Gemma padded out of the steamy bathroom coiling a towel around her dripping locks.
Her bath-robed reflection fit neatly within the the slender full-length mirrors on the closet doors, which she promptly tugged opened. She rummaged in the back until cool, smooth metal greeted her fingertips. Her heart fluttered at its touch. She curled her fingers around its short, bullet shape and pulled it into the warm glow of the bedroom light.
A lube bottle, one of several in her room, was quickly uncapped. With a generous coating on the inch-long device in her palm, it quickly became slick and warm.
Gemma unwrapped her bathrobe from around her hips, then shrugged it completely off. She reached down, pressed the slippery smooth tip between her pussy lips, and inserted it slowly.
She exhaled steadily, sliding it deeper inside her and bathing in the sensual tremble that rippled through her.
With her tooth sunken gently into her plump lip, she slid out her fingers, grabbed her phone, opened an app and started scrolling.
Female fitness models; bikini, wellness, physique and bodybuilders; of all sizes and weights rolled past her wide eyes. Some were dry and vascular with savagely stuffed physiques, others with softer, full and powerful curves. With hard swipes, Gemma reeled past dozens, searching for the final piece of her night's outfit.
Suddenly, her thumb jabbed the screen. The app stopped on one young woman. Gemma licked her lips.
Looking back at her was an equally glowing young face. One which completely defied the sumptuously muscled physique-level build she was spreading across Gemma's phone screen.
Gemma's eyes rolled along the widest, most inflated lines of her pumped frame; deliberately packed in every area to accentuate the cinched, comic-book tightness of her princess hips, as did the veins striking down her thick, separated quads from her hoisted microshorts. Post-workout; her glossy skin made her stuffed delts shine in long, apple-sheened patches. Deep grooves ran between each of her blocky abdominals on display below her tight sports bra. Her skimpy gym clothes somehow managed to both contain and shape the thickly sculpted mass lifting off her frame into an erotically feminine statue of muscle. The unabashed smirk on her plump lips hinted at pride in the outrageously alluring figure she cast.
Gemma's cheeks flushed. She swallowed.
"Perfect." Gemma copied the 10 digit number beside the athletes' name.
"Hey, still on for pre-drinks at 8? x" a message pinged onto her phone.
"Bet. Bout to J up xx." Gemma replied.
"Perf <3"
Gemma swiped the messenger out of sight and opened another app. With deliberately slow taps, she carefully entered her password, then pasted the 10 digit code into an empty box.
'Pairing...' the screen read. Gemma felt a pleasing warmth rising between her thighs.
'Linked'. A moment later, a circular green button blinked on screen.
Every fibre of her ached with temptation. Carnal, heart-quivering desire hummed from her rubbing knees to her warm, wet crotch.
Hit it now. Bail and spend the night in with just dumbbells and the mirror. Say it was a sketchy dose, her mind begged. Her hips rolled with persuasive throbs.
With a huff, Gemma tore herself away from her screen. From a hanger she snatched a revealing black dress, complete with a plunging neckline and another slit ready to tease her long, smooth thighs. She thread herself inside and clipped a tight, golden-buckled belt around her hourglass waist. It pinched her into an elegantly alluring x-frame. The shoulder covers hung loose over her angled shoulders. Given her selection, Gemma thought, that was fortunate. Her ample cleavage pulled the fabric slightly taut above the buckle. Likewise her peachy backside made the soft dress contort to the curves of her derriere. She cut a glamourous figure that would turn any man's head. Yet in Gemma's eyes, compared to the girl she'd chosen just a few moments ago, she felt utterly brittle.
Gemma reached up and unfurled the towel from around her head. Her fiery locks spilled down over her pale shoulders and cleavage. She brushed her wet tips aside and snatched her phone. The green button stared back at her. Gemma double-checked the door was locked and drew a deep, quivering breath.
With the faintest stroke of the button, her jaw clenched and a sharp inhale rushed through her teeth. A hard, incredible pulse thumped from her hips and washed up her torso and neck to her scalp.
It shook her poise with a startled whimper. She grabbed her crotch as her hips bucked at her squirming reflection.
Another pulse, stronger this time, sent her other hand clutching to her breast. Gemma felt her pelvic muscles thicken.
Her waist-high belt buckle clinked around her pumping midriff. 6 wide abs drove forwards against it, squeezing it tighter, cinching her waist and accentuating the lats starting to spill over the straining elastic. Each pulse made her hips thrust harder, but feel more planted as the delicious filling of her core anchored her to the rug beneath her clenching toes.
A long, shaking moan poured out of her as one of her inflating thighs juddered through the slit of her dress, exposing vein-struck skin sinking into the creases of the bursting muscular quads. Every pump sent a gripping wave of pleasure through her, each one breaking at the widening edges of her growing body. Her brawny new thighs clenched and locked her legs straight. With her core also being continuously packed with strength, they absorbed the increasingly powerful growth pulses and kept her from buckling onto the carpet.
Gemma pressed her knuckle harder against her clit. Nervous gasps turned to carnal, hungry grunts as knots of muscle burst at her elbows, and dense, rippling mass filled her arms. Her shoulders creaked outwards into tight balls, stuffing her sleeves in just a few delicious thumps. Her elbows lifted as her upper body ascended with size and width. The pounding orgasmic jolts clenched her already sculpted swollen physique all over and made her shudder larger and more erect. She wasn't far from matching the girl already, in both shape and sheer volume.
Through flickering eyelids, she watched her capped delts grow ever bigger and swell over the edges of her wardrobe mirror. Her desperate pants quickened as bear hug gropes soon kneaded her chest. Between her plunging v-neck, two thin sheets of pecs creaked towards each other. The straining shoulder straps from behind her neck to her hard nipples became a taut bridge as her spreading pecs thickened and pushed her bosoms forward. Flaunting the inner edges of her cleavage, it drove them to the foreground of deepening ridge of pecs clenching above them. Gemma watched their angled corners spread up to her collarbone then fill along its edges as powerful mass brimmed along its edge.
Amongst the same blinding gropes of pleasure, her calves reached past her heels, as though striving to match her bulging backside and thighs for stuffed, bursting density. Her knees bent and straightened gently in time with her stunted gags and girlish grunts. Though her wide chest now blocked her view, she kept her thumb knuckle driving hard against her jerking hips and the wet nub of her clit.
As jolt after jolt flushed through her every humming fibre of her physique-size muscles. The gripping reverberations lasting longer and longer as she grew; their reflections crashing into one another and making her quiver uncontrollably. She didn't want it to stop. Every cheek-stretching clench was exhilarating. The eye-watering pump in her thick muscles made her vision start to darken. The compression from her dress added another level of pleasure. It squeezed her at every point; around her tapered waist, across her flaring back, down her cobbled new midriff and over her twitching breasts.
Only her aching clit finally convinced her to lay off. She snatched breaths between eye-watering aftershocks. Simply breathing made her lungs crackle with an orgasmic heave, as though the air was laced with it.
The pulses subsided slowly, until at last Gemma could claim control of her newly jacked up physique without any more paralysing interruptions.
She brushed away the tips of her hair from her cheeks and heaving chest, and her glowing eyes found her reflection quickly.
"Unnnnnnghh - yyyesss." she let out a long, satisfied purr.
Gemma's outfit teased and flattered every single one of her sumptuously stuffed new proportions. It clung to and barely contained her. Pinching her in all the right places, and letting her pour out in others. Her body and outfit were a perfect compliment to each other.
A flirtatious grin spread across her lips, much like the pecs that flexed and lapped at the base of her tall delicate 22-year old nape. She swept her dishevelled curtain of hair over her large, capped spheres of her shoulders. In the mirror she pivoted to admire herself.
She revelled in how her thick glutes clenched and bulged wider than her waistline. She plucked at the thin skin covering her beefy thighs. Her eyes traced the wire-like veins running up her sculpted arms. She drew up her fists and let her grapefruit biceps bulge against her slightly lowered bosoms. She savoured the creak of her belt as she slowly spread her lats. With her fists planted on her hips, her upper body poured outwards beyond the edges of the mirror. Her stuffed delts still popped with gorgeous proportions, rising in line with her dimpled cheeks.
Another alert from her phone made her drop her posing and check her messages. A group chat with her gal-pals.
"Ready ladies?" the caption read below a photo of her petite, glamorously dolled up friend in an air-tight bodycon number that was virtually shrink-wrapped around every deliciously inflated bulge of her muscular body. With similarly exaggerated physique-model shaping as Gemma, her bestie's belly button stud was seemingly being clenched in place by her cobbled 8-pack, while her jacked up delts brushed the tips of her dangling earrings and the separation in her thighs was printed through the dress.
Gemma cooed quietly under her breath. "Mmmm gonna need a drink of you, you juicy babe xx" she typed. Then straightened her python arm and snapped a few seductive selfies of her own. "Aight, heading out. See you soon! xx''
With one last glance - which quickly turned into a tall drink of her own jacked-up reflection - Gemma strutted out of the door and into warm Friday night air.
Just a quick, short-ish, good old fashioned FMG snippet. In an effort to stop myself getting bogged down in backstory, I've decided to try focusing just on the good stuff in a potentially new series: Spurts. Enjoy!
