjoyed watching some of the girl climbers. Now, it was there that our group met another group where one person from each group knew each other and one thing led to the next and our new super group ended up at the same bar.

And in that group was not my girl Dee.

Now you see, one of the girls I didn't know got into an argument with some guy where they both got separated by some bouncers. And I am so glad for that fight. If it never happened, I never would have seen my warrior queen.

How often do you check out the bouncers? I mean, they're usually big burly guys. Not exactly my taste. But there SHE was, pulling two drunks apart. Butterflies the moment she met my eyes.

I spent the rest of that night stalking my new crush with my eyes. My friends even told me off for being 'creepy'. So I got drunk. Very drunk. So drunk I missed the ride share going in my direction and had to call an Uber.

So there I was outside the closed bar, waiting on an Uber that was running late. I was probably swaying when she asked if I was okay. I reflexively said I was fine without turning around but she didn't take me seriously. Thankfully she didn't listen.

"You don't look fine to me. Here. Sit down. Are you waiting on a friend? Or an Uber?" she asked me. I finally turned to see who was talking. And it was her. I actually thought I was seeing things. She guided and helped me to sit down on the curb. A lot of my memory is still fuzzy here, but she sat beside me while I waited. I think I told her about the Uber and how it was my fault that I got left behind. I prattled on like any overly drunk girl to my 'imaginary' companion. And when I told her that part.

"Really? Then whose jacket do you think you're sitting on?" Yeah. I wasn't wearing a jacket all day.

"Then? Whose jacket is this?" I asked like a dummy.

"It's mine. You can call me Dee, if you even remember this tomorrow." she smiled that magic smile of hers at me.

We had a good laugh about that. We continued talking for I don't know how long before we checked on my Uber status. My driver had cancelled. The app was finding me a new one but Dee just cancelled it for me and escorted me to her car.

I awoke the next morning on a strange bed. In an unfamiliar room. My head was throbbing, as I slowly crawled out of the bed and tried to quietly sneak out the room. The apartment was a small one bedroom which was still significantly bigger than my dorm room. As I was making it close to the door I heard from the open plan kitchen.

"Morning there sunshine. Sleep well?". And to my surprise, there she was. The beautiful woman I was obsessed with the night before cooking eggs in the kitchen.

"You're looking confused. How much do you remember from last night?" she asked as she shuffled the eggs into two plates.

I looked around the room for a bit to see bedding on the sofa before walking over to join her. I guessed this was her place and she put me up for the night. But why? Didn't I order an Uber?

"I'm sorry for last night. And thanks, for letting me stay here." She smiled at my gratitude.

"Well you didn't give me much choice. After I got you in my car, you wouldn't tell me where you lived. I couldn't just throw you out at some random college and hope for the best."

I apologised again before she sat me down for breakfast. There was a bit of an awkward silence at first but when we did start talking things started to spark. And then I realised, I didn't even know her name! So I formally introduced myself which made her laugh.

"Don't you think you're a little late on that front? I've already taken you to my home and only now do I get your name? Shock an horror." she clearly jested.

"I'm Destiny Walker. Yes, that's my real name. Please don't call me that. Like I told you last night, call me Dee." and she smiled a smile so beautiful my heart stopped for a couple of seconds. That same magical smile I remembered from the night before.

Sadly we couldn't spend too much time together. Dee had to go to work at her other job as a gym instructor. And I honestly wasn't surprised she worked at a gym. She was so fit. You could even see a bit of her biceps without her even flexing them.

She offered to drive me back to college but I told it'd be fine if she drove me to her work. I lied to her saying I was looking to join a gym. And she just laughed at me.

"You don't need to make excuses if you want to see me again. But I don't get many nights off. I can barely afford rent these days so I can't take any time off work. But if you do sign up at my gym, I'll make sure to give you some extra special lessons." She teased.

I was dreaming over the next few weeks of my hands tracing every bulge and contour of her milk chocolate skin. Anticipating every one of our meet ups. Dates? Were we dating already? I mean, we never did anything that a couple would do. It was more like we were friends. Did she even know I was gay? Was she even gay herself? Heck did she even like me like that even if she was? Because I knew in less than 2 weeks of meeting her, I was falling in love with her, hard.

It was a couple of weeks later when Dee made the first move. She invited me to her place on the next day she was free from work. As we sat down to eat Chinese food, she shocked me to my core. We'd been chatting normally when suddenly.

"I'm surprised you haven't made a move yet. It's been nearly a month. And you were so bold on the night we first met. Do I need to get you drunk to get you into my bed again?"

God I nearly choked to death on my food. She just bulldozed all over my recent anxiety and set my nethers on fire all at once. My sudden shock just made her laugh, her beautiful, sexy laugh.

That was the best night of my life so far. All my dreams and fantasies failed to compare to the reality of Dee and her gorgeous muscles. She was more than surprised when I asked her to flex for me during foreplay. She was thrilled. She loved showing off her muscles and her strength. My love, passion and appreciation turned her on more and more which drove my lust for her harder and harder. My hands, my tongue, my skin, my pussy none of them could have enough of her.

As we both were left breathless, splayed across Dee's bed, my hands still not leaving her muscles. Dee confessed.

"That was something else. If I'd known this would be that good, I wouldn't even have waited a day let alone nearly a month." which made me blush. Dee just grinned at me before asking.

"You still don't remember what happened that night? Despite my best efforts to be a good Samaritan to a drunk girl that was staring at me all night. A girl I gave my jacket to sit on. A ride off the streets and to a safe place. And she still can't remember?" Deee teased me.

"You called me beautiful. Repeatedly. And I knew you meant it. No one had ever really called me beautiful like you did. And when you already told me all about how your last girlfriend dumped you, I knew I had a chance. Did you think I'd just take any girl back to my house? And then let her sleep in my bed? You're lucky you're really cute, which helps too."

"You know if you'd just told me all this, we could have gotten here sooner."

"Yeah, but a girl likes to get wooed sometimes. You already did it once before when you were wasted. Maybe I was hoping to see what you could do sober?"

I made sure I always called her beautiful, hot, sexy, stunning and beautiful again whenever I could.

She asked about my appreciation for her muscles, so I told her about my obsession. My obsession with muscle girls. She had a big smirk on her face before she asked if I'd like them to be bigger. I smiled at her as I kissed her muscles one by one. She got my message quite clearly.

Dee was an aspiring bodybuilder with aspirations of competing at the top. And I gave my whole hearted support. I knew from my friendship with Mika what it would take to get her there and she had my full backing for that difficult journey.

Dee had a rough childhood although different from mine. She was raped by her abusive stepfather. She only escaped when the bastard beat her mother to death while she was away. He got life in prison for that but it still wouldn't bring her mother back or help her heal from her trauma. I guess that's what got her into weight training  and mma but I'm glad that's not what motivates her.

I moved into her apartment after I graduated. I was also starting as a junior nurse at a local hospital and Dee got a promotion at the gym. With our cut down expenses and increased income, Dee could quit her bouncer job. We still didn't have much time for each other with all my crazy shifts but Dee was fully supportive of me too. Dee, with all her new free time, could now progress in her bodybuilding goals.

By the time I became a fully qualified nurse and got fixed working hours, Dee was ready to start competing. She'd really come into her stride a year before when the gym started selling these new supplements. CM Berry. I'd never heard of them before but Dee told me that all the biggest and most successful bodybuilders use them these days. I didn't care about any of that but Dee was super excited to start using the stuff and was looking amazing since she started on them.

Dee's early competitive journey with her first few competitions didn't go well. Despite her setbacks, she was still motivated. Especially when she finally got a professional coach. On her 6th contest, she finally got a placing and we couldn't wait to celebrate. 2nd place in figure. I was so proud of her. But a part of her wanted more. She'd already done a cycle of Anavar and was considering another. I'm pretty sure she was also thinking about cycling something stronger too.

It was then that I got a message that led our lives down a drastic change. All for the better.

Mika was getting married. She asked me for an address to send the official wedding invites to. I wasn't sure what to tell Dee, so I went with the honest approach. I told her all about my first love Mika, my childhood best friend and that she was getting married. We were even getting flown out and our accommodation covered so it would at least be a nice mini vacation.

The bigger deciding factor for Dee on us going was the name on the invite. Mika seems to have bagged herself the biggest, most muscular man in the world, James 'Massive' Coleman as her soon to be husband. She always wanted big muscles. Maybe she couldn't get them herself and finds her love of big muscles through him? I was curious to see what she looked like now, but more just excited to see my old friend again.

[The Raven]

A couple of pretty big guys collected us from the airport and then drove us for several hours until we got to the place Mika was getting married at. It really was in the middle of nowhere. An old timey farmhouse with a few more modern buildings nearby. I wouldn't have been surprised to hear that the place used to be a plantation. The estate was massive. This was the Coleman family farm. As in James Coleman. The groom.

What surprised us at first was how big everything was. Buildings, vehicles, people, muscles. Everything. And the biggest, was the soon to be wed couple.

Mika was 5'4" when we graduated high school. A little shorter than me at 5'6" and Dee at 5'7". And even though she was buff back then, she was about as muscular as Dee was now if not smaller. But that was back in high school.

The Mika before us now, was nearly a foot taller than us. And fuck being as muscular as Dee. She was 2nd only to her soon to be husband in that department world wide. She was fucking gigantic.

Her thighs alone were bigger than our chests, maybe her fucking arms too. And it wasn't just her height or fucking giga muscles. Her tits were bigger than my head. I mean just her fatty tissue breasts. And those knockers were held against gravity by pecs that were ALSO bigger than my head. We were both stunned. Shocked into silence by her enormous presence. Was this her dream come true?

"Kayla! You alright? How have you been? And I see you brought yourself a date. Hi there, I'm Mika."

"I'm. Doing good. This is Dee, my girlfriend. But, enough about me. Look at you! God you're a fucking amazon. Look at all those huge fucking muscles. Where, how?"

"Yeah, this?" Mika asked as she flexed a bicep that just wouldn't stop expanding before our eyes.

She was only wearing an overworked sports bra and some bigger than XXXL board shorts that were snug against her thighs. All her other muscles popped a little from her casual flex.

"Can you believe it? Yeah. This is what I've wanted all my life. And now I have it. And a sweetheart who loves it too." She told us with a Cheshire Cat grin.

I was doing my best to hold an orgasm from just looking at her. She was so, god, damn, hot. I wanted to feel those muscles, so bad. But I held back. My girlfriend was with me. What would she even think about this?

"I'm super happy for you Mika. I really can't believe it. You look amazing. And congrats on the wedding!" I said, trying to cover up all my hidden feelings.

"I knew you'd appreciate it. But, is she okay though?" Mika asked, referring to Dee. Who couldn't even speak.

"Dee? Are you alright, beautiful?" I asked her, giving her a light nudge.

"Huh? Oh I'm so sorry. I'm Destiny Walker. It's, so, so nice to, meet, you." she said in a way I've never seen Dee before. It was more than nervous. But I'm pretty sure I knew what was up with her.

"Wow, that's quite a name. Should I call you Destiny, or do you prefer Dee? Or is that a pet name between you?" Mika asked

"Dee. Please." she replied.

"I'd love to catch up at the moment but we're still setting up the stage. Could we talk later tonight?" Mika asked.

We just nodded before she thanked us both for coming. One of our drivers, a big guy called Frank, showed us to the guest house we'd be staying in. We were told that as long as it wasn't locked, we were free to go where we pleased. But before we even started to unpack Dee just screamed at me

"Jesus Christ Kay! What the hell? I mean. What? She's. Mika. Damn. What?" And other random thoughts were spewed that she couldn't process.

"Okay. I think. I may have figured this out. Kind of. So, calm yourself and take a few quick breaths." I told her.

Thankfully she listened to me. She sat on the king sized bed and took a deep breath.

"Babe, how the fuck, could I ever compare to THAT! God, she's so fucking huge, and damn. Fuck, me babe. I've, never seen anyone like her. God even her boobs were fucking huge. How can I compare to that?" She was at least coherent this time.

"Hey, hey. Don't worry, it's you I love. Not Mika. She's just my friend. And, damn, super sexy hot. I just had to say it once. Don't freak out. But Dee, I think, maybe, we can be like her. If, you know, you'd be interested in, you know, being so huge?" I asked her.

As I finished, her breathing got heavier. Deeper and deeper. Until she had an orgasm. I was also getting very horny from the idea. And I was starting to get a contact high from Dee's orgasm, even though we weren't even touching. I waited for her to collect herself before I explained my theory.

"So, Mika's fiance James came onto the bodybuilding scene while Mika and I were just starting college. Already the giant beast that he is. So follow me here. Mika always wanted to be the biggest, strongest and most muscular woman in the world. I'd bet Mika heard about James and sought him out. James is the key. You also notice how big and muscular everyone is around here? I'd put money down that there's something here that causes people to grow huge. And James and Mika are probably just using 'it' to the extreme. The only thing I don't know is what 'it' is. You follow?"

Dee looked clueless at first, but I think she started to get it after thinking about my theory. Before we had more time to discuss it, there was a knock at the door.

"Is it alright for me to come in? James told me I don't need to work so we can catch up." Mika said through the door. We welcomed her in. She carried with her a tray of baked sweets.  She settled it down before it was time for our inquisition.

"Okay. It's just us girls in here. We promise to keep everything a secret. But we want in. So spill." I told her.

Mika's gentle smile morphed into more of a sneer.

"I see. You've both talked about it already I assume? Well, girls. You're both in luck. Have you heard of CM Berry before? The supplements company? Yeah, this farm here is the home to CM Berry. Most people think the CM is for Coleman but it's not. It's short for Coleman Muscle. Coleman Muscle Berry. Yeah, Jimmy is a bit of a dork. But he's also a mad genius. He bio-engineered a special berry that when digested can seriously amplify muscle growth." She started flexing her enormous muscles to emphasize her point here.

"Yeah. He literally called them muscle berries. They don't just magically make you grow, although it's pretty damn close to it. As the boys always say 'they don't do anything if you don't do anything'. The harder you workout, the more effect you get. There's also, like, a max amount of the muscle berries a body can use at any one time. Jimmy handles my diet and exercise regime for maximum growth, so maybe you can ask him later about that side of things. But for now, we should eat before we all go for a workout."

I was confused for a moment before realising what her current smirk was implying. The food, the sweets. Were they made with these muscle berries? I picked up one of the small tarts and Mika's eye confirmed to me my suspicions. They told me to dig in. So I did. Dee joined in when I told her they'd be good for us. Dee hadn't eaten sweets for a while because of her dieting.

As we ate the plate of sweets, Mika and I caught up on what we did throughout college and afterward. I told her about how we met before she confirmed my entire story about how she met James. Dee just burst into laughter.

"Damn. Babe you called it. She knows you too well Mika." Dee continued to laugh

After our catch up, Dee was finally getting comfortable around Mika. So she started to open up a bit more. We ended up getting to the topic of Dee's bodybuilding aspirations. Mika just grinned.

"Well, I'm pretty sure we can help you with that goal. Have you ever taken PEDs before? You won't need any of that stuff again. Trust me. And no need to worry about any side effects."

"Any side effects to the muscle berries?" I asked. Mika looked at me with smirk

"None to worry about mostly. Just take care of your skin, especially if you're growing a lot. Your libido gets elevated. And I mean a lot. So Kayla, are you interested? I always thought you'd look good with some muscles on you. But I'm biased. What about you Dee? Think she'd look good with sexy girl muscles?"

"Oh, definitely. She'd look very, very fucking good with some sexy lady muscles." Dee agreed. We chatted a little more before Mika stood up.

"Well, that should be about enough time. Want to join me for a workout now? I can't do too much myself or I might have, some problems, with my dress. But I think I can show off a little."

So we made our way to the main house basement which was a fully equipped gym filled to the gills with heavy weights, lifting machines and mirrors. There was another massive muscle woman already down there pushing very heavy weights. Mika waited for her to rack the weight before speaking.

"Raquel? When did you get here?" The large Hispanic woman turned towards us.

"Hello Mika. Who are they?" she said rather coldly.

"This is my friend Kayla and her girlfriend Dee. They're here for the wedding but now I'm giving them a special workout."

"Frank and Bill know about this?"

"Yup. They all agreed."

"Then it's fine. I can leave if you want some time alone?"

"No, no. You should join too. Kimmy should be down soon with some shakes. Then we can really get started."

"You shouldn't be doing anything like this at the moment. Kimmy is already working hard to adjust your dress. So don't make it any worse. I'll stay just to make sure you don't go too far. Like you always do." Raquel sternly informed her. Mika laughed nervously.

"Yeah, that's probably for the better. Thanks Raquel." Mika replied as Raquel walked towards Dee and I.

"I'm Raquel Diaz Ramos. I'm Bill's wife and soon to be the sister in law of Mika." She said as she looked to the stairs.

"And that's Kimmy. She's Frank's wife, matron of the house and also soon to be Mika's sister in law. So be respectful." Raquel warned.

We turned to see an Asian girl about Dee's height carrying a tray carrying 4 gigantic cups. Each containing a quart of a thick, milky substance. Oh, and she may not have been tall but she had muscles about the size of a Miss Olympia competitor on off season if not bigger.

"Hi there everyone! I've got a bunch of muscleshakes for us all. Even you too Raquel! Ah, but not for Mika. Especially if you had any of the sweets." Kimmy warned.

"Thanks Kimmy. I'll make sure she stays in check." Raquel replied with a smile. That was the first  we'd seen her breaking her stern expression. Mika came close to us and whispered.

"Kimmy didn't even work that much to get her muscles. If you really push yourselves, you'll be bigger than her in no time." Information that excited us even more.

The shakes had a funky after taste but they weren't too bad. Kimmy told us they used to taste terrible before she started her 'experiments'. She spent years making the shakes and plenty of new foods from the muscle berries that tasted great. Most people around here thought they were inedible until Kimmy changed their minds.

All the other girls worked out so fucking hard, I couldn't keep up. I was dying on the side lines about two thirds of the way through. I was sitting with Mika when I asked why they were making her sit out.

"I have a bad habit of not holding back. In the 2 months since I had my dress commissioned, it already doesn't fit. I just love these muscles so much. And not much makes me as happy as making them grow for me." She smirked

Yeah, you could tell that Mika was extremely jealous watching everybody else push themselves so hard. Her hulking muscles shaking and flexing every so often. She was especially jealous of Dee.

The determination she showed to not give up. Even though she was using lighter weights than the rest of the girls, she was matching them for reps. Even when the severe pain could be seen on her face. The muscle sisters as we called them were all impressed by Dee as they finished the routine. I noticed Dee was already lifting heavier weights than usual and also did more reps with them, although the last part might have been from her competitive streak with the muscle sisters.

After that gym blitz, we all separated to wash up before meeting up for some more girl time before dinner. It was pretty hard for me to keep my hands off of Dee, all sweaty and majorly pumped. Her muscles were so pumped, and swole. So we decided to shower separately. Knowing where it would have led otherwise.  We wanted to save that for that night.

We got to formally meet the groom and his family that night at dinner. Mika's mom was also there. And the spread was huge. There was even cuisine from all across the world thanks to Kimmy. Calling her the matron was definitely an earned title. But it did feel odd thinking about someone so young as a 'matron'. But it was Dee that asked

"Kimmy, where did you learn to cook all these different, amazing dishes?"

"Oh? Thank you. Cooking and reading are my biggest hobbies and I also like to challenge myself. I've had many years of practice now cooking for big crowds. And I really enjoy making lots of different things for people to enjoy. Thanks for asking." Kimmy replied with a bright youthful smile.

"Don't be surprised by her sweet and innocent smile. Kimmy's the boss around here. You never want to cross her." Bill warned us.

"Well she does have seniority." James added. And I couldn't stop my big mouth fast enough.

"Is that because she married the oldest brother?" And the room went silent. Until Mika started laughing.

"Despite how she looks" "Despite!" "Kimmy's older than Frank." James ineloquently revealed. And it seems he ignored Bill's earlier warning when doing so.

That meant that Kimmy was more than a decade older than Mika and I. The only one older than her at the table would be Mika's mother who was only 45 at the time. She was not much older than Kimmy if my maths was correct. I was so confused. Kimmy could have passed for a high school girl with her baby face.

Other than James being isolated by everyone at the table, including Mika, the dinner was fantastic. A vast array of interesting and delicious food. Many of which we later learned were made with the muscle berries.

It was a lovely evening, where we had some post-dinner entertainment of the biggest, most muscular man in the world begging a woman for forgiveness. And that woman wasn't even his fiance. She just watched the show in silence with Dee and I. Yup. Kimmy was the bonus. It was clear, and we wouldn't dare to cross her.

So that evening when Dee and I were alone together in our room, it didn't take long for me to be all over her. I kissed her hard before my hands started exploring. God, even after so many hours, her muscles were still all swole and pumped from the workout this afternoon. More than I'd ever felt before. Whichever muscle my fingers grazed, Dee flexed for me. Hard. Pushing more out of each muscle belly than ever before. Like she had something to prove. I had to push her more.

"This afternoon, as you pushed yourself beyond your limits. Someone was very impressed. And super jealous. And she wasn't me. I was just turned on. Filled with lust. But that muscle beast you were so intimidated by earlier, was jealous of you. I'm sure she expects a lot out of you now Dee. So we better not disappoint her. We'll get fucking huge. And jacked. So we can stand on the same stage as she does." I whispered to Dee. Every word was filled with lust.

Yeah, I may have gone too far in getting Dee riled up. We'd never had sex like that before. Pulling out more orgasms from each other for hours and hours of what felt like endless pleasure. I can't remember when I fell asleep but waking up curled into my Destiny, it's always my favourite way to wake up.

On the day before the wedding, the main wedding party was doing a rehearsal. So we had the afternoon to ourselves which we spent mostly in the farm gym. We were wanting to maximize the benefits of our time filled with those muscle berries. We even did another work out on the morning of the wedding itself.

It wasn't a massive wedding, unless you're talking about the size of the guests and not the numbers. The bride and groom most especially. And what a bride. No wonder she didn't want to ruin that dress.

There were no straps or sleeves to emphasize her titanic shoulders and colossal arms. She even had ribbons tied around the centre of her biceps and forearms. Like not so little gifts to be unwrapped. Her chest was bolstered by the corset like design, giving it maximum uplift and support from beneath while narrowing down to the tight and small by comparison waist. Her thighs were given plenty of room to breathe too, through the slits on either side while being held together by white elastics. And to top that all off, a tiara with an attached veil. A dress truly fit for a muscle queen.

The day was perfect. Not a cloud in the sky. So by the evening reception, we all danced under the bright moon and starry sky. And after the reception, Dee and I stayed up late again for some more intimate time. Her muscles, more pumped than ever.

The next morning was to be our last here, hopefully not forever though. We joined everyone for an amazing breakfast and another amazing workout. But this time, Mika and James both joined us. And holy fuck were they strong. Every weight they lifted was just a toy to either of them. James gave us some advice on how to get the most of the muscle berry stuff they gave us as a parting gift. They also promised to send us a shipment every 3 months as sort of 'sponsorship' they called it. Dee and I couldn't have been more grateful. And Mika was right, James really is a giant dork.

We got to join Mika and James on the drive, the very long drive, to the airport which made it far more pleasurable than our ride here. Dee and I were still on cloud 9 as we got home as we started to make big plans for our future.

[The Raven]

Over the next 2 years we'd dedicated our lives to our muscle growth. If we weren't working or fucking, we were doing something to help build up our muscles. We actually started a bit slower which we regretted. We were worried about over using our initial supplies of muscle berries and really were not using them efficiently. But after 6 months we got into proper regime and our muscles just started exploding, we were starting to get taller too.

Dee was turning into a darn real life African amazon. We used to be jealous of the smaller muscle sisters but Dee was clearly bigger than Raquel now and Kimmy didn't compare to either of us now. Dee was just crushing it on the bodybuilding circuit now. We started to look at the pro scene and take my girl to the top when we saw the new queen of bodybuilding.

Cold Queen Mika Coleman, the recently crowned Miss Olympia, and her husband the now 2 time Mr Olympia James Massive Coleman. Or as she called him Big Jimmy. But they weren't the same couple we saw at the wedding. They were bigger. Much, much bigger. Especially Mika. Their muscles were so big now they looked impractical in many ways. But we didn't care about that. We just saw what we wanted. To be like her. To stand and be as big and gorgeous as she was.

We got a message from Mika a couple of days later with a video link from her. It was a clip from an interview she recently did. "I know there's a few up and comers who have the potential. And I can't wait to meet them when they're ready."

That was the final kick Dee needed. The two of us pushed our growth into overdrive. We even contacted James for some more advice. And as Mika was going for her 3rd Miss Olympia win, Dee said she was finally ready.

We'd both looked to Mika at her wedding as a goal we first thought we'd never reach. If the Mika from that day looked at us now, she'd be the one stunned into silence. With her big challenge to us, we looked way beyond that Mika, now that we've surpassed her, and to the current muscle queen.

The night before the Olympia, I proposed to Dee who not only accepted immediately. She carried my giant muscular ass down to a nearby chapel. We got married in matching white bikinis by a fat Elvis impersonator. I think Dee was most surprised that I wanted to take her name. And when I called her 'my Destiny' she kissed me and told me to shut up.

We finally had our big reunion with Mika at the show, and she looks so much more impressive in person. She and Dee competed for 1st place. Nobody else was even close although there were a couple of girls bigger than what I expected. I guess more competition was coming too.

I thought Dee had the slightly better definition but could that compare to Mika's overall mass? Well, the judges thought it couldn't and gave Mika her 3rd, but this time contested, win. The men's division was similar to the women's except they didn't have a competitor like Dee. The four of us gathered for dinner that evening where they told us they'd reached the upper limits of what the muscle berries could do.

Over 7 feet tall and well over 600lbs of muscle. Dee was 387 when she weighed in the other day and I was 408, but my boobs were much bigger and I'm nowhere near as shredded as Dee.

Mika was very impressed by the two of us. She did always say I'd look good with some muscles. And I do look great with some massive sexy girl muscles. We told them about our wedding last night and Mika was so sad she missed it. But Dee didn't want to see her until they met muscle to muscle on stage.

Dee and I took a small vacation to the farm. It was sort of like our honeymoon. And we both took that chance to bulk up even further. Kimmy was probably the most surprised to see us. She looked so big back then to us. I see why Mika calls her little Kimmy. It just feels right.

We both must have grown nearly 50lbs in those 2 weeks. Somehow the food was even better than we remembered it to be. Kimmy is just a little muscle goddess. She'd also become a mother a few years ago and she was expecting another soon too.

But the biggest change at the farm was the exposure. People weren't going full blown nude all the time but clothes were definitely minimal and occasionally absent. I think I saw more exposed dicks those 2 weeks than in the rest of my life until now. But I admit, it feels great to just let everything all hang out. The climate at the farm is amazing and clothes can just make us so uncomfortable. Dee just loved the feeling of freedom. She spent most of her time naked, I'm pretty sure just to tease me though. We got scolded several times by Kimmy for the 'no sex' in the gym rule.

We were a little sad to leave the farm but we got permission to vacation here for a couple of weeks a year. Kimmy is such an angel.

Dee never beat Mika on stage but they did only face each other 3 times all in all. Mika didn't compete much. She was mostly doing it for marketing rather than a true desire to show off. Dee was different. Dee wanted to be on stage. She wanted the world to admire her and recognise her power. We started travelling the country to compete. Her official sponsor, CM Berry, helped us hugely in the finances department. So much so we both could quit our jobs and do full time showing. I was getting work at the shows as an on site medical professional which also helped pay the bills.

We later started travelling the world, mostly on CM Berry money. Dee competed as we helped sell the company. The muscle berries have been a known secret in the industry since Mika and James' big comeback but now they are going fully public with them.

It'll be a whole new world soon enough. Dee was still winning every show she entered but competition was starting to get fierce. The new super heavy weight category was super competitive with all those muscle berry buffed athletes.

Our growth had plateaued years ago. We never made it to the limits of James and Mika. But we were fine with that outcome. We were loving our globetrotter lifestyle. I'm a 6'8 550lbs amazon who gets to fuck one of the world's biggest most powerful woman ever. My 6'11", 605lbs ebony queen. The love of my life. My Destiny.

[Wookey]

Another great story. K++++

Would love to see how the various kids turned out? Were they normal at birth and grew at puberty? What was labour like for the Muscle Mothers?  Did their milk have special properties? Did that become a side business? Likewise the muscle dads and their sperm? So many possibilities.

[The Raven]

Thanks for the reply Wookey. The Kids are a part of Kimmy's and Raquels's stories. I've scrapped Raquel's one because I was really unhappy with it and Kimmy's is both super long and unfinished at the moment. Kimmy's is the slow paced romantic/drama style story.

[georgeundertaker2004]

I love your stories bro, I really hope we have you around for a long time.

Will you also consider doing continuation of the Muscle worship house?

[The Raven]

I've been posting more of my work and some of my older stuff with better edits on my Dev Art page, see Knightsbane. That compliment means so much to me but I should warn you I'm in poor health. This does leave me plenty of time to write at least.

I do have an idea for a possible 5th part but I currently have way too many stories I'm working on at the moment to go back to that one anytime soon.

Again, thanks so much for saying that. It's really improved my bad day.

[georgeundertaker2004]

I loved the everybody vs everybody style and the fact there are multiple amazonian MILFs with young studs, I'm definetily following up in deviant art.

Take care bro, I wish you a good recovery!