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Female Muscle Art - Female Muscle Fiction => Muscular Women Fiction => Topic started by: wolflightning13 on January 16, 2019, 03:20:19 am
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SHERRY
- Throwing my hat in the first story category -
"Hey, look at this arm. Betcha it's bigger than yours."
Sherry had been flexing her bicep for about ten minutes, staring at it as she popped it up and down. And then for some reason she decided to single me out. Ofcourse I had been watching her flex the entire time, somehow enthralled that a girl was flexing her muscle. And I had the perfect vantage point, since she was sitting right next to me. I'd never even thought about muscular girls until that point. So I was kind of confused, you could say, and then all of the sudden nervous that she had seen me. But she was kind of a bully, so she was most likely just picking her next victim.
"Come on. Flex your muscle." She said leaning towards me.
I looked towards the front of the room, but the teacher was still out, making a run to the copy room or something. I didn't have much of a choice. So I pulled up my sleeve, revealing my truly noodle of an arm, and gave it a half hearted flex, with absolutely no result. Sherry started laughing. I could feel the red start to creep up my face.
"That's it? Look at this! This is a real muscle!" she said, popping her golf ball sized bicep up and down, the peak seemingly reaching higher everytime she pulled her forearm back, in what I would learn later was pretty much a perfect bodybuilder flex from a fifth grader. She practically shoved it in my face, flexing the peak under my nose.
"This is all girl muscle. Something you're never going to have. And guess what? I'm going to get way bigger. So much bigger, you're going to run away scared." She gave her arm one more flex, and with an evil smile, she sat down just before the teacher walked into the room.
After the end of fifth grade, Sherry and her family moved away. My feelings were torn- all the kids could breathe a sigh of relief, but at the same time I had this building attraction to girls with muscle. I found myself trying to discretly scope out the arms of every girl in every class. Somehow I even started keeping a rating system of how much and how well each girl's bicep flexed every day. I was becoming obsessed. And trying to look normal and not like some creep was very difficult. Not to mention resisting the urge to relieve myself in class. I managed to skirt the edge of creepiness through the next 6 and a half years. Then one day out of the blue, as I shut my locker door, I noticed someone leaning against the locker next to mine, staring at me.
"How's it, Bobby? Miss me?"
Sherry was back. The little muscular fifth grade puerto rican girl had morphed into a beautiful young woman with jet black hair and eyes sparkling like emeralds. I was so surprised by her face, I didn't notice the rest of her until she held up one of her arms and flexed. I almost gasped out loud. A huge ball of muscle sprung up. It looked bigger than a baseball, almost softball sized.
"Awesome, isn't it? Ofcourse it's nowhere near as big as I want it, but it'll do for today. Now come with me." She said, a big smile forming on her face.
"But my class is that way..." I barely finished before she grabbed my arm and yanked me along behind her. Her grip made it feel like my arm was in a metal vice, not able to move anywhere but the direction she was going.
"Class is in session now, Bobby. I am your teacher. No one else matters. You do as I say, or else. Got it?" she squeezed my forearm so hard, I thought it might pop.
"Where are we going?"
"First we are going to see my dad. From then on, let's just say it will be a surprise." She yanked me again, pulling me along so fast, I was almost tripping over my own feet. We arrived at the principal's office, and my confusion level skyrocketed. She pushed the door open and dragged me inside.
"Daddy, I need the rest of the day off. Bobby and I are going to have a little fun." She told the principal. A tall man with a neatly trimmed beard and glasses, walked into the waiting room.
"Alright dear, but remember to be home by 5." He said with a forced smile, and then continued. "Good luck, son." His eyes were full of fear. Now I was truly worried.
"Bye daddy." She yelled, yanking me out the door.
As soon as we exited the building, she spun me around.
"Thought you got rid of me didn't you?"
She took a intimidating step foward. I backed up towards the brick wall.
"I know you like my muscles. Don't deny it."
She took another step forward. My back hit the wall. Sherry brought her arms up into a mighty flex, her biceps looking bigger than earlier. Her sleeves could barely contain their power. Holding the double bi, she bent over into an awe-inspiring most muscular, flexing so hard she started to shake. Her face went red as veins snaked across her bulging traps, down her neck, and to her pecs which were doing their best to escape the confines of her t-shirt. And then I heard a tearing sound. Not missing a beat, Sherry grabbed both sides of her shirt and ripped it clean in half, throwing it on the ground. She was breathing heavy, a crazed look in her eyes. I felt paralyzed mostly from fear, but I just couldn't control myself. She made the female bodybuilders I had seen look like children. I could feel my face start to warm as my pants started to tent.
"Ha! You're mine now."
She put her arms behind her head, biceps filing any open space, and crunched down. A eight pack of abs exploded outwards. Holding the pose once again, she lowered one arm and planted a long sensual kiss on the now softball sized ball of muscle. Just before I thought I was going to explode in my pants, she reached out and grabbed my belt. Lifting me off the ground with one hand, she held me hovering just above her head. She looked up and gave me an evil smile.
"That's right muscle bitch. Time for some fun."
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Wow, great first story! I love the teasing. Works well on its own or as the start of something longer. Thanks for sharing!
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Great work, looking forward to seeing where this goes!
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Love it. More, please.
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I am in...go on!!!
K
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Top Story
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Thank you all. I’m just glad a few people liked it. I’ll try to get a second part done soon.
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Great work! Looking forward to see where the story goes.
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Sherry Part 2- a little shorter, but keeping the ball rolling.
She sat me on her shoulders, my legs going around her neck. I had to hold on to her traps to keep from falling off as she began to walk briskly to an unknown destination. It took me a second to realize that her traps filled my entire hand. For crying out loud, she wasn't even flexing! With my crotch occasionally rubbing against the back of her neck, I had to focus on anything else. I was afraid what would happen if my erection rubbed against her. Every massive muscle on her body was harder than any body part had the right to be, so the ride was not exactly comfortable. Thankfully it was short. Sherry stopped so suddenly, I would've been eating cement had she not held onto my legs. I managed to push myself back up into a sitting position, to get a glimpse of what she was looking at.
"Ah. Fresh meat." She sniffed the air and then began to moan. "It's so intoxicating."
Ben, a habitual skipper, was sitting on a bench in the park across the street, smoking a cigarette. Sherry's body started to vibrate underneath me. My eyes went wide as I could literally see veins expand on her muscles. Her skin was becoming warm to the touch. Oh man. Ben run. Just run. I didn't dare yell out, so I just hoped he would get up and leave. But since he was facing away from us, he was totally oblivious to him impending doom. Sherry skipped across the street, and flicked me off her shoulders onto the grass.
"Don't you dare move, muscle bitch. You don't want to see me when I'm angry." her look nearly burned a hole in my skull. I could only nod in agreement.
The crazed look came back into her eyes, and she hunched over into another massive most muscular. Bringing her arms back up, she slowly brought them down again in another earthshaking flex, only this time I could see her muscles popping out and expanding! She was literally hulking out! Smiling, she turned to focus on her prey. Good lord. Her back was immense. Her head looked small among the mountains of traps and shoulders. Lats sprouted like wings that nearly touched her elbows. I couldn't take my eyes off of her as she walked confidently over to where Ben sat, casting a huge shadow over him. Ben was still somehow not paying attention. As I watched, Sherry slowly reached over and took the cigarette out of his mouth. Ben finally spun around.
"What the f. Who the hell are you?" He said, not comprehending what he was seeing in front of him.
"These things will kill you, you know. And as to who I am, call me hungry."
"Hungry for what? You look like you ate a bodybuilder." Ben was slowly backing away, inch by inch.
Sherry brought an arm up and flexed, a ball the size of a softball jumping up and down as she pumped it. Then she did something that made me almost lose it again. Her long tongue snaked out of her mouth and slowly slid across every bump and groove of the monstrous mass.
"WTF, dude. That's gross." Ben said, putting a hand up so he didn't have to watch the display. Sherry looked back and winked at me, licking her lips. I was so hard at this point, it almost hurt. Ben spotted me sitting on the grass.
"Bobby, are you serious? You like this man girl?" Ben looked disgusted.
"Awwwe. You don't like my little muscles? We'll have to fix that."
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Yeah i like this story. Keep going
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Great start and I hope for more . There' so much potential and i would like to read what's next.. And I hope for some growing.
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Very good... I'm waiting for...
K
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Sherry grabbed the bench with both hands and started pulling upwards. I could hear the metal begin to groan, as the veins in her arms started puffing out further. The whole bench began to warp as she pulled at it, and amazingly it started to rise out of the ground. Sherry let out a roar as the dirt exploded in front of her. Ben fell backwards onto his butt as he tried to cover his eyes. As the dust cleared, his jaw dropped. Sherry was holding the bench and the concrete footings it was secured with. But she wasn't done. She adjusted her hold on the bench, and began pull against the center. She was trying to rip the bench in half! Her back started to balloon outwards nearly as wide as the bench itself. Her bra couldn't handle the extra pressure and snapped, leaving her naked from waist up. She quickly shifted so I could only see her barndoor wide back, and resumed pulling until I heard a large screech and pop. She tossed the two pieces to either side of her with a loud thud and took a step towards Ben, who was still laying on the ground. She reached down, grabbing him by the shirt, and lifted him over her head with one hand. His eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head.
"Give me your shirt, runt." she said, as she casually ripped it off his body with her free hand. She dropped him like a sack of potatoes. "You're lucky I had a wardrobe malfunction. I'll see you soon."
I couldn't see her face when she said it, but I could imagine her winking at him. Ben scrambled to his feet, and took off in a full run. I could've sworn I saw a large wet spot traveling down his pants.
"Muscle bitch! Close your eyes and take off your shirt." she yelled without turning around.
I did as I was told. I could feel her footsteps shaking the ground slightly as she got close. I felt the shirt get yanked from my hand, followed by some tearing and grunting. And then everything got quiet.
"Open your eyes." her voice was soft.
My eyes flickered open and I found my self staring at a ginormous quad muscle a mere inch from my nose. Sweat droplets trickled down the expanse, as it quivered infront of me. I slowly pulled my head back and looked upwards. The sight was mindblowing. There was literally so much muscle standing over me, that it blotted out the sun. The monstrous quads led up to eight veincrossed, inch deep bricks the size of small oranges, on her relatively tiny waist. From there, it was a muscle explosion, expanding in all directions. I could barely see her truly amused eyes over massive pecs which she had covered with the t-shirts, twisted and tied into a makeshift bra. Resting on a pair of lats that could be used as airplane wings, were biceps that looked ready to grow as big as my head. They spread out into the huge bowling balls of shoulders framing her head, and making her upper body look about three times the size of her waist. Not to mention, about a gazillion times bigger than me. What had been a young lioness searching for prey had now somehow achieved full on beast mode.
"Like what you see, muscle bitch?" she asked as she grabbed hold of my pants and yanked me up into the air.
She draped me over her shoulder and the mountanous trap muscles that sprung up nearly level with her ears. Her skin was soft and warm to the touch, but every mound of muscle felt harder than steel. I got a perfect view of her bowling ball sized glutes that actually shook and flexed wih every step she took, expanding and squaring off. And her calves which looked too big for me to wrap even both my hands around. I couldn't believe how much she had grown, though as we passed what was left of the bench, it wasn't so surprising. I began to worry again, as with every step she took, with every muscle flexion, my nether regions were stirring. And then she put her hand on my butt. I could feel her bicep expand against my legs as she squeezed it gently, and I was immediately and uncontollably erect.
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As a fan of both muscle description and feats of strength, this is a great chapter, I enjoyed it greatly, I look forward to seeing more! K+!
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Love this story! I can't wait to see what Sherry has in store for him.
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After a bit of me using every ounce of control I had not to let loose in my pants, she came to a stop. We had come to the intersection of a busy street. I could hear the cars flying by even if I couldn't really see them through the wall of muscle blocking a lot of my vision. She had just started to cross the street when I heard tires screech and an engine roar. Sherry jumped back and let loose a barrage of curse words. I could feel the anger coming off of her. Veins started to pop out all over as the muscles underneath me expanded slightly, digging into my stomach a little more.
"Hold on muscle bitch. We're going hunting."
I didn't like the sound of that.
Turns out my body didn't like it either. After the hundredth time of being bounced and slammed against her rock hard muscles, as the world flew by, I felt like I had been on the losing end of a cage match. I couldn't have felt more relieved when she dropped my on the grass.
"What's wrong muscle bitch? Didn't enjoy first class? Well, just you wait. You're going to enjoy this. I guarantee it." Sherry said with an evil grin.
There was a black pickup parked on the street in front of a house. Two big jocks, whom I recognized as members of the football team were leaning against it talking. Sherry stomped up to them.
"I believe you two owe us an apology." she said.
The jocks just ignored her, continuing to joke with each other.
"Hey! Asshats! I'm talking to you!" Sherry yelled. This caught their attention. I could see their eyes bug out a little. Considering Sherry had more muscle than both of them combined, they managed to keep their cool fairly well.
"Run along little troll. Us men are having an important conversation." Dustin, the team quarterback said, gesturing for Sherry to leave.
"You have about three seconds to apologize to us before I start to get really angry."
"Us? You and stick boy over there? Don't you make a lovely couple. And what exactly am I apologizing for?" Dustin said, looking at me and rolling his eyes.
"For nearly running us over." Sherry said. She clinched her fist, causing her biceps to expand at her side.
"Well, just stay out of the way then. In case it's too hard for you to figure out, I'll explain it to you. Cars and trucks belong on the street. Trolls belong under a bridge. Now take stick boy and get out of here." Dustin said, crossing his arms.
"I was hoping you weren't going to apologize. Now I get to have some fun." Sherry grinned at them. Both of the jocks looked confused.
She walked right up to them, grabbing one in each hand, by their belts, and lifted them up in the air! The boys flailed around as Sherry, not straining in the slightest, tossed them onto the grass in front of the house like a couple of toys. Then she proceded to walk around to the front of the truck. Winking at me, she bent down and put her hands underneath the bumper. Was she about to do what I think she was going to do? She stood back up, taking the front of the truck with her, lifting it off of the ground! The jocks jaws dropped for a few seconds, as Sherry started to curl the front of the truck causing her arms to pump up to the size of volleyballs, each lift adding more and more juicy meat to those beautiful biceps.
"Get your hands off my truck!" Dustin and his friend stood up.
"Why? I can do this all day." Sherry said as the two jocks made to attack her.
"Uh uh boys. You wouldn't want me to slip and maybe bend a fender, would you?"
Sherry let go of the truck with one hand. She was now holding the entire weight of the front of the truck with one arm, like it was nothing! She flexed her bicep slowly, digging it into the fender, a small dent continuing to grow as her peak expanded, thick veins grinding against the metal. My pants immediately grew a tent once again, as Sherry suddenly flexed her bicep HARD, and punched a hole through the fender and through the radiator. Fluids started gushing out as she dropped the truck with a bang.
"You little bitch! Do you know how much that truck cost?" Dustin said, in a rage.
"There's only one bitch here. And he's mine. But you're welcome to keep insulting him if you truly want to make me angry. In fact, please do. I feel like letting loose again." She dared them.
I didn't know whether to be offended or turned on that she was protecting me. Then the jocks did something unexpected.
"I'm calling the cops. I'll have you and your little stick boy locked up. We'll see how tough you are whey you're rotting in jail." Dustin said, pulling out his cellphone. My stomach started turning in knots.
Sherry was unfazed. In fact, her smile got wider.
"Well, then. I think we shoud provide them with some solid evidence, don't you?" Sherry said, looking at Dustin who seemed surprised at her reaction.
"What are you talking about?"
Sherry walked around to the street side of the truck, positioning herself in the center. The whole truck began to tip forwards toward the sidewalk, until the side mirror almost touched the ground, before settling back a little. And entire thing began to lift off the ground! No way! Was she really that strong? As the truck got a little more than five feet off the ground, Sherry appeared underneath it, holding it firmly above her head! And good googly moogly, she was gigantic! Her muscles had exploded in size. She had to stand with her legs in a wide v in order to make room for calves the size of medicine balls, somehow still touching as she stood with her legs apart. And her thunder thighs had mutated into quadzilla's the size of a fat tree trunk. The tear drop muscle that now completely covered her knee heading towards bowling ball size. Every time her quads involuntarily flexed, they expanded by a couple feet in width and thickness, making each leg about three times the size of her cobblestone infused waist. Pecs so big that they nearly covered her face, reaching for the bottom of the truck, while rippling out like striated blimps, with so much muscle her bra had been pushed underneath, down by her stomach. How any clothing was holding on to her was a full on miracle. Whoever made the bra and panties should be given an award. The bra's straps were stretched so far around traps that peaked higher than the back of her head, vein covered lats that plumped out bigger than a manhole cover, and pecs that could sit two full grown people on top, that you probably could wrap them around an elephant. Her bubbled monstrosities she called shoulders further extended her wingspan far enough to put her in 747 territory, or roughtly twice as wide as she was tall . Nearly wide enough to balance a full pickup truck if there wasn't so many lumps and bulges of pure muscular steel in the way. Bicep mounds sprung out of her arms so much they actually pushed her arms apart, while jamming into the side of her face with enough beef to feed a football team. A cum waterfall erupted in my pants as she started to pump the truck up and down as far as her still growing muscles would allow. The two jocks were frozen in place. And Sherry was just getting started.
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Holy cow! This is an amazing story. I'm loving the crazy growth and can't wait to see how far she takes it!
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Holy cow! This is an amazing story. I'm loving the crazy growth and can't wait to see how far she takes it!
:thanks: There's a pretty good chance she'll take it over the limit.
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You’re quickly becoming one of my all time favorite fmg authors!!!!
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You’re quickly becoming one of my all time favorite fmg authors!!!!
:woot: I'm glad I can write something people enjoy.
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I really hope you go on with this story sometime!
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BUMP!!!
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Nice job so far
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More please