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Female Muscle Art - Female Muscle Fiction => Muscular Women Fiction => Topic started by: onlymysoul on August 18, 2011, 01:16:13 am
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Stories in this collection:
Renee and Karyn
Cory the Ruby Tuesday Waitress
Cara the Accounting Assistant
Jessica Alba
Joanne Builds Some Abs
Liz's Legs
Marni
Jen the Accountant
Sheila's Anabolic Adventure
The Video
Renee and Karyn
by onlymysoul
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Chapter 1: Discovery
I'd been going to the Bally's down the street for about six months now to try and keep in shape, mostly to ride the bikes or use the elliptical machines -- cardio stuff mostly. It was working okay, I mean I was definitely no fattie, at 5'4" and 105lbs I was quite the opposite at age 25. My legs had gotten pretty toned over the past few months, my waist was down to 22 inches, and the rest of my body was pretty lean. My arms were pretty firm: I had a small set of weights (5 and 10lb dumbells) at my apartment and did like a million curls every now and then so my arms were firm but it's not like I was trying to grow them huge or anything. Not a lot in the way of curves, my breasts were ok (size 32B) and my hips were narrow at 32", but I got a lot of looks due to my dyed dark-red hair and tanned body. I had a decent job at an insurance company working inside sales, and live alone with my grey fluffy ball of fur cat, who's trying to paw at the keys at the moment! Bad kitty!
Anyway, while I was at the gym one Thursday evening after work, I spotted my co-worker Karyn working out on one of the weight machines. At first I wasn't sure it was her: 23 years old, about 5'2" tall, straight jet-black hair that barely touched her shoulders, cute glasses, breasts that were at least a C-cup (big for her size and always rode high on her chest), and a tiny, tiny waist. She was one of those quiet girls that kept to herself at work, but here... she was grunting and straining and sweating as she pumped iron like an animal on the weight machine. When she finished the set she was on, she looked up and immediately I saw the recognition in her face.
"Renee! Hi! Oh my god, I didn't know you worked out here!" She got off the machine (I later learned it was a seated bench press machine) and came over to give me a hug. She'd never done that before at work, and I was stunned to be squeezed so hard. Damn, she was strong! And wow, did she look awesome! I mean, at work she always wore clothes that covered her whole body, but here in the gym she was wearing shorts and a tank top, and she had muscles everywhere!
"Damn, girl, you are buff as hell!" I complimented her, placing my hand on her right bicep and giving it a squeeze. She grinned at me and raised her arm and flexed that bicep for me. My hand was pushed upwards by a rock-hard ball of muscle! I gave it a squeeze and couldn't budge it. "Oh my god!" I gasped, "I never knew you had such big muscles!" I was blown away, they were so... sexy!
I'd never thought about muscles on another girl as sexy before, but feeling her hard bicep sent tingles through my body that I'd previously only had happen with an eight-inch cock pounding my pussy. Feeling Karyn's bicep was an epiphany for me, and I knew right then and there that I wanted to make love to her and her muscular little body.
She relaxed her flex and blushed a little. "Yeah, well, I've found that it's usually best to stay covered up in public. Here it's different, people expect you to be muscular. Ever since I started bodybuilding in high school, if people saw my muscles they'd either think it was gross or freak out, or make fun of me." She looked a little sad as she told me this. "So... I learned to cover up." She then looked up at me and smiled, "but I'm really glad that you like my muscles, Renee."
"Awwww, come here girl," I said, wrapping my arms around her and holding her close. I stroked her hair and rubbed her back, my hands feeling nothing but solid muscle beneath her tank top. We broke the embrace and I saw that she'd let a couple tears fall down her cheeks. I gently brushed the tears away, and she said, "thank you, Renee. That means a lot to me."
"Well, I guess I'd better let you get back to your lifting," I said, not really sure how to proceed. I wanted her, my pussy wanted her, oh my god I wanted to feel every inch of that body! But I didn't know if she liked me "in that way" just yet.
"No!" she almost shouted, then lowered her voice, "come work out with me!" She pulled me to the machine she'd been using and sat me down on it. "Just let me lower the weight a bit..."
"How much were you lifting?" I asked, curious.
"Oh, not much, just a warmup. Two hundred and twenty."
"POUNDS?!"
She laughed, "yeah, I can do 280 on this machine. We'll start you out at 40, how's that?"
I was stunned! "You... you're... oh my god!" My jaw was in my lap. I couldn't believe how strong this seemingly little girl was. "But how...?"
"How can I be so strong? Well, like I said, I started bodybuilding when I was in high school... 15 to be exact... I've always been naturally strong, and though I've never developed a lot of size, I've become really really strong over the years."
I was still stunned. "But... you don't look that strong, how is that possible?"
She smiled. "Well, muscle is very dense. Would it surprise you to know that I weigh 140lbs?"
It did. "No way... I'm 105 and two inches taller than you, girl!"
"All this muscle," she said, pushing her hands together and making her chest muscles bunch up, causing her breasts to rise a few inches, "weighs a lot more than fat. And of course, lifting weights every day for eight years is bound to have some effect on a girl's body," she winked at me.
I was speechless. And very wet downstairs. Could she tell?
"Now press this weight or I'll have to hurt you!" she laughed.
I started pressing.
Chapter 2: Muscle Shows Up At My Door
Friday morning I was so sore I couldn't get out of bed and ended up calling in sick. Karyn called me and wanted to know if I was ok, and I explained my situation. She knew just the thing to help, and came over on her lunch break.
I opened the door to the Karyn I'd known for two years but not really known at all: a bulky jacket covering her fully-clothed body, so as to not give away the muscles underneath. She had a mini cooler with her, which I assumed was her lunch.
"How are you, Renee?" she asked, smiling at me. How could she lift so much weight and be so cheery the next day? She took off her coat and put it on my foyer chair. She was wearing a black, thick, long-sleeved shirt, a little tighter than she'd usually wear to work, and some black dress slacks. She loved black clothing, that was for sure. Went nice with her hair.
"I'm in pain, oh my god what did you do to my body?" I laughed, lurching towards the kitchen. She followed and sat down in a chair next to mine. I watched curiously as she un-packed her cooler: four shaker bottles of what looked like chocolate milk, a tupperware container of chicken, two bottles of pills and two containers of white powder.
"Don't worry, this will help a bit," she explained.
"What are those pills and powders?"
She unscrewed the tops of two shaker bottles and poured some powder from each container into each bottle. "This is Creatine, and this is L-Glutamine," she said, screwing the tops back on and shaking the bottles. After a few seconds, she unscrewed them again and gave me one. It smelled like chocolate milk too!
"And they do what? What is this?" I took a sip of the concoction. Tasted like chocolate milk, but thicker.
"It's a high-protein chocolate shake, a little fat, and a lot of good carbs. The powders aid in muscle-recovery post-workout. I drink one of these in-between each meal, but brought some extras today in case you had DOMS."
"Who?"
"Delayed Onset Muscle Soreness," she explained. "It's the pain you feel-"
"-the day after you lift weights with a crazy person, yes, we've met."
We both burst out laughing. God I was getting turned on again just being with her, thinking of those muscles hidden underneath her clothes. I sipped my shake and watched her take two pills out of one bottle and four out of the other. "What are those?"
She popped all six into her mouth at once and took a few gulps from her shake. "The four are fat burners, and the two are Anavar."
"Sounds like a prescription drug for headaches," I commented.
She laughed and touched my arm with her hand, "no, silly, it helps me build muscle."
My pussy went from moist to dripping wet in 2.3 seconds flat. Did I say epiphany? I think I meant 'explosion.' "How does it do that?"
"Well," she looked a little nervous, as if she wasn't sure she should be telling me about this yet felt somehow compelled to do so, "it's a steroid." Then, as if anticipating my response, "but it's mild and it's meant for women, and as you can see," she said, cupping her breasts to show me how big they were, "they certainly haven't turned me into a guy!"
"I'll say!" I said, staring a bit too long at those firm tits of hers, "but why do you take it at all? Aren't there risks involved?"
"The risks really are almost negligible, and I actually have only one side-effect from it... besides muscle and strength gains of course." She downed the last of her shake and took out her chicken. "Can I use your microwave real quick?"
"Of course, over there," I pointed.
As she nuked her chicken, I asked her about the side-effect.
She looked back at me and blushed again, making me crazy to find out what she meant by that side-effect, "well, I'll tell you about that some other time."
When her chicken was done, she brought it back to the table, sat down and started eating.
"Ok, so why, though? Aren't the protein shakes and the... what were those powders again?"
"Creatine and L-Glutamine."
"Right, those, isn't that enough?"
She put her fork down, swallowed her chicken, and then pushed her sleeves up her arms, exposing her well-muscled forearms. They were thick and veiny, and she started flexing her wrist up and down, pumping her forearm muscles a little bigger and more vascular each time. She looked down at her forearms like an award-winning sculptor admiring her work. I couldn't help it, I reached out and felt her forearms as she flexed them. They were so silky smooth, yet so hard and bumpy from the muscles and portruding veins.
"No, it isn't enough," she said, breaking the silence and suddenly I realized what I was doing and removed my hands from her arms.
"I'm sorry Karyn, I..." I stammered, embarassed.
She looked me deep in my eyes and said bluntly, "my muscles turn me on, Renee. Ever since I started building them back in high school, the more muscle I gained, the more I wanted, and the more turned on I'd get looking at my body." This, from someone who was quiet as a church mouse at work, rarely spoke to anybody, just showed up, did her paperwork, and left. I had no idea what lay beneath that mild-mannered exterior. But somehow I understood completely.
"So when it helps you build more muscle, it's really helping you lust after your own body even more."
She nodded. "The shakes and the powders help, but the Anavar gives me an extra edge to keep the muscle I have and to help build more muscle if I worked at it hard enough. I work out just enough to maintain the size that I have now, I don't know that I want to get much bigger."
"You wouldn't be able to hide underneath your clothing," I grinned.
"Exactly!" she laughed. We sat in silence for a bit while she finished her chicken and listened to the birds outside taunting my cat. My mind was racing a mile a minute, I couldn't get her bicep or, now, her forearms, out of my mind.
I finished my shake and licked my lips as I looked at her. She met my gaze and swallowed her last bite, then involuntarily (I think) licked hers as well.
"So have you ever competed in a bodybuilding contest?" I asked as she repacked her little cooler.
Karyn glanced out the window, a far-away look on her face. "No," she said, turning her gaze back to me, "I thought about it a few times, but I'm too shy to get on stage. I do this," she waved her hand from her chest to her thighs, "just for me. I'm what they call a 'recreational bodybuilder.'"
She looked back out the window for a moment, and a feeling of love washed over me as I'd never experienced before. I reached out and brushed some of her hair away that had fallen in front of her pretty brown eyes, and she looked at me curiously. I placed my right hand on her sleeved left forearm she was resting on the kitchen table and gave it a little squeeze, feeling the solidity. "You're what I call 'amazing,' Karyn."
My hand caressed her cheek and she nudged her head against it gently, almost closing her eyes. I moved closer to her, sitting at the edge of my seat (literally and, by this time, figuratively) reached up and placed my hand on her left upper arm, trying to get my little hand around her much bigger bicep and tricep. She tensed it, and instantly my hand became even littler in comparison. She slowly clenched her fist and flexed her bicep and my hand squeezed the rock-hard muscle as it strained against the fabric of her top. With her right arm she reached down and pulled my chair (with me sitting on it!) closer to hers. She then put her right hand on my waist and pulled me closer. Our eyes were locked, both of us were breathing heavily. She nuzzled my neck with her nose, and whispered softly into my ear. "You like my muscles, don't you Renee?"
I nodded and mumbled, "uh huh," and continued to caress her strong bicep as it slowly flexed over and over for me, as my left explored her right thigh. She swiveled slightly to her right and extended her leg out, the muscles beneath my hand instantly becoming fluid steel and threatening to tear her slacks apart. "Oh my god, Karyn..."
She started nibbling at my ear and licking my neck sensuously, relaxing her flexing bicep and thigh, and pulled me even closer to her with her left hand and ran her right hand lovingly through my hair. Her breasts were pressing against mine, they felt so firm! I slowly ran my hands up and down her back, marveling at the bumps and bulges they found, while reciprocatingly kissing her neck. Our lips and tongues moved up gently from neck to chin, chin to cheek, and then finally, right about the time I orgasmed a torrent of cum, we kissed deeply. We stood up from our chairs and embraced, our bodies trying to get closer than physical contact could possibly allow, grinding against one another.
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After a minute of the most passionate kisses I'd ever had, let alone from another girl, she unlocked her lips from mine and hungrily looked up into my eyes, our lips an inch apart, begging to re-embrace. God damn was she hot, my panties were absolutely soaked. She started gently kissing my neck again, in-between kisses huskily whispering to me. "Do you want to see..." Kiss, lick, oh yes. "...what eight years of bodybuilding..." Oh yes, kiss me more, touch me all over, that feels so good. "...has done..." Your tongue feels so hot and wet and oh don't stop please don't stop. "...for my body?" I nodded, moaning my response, "yes, oh please Karyn, yes I want to see your muscles!"
She stopped kissing and nuzzling me, then hugged me tight, lifting me off the ground for a few seconds. "Oh my god!" was all I could say. She grinned, put me down, then reached behind me and cupped my ass with both hands and lifted me a foot off the ground. "You haven't seen anything yet," she proclaimed. She then proceeded to carry me bodily into my living room. She gently deposited me on my couch where I leaned back and unashamedly put my right hand down the front of my pants and started fingering my pussy as I watched her.
She smiled and stood in front of me, my fireplace behind her, and slowly removed her top. The first thing I saw were her bulging abs, a steely six-pack of tight definition. My gaze roze to her bra-less chest, thickly-muscled pecs pushing her ample breasts high. Her nipples were quite erect, I could tell she was as turned on as I was by her body. (Or was she turned on that I was turned on by her body? Who cared!) After removing her arms from the top's sleeves, she tossed it onto the couch next to me. Her shoulders looked like hard melons, striated and ripped, waves of muscle dancing with every move her arms made. And oh my god, those arms! Veins criss-crossed her upper arms and forearms, it looked like someone had stuck a pair of grapefruits in each arm, one for each bicep and one for each tricep. She did a double-bicep pose and grinned at me. I moaned my approval and attacked my pussy and clit with a renewed vengeance. Karyn turned her back to me and did a back double-biceps, her back a cascade of rippling muscular peaks and valleys. Speaking of peaks, I couldn't get enough of her big sexy biceps! She must have known I was watching, because she looked over at her right bicep, lifted it close to her mouth, and kissed it.
I orgasmed for the second time, stifling a scream.
She turned back around and un-did her belt, then let her slacks fall to the floor. Her tree-trunk thighs were as big as her waist! She stuck her left leg out and shook the meaty quad back and forth, then BAM! flexed it hard. Muscles everywhere! She repeated this with her right, then turned around and stood up on her tip-toes to show me her big calves. I just stared and masturbated furiously.
"Wait 'til you see this, Renee," she teased. She turned to face me, stepped a bit closer to give me a good look at her upper body, then did a painfully-slow most-muscular pose. Every muscle in her upper-body exploded into ripped relief, she looked carved in marble. I'd never seen such an erotic display of muscle before in my life! I couldn't take it anymore, and neither could my pussy. It erupted with an almost violent orgasm, and I let out a scream in pleasure. I kept cumming and cumming for what seemed like five minutes as she ground out that most-muscular pose again and again -- was she getting BIGGER before my eyes? Her panties were sopping wet too, she was as aroused as I was (well almost, anyway). She looked down at her body while she flexed, licking her lips and enjoying her muscle show.
"Oh my god, fuck me!" I cried, and she joined me on the couch.
For the next two hours I licked, sucked, caressed and squeezed every muscular inch of her powerful body, and she licked and fingered my pussy like a goddess, making me orgasm dozens of times. I did my best to return her ministrations, but could tell that she got off more by admiring herself than from being with a partner.
While we sat naked in front of the fireplace (by this time I'd lit a fire in it, much like Karyn had just lit a fire in me) cuddling and kissing softly, I asked her about it.
"You really get off on your body, don't you?"
She smiled, flexed her right bicep and licked it sensuously, then looked at me. "Oh yeah, definitely. I mean, wouldn't you?"
"I do, I do!" I assured her.
"No, no," she said, shaking her head, "I mean, wouldn't you get off on your own body if you had one like mine? You obviously love my muscles... what if you had muscles like me?"
I felt like I'd just been smacked upside the head with a baseball bat. "What? Me? I don't know, I..."
She put both arms around me and held me close to her, and softly whispered, "I could train you, Renee... you could have a body like mine, or maybe even better..." she took my left hand in hers and placed it on her right thigh, flexing it hard. "Maybe even bigger, too..." Flex, un-flex, flex, un-flex. God her thigh was so huge! "And stronger... would you like that, Renee?"
I answered by deeply and passionately kissing her with everything I had. I most definitely did like that idea!
Chapter 3: Shopping
I had a pretty big apartment, including a second bedroom that I didn't use at all, so I decreed that this would be my new gym. Karyn was as giddy as I was as we went shopping for gym equipment that weekend. We settled on one of those new Bowflex Revolution machines with the spiralflex plates. They provide up to 300lbs of resistance, but I also got the extra 300lb leg press attachment. In addition to that machine, we also bought a weight bench and a full set of adjustable dumbells from the Bowflex store. They went from 5 to 52.5lbs, and I figured that should last me for a while. Karyn of course had to show off and carry all of the boxes they came in at once. I was so proud of her strength! Not to mention turned on by it! Last but not least, I bought a top of the line elliptical trainer at another local sporting goods store. My home gym was complete!
"Well, almost..." Karyn said, looking around the room when all of my new equipment was assembled and in-place. We were both sweaty and tired, it was late in the evening. I sat down on the Bowflex and wondered what she meant. "You need some mirrors, Renee." She started removing her sweatshirt and sweat pants, then started posing for me. She loved to do that, and did it frequently. I sat back against the machine and watched, fingering my pussy as I usually did while she flexed her gorgeous muscles. "That way you can watch your muscles as they flex and grow BIGGER," emphasizing the last word, she flexed both her biceps as hard as she could and grunted. Her body was glistening with sweat, pumped up, and ready for my lips, tongue and hands.
We made love on the floor of my gym room that night, and it would definitely not be the last time that happened! The next day we put mirrors along one of the walls that all the equipment happened to be facing. As we stood side-by-side, I marveled at the differences in our bodies. She was a few inches shorter than me, lighter-skinned, darker-haired, but she was so much thicker, wider, and compactly muscled. Her waist was a couple inches smaller than mine at 20 inches, but the width of her back and shoulders put mine to shame. Her thighs were about twice the size of mine, 23 inches, and those amazing biceps were a tad over 14 inches of solid muscle. She looked into my eyes in the mirror and said, "pretty soon you're going to be looking at the reflection of a bodybuilder, Renee, and it won't be me in the mirror... it'll be you!"
Karyn devised a three-day-a-week schedule for my workouts: Monday I would work back and biceps, Wednesday I would work legs, and Friday I would work chest and triceps. I'd work my abs every workout, of course. On non-lifting days I'd have to do cardio to keep my bodyfat low.
For the first two weeks, Karyn trained me in my gym and showed me all the exercises I needed to do, how to do them with proper form, told me when to increase the weights, how many sets and reps to do, and so on. I was getting quite an education from her eight years of experience. I kept a daily journal of my exercises and the amount of sets, reps and weight I was lifting, in addition to weekly updates on my bodyweight and measurements.
After a few weeks I was really starting to see results. Karyn had explained the concept of first-time gains, of course, so I knew this would happen. I started to notice triceps for the first time, my shoulders seemed a little wider and fuller, my butt felt tighter, and my legs started to show some definition. I even gained a pound or two, of muscle I was sure. I felt better than I had in a long time, and decided that this was a Good Thing and that I should keep it up.
Karyn was very informed about pre- and post-workout nutrition, and made sure I ate enough and correctly. One of the things I looked forward to was my big post-workout chocolate-flavored protein shake! I'd sip it over half an hour while I cooled down and watched some TV cuddling with Karyn.
My other favorite thing after working out would be to pose in the gym room mirrors. I loved seeing my little muscles pumped up a little bigger than before I worked out, so I'd do the double-biceps, the most-muscular, side-chest, flex my quads, etc. Just like a real bodybuilder! I chuckled, but not too much... mostly because I was so turned on. Now I knew how Karyn felt when she admired her muscles... it wasn't just that they were there, big and hard and ripped, but she knew that she'd built them herself, with a lot of hard work. Maybe it was vanity, pride, ego, whatever... it turned me on to see muscles developing on my body, and I just loved to feel them. I was starting to make the connection between muscle, sexuality, sensuality, and just plain lust. It didn't take a lot of reasoning to deduce that more muscle on my body would mean more lust. And I most certainly did lust after muscle on my own body, and became determined to add more.
After my first three months of pumping iron, I was up to 115lbs and almost daily was increasing the weights I was using for all my lifts. For example, when I started I was one-arm bicep curling 10lbs, I was now doing 25lbs for reps. My bench press shot up from 60lbs to 120lbs, and I was leg-pressing 400lbs. I'd added an inch to my biceps and my quads, and actually had some nice muscle pop when I flexed them!
Karyn was enjoying my new muscles as much as I was, and was a constant source of inspiration and support for me. She was there every day to help me train, but never missed a workout herself. She maintained her awesome physique, sometimes I think to see if I could catch up to her level of development. I knew it would be a while, when during her leg workout that I tagged along on, I watched as she leg-pressed 1200lbs and squatted 350. And that just made me want to work out even more!
Over the next three months I kept steadily adding more and more muscle to my growing body. Obviously I must have had some great genetics for building muscle, plus I was simply obsessed with growing bigger and stronger, for both my pleasure as well as my lover's. I'd added another 15 pounds of muscle (when were these beginners gains going to stop? I hoped never!) and was loving every growing muscular inch of my body. My biceps, which we'd initially measured at 9.5 inches, were up to 11.5 inches around, though some of that was surely new tricep muscle as well. My waist had gotten slimmer (21.5 inches now) and harder, and my six-pack was really starting to show. My back and chest had begun to fill out with some nice muscles, increasing my shirt and bra sizes in the process. My shoulders were wider and rounder, and my quads had added a few more inches of mass, up to a bit over 20 inches.
Karyn was astonished at my progress, not only in my muscle growth but my increasing strength as well. I was still nowhere near as strong or as big as she was, but I was gaining rapidly. My biceps were now curling 35lb dumbells, I was benching 180lbs and leg pressing all 600lbs on my Bowflex.
"You know, you're an inspiration to me," she said to me sweetly one night over dinner. We'd just finished our workout half an hour earlier, and were enjoying some pasta via candlelight in my kitchen.
I grinned at her across the table and flexed my left bicep for her. She ooh'd and aah'd and laughed. "Not bad for six months of lifting, eh?" I asked, proud of what I'd accomplished so far. "But what do you mean, 'inspiration'? YOU are MY inspiration!"
She blushed and looked down at her pasta. "Well, I want to grow bigger and stronger for you," she said quietly. She looked up, a serious look on her face. "The bigger and stronger you get, the bigger and stronger I want to get as well, not like in a contest sort of way, but because you are getting so deliciously hot and sexy, I want you to feel the same about me. I've been adding weights to my workouts, trying to grow for you."
I thought about this for a minute, then said, "Karyn, I love you. Yes, I would love to see you even bigger and stronger, just as I want to be bigger and stronger, but even if you stayed just the way you are, I would still love you."
"Maybe we're really talking about lust, and not love," she offered.
I nodded, enjoying another bite of pasta. "Yes, that's another world entirely... the bigger I get the more I lust after my own body, and I know you feel the same about yours."
"And we both feel the same way about each other's bodies!" she concluded. She had gotten a little bigger, I'd noticed.
"What are you tipping the scales at now, sexy?"
"145lbs, and I've been working these hard," she said, flexing her biceps for me. "14 and a half now!"
I put down my fork and reached out both my hands across the table, and she took them into hers, squeezing them tight. "Let's make a promise to each other tonight," I said, looking deep into her eyes. "Let's do everything we can to build our bodies as musclebound and powerful as possible." Karyn's eyes closed and she moaned, I could tell my words had sparked some tingly wetness in her pussy.
"Oh, yes Renee, I want that so much!" she cried. The rest of dinner could wait; we got up and embraced each other, madly kissing each other's lips, neck, and any muscle we could reach. God I loved her.
She spent the night in my bed, and in the morning when I woke I found that I was alone -- but she was just sitting at my desk surfing the 'net. I walked over to her, naked, and reached around from behind her and cupped her bare breasts, squeezing them tight.
"Good morning to you too!" she laughed, reaching her right hand back and lovingly caressing my cheek.
I looked at the monitor to see what she was looking at on the web, and instantly became wet. "You're ordering more Anavar!"
"Of course, we're going to need it if we want to grow as big as possible. I also have a new shipment of Creatine, BCAAs, L-Glutamine, protein powder and some other supplements coming in."
I started reading the screen, noticing some of the other steroids on the webpage. "Hey, what about these other ones?" I asked, pointing to some of the injectables.
"Well, they're more hardcore -- more risks involved, but they work faster with even better results."
I was giddy! "Let's get some!"
"Renee, some of these have serious side-effects, you should research them some more before you start with those."
I nodded, squeezing her breasts again and running my hands up and down her ripped six-pack abs. "I'll trust you, baby. Just the Anavar, then... for now..." and kissed her on the cheek before heading to the shower. She joined me five minutes later.
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Chapter 4: Juice - It Does a Body Good!
A week later our Anavar arrived, and Karyn gave me half the order and told me when and how much to take. She had upped her dosage to two pills twice a day, but had me starting at just one pill a day. I wanted to start with more, but she insisted I be careful at first to see if there were any side-effects. She'd had none from the dosage she was taking, but said you can never just guess at this.
Our workouts that week were very intense, both of us hitting new maxes in all of our lifts. Karyn in particular looked like she had added a pound of muscle over the week, and was stronger than she'd ever been. More aggressive sexually, too! I didn't complain.
The next week I begged her to increase my dosage, and since I hadn't shown any side-effects at all, she gave me the go-ahead to match her dosage.
Three weeks later, I'd added 5 more pounds of solid muscle to my body, and had grown in almost every bodypart. My biceps had added another quarter inch, my quads another half inch. I was benching 220lbs and one-arm bicep curling 45lbs for reps. I loved being so strong, it was the best aphrodesiac!
Karyn was gaining muscle and strength too, she was now tipping the scales at 150lbs. Her pecs had grown even bigger, it seemed she put mass on her chest and back quite easily, and had to increase a bra size. Her biceps were now close to 15 inches of muscle, and her quads had grown to 23.5 inches. Her seated bench press had shot up to 320lbs, she was leg-pressing over 1300lbs, and one-arm bicep curling 55lbs.
The bigger each of us got, the bigger we both wanted to be. We wanted more. More pounds and inches of rock-solid, bulging muscle. More strength. More, more, more! There seemed to be only one real way to get the amount of muscle that we wanted, as quickly as we wanted: we'd have to start taking some more hardcore steroids. I can't speak for Karyn, but for some reason the mere thought of injecting myself with muscle-building drugs got me so hot I'd almost orgasm right on the spot.
We did a lot of research on the web: steroid information sites, bodybuilding forums, chat rooms, anything we could find to learn as much as we could about the steroids we wanted to take. Our research took us a few days, and admittedly more than once we had to stop and make love because we were so turned on.
The week after we ordered our 12-week hardcore steroid cycle was the longest of our lives. The anticipation was palpable, and we took our frustrations out on the iron, pumping harder than we'd ever had before. Finally on a Friday afternoon, our packages arrived.
We'd settled on Primobolan, Deca, Winstrol, Anavar and HGH for our cycle. We opened all the boxes and spread them out over my kitchen table and made a chart for our injections and orals. Tonight was going to be special: the first night of the rest of our bigger, stronger, more muscular lives!
Karyn took a needle and extracted the prescribed amount from her bottle of Deca, squeezed the air out of it, then looked up at me. I could tell she was nervous.
"Shhh... it's okay baby, let me." I took the needle from her, she dropped her pants, and I plunged the needle into her right cheek. She let out a yelp, then I slowly pushed the plunger all the way down. One down, three to go: the Winstrol, Primo, and finally the HGH. When her cheeks looked like she'd been stung by four very large and angry bees, she pulled her pants back up and popped some Anavar like it was candy, then grinned at me.
"Your turn!" she cried.
The needles gave me a brief, sharp pain when she jabbed me, but after that it felt... good. My pussy moistened more with each injection, this was turning me on! Karyn was breathing more heavily as well, as the juice started to flow through her body. We were officially juicers, and we loved it!
We had our pre-workout supplements, then headed to my workout room to hit the equipment, and hard. I'm sure most of it was a psychological effect of just having taken some serious steroids, or maybe they did work more quickly than I'd anticipated, but I was able to lift more weight for more reps than I'd ever done before. Karyn maxed out the Bowflex and the adjustable weights -- this gym wasn't a challenge for her at all any more, and I was getting close to that being the case as well.
An hour later, we were both pumped up bigger than ever, our sweaty powerfully-muscled bodies posing together in the wall of mirrors.
"You look fantastic, Renee!" Karyn complimented me as she did a right side-chest pose, showing off her meaty, striated pecs and rippling, veiny biceps and forearms. "Remember when I said that someday soon you'd be looking at a real bodybuilder? Well, look! There she is! And she's you!"
I laughed, but she was right: I really did look like a bodybuilder. God knows I felt like one, and now I was juicing like one! I flexed as hard as I could, and marveled at how my muscles had grown since I started pumping iron with Karyn. As I hit and held a front double-biceps pose, she walked around behind me and cupped each bicep from below, pressing her chest into my back and her pussy into my ass, grinding both sensuously. I pumped and flexed my biceps for her and she cooed and moaned in my ear. "Harder baby, flex them harder for me," she whispered. I slowly relaxed and flexed them, grunting with the strain. My ass was getting wet, from her pussy juices no doubt. I was so turned on by my body... her body against mine... her hands feeling my biceps...
"Oh god Karyn, I'm cumming!" I screamed, and a tidal wave sized orgasm erupted through my whole body. We fell to the floor where she lapped at my clit and my pussy, while caressing my breasts and abs. I ran my hands over her wide, muscular shoulders and back, and lovingly ran my fingers through her hair. I came a dozen times before it was my turn to pleasure her, and I did so ravenously.
Two weeks into our cycle, I started getting a lot of comments at work about my body. Sure, I'd gotten them over the past year as I guadually increased my muscle mass, but the cycle was packing on more muscle more quickly. Karyn kept her body covered up, so nobody noticed a thing except that maybe she'd put on some weight. With me, however, everyone was noticing that I was starting to stretch my clothing, or when I did wear something that showed off my legs or arms (or both) that my muscles were noticably bigger. I thanked my friends for the compliments and just suggested that it must be the new workout I'd been trying, plus a new protein shake. In reality, I was downing six shakes a day, was juiced to the gills on steroids, and pumping iron like a madwoman.
Did I say "madwoman?" I meant psycho bodybuilder insane woman! Before work I'd do a few sets of some lifts. I'd go home for lunch and get in a quick workout. As soon as I'd get home that evening from work, I'd pump some more iron. After dinner a few hours later I'd get in yet another quick workout. Karyn had to work out at the gym since my equipment no longer gave her any challenge, but she still only lifted once a day. I was rapidly gaining on her in size and strength.
And oh god, was I horny. It felt so good feeling heavier and heavier weights being lifted by my muscles, and watching those muscles grow bigger every day. When I wasn't pumping iron, I was often at the mall with Karyn trying to find clothes that would fit me better; I kept growing out of them! Except for my waist, which stayed around 22 inches but was now a visible hard six-pack of steel-plated muscle. Jeans and pants were starting to become an issue, because my thighs were growing too big to wear what would be considered baggy on a non-bodybuilding woman.
By week six of my cycle, I had packed on a total of thirteen pounds of rock-hard muscle, and didn't want to stop. I was up to 150lbs and wanted more. I wanted to be bigger. Much bigger. I was so addicted to seeing rapid gains in strength and size that I thought of nothing else all day and dreamed about growing bigger every night. I loved every muscular inch of my body, but my biceps especially turned me on, since they responded so deliciously quickly to the steroid-enhanced lifting. By week six I'd added two inches to them, bringing them close to 14 inches, still a couple inches smaller than Karyn's almost 16 inch guns. Still, I was impressed, and resolved to train them harder every week.
I was at the point now where I would be grinding out reps with (for me) really heavy weights, struggling and grunting and sweating to finish those last few reps, and would sometimes orgasm right there. I'd cum while watching myself pose and flex in the mirror after a long, grueling workout.
I was getting very, very strong, too. My one-arm bicep curls were now up to 55lbs, I was benching 300lbs and squatting 350lbs with my now 23 inch quads.
I'd already outgrown my home gym, and started pumping iron daily with Karyn, who gave in and started joining me on my steroid-induced insanely-frequent gym visits. We met there (or went over together when she stayed the night) at 7am and lifted for an hour and a half before going in to work, would sometimes stop by during lunch to do some lifting then, and finally after work we'd pump our bodies for at least two more hours. We were something of a pair of celebrities in the gym, having a lot of support from the hardcore bodybuilders as we pumped the heavy iron right along side them.
My progress continued steadily with relentless gains in both muscle mass and strength. Over the next six weeks as we tapered down our cycles, I packed on another fifteen pounds of solid muscle, achieving a weight of 165lbs, 5lbs heavier than Karyn. She'd gained 15 pounds of muscle on her cycle, but my body responded so amazingly well to the steroids, I'd actually doubled that. I was even stronger than Karyn in some lifts now, like for dumbell bicep curls I was doing 75lbs to her 65lbs, but we were evenly matched in bench press (360lbs), squats (450lbs) and leg press (1450lbs). I was stronger than I had ever imagined, and so was she! We were an inspiration to each other, striving to build our bodies bigger not only for ourselves, but for each other.
I looked like a totally different Renee than I did a year ago: I was a mass of solid muscle, and could even orgasm just by staring in the mirror at my unflexed musclebound body. My neck had thickened, my traps bulged towards my ears. My forearms were thickly muscled, my triceps bursting with a huge horseshoe of power, and my amazing rock-hard peaked biceps exploded during the last six weeks, now stretching the tape at 16.5 inches, a quarter inch bigger than Karyn! My seriously thick and wide back was capped by two cantelope-sized balls of shoulder muscles twice the width of my waist, and flanked by wide lats that tapered to my rock-hard eight-pack abs. My breasts were slightly smaller, a bit under a B-cup now, but looked firmer due to the mass of pectoral muscle underneath. My 25 inch quads, as big as Karyn's, were thick, wide, and all three heads bulged huge. My diamond-shaped calves completed me, as big as my biceps. My waist was back to 22 inches to Karyn's 21 inches, and both our six-packs showed prominently.
Chapter 5: Ups and Downs
The next three months were spent steroid-free, giving our pumped-up musclebound bodies time to rest a while before starting on another cycle of gear. That's not to say we slacked at all in our training, far from it actually! We trained as intensely as we could, and both added some nice muscle and gained some more strength on our bodies in the process.
"I'm still not big enough, and I don't think I ever will be," I said, posing next to my muscle-flexing lover in my workout room. We admired ours and each other's huge muscles as we hit flex after flex, wearing nothing at all. I'd added a chin/dip station to my workout room, as well as a set of wrist and ankle weights (10lbs each), a weight vest (82lbs), a weight belt I could use to chain barbell plates to, and a rack of said barbell plates, each 45lbs.
Karyn nodded in agreement. "I know! My god, I knew I had potential to grow bigger, but I didn't think I'd ever be this big!" She was up to 165lbs with 16.5 inch biceps and 25 inch quads.
"Mmm, you look more delicious with every pound and inch of muscle you add to that body of yours," I complimented her. And that was no lie, I loved and lusted after her more and more each day, as she got bigger and stronger. My own progress (172lbs, 17 inch biceps, 26 inch quads) had made me (as well as Karyn) lust after my own body like never before.
"Me, what about YOU? You've packed on more muscle in a year than most bodybuilders do in three! The juice really loves you, that's for sure!"
I looked down at her dripping-wet pussy and saw my little friend peeking out: her clit was engorged with blood, sticking out a full inch. My own clitty had grown even bigger, an inch and a half and was as thick as my thumb now. So far, in addition to the obvious muscle- and strength-building effects, there were no other side-effects for us after doing our cycle. Of course, we thoroughly enjoyed this particular side-effect as often as possible.
I got on my knees in front of her, placed my hands on her powerful quads and started sucking on her clit while she continued to flex and look at herself in the mirror. I loved getting this muscular body of hers to cum, at least as much as she loved to make me cum. She wasn't getting off (hah!) easily this night, though! Just before I could tell she was going to release a torrent of orgasm, I stopped and stood up.
"What... what are you doing?" she gasped, relaxing the most-muscular pose she had been salivating in the mirror over.
"We're going to cum together tonight, I have an idea from something I read online the other night..."
I went over to my weight rack and started putting on all my weight devices: both wrists, both ankles, and weight vest, for a total of 162 pounds. Then, facing my lover, I reached up and grabbed the chinning bar with a wide grip and did a few slow warmup reps.
"So... what, you're going to work out instead of make me cum?" she teased, caressing my clit and pussy as it raised and lowered with the rest of my muscular body.
"No, you're going to join me for the ride of your life! Grab on and hold tight, baby!"
She was stunned. "You can't possibly do chins with all that weight AND me, I mean you're strong as hell, but that's... that's impossible!"
I continued chinning and looked at her seriously. "No, it isn't. I can do this."
She looked doubtful, but shrugged (wow look at those huge traps!) and then when I lowered myself all the way down after my 10th rep and waited, she wrapped her hands around my neck and her legs around my waist. Our clits touching, I hung there with my bodyweight of 172lbs, her bodyweight of 167lbs, and 168lbs of weight devices.
I could see her doing some quick math, and her eyes got wide. "Renee, this is over 500 pounds you're going to be lifting!"
Our lips were so close, the only response I decided to make was to deeply kiss her for a moment, then smile and wink at her.
I then slowly muscled all that weight up for one rep. My whole body was shaking with the effort, and her pussy was dripping wet she was so turned on. I slowly let us back down and she cried out for another rep. She was furiously grinding her pussy against mine, kissing and licking my neck and caressing any muscle she could get her hands on without losing her grip on my body. I started again, just as slowly, and powered up a second rep. My body was screaming out in pain, my arms felt like they were about to be ripped from my shoulders, and I was dripping sweat and pussy juice all over the mat below the chin station, but I didn't care. I had to keep going!
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As I rested after the second rep, she moved both her hands to each of my biceps, and said simply, "I love you, Renee, now LIFT ME!"
She stared, mouth agape, as I muscled us slowly up for a third time, my biceps bulging bigger than they'd ever been before under the grip of her soft hands. She caressed and squeezed them, and pecked my face with sensuous kisses as I reached the top. I was shaking so violently that the entire apparatus seemed like it was going to fall apart. As I held the chin at the top, she ground her pussy against mine. Her moans quickly became stifled screams, and then in one amazonian bodybuilder climax, we both came like a flood. I quickly lowered us to the ground where we collapsed in each other's arms, dripping with sweat and pussy juice.
"Oh my god, Renee, I had no idea you were that strong!" she said, running her hands all over my hugely-pumped biceps. I flexed them hard for her, and did my own bit of admiring of them.
"Neither did I," I said. "I wonder how much stronger we'll both be after our next cycle?"
She looked up at me, curious. "You really want to do another one?"
"Well of course, I'm just getting started with this body!" I declared. "Don't you want to do another one?"
"If you do, I do," she said, snuggling up next to me and running her hands up and down my hard abs and perky little breasts sitting atop my big slabs of pectoral beef. "Same cycle as last time?"
I'd already prepared for this question, and shook my head. "No, this time I want to do a really hardcore cycle. I'm going to juice like the pro male bodybuilders do!"
She was stunned. "But Renee, that's really dangerous, you could have a lot of negative side-effects if you did that."
"I don't care, Karyn, I'm addicted to growing these muscles and being so fucking strong, I don't want to stop now, I just want more." I got up and stood over her. "I want to be fucking HUGE!" I growled, grinding out an incredible most-muscular pose. Every muscle in my body bulged bigger than ever, and I think I scared her.
"I think I've created a monster..." she muttered, staring at the musclebound physique towering over her.
"Yes, you have," I said sternly, relaxing the flex and turning around to face the wall of mirrors. I flexed up a double-biceps pose. "A monster of female muscle, and this monster is going to keep packing on more and more muscle no matter what it takes," I said, finishing with a wide and imposing lat-spread.
Karyn stood up and hugged me from behind, pressing her still-voluminous and firm breasts into my well-muscled back, and her pussy against my ass while she cupped my breasts and squeezed my nipples. "I'll help you, Renee, but I'm going to stick with a less dangerous cycle for now."
I nodded. "I understand honey, it's ok." I turned around and held her close to me, kissing her gently. "I'm just grateful that you'll be here to share my new body with me."
Chapter 6: Massive Growth
That night we went to Karyn's website source for steroids and ordered up enough Anadrol, Deca-Durabolin, Dianabol, Equipoise and Sustanon to do a 12-week hardcore cycle for me, and a lot of Anavar and Primobolan for Karyn. Our supplier loved us, it cost us almost $2000. That's ok though, I didn't have anything else to spend my money on except my body, so from my perspective it was money very well spent!
A week later all our gear arrived, and I wasted no time having Karyn inject me with a shot of each one of them, and popped 50mg each of Anadrol and Dianabol. "Let's kick some ass, baby," I said, getting my gym bag as we headed for that day's evening workout at the gym.
Karyn was injecting me at least once a day, sometimes twice, and I was popping tons of Anadrol and Dianabol every day (and even some of her Anavar as well). I was up to eight huge protein shakes a day and eating at least 5000 calories a day. I was taking in a ton of legal supplements each day as well: 20g of Creatine, 20g of L-Glutamine, dozens of BCAA pills, 6-OXO pills, NO2, and half a dozen others. Anything that I could eat, drink, pop or inject that could build muscle, I was taking.
I pumped iron for two hours before work, an hour during lunch, two hours after work, then another hour after dinner. On days I didn't have to work (holidays, weekends, days off -- and I took a lot of them by the way), I would work out for sometimes four hours straight: pumping iron, doing cardio, even just walking around the house doing chores while wearing my weight vest and wrist and ankle weights.
Three weeks into my hardcore cycle, I was squatting 500lbs, grinding out reps with 200lbs on the pec deck rack, seated rows with 500lbs, one-arm cable bicep curling 100lbs, and benching 420lbs. I loved to do chins and dips with all my weight devices on my body, plus three 45lb plates chained to my weight belt, and that was for at least three sets of eight reps!
Every day my workouts got more intense as my body grew bigger and stronger. Karyn's Anavar cycle was getting her some decent results, she was up five pounds in three weeks, but I was leaving her in the dust with my progress. I was up to 190lbs to her 175, and growing bigger more quickly every week. My body hungrily drank up all the steroids and calories I was feeding it, a muscle-building factory producing nothing but pure rock-hard, powerful muscles all over my body. The bigger I got, the bigger I wanted to be. The stronger I got, the more I wanted to lift.
By week six, the hardcore steroids were kicking in full-tilt, and I was adding up to one pound of muscle a day. I took a leave of absence from work -- at this point I was pretty useless when it came to doing anything except building my body. And oh my god, what a body! I was a 205lb mass of female muscle at week six, and still growing. My biceps had exploded to over 18 inches, my quads had really taken off on the new cycle, and now stretched the tape to over 31 inches, I had a rock-hard eight-pack abs, huge shredded slabs of pectoral beef on my chest (my breasts were all pec muscle now), huge thick traps, and virtually no neck to speak of. My back and shoulders had thickened and widened so much I looked like a football player with pads on. They were more than twice the width of my 23 inch waist.
I was out-lifting all the guys at the gym, too, and these were some hardcore juiced-up super-heavyweight bodybuilders in their own right. I was leg-pressing close to 2000 pounds, benching 600lbs, and one-arm bicep curling 135lbs. I could also do a set of chins with all my weight devices, three 45lb plates AND Karyn clinging to my body for dear life. I was so strong I scared myself sometimes!
As if the cycle I was on wasn't enough, I ordered additional vials of Sustanon, injecting three times as much into my body as the cycle called for during weeks six through eight. I also quadrupled the amount of Anadrol I was taking during those weeks. The mass packed onto my body faster than I could have hoped or imagined, I was a pure muscle-building monster machine!
For the next six weeks I trained for six hours a day, and the results spoke for themselves. By the end of my cycle, my body had exploded to a behemoth 255lbs of rock-solid muscle with over 23 inch biceps, 38 inch thighs, a 24 inch rock-hard eight-pack waist tapering up to a 60 inch chest when I did a lat spread. I was benching over 800lbs for reps, squatting over 1200lbs, one-arm bicep curling 200lbs, and chinning and dipping with six 45lb plates strapped to my waist, plus all my weight devices, all for four sets of eight to ten reps. I had even done one-arm chins with three 45lb plates for two sets!
My body was so thickly and powerfully muscled, I looked like a tank. Every inch of my body was packed with bulging steel hard muscles. Most of them were now bigger than seemingly humanly possible: like my biceps, my forearms met my biceps when I flexed, both were so huge. Like my quads, each one over fifteen inches bigger than my waist, I had trouble walking because they were now so wide, they were pushing against each other. Like my neck, which was almost completely gone, replaced by a set of traps that just about touched my ears. Like my pecs, which were now so huge that when I flexed them, they were the size of volleyballs.
All of my clothing was now custom-made, there was simply nothing made that could accomodate my massive body. When my old clothes became too tight, Karyn and I would have a "hulking out" party, and I'd squeeze into a shirt or some pants, then do a quick, hard flex and shred the garment into pieces. That never failed to turn us both on!
When not pumping iron, eating, sleeping, taking my steroids or making love to Karyn, I was lusting after my body in my workout room wall of mirrors. I'd spend hours flexing and pumping my muscles up as big as I could, running my hands over my huge muscles and masturbating. Karyn would sometimes be there to watch, and would either help me my kneeling in front of me licking my pussy or sucking on my clit, or would sensuously run her hands all over my body caressing and squeezing my muscles, or sometimes she'd just sit and masturbate while watching me flex and masturbate. There was no denying it: my body was something to be worshipped, and we both absolutely did worship it.
God, I loved what I had become. I loved what steroids had helped me achieve, I only wished I'd started bodybuilding and taking them ten years earlier. But still, being the biggest 26 year old girl on the planet was pretty nice.
Chapter 7: Results
"To huge muscles!"
Karyn and I both raised our glasses of wine and toasted together what we had built. It was the day after the final day of my mega-hardcore steroid cycle, and we were celebrating with a candlelight dinner in our gym. We had the place all to ourselves, as I was good friends with the manager (though admittedly, few people refused any request that I made of them, for obvious reasons).
Karyn sipped her wine and just stared at my body. Her eyes traced from my forearms to my biceps and triceps, up to my shoulders, across my chest, down my abs, up to my traps and then into my eyes. "Unbelievable," was all she could say.
Although we'd been training in the same gym over the past three months, she was unable to lift anywhere near the weights I was, so we hadn't trained together for quite some time.
"I can't get over how massive you are!" she exclaimed. I flexed a mammoth 23.5" bicep for her with my free arm, and she let out a gasp. "It looks like you added half an inch over the past week!"
I winked and said, "well... I did, actually."
She didn't think I was kidding, and I wasn't.
As we ate, mostly in silence as we admired each other's bodies, I noticed that her own body had responded pretty well to her latest cycle of Anavar and Primobolan. She was up to 175lbs of muscle with 17 inch biceps, 27 inch quads, a steel-tight 21 inch eight-pack abs, and still the biggest natural breasts of any bodybuilder I'd ever seen. Even with all that, though, my sheer mass dwarfed her heavyweight bodybuilder physique.
"So what's for dessert?" she asked, putting her napkin on her empty plate and stretching.
"How about me?" I grinned.
We got up from the table and hugged each other, if you could call it that. My body engulfed hers around a wall of muscles, but she still felt good in my arms. She writhed in my grasp, rubbing her breasts and pelvic area against my hard muscles. We kissed deeply for what seemed like ten minutes, reveling in the taste of each other's tongues.
"I want to show you how strong I am," I said, gently leading her into the weight room of the gym.
I picked up a dumbell bar void of weights and stepped up onto a weight bench, holding the bar like I was going to start doing a bicep curl with it.
"I think you won't have much trouble curling that!" she laughed.
"Nope, not much trouble at all. Even with you hanging onto it."
"Wow."
"Come on, grab on!" I prodded her. She obliged, gripping the bar like she was doing a narrow-grip chinup. I then started to one-arm bicep curl the bar and her. She was dumbfounded, she knew I was strong, but such a display of pure female muscle power was almost too incredible to believe without seeing, or in her case, actually being the weight.
"This is too easy for you," she remarked as I completed the 20th rep. She was staring at my bicep as it bulged obscenely, pumping up bigger and bigger. "My god, your bicep must be close to 25 inches now!"
I did ten more reps, then lowered her to the ground. "Ok, next arm!"
Thirty reps with my left arm, and that bicep was also pumped up beyond belief. Karyn was so turned on, the front of her gym sweats were soppping wet with pussy juice. I was pretty turned on myself, and just getting warmed up, too.
As I stood towering on the weight bench above my lover, I did the biggest double-bicep pose any woman had ever flexed, showing off the mammoth muscles that my insane training, eating and juicing had built me. Karyn squealed with delight, clapping her hands. "Show me more! Show me more!" she begged.
I looked around for another way to show her my strength, and then found the old standby: the chinning bar. Since our first sexy chinup session together, we'd done similar many times, but tonight was going to be the best.
"Okay baby, climb on," I said. Karyn wrapped her arms around my traps (neck? what neck? hah!) and her legs around my tight hard waist, and nodded.
"Ready, musclegirl!"
I then reached up to the bar with my right hand and, staring right into her sexy eyes, started doing some very slow one-arm chins. Her lips met mine, parted to meet tongue, and we kissed passionately as I performed rep after rep. She let go of my traps with one hand and placed it on my incredible bicep, moaning and grinding her pussy into my abs as we kissed. At rep five Karyn started orgasming, cumming again and again against my body as I kept lifting us. After fifteen reps I switched arms, and did fifteen more with my left, and her orgasms kept coming. By now I was a sweating, heaving hulk of quivering, hot, sexy female muscle mass, on the verge of releasing a tidal wave of orgasms myself, but still I wasn't done showing the woman I loved how strong I was.
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As she cried out with orgasm after orgasm, I posed and flexed my biceps for her, pumping them even bigger. Had I been wearing anything but my sleeveless tank top, it would have been shredded by what had to be 26 inch monster biceps now. I scooped Karyn up into my arms and lovingly carried her to the squat rack, then set her down on a bench. "Just a minute, my sweetie, I need to add some weight."
The squat bar had four 100lb plates on either side, hardly even a warmup for me now, so I added four more to each side. An even 1600lbs, plus the bar. Karyn stared, mouth open, as I got under the bar and ready to start squatting.
"Oh my god, nobody is that strong!" she gasped.
"I am, just watch."
I raised the bar slowly off the straining rack, steadied myself, then lowered it even more slowly. When my legs were at 90 degrees, I muscled the weight back up, then racked it. "See? Easy!"
Karyn was astonished, and clapped for me. "Do it again! Do it again!"
I powered out ten more reps with the 1600+ pounds, getting my quads pumped up incredibly huge.
"I bet you can squat a lot more than that!" Karyn squealed with delight.
"Well okay," I said, loading four more plates to each side, bringing the total to just over 2400 pounds. "But this time... I want to be eating your pussy while I do it."
She visibly shuddered as I said that, then figured out what to do. She quickly removed her slacks and panties and moved the bench in front of me, stepped up on it, then maneuvered onto the bar so that her legs were draped over it on either side of my head, and her pussy was right in my face. My tongue started going to work on her delicious slit and her engorged clit, lapping and sucking on both. I then started to squat as she hung on and moaned in ecstacy.
"Oh my god... oh my god..." she said, starting to orgasm on the third rep, "you're squatting almost 2600 pounds!" Another orgasm. "And eating my puuuuuuuusssssssssyyyyyy OH GOD RENEE!" And another, and another. Ten reps now, and I was starting to squat faster each time. She mashed her pussy against my face as I powered up the incredible amount of weight again and again. "Oh shit fuck my pussy fuck me fuck me fuck me!" she screamed. I slowed down at rep 25, the front of me was covered in sweat and pussy juice. I moaned with delight as I ate her out mercilessly. Finally stopping at 30 reps, I racked the bar and lifted her bodily off me and set her back down on the bench. She was close to fainting, sweat pouring off her body as if she had been the one squatting 2600 pounds. She looked down at my thighs and her eyes almost popped out of their sockets. "HOLY SHIT RENEE, LOOK AT THEM!!" she screamed.
I knew my quads had gotten pumped up huge from all those squats, but even I was not prepared for how big they had gotten. Pulsing veins criss-crossed my gargantuan striated musclebound legs as I flexed them again and again for Karyn's and my enjoyment. She found a measuring tape and took her time measuring my right quad as she ran her hands all over the massive muscles. "Oh my god, 44 and a half inches!"
I was disappointed, though. "Damn, and here I was thinking I could get them pumped up to 45 inches for you."
Karyn wrapped her arms around my quad and hugged it tight, then dared me to pump it up even bigger. "Do it for me, Renee," she said, looking up at me so sweet and innocent. We went over to the leg press station, filled the machine to the limit with 48 100lb weight plates, then I sat on the seat and Karyn on the top of the machine with the weights, and I put my feet on the steel plate to start pressing.
"Ready?" I grinned at her.
"Ready!"
I pressed up, released the locks, then slowly lowered the weight. God it felt great to lift that much, even if it wasn't much of a challenge. I quickly powered out a dozen reps before Karyn had me stop.
"Let's add some more weights on top, then I can sit on those!" she suggested, giddy with the idea.
I nodded, re-locked the machine and fingered my pussy and clit while I watched her pile plate after plate on top of the machine. My clit was three inches long and an inch thick now, and hyper-sensitive too. It wouldn't take much of Karyn's expert lips and tongue on it to make me cum in waves, but for now my fingers were good enough to pleasure myself.
When she was finished, she'd put ten more plates on the sled, well over a three tons of weight in all, and then climbed back on top. Later we figured out it was about 6200 pounds, but at the time we just knew it was a hell of a lot of weight.
I let out a grunt and pushed the weight up, unlocked the machine, and started lowering the weight. Karyn cheered me on while she too fingered her pussy and clit. As I muscled up the weight on the first rep, my pussy let out an orgasm and I screamed. I then lowered the weight again and did another rep, faster this time. A third rep, a fourth, Karyn was cumming again, I was cumming all over the seat, screaming and grunting and pressing the enormous weight over and over. My quads felt like they were ready to explode! Finally, at rep 20, I locked the machine and fell out of the machine onto the floor, heaving with orgasms and crying. Karyn lept down off the machine and comforted me.
"That's my girl, that's my Renee," she cooed, stroking my dark red hair. "Now stand up and flex those monster quads, you promised me 45 inches and god dammit I fucking want to see 45 inches!" she yelled, doing her mock drill sergeant impersonation. I smiled weakly and struggled as I stood up, then braced myself and flexed my quads as hard as I could. As my quads shook from the strain, Karyn managed to somehow get the measuring tape around one of them, and yelled out in celebration, "47 and a half inches!"
I passed out.
Chapter 8: Enough
Karyn and I moved to Las Vegas a month later where we bought a house and gave private exhibitions to those willing to pay to see the world's biggest female bodybuilder and her very well-muscled heavyweight lover perform. Incredible feats of strength, marathon lesbian sex, or just posing and flexing... we made a fortune. A lot of guys came to see us, but also a lot of girls would come to see us. Many of the girls asked us how we'd gotten so big, and we never lied about it -- we even showed them how to get their hands on the steroids we used. With any luck, we helped release an army of huge bodybuilding women into the population.
Karyn stopped taking her Anavar and other steroids, but kept taking as many legal supplements as she could get her hands on, and maintained just about all of her 175lbs of solid muscle. She went on to win dozens of bodybuilding contests, and even got contacts (the better to see her pretty eyes with, I thought). She'd become much more confident in the years we spent building our bodies together, and I loved her more every day.
I continued taking huge amounts of steroids over the next year, eventually achieving my goal of just over 350lbs of solid female muscle at 7% bodyfat. My enormous biceps stretched the tape to over 28 and a half inches, and my massive quads just over 50 inches. I worked up to being able to squat over 3000lbs of iron, bench 2000lbs and could bicep-curl a 1000lb barbell (in a squat rack), all for at least three reps. I still show no side-effects except a huge, sensitive clit. My muscles are bigger and stronger than I'd ever dreamed, and to this day I'm occasionally shocked at just how massive I've become. Although I used to believe that my muscles would never be big enough or strong enough, I found that the range of motion required to do even the simplest tasks just wasn't possible any more with having so much muscle mass on my body. I've since cut back on most of my steroid use, but still inject a vial or two every now and then for maintenance. I'm still the biggest girl on the planet, and aim to stay that way for many, many years.
As I've gotten older, I realized that the concept of "enough" depends a lot upon who you're with at the time. When I was with Karyn, the girl who had helped turn a 5'4" 105lb redheaded babe into a 350lb musclebound behemoth in just under three years, I was completely satisfied with myself, my body and my life.
Finally, it was enough.
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December 11-16, 2006
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I really enjoyed that: I like it when a story starts realistically and then slowly becomes more fantastic without ever losing focus. Excellent work!
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Author's Note: I never finished this story, but think the first three parts are worth posting for your enjoyment. The first part came really quickly (pun intended), then I finished the second and third parts a couple months later. Part four is about when he visits her at the restaurant a year later, and she's grown huge... but isn't quite done growing. I really do want to finish it, maybe this will inspire me to do so. The first four paragraphs (up to "After we told...") are 100% true. I wish the rest was! :)
Cory the Ruby Tuesday Waitress
by onlymysoul
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Part 1
My two co-workers and I had just finished work at a big client moving their old email server to a new email server. It was a Saturday, when none of the client's employees would be coming into the office to work, and thus the perfect time to do such a project. We always celebrated having to work on a weekend with lunch at a nice restaurant, or in the case of Ruby Tuesday, a nice enough restaurant.
After we were seated, our waitress came over and my eyes instantly went to the thickly-muscled pair of arms displayed by her sleeveless black waitress uniform. It was the middle of November, and here in the northeast U.S. that meant it was chilly out; she obviously loved showing off her arms.
"Hi, my name is Cory and I'll be servicing you today," she said sweetly. Cory was about 25 years old, 5'2", I'd guess around 120lbs, long brown hair tied back in a ponytail, big brown eyes, button nose, and lightly tanned skin. I couldn't help staring at her bulging biceps, triceps, shoulders and forearms! Just a hint of bicep vein could be seen as she held her order pad in her left hand waiting to write down what we wanted for lunch.
She must have noticed my staring at her arms, and to my delight she tensed her left arm a little harder and her bicep, tricep and forearm muscles all bulged even more prominently.
After we each told her what we wanted for lunch, she took our menus and started to walk back towards the kitchen. I looked after her, noticing that her lower body was just as impressive as her upper body, even through her tight black pants. Significant quad, calf, hamstring and butt muscle could clearly be seen stretching the fabric as she walked away. As she rounded a corner at the end of the aisle, she turned her head and our eyes met, and that's when she winked and smiled at me. I almost passed out right there on the spot, but managed to smile back.
I made small talk with my co-workers for a few minutes, occasionally looking around the restaurant to get more glimpses of this incredibly hot musclegirl, and finally spotted her near the restrooms. I caught her eye and she motioned her head as if wanting me to come talk to her. I didn't need to be motioned twice.
I excused myself to go to the men's room and slowly (I wanted to run!) walked towards her. She looked around to make sure no one was watching, and slipped into the men's room. Five seconds later I joined her inside.
It was your typical restaurant men's room: two stalls, two urinals, a long counter with three sinks and a counter-to-ceiling mirror along the length of the counter. She was standing in front of the mirror teasing her hair as I closed the door. She turned to me, smiled, and then reached around me to my right and slid the lock on the door.
"Now we're alone," she said, moving close to me and looking up into my eyes. "Just you, me... and my arms that you apparently can't take your eyes off..."
She then raised them up and flexed a double-biceps pose right in front of me, grinning. She pumped them a couple times, looking at each one, then turned to me and said, "go ahead, I know you want to feel them."
I placed both my hands on her biceps, they were rock hard! "Your arms are incredible," I said, giving them a squeeze. "What are they, twelve, thirteen inches?"
She nodded, continuing to pump and flex them for me. "Just over thirteen, yeah. I love these babies, and love showing them off."
"I can tell, you're the only sleeveless waitress here," I noticed.
"I prefer to spell it w-e-i-g-h-t instead of w-a-i-t," she smiled, then chuckled a bit. "Even the waiters aren't brave enough to go sleeveless here, I can easily beat every one of them at arm-wrestling."
I let go of her biceps and she relaxed her flexing, then reached behind her back, placing her hands on the sink and pressed herself up onto it, sitting on the edge. My eyes instantly went to her bulging triceps. She noticed, stuck her left arm out and alternately flexed her bicep and tricep, slowly running her right hand up and down her arm, feeling her thick muscles.
"Strong girl," I remarked.
"I sure am... I'm bicep curling 55lb dumbells with these babies, and I can bench 270."
"Damn that's hot, I love a strong girl. How long have you been lifting?"
"Since I was 21, I'm 26 now." I'd been close enough guessing her age. "I was really out of shape after college, always found muscles to be... exciting... so I started pumping iron."
"Are your biceps your favorite muscle? You look like you've got muscle everywhere," I motioned to her legs. She looked down at her legs, clad in those hot tight black pants, and raised her legs like she was doing leg extensions. The pants stretched audibly as her quads bulged huge. She took my right hand and placed it on her left thigh so I could feel the warm steel of her muscle.
"I do," she smiled. "140 pounds of solid muscle," she said. Heavier than I'd thought, but it was all good; she was incredibly hot and sexy. As if anticipating my question as I tried to squeeze her quad, she said, "they're twenty four inches around. VERY strong, too."
"Yeah? How much do you lift with them?"
"The other day I squatted 345, leg pressed 1200 and did leg extensions..." she accentuated this with a slow, powerful flex of her thighs, imitating the motion of a leg extension, "...with 280."
"Damn, you ARE a strong one," I said. I couldn't believe I was talking to this sexy musclegirl in the men's room of a restaurant. Surely someone would notice? But no one ever did, we had the room all to ourselves.
"I wish they'd let me wear some really short skirts or shorts, but the best I could do with the dress code is show off my arms," she said. She stopped flexing her thighs and then raised her right bicep in a flex, giving it a slow lick and kissing the muscle. "They are my favorite muscle, though, to answer your question. My biceps REALLY turn me on..."
"They're doing a damn good job of turning me on as well," I said.
Cory looked down at my pants, noticed the significant bulge, and said, "yep, I believe you are correct!"
She hopped down from the sink and knelt in front of me. Oh my god, was she... she couldn't possibly be going to... oh shit!
She reached up and un-did my belt buckle, unbuttoned my pants and unzipped my fly, then reached into my underwear and pulled out my hard, fully-erect cock.
"Don't forget to tip me well," she grinned, and then took my whole cock into her mouth. As she sucked on me, she gripped my ass with her hands, causing her shoulders, biceps and forearms to tense. I caressed and squeezed them, and she returned the favor by flexing everywhere my hands went. I moved them to her traps and was delighted to find that she even had some decent trap muscle under her black top. But my hands kept returning to those thick, meaty biceps of hers.
She stopped sucking me for a moment, then let go of my ass with her right hand and began pumping a bicep flex for me to feel. "You really love my biceps, don't you?"
"Damn, baby, they're incredible..." I confirmed for her.
She resumed sucking my cock, her hot, wet mouth moving up and down rapidly on my aching shaft. God damn, I don't remember ever being this hard before!
"Oh baby... you are so hot..." I encouraged her. "So strong... such beautiful, big muscles... hot, sexy biceps..."
She moaned a bit, stopped flexing her bicep and reached down to unbutton her own pants, then stuck her hand inside to play with her pussy while she continued to suck my cock.
"Yes baby, that's it, your body is so fucking hard... I love your big muscles..." I continued to encourage her softly, "I'd love to see you grow even bigger and stronger... much bigger... much stronger..."
"Mmmmmmmmm" she moaned with her mouth on my cock. She closed her eyes, masturbated herself harder, and sucked my cock with long, slow motions of her mouth and tongue. She must really desire more muscle and strength, so I decided to keep going on this tangent.
"Yeah baby, imagine yourself packing on 50 more pounds of rock solid muscle... bigger, more powerful biceps... huge, bulging quads... so strong, you can out-lift all the hardcore male bodybuilders at the gym..."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMM" she moaned harder, her eyes still closed with a look of fierce determination on her face. Her pelvis started to buck against her fingers as she fucked her pussy furiously. Her sucking motions on my cock sped up. At least one of us was about to cum, and cum HARD.
"That's it baby... you know you want to be fucking huge... a musclebound she-hulk... so much more muscle packed on that hard body... now imagine yourself a LOT bigger... over 250 pounds of pure female muscle... the strongest girl in the gym, stronger than any of the guys... you are so fucking strong baby... your biceps are bigger than the guys, your quads are massive... you are so powerful... so hot and sexy..."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she moaned/screamed with my cock in her mouth, and was now ramming her fingers in her crotch.
"Do you want that, baby? Do you want to be fucking huge? Would you do anything to be a massively musclebound, hot and sexy hardcore super-heavyweight bodybuilding she-hulk?"
"MMMMMM HMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!" she moaned.
"Then do it!" I said. It was then that my cock erupted in her mouth and she started orgasming. She rode wave after wave of pleasure as she sucked my cock dry, taking every drop of cum from me.
She opened her eyes, released my cock from her mouth, and gasped. "Holy shit... that was... fucking awesome..." She stood up, huge thighs flexing big, and went into a stall to get some toilet paper to wipe up some pussy juice she'd cum. I cleaned myself up in the sink, and re-zipped, buttoned and buckled my pants.
She came over and stood next to me, checking herself in the mirror to make sure she looked okay. I reached over and gently turned her to me, and we kissed gently, then more passionately for a moment.
Holding her hard body close to mine, our arms wrapped around each other's waist, I told her just what I thought of her. "You are incredible, Cory."
"You're pretty hot yourself... did you mean everything you said? About me getting bigger and stronger?" She was still quite flushed.
"Every word. You have so much potential to bulk up that body bigger and stronger than you can imagine, I would love to see how far you could take it."
She shuddered visibly and looked up at me, grinning almost evilly. "Well, I can imagine myself VERY big and strong," she said.
"I'd better get back to my table, and you'd better get back to work," I said, realizing that we'd been in here more than a little while.
"Oh shit, yeah..." she said, realizing the same. It was a miracle we hadn't been disturbed yet, but the restaurant wasn't very busy today. Just my luck!
We left the men's room separately, a minute apart. As I got back to the table, my co-workers looked at me funny.
"What? I got a cell phone call from a client," I explained.
They nodded, then resumed chatting.
After we were done with lunch, Cory brought the bill to us, and I put my credit card in it for her. When she brought the receipt back, I wrote a $50 gratuity on the receipt, and my cell phone number.
As we were leaving the restaurant, I looked towards the kitchen and caught her eye one last time. She looked around, then flexed her bicep for me and smiled. I grinned back and headed out the door.
Part 2:
"Damn, $50 tip... not bad..." I thought to myself, chuckling at the effect my body had on some of my customers. This one, though... I mean, it's not like I give every customer who likes my biceps a blowjob in the men's room or anything... but this guy seemed to know my most secret inner desires. The ones I masturbated to late at night as I flipped through the pages of Women's Physique World, imagining my face on the bodies of the biggest heavyweight female bodybuilders.
I'd worked hard to build my muscles over the past five years, but lately I'd been craving more. More muscle, more strength, more MASS. Maybe this was the sign I'd been looking for, maybe it was time to start going hardcore.
"Fuck yeah... it's time I started a heavy-duty hardcore steroid cycle," I thought.
When I got home from the gym that night after one of the most intense workouts I'd ever done, I put my gym bag on the kitchen counter and took out the dozens of boxes of steroid pills and vials, and a box of 100 syringes that I'd bought from the gym's steroid supplier. He had hooked me up with all of the most hardcore juice I could buy: Anadrol, Sustanon, Testosterone Enthanate, Dianabol, Winstrol, Primobolan, Deca Durabolin, and so on.
By now I was so horny my pussy was gushing its own juice. I stripped naked and ran into the bathroom with some syringes, a couple vials and boxes of pills. It was turning me on so fucking much, the thought of juicing up and growing my muscles bigger, stronger, faster than ever before. I filled a syringe with half a vial of Sustanon, jabbed it into my ass and pushed the plunger slowly down. I then popped six Anadrols and six Dianabols. I then started flexing in the mirror, admiring my soon-to-be-much-bigger body.
"God I can't wait," I said, grinding out a most-muscular pose. "I'm going to be fucking HUGE."
Part 3:
Three months of hardcore steroids and insane training had turned me into a huge musclebound hulk of a girl. My routine over those three months consisted of juicing up as soon as I got out of bed, pumping iron for three hours before lunch, going to work for eight hours, geting juiced up again and pumping iron for another three hours after dinner. I was eating eight high-protein meals a day and popping oral steroids like candy all throughout the day and night.
My body responded incredibly fast to all the steroids, protein and training. Every single workout I was able to lift more weight, and I don't mean just a pound or two a week. Take bench press for example: by the end of the first month I was benching 400lbs, at the end of the second 650lbs, and now at the end of the third month I'm benching close to 900lbs. I'm dumbell-curling 250lbs, squatting over 2000lbs for reps, and can do full sets of one-arm chins with 400lbs strapped to a weight belt.
And oh yes, all that strength came with a LOT of muscle mass! I was 140lbs when I started, and packed on 30lbs the first month, 50lbs the second month, and the third month my muscle mass exploded -- I packed on a whopping 90lbs of solid muscle! I now tip the scales at 310lbs at 10% bodyfat. My biceps have literally doubled in size to over 26 inches, three inches bigger than my waist! Speaking of my waist, it's clad with a 10-pack of orange-sized rock-solid abs. My back is so fucking wide and thick, I have to turn sideways to get through most doorways. My traps are huge, almost able to touch my ears. My pecs ballooned to the size of volleyballs, and almost touch my chin. My quads are simply mammoth, at 39 inches around, with my calves at 23 inches.
I'm bigger than I ever thought or even hoped I could become, and I still want MORE. In three months I'm going to start an even more hardcore cycle, tripling the dosages. I'm going to quit my job and dedicate my life to growing muscle mass and strength.
The only side-effects I've had so far from taking so many steroids is a slightly deeper (and more sexy, I think) voice, and a huge clit. It's like a cock, it's so thick and long now, and I fucking love it. I've even taken to injecting my clit directly with steroids to make it grow bigger.
I love coming home after an intense hardcore workout, drenched in sweat, my clothes ready to burst because I'm so fucking pumped up, and going right to my bedroom. I had a full-length mirror installed on one of the walls so I could see every massive inch of my body. I would pose and flex as hard as I could, loving the sight of my huge muscles, feeling my clit grow in my panties, and then I'd flex an incredible most-muscular pose and RIIIIIIIPPPP!! my shirt would shred to pieces. My naked musclebound torso covered in veins and sweaty bulging muscle. Again and again I'd flex my most-muscular pose, amazed and turned on like I couldn't fucking believe at the sight of this gigantic musclegirl in the mirror. I'd remove my shorts and panties and flex while I watched my clit grow bigger the more turned on I became. I'd then start masturbating it like a cock, my right arm flexing my huge bicep while my left hand jerked off my clit. After a few minutes of this I would start to orgasm, and quickly ran to the dresser where I always had a plastic cup handy, and filled it with my pussy juice. When I had milked all the juice from my pussy, I'd drink it all down, savoring the delicious steroid-laced liquid. I was a muscle freak, and I loved everything about me!
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Author's Note: I wrote this in one sitting as soon as I got home from meeting a girl named Cara. When we were introduced, we shook hands and I was stunned by how incredibly strong her grip was. I spent the next half hour stealing glances at her thick body, hoping there was a lot of muscle under those professional clothes. Turns out there was... at least in my imagination! :) Enjoy.
Cara the Accounting Assistant
by onlymysoul
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I'd been in conference all day and was about to leave my accounting firm when I noticed only one other light was on in the building, the office next to mine. A new girl had just started today, and I figured better late than never would be a good time to introduce myself. I knocked on the door, heard a sweet-sounding "come in!" and opened it.
"Hi, Nicole, pleased to meet you, I'm Cara."
Meeting for the first time, as we shook hands, I was astonished at how firm her grip was. I'd never felt so much strength in a handshake from a woman before. My office neighbor was slightly taller than my 5'6", with long, dark-brown hair, big brown eyes, tanned, 28 years old and Italian. She was wearing a pair of black slacks and a black suit jacket over a light blue top. I'm no slouch in the looks department, but she was just stunning. She was also a lot heavier than I was, and I don't mean fat. I'm 95lbs soaking wet, she looked to be at least 165, maybe bigger. Her pants visibly strained a bit when her legs moved, and even through her suit jacket her shoulders and biceps bulged noticably. This was one powerful, musclebound girl alright, how lucky was I to have her next door to me in our firm?
Before you assume too much, I'm not a lesbian. At least, up until that day I'd never thought of myself as one, and certainly was never attracted to another woman before. I went to the gym pretty regularly to do my cardio and some very light weights, and was used to getting stared at by the guys (and some of the girls), but never thought much of it. I appreciated a firm, well-muscled physique on any guy or girl, and assumed that others did too. I could usually tell whether someone was in shape and well-muscled even when fully clothed. But Cara... she was a completely different story. I could tell right away that this was no ordinary fit girl, this girl had some serious beef on her. She simply exuded power and strength even though not a single piece of flesh was displayed, and if I had to guess, I'd say she was the biggest bodybuilder I had ever seen. Or, at least... hoped to see. I was getting warm... even before it registered in my brain, my pussy started getting wet. Damn, and she still had all her clothes on! What was happening to me? Compose yourself, Nicole!
Bringing my eyes up from her bulging upper arms back to her eyes, I commented on her grip.
"That's... that's a very strong grip you have there, you must work out a lot."
She let go of my hand and smiled, sitting back down in her chair. "Oh, you could say that... a LOT." She then laughed.
I sat down in the chair on the opposite side of her desk and wondered what joke it was that I was missing.
She must have noticed my confused expression, then motioned for me to close the door.
"I don't want to shock anyone else just yet, but I think you just might like what you're about to see," she said. After I closed the door and sat back down, she stood up and, while looking deep into my eyes, removed her suit jacket.
My mouth fell open and I audibly gasped, "holy shit, Cara." Her upper body was enormously musclebound. Her waist was tiny, maybe an inch bigger than my 21" waist, but it was plated with an eight-pack of abs the size of cue balls. Her lats flared out incredibly wide, but not as wide as her melon-sized striated shoulder muscles. Her C-cup firm breasts sat atop huge slabs of striated pectoral muscles, stretching her blue tanktop to its limits. And it was a good thing that it WAS a tanktop and not a sleeved shirt, because I was fairly certain no normal-sized sleeved shirt could hold her huge arms. As she dropped her suit jacket onto her desk, she lifted both of her arms up parallel to the ground and then slowly flexed an incredible double-biceps pose. As her strong fists moved towards her head, her biceps just kept getting bigger and more peaked, until towards the top of the flex a split in each bicep appeared and the peak got a peak. As she was flexing them, she was admiring her left bicep, then looked at the right one for a moment, then looked back at me.
"What do you think, Nicole?" she beamed. I could tell she absolutely loved being so powerfully muscular.
I was almost speechless, and I had to work to get my mouth closed from gaping at her incredibly muscle-packed upper body. "I... I've never seen so much muscle on a woman before!"
Cara relaxed her double-biceps pose and then turned a bit to the left and did a right side-chest pose for me. Her pectorals ballooned up and out, so thickly muscled they almost reached her chin, and veins crisscrossed her shoulders, biceps and forearms.
"Oh my god..." I said, stunned.
Cara walked around her desk to stand closer to me, then brought her hands up behind her head and crunched her abs, making each of the cue balls bulge even bigger and harder. Her biceps bunched up too, my god, they were as big as her head!
"Go ahead, feel how hard my abs are," she invited.
I cautiously placed my hands on her stomach muscles, expecting them to be hot to the touch, but they were just warm... and solid as steel! I pressed harder, then started running my hands up and down them, caressing them.
"God, they're so hard!"
"I love working my abs... and my back, too, check this out," she said, relaxing her ab crunch flex and then turning so that her back was to me. She placed a strong fist on each hip, then flared her lats out wide in the most musclebound latspread I had ever seen. It literally looked like she could fly with those lats being so wide. I couldn't help myself, I stood up and placed my hands on her tiny, hard waist and slowly ran them up the sides of her lats, amazed at the thickness and width of them. Up to her arms, where I felt how big and hard her shoulders were, then down each bulging tricep, then her forearms.
"Incredible," was all I could say as she turned around, smiling at me.
"Wait til you see my legs, they're my strongest muscles," she said. She slowly unbuttoned then unzipped her pants and let them fall to her ankles. Before me were a pair of the biggest, most muscular and undoubtedly the most powerful legs I had ever seen on a woman OR a man. She flexed to make them bulge out obscenely huge, and again I couldn't help myself and reached out to caress these massive tree trunk thighs.
"They're bigger than your waist," I noticed, "a LOT bigger!"
She shook out her right quad, then flexed it hard. It was as solid as steel, I couldn't squeeze it a millimeter.
"They sure are, they're over 38 inches of solid muscle."
When I was done feeling her quads, she put her pants back on and then stood closer to me... very close... her head and lips inches from my ear. Could she tell I was incredibly turned on from feeling her powerful muscles? Could she smell my sopping-wet pussy?
She whispered to me, "I can tell what your favorite muscle is, Nicole... I saw your eyes go to them when we shook hands... you love biceps, don't you?"
All I could do was nod slowly. Ok, I admit it... I've flexed my little biceps in the mirror occasionally... licked the tiny muscles sensuously... they turned me on, and I never knew why... it's not like I lifted weights much at all, just very light weights along with my daily aerobics and yoga. They were a tiny fraction of the size of Cara's cannons, though.
"They're my favorite muscle too, I train them incredibly hard... you'd be amazed at how much weight I can lift with them..."
She then brought her arm up and slowly flexed her right bicep for me, inches from my face. She grunted as she flexed it again and again, trying to make it grow even bigger and more peaked than it already was. She was starting to sweat, and every vein in her musclebound arm was pulsing.
"Mmm, yeah, look at how big it is, Nicole," she whispered. "Go ahead, feel it..."
I didn't wait to be asked twice, and put both my hands on her incredible arm, one on top of her rock-hard peak and the other caressing her full, powerful tricep. Both my hands weren't even close to fitting around her huge muscle... if I had four hands, maybe.
As she flexed again, she lifted her elbow up higher and brought her bicep closer to her head, then began to sensusously lick her peaked muscle. Her long, sexy tongue licked all around and over her hard muscle. She then passionately kissed it. It was like she was trying to make love to her own bicep, and I imagine if she could get it near her pussy she probably would.
She then turned to me with the sexiest look I have ever seen from a woman, and said, "lick my muscle."
I grabbed her bicep and pressed my lips to the massive muscle, kissing and licking it. I ran my tongue all over her huge arm, reveling in the salty taste of her skin and the feel of the solid female beef on my tongue. It was like nothing I had ever imagined.
As I licked, she continued to flex it. "Feels good, doesn't it, baby? That's a bit over 25 inches of solid muscle you're licking. It took me five years to build up my body with all this muscle, and I'm still growing bigger every day."
I disembraced my lips from her bicep as she relaxed her arm.
"How strong are your biceps?" I asked, dying to know if she was as powerful as she was musclebound.
"VERY strong," she said, sternly. "Stand up."
I did as I was told, and she then knelt in front of me and put her arm between my legs, then placed her hand on the small of my waist. I was straddling her incredible bicep! I wondered if she could she feel the wetness coming from my pussy.
"Put your hands on my shoulder for balance," she said, and I did. "Okay, hold on, baby."
She then proceeded to lift me off the ground, and when she was fully standing, started doing bicep curls with my body!
"Oh my god, you are SO strong!"
She grinned at me as she ground out rep after rep with my 95lbs with just her single bicep. She flexed it hard against my pussy, oh my god I was so wet and turned on now!
"This isn't really a workout, babe... you're too light for the amount I normally use."
"How much is that?" I asked, astonished.
"300lb dumbells," she said non-chalantly.
"Damn!" I gasped again, as I continued to be bicep-curled by this monstrously-strong girl. A shudder went through my body as I was struck by the realization that she could curl with one arm over twice my bodyweight. I couldn't help it, I orgasmed right there. My pussy spasmed against her powerful bicep, and juices started flowing. She felt the waves of pleasure wash over me and gently set me down. She then flexed her bicep one more time and licked the bit of pussy juice I had cum onto her muscle.
"Mmm... I see you REALLY like my muscles, Nicole..." she said, smiling with approval.
"I've never... oh my god... you're so hot, Cara..." I was babbling, I had never been so turned on by a woman before, let alone a musclebound bodybuilding girl of 28.
As I composed myself, she reached into her purse and brought out a vial of liquid and a syringe.
"What's that?" I asked, nodding to the items.
"You don't think I built this body just with a lot of hard work in the gym, do you?" she asked, inserting the needle into the vial and filling the syringe with the entire contents of the vial.
She was juicing! And doing it right in front of me! Although a part of me was shocked and appalled, the other half (the LOUDER and MORE TURNED ON half) screamed "holy shit that's hot!"
"This is Testosterone Enthanate, one of the most powerful steroids in the world," she explained.
"How much of that stuff do you take?"
"Seven of these every week, but a specific one each day of the week. I also take a lot of oral steroids," she said, putting the filled syringe down on her desk and rummaging through her purse again. She brought out two containers of pills. "This is Dianabol and this one is Anadrol. Hardcore orals, baby, very hardcore." She opened the vials and popped six Dianabol and two Anadrol into her mouth, washed them down with her bottle of Evian. "Mmm, I'll be feeling those in an hour or so, that's for sure!"
She then picked up the syringe again and lowered her pants a bit to expose her rock-hard butt cheek. She plunged the needle into her ass without even flinching, and slowly pushed the plunger down. As she was injecting herself, she closed her eyes and moaned. "God this always feels so gooooood," she said. "I fucking LOVE steroids!"
The mere sight of her injecting herself and knowing the results she was getting from them caused my body to be wracked with yet another hard orgasm. My panties were dripping with cum now.
"I see you approve," she smiled, throwing the empty vial and syringe in the trash and putting away her oral steroids into her purse.
I nodded. "How long have you been juicing?"
"Well like I said, I started bodybuilding five years ago after going to a Ms. Olympia show and deciding that I wanted a body like those women had -- hell, BIGGER than they were, as big as the guys who compete in the Mr. Olympia. I started hitting the gym for two hours a day, every day, pumping iron as intensely as I could, eating a ton of protein and taking every legal muscle-building supplement I could lay my hands on. Back when I started bodybuilding, I was about your size: 95lbs and skinny, but after two years of intense training I'd packed on over 50lbs of solid muscle. My body responded really well to lifting weights, and I was completely and totally addicted to seeing my muscles grow bigger and stronger every day."
By this time in her story, my hand had involuntarily moved down the front of my pants and was masturbating my pussy. I was so incredibly turned on, I couldn't help it. "Go on... please..." I moaned.
She grinned and put her own hand down the front of her pants and also started masturbating as she continued her story.
"So now I was 145lbs of solid muscle, and very strong already... I was curling 75lb dumbells, benching 325lbs, and squatting 600lbs easily. I was stronger than all but a few of the really huge male bodybuilders at the gym, and I loved it. It wasn't enough, though... I'd known all about steroids for some time, but didn't decide to start taking them until I lost a bet."
"A bet? About what?" I asked.
"I used to get asked to armwrestle all the time by guys (and a lot of girls, too) when I'd go out to bars, and one night this guy bet me a night of oral sex that I couldn't beat him in armwrestling. I was cocky, I knew how powerful I was, and he didn't look to be all that, but he had on a bulky sweater so I had no idea just how big he was when I agreed. We locked hands, and after about a minute of struggling, he finally put me down.
'You were quite a challenge, that's the closest I've ever gotten to being beaten,' he said.
'Just how big are you, anyway?' I asked. He then took off his sweater to reveal one of the biggest, most musclebound upper bodies I had ever seen on a man.
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'325lbs of solid muscle, baby... isn't modern chemistry wonderful?' he winked at me, then took me to the Men's room where I sucked his cock for an hour.
"I was stunned, angry at losing, and then quickly became determined to grow as big and strong as possible so that the next time I saw him I would be able to beat him, and easily."
"So that's when you started juicing?" I asked.
Cara nodded. "At his apartment that night, he shot me up with a ton of steroids, and hooked me up with his suppliers. He taught me all about dosages, which ones to avoid, possible side-effects, the works. Over the next three years I carefully juiced up my body and spent four hours a day in the gym pumping iron like crazy and eating enough food for six people. My body responded dramatically to the juice: I bulked up so quickly that I kept muscling out of my shirts and pants, packing on multiple pounds of solid muscle every week. My lifts skyrocketed, by the end of the first year I was bicep curling 155lb dumbells, benching 600lbs, and squatting over 1200lbs, all at a bodyweight of 225. My biceps had ballooned from a very respectable 16 inches to 19 inches, my quads had grown from 21 to 27 inches, and all over I was bulging everywhere with new, bigger muscles. I kept at it, though, and kept getting bigger and stronger. I wanted to be so freakishly musclebound that people would point and stare when they saw my muscles, so I pumped iron as hard as I could and juiced myself to the gills every day to achieve that goal."
I was so close to cumming harder than I ever had.
"How big and strong have you become?"
"Well, you already know my biceps are a bit over 25 inches, an inch bigger than my waist, my quads are over 38 inches, my calves are 21 inches, my chest when I do a lat spread is 68 inches. In three years of juicing, starting at 145lbs, I have more than doubled my bodyweight in pure, rock-solid muscle. I'm 335, baby. And am I ever fucking strong! My max bench is now over 900lbs, and I can squat over one ton. That's over 2000 pounds of iron plates, baby. How fucking hot is that?"
I answered her by orgasming incredibly hard right then. As I stifled my screams of ecstacy, she orgasmed as well, every muscle in her upper body bulging obscenely huge.
"Mmm..." Cara moaned, leaning back in her chair and fingering herself with one hand while her other hand caressed her bulging arm and pecs. "I do love this musclebound body," she said, then looked at me. "Don't you?"
I nodded and stood up from my chair, walked over to her and motioned her to turn her chair to face me. I then knelt before her, worshipping this female muscle goddess, and unzipped her pants the rest of the way down. She maneauvered her beefy muscle-packed legs out of her pants and panties, scooted towards the edge of her seat and then spread her legs. Her massive quads wrapped around my tiny waist, each of them bigger than my entire upper body. I was a 32C breast size, her thighs were six inches bigger! I almost came when I comprehended that... but I remained composed, brushed my long, brown hair out of my pretty face, and attacked her hot, wet pussy with my tongue and lips. I ate her out with a vengeance, hungrily sucking on her two-inch clit, lapping at her hot pussy lips, and fingering her deep. Even her pussy was muscular and strong, she gripped my fingers so hard it hurt. I kept at it, mercilessly eating her out and caressing her huge, rippling abs and her gigantic quads. While I was busy feasting on her muscle pussy, she was lovingly and sensuously licking and kissing her biceps and the tops of her pectoral muscles, loving every inch of her body that she could reach with her tongue and lips.
Cara moaned in pleasure a lot during my feast. "Yes baby, eat my pussy, suck on my huge clitty," "Oh my god, you are incredible, Nicole," and "I love being so fucking packed with muscle, tongue-fuck me you hot sexy girl!" just to name a few. Finally, after 15 minutes, she orgasmed HARD, stifling a scream with her suit jacket, and I hungrily lapped up each and every drop of hot muscle cum from her pussy.
I looked up at her, grinning, my face covered in her cum, and she laughed. "Come here, you sexy hottie," she said, standing up and then picking me up with her powerful arms. She held me off the ground and we kissed deeply, passionately. My hands madly groped her musclebound back, traps and shoulders as she licked all of her cum from my lips and cheeks. "Mmm, my cum tastes so good, doesn't it baby?"
I stopped kissing her for a moment and nodded. "I've never tasted anything like it before... you were my... my first..."
She sat down in her chair and held me close in her arms, sitting in her lap. I was surrounded by a wall of huge female muscle, and it felt so good I can't begin to describe it. "I'm so glad, Nicole... I knew from the first moment we met that you would be something special to me. Someone who loves and lusts after my muscles even as much as I do."
"Oh god yes, Cara, you are a goddess! I want to help you grow even bigger and stronger! You are who I've been waiting for all of my life, I just didn't realize it until I saw you for the first time. How lucky am I?"
Cara grinned. "I feel the same way, baby. And yes, I'd love for you to help me grow bigger and bigger... and in return, I'm going to do something for you. Something I know you've always wanted but didn't know you did until today..."
My entire body was tingling, and I felt hot all over... it was like every muscle in my body had just been through a grueling heavy-duty workout at the gym. Why were my clothes so tight all of a sudden? "What's that? I feel... strange... but good... hot..."
"You're starting to feel it, baby..." she cooed at me, caressing my upper body. My muscles were almost non-existant compared to hers, but she caressed them gently just the same. "My pussy juice is saturated with steroids, and super-concentrated, a combination of all the injectables and orals I take in each and every day, but the best part..."
I was starting to really sweat now. Wow, did my shirt feel tight all of a sudden! Especially in the arms and back! We both stood up, and she continued to lovingly caress my body. Her hands ran up and down my back, around my tiny waist, to my breasts, then all over my arms.
"The best part is that my body turns all those harcore steroids with synthetic male hormones into super fast-acting, mega-potent female steroid juice."
Suddenly I heard a sharp ripping sound, and soon discovered it was my shirt! It was tight already, I loved wearing tight outfits, but now it was being stretched past its limit by... by... muscles!
I gasped and looked into Cara's eyes, a look of shock on my face.
"And you just drank a lot of it, hot stuff," she grinned.
I looked down at my previously slender forearms and toned but tiny biceps, and found thickly-muscled slabs of beef in their place! My shirt had burst at the biceps as my ballooning muscles grew rapidly. My breasts were growing outward, pushed up and out by thick and striated pectoral muscles I never even knew I had. My poor shirt ripped right down my spine as my widening lats and thickening back were just too much for it to handle. I ripped the shredded shirt from my body just as I heard rips coming from below. My quads had bulked up well past the breaking point of my slacks, and suddenly they burst through, twin columns of massive female muscle. Well, massive on me, they were nowhere near as huge as Cara's thighs. I ripped the remainder of my pants off my legs, then turned to look in her large wall mirror.
"Holy shit, I'm fucking huge," I gasped. The girl looking back at me had the same beautiful face and hair, but the body was completely foreign to me. I looked to have just doubled my bodyweight in pure, rock-solide female muscle in the span of less than a minute. Every muscle in my body was defined and absolutely huge, bigger than I could have possibly imagined my muscles ever being.
"Oh my god, I'm GROWING!" I gasped.
Cara, meanwhile, had been watching my muscle growth intently, while removing all of her clothing. By the time my growth subsided, she was leaning back in her chair fingering her pussy and caressing her pecs and abs.
As I did a double-biceps pose, admiring my new guns, Cara got up from her chair, stepped behind me and did the same pose. Her body was so incredibly massive, every muscle was at least twice the size of mine. We flexed our biceps in unison and both giggled. She then reached around and cupped my breasts, gently but firmly pulling my body against hers. I felt her wet pussy against my now rock-hard ass, and rubbed it against her sex. She started kissing my neck and traps as I felt her thick, powerful forearms, each one bigger than my biceps.
"What do you think of your new body?" she whispered in my ear as we both looked at our reflections in the mirror. Two muscular (but only one she-hulkian) girls enjoying each other's bodies. I could feel the heat radiating off of her, she was incredibly turned on by my new muscles... and I was too!
"This is so incredible... how can I thank you for such a beautiful gift?" I was almost at the point of tears, I was so ecstatic with my muscles. She turned me around to face her, and we kissed passionately. Hands feeling the other's muscles, lips and tongues dueling, wet pussies grinding against each other... it was pure heaven.
Cara stopped kissing me and looked me deep in my eyes, still holding my body close to hers. "You can thank me by joining me in the gym every day... pumping iron as intensely as I do... get juiced up as much as I do... and by joining me in my bed every night... eating my hot muscle pussy and drinking my hot muscle pussy juices... I want you to grow, baby, as big and strong as I am, even more if you can..."
"Oh my god, YES!! I want to be HUGE!!!" I screamed, orgasming incredibly hard. Before today, I had never known just how much I wanted a freakishly-huge musclebound body like Cara's. Everything about her body turned me on like nothing ever had: her muscle size, their strength, the fact that she juices so insanely, how hard she trains. I wanted to be like her, hell, I wanted to be BIGGER and STRONGER than her! Her incredible pussy juice was going to take my body on a muscle-building journey faster than I could possibly imagine, and I couldn't wait to see the results.
I fell to my knees in front of her and thrust my face into her pussy, hungrily attacking it once again, sucking and licking as fast and hard as I could.
"Need... more... muscle pussy juice..." I said in-between licks of her sexy clit.
Cara looked down at me, moaned in pleasure and smiled, lovingly running her hands through my hair.
"Mmmm, yes... that's my girl... drink up, baby... you're just getting started."
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Author's Note: Another hottie that I daydream about becoming a huge hulked-out female mass of muscle. /sigh! Perhaps timely, given that she just had another kid.
Jessica Alba
by onlymysoul
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Excerpts from September 2008 Shape magazine:
"I put on a lot of weight [during my pregnancy] and have been working really hard to get back down to my pre-baby weight. I've been training like I did for [The Fantastic Four: Rise of the] 'Silver Surfer', and think I look even better than I did back then. Check out this bicep!" Jessica flexes her right arm, displaying a lemon-sized bicep. She's cut and lean, and determined to keep at it even after she achieves her goal of 120lbs.
"Every day I've been lifting light weights for an hour, and also doing an hour of cardio. I feel great... fit and tight... and am looking forward to sticking with it."
Excerpts from November 2008 Oxygen magazine:
"I'm honored to be on the cover this month! I'm really proud of the changes I've made in my body over the past two months."
"I've been lifting as heavy as I can, eating a ton of protein, and cut my cardio back to half an hour each day. The results have been incredible, I've gained 15 pounds of muscle, and check out these abs!" Jessica crunches her abdominals into an impressive six-pack of bulging muscles. Her whole body is rock-hard and ripped: wider back and broader shoulders, thick and strong biceps (she boasts 45lb dumbell curls for reps), triceps and forearms, and quads that seem to have doubled in muscle mass.
"I'm really loving the results in both muscle mass and strength gains -- it's incredibly addicting!" She admits to spending quite a lot of time flexing her muscles in the mirror, and during sex. "My muscles are quite a turnon for me!"
On her movie plans: "I'm taking some time off from making movies, going to see where life takes me for a while. Right now I'm just really into being fit and strong and having all this sexy hard muscle, and that's good enough for now."
Excerpts from Muscle & Fitness January 2009 magazine cover:
After competing in and winning her first figure contest in late 2008, former movie star Jessica Alba has set her sights on the biggest role of her career: winning this year's Ms. Olympia.
"I was just blown away when I got my pro card on my first attempt! It inspired me not only to train harder, but to give bodybuilding a shot. Figure is nice, don't get me wrong, but I've been packing on so much muscle so quickly that I don't even consider myself a figure competitor any more."
Indeed, Jessica showed up to our interview a powerfully-built 150lb muscle hottie. Her biceps stretch the tape to just under sixteen inches, her waist a rock-hard 25 inches with a well-defined eight-pack, and 25-inch quads are just a few of her astonishing assets.
"I've been training incredibly hard, sometimes up to three hours a day just pumping iron. The more muscle I pack onto my body, the more I want. I'm on a ton of supplements: protein, glutamine, creatine, you name it I'm probably taking it! [laughs]"
Jessica plans on competing at the Ms. Olympia at a ripped 185lbs. Only time will tell if she has the desire and dedication to put on that much muscle mass in such a short time.
Excerpts from ESPN Online article, November 2009:
Jessica Alba, in a unanimous judging decision, has won the 2009 Ms. Olympia heavyweight and overall bodybuilding titles. Seemingly coming out of nowhere with a massively muscular 190lb ripped physique, Jessica has taken the bodybuilding world by storm after a little more than a year and a half of serious training. The 28 year-old was also the youngest ever to win the contest.
"My plans," the out of breath, smiling winner told us, "are to get my rock-hard ass back in the gym as soon as I can. I'm just getting started with building my body, you haven't seen anything yet!"
Indeed, her ability to add muscle mass is nothing short of astonishing. Since beginning her bodybuilding career after a brief yet highly successful stint in figure, she's packed a whopping 55 pounds of muscle onto her powerful frame in just eight months. Those pounds have been evenly distributed throughout her physique, which is now sporting over 18 inch biceps, 29 inch quads, and some of the thickest, most muscular pectorals ever to grace a female bodybuilder.
Her displays of strength in the gym have been equally as impressive as her muscle gains, boasting 95lb dumbell bicep curls, 700lb squats and a 400lb bench press. Rumors of hardcore steroid use have yet to be proven, as Jessica has passed every test she's been asked to take, including prior to the Olympia.
Excerpts and photo captions from National Enquirer, July 2010
Headline: Jessica Alba - Steroid Monster?
Jessica Alba, missing from the public spotlight for the past six months, has been found disguised, pumping iron at a Gold's Gym in downtown Los Angeles. Rumored to weigh as much as 265lbs of solid muscle, she's been a fixture here for months wearing baggy sweats, a baseball cap and large sunglasses. When an anonymous tipster told us this behemoth was really Ms. Alba, we shot these incredible photos.
Photo 1: Jessica bench-pressing 900lbs.
Photo 2: Jessica squatting 2000lbs.
Photo 3: Jessica bicep-curling a 220lb dumbell with one hand.
Photo 4: Jessica posing in the mirror in her baggy sweats, her muscles still managing to stretch the fabric nearly to the point of ripping.
Photo 5: The most shocking! Close-up of Jessica popping a handful of Anadrol, a hardcore oral steroid, in-between sets.
Anonymous sources report that Jessica has been a hardcore steroid user for over a year now, and that her obsession with bodybuilding is bordering on insanity.
Excerpts from a CNN news report, August 2010
Anchor: "Breaking news from Los Angeles: Jessica Alba, movie star-turned-bodybuilder was arrested today on charges of steroid trafficking. Agents from the FBI raided her suburban Los Angeles home early this morning and confiscated thousands of injectable and oral steroids. Ms. Alba, shown here being led away from her home in a police van because she had bulked up her body so big that she couldn't fit inside a police car, is being charged with possession of controlled substances with intent to distribute, a charge which her lawyer strongly denies."
Lawyer: "My client is completely innocent of these ridiculous charges. The doctor-prescribed anabolic steroids found in her home are purely for her personal use."
Anchor: "Some legal experts doubt this will hold up as a defense. We have with us Greta Van Susteren. Greta, what do you think about Ms. Alba's chances?"
Greta: "Just look at those pictures, she's bigger than the Hulk! In my opinion, she's her own best defense. Since no one could possibly believe she could bulk up that huge in such a short period of time without chemical assistance, her lawyer's claim that they're for her personal use is certainly plausible."
Anchor: "Ms. Alba's trial is scheduled for early September."
E! Entertainment interview of Jessica Alba from prison, July 2011
Samantha: "Tonight on E! we bring you my exclusive interview with former movie star turned bodybuildeer Jessica Alba. Currently serving out her ten year sentence in the Attica, NY state prison, she could be released as early as 2015 for good behavior. But has she been behaving? Let's find out. We warn you, though, what you're about to see and hear is quite explicit and not suitable for anyone under the age of 18."
Outdoor shot of the Attica prison, pans to Samantha standing next to the front guard house.
Samatha: "Inside these walls is one of Hollywood's most tragic falls from grace: Jessica Alba. The 30 year-old, 5'6" brunette beauty had a promising careeer with movies, television and modeling before becoming obsessed with fitness and bodybuilding, eventually leading to her downfall due to a steroid distribution conviction. Let's go inside and visit with her."
Shot of Jessica pumping iron in the prison's gym. She's bench-pressing, the bar is loaded with seven 100lb plates on each side. Her pectorals and triceps are pumped up so huge they strain her prison uniform top. Her spotter is counting reps: "eight... nine... ten... come on, one more baby... eleven... come on, you can do it... twelve!" Jessica racks the weight and sits up on the bench, reaches for her water bottle and takes a quick drink from it. She alternately stretches and flexes her pecs, a pair of huge slabs of female muscle. She then leans back down on the bench for another set.
Shot of Jessica sitting at a table in one of the jail's attorney-client meeting rooms. Samantha sits across from Jessica.
Samantha: "How are you, Jessica? What's like been like for you in prison this past year?"
Jessica: "I'm doing very well, believe it or not. I'm treated with respect by the other inmates and guards, they keep me well-fed and let me pursue my bodybuilding to the extent the prison's schedule allows."
Samantha: "Might that respect really be fear? Jessica, you're bigger than anyone in this prison -- women as well as men -- by at least 100lbs of muscle mass."
Jessica, smiling: "It may be. But I haven't done anything to take advatage of my size to get special treatment, or to hurt anyone. I have a lot of friends here, and many people that want to help me with my bodybuilding."
Samantha: "Do you think it's ironic that you're in prison largely due to your obsession with bodybuilding?"
Jessica: "I was made an example of, Sam. I never gave or sold a single steroid to anyone, what they found in my home was purely for my personal use. I mean look at how much muscle mass I put on between my first figure contest and winning the Ms. Olympia. Nobody could have been so naive to think that I won without taking huge amounts of steroids."
Samantha: "Something that you continued after your win."
Jessica: "Oh yeah, and in fact I was doubling, even quadrupling the amount of steroids I was taking in. My body drank them up, and used the massive amounts of protein I was feeding it to build my muscles faster and bigger than even I had ever dreamed. I couldn't get enough of them and their effects on my body."
Samantha: "You gained... 75 pounds, I believe, in the nine months between winning the Ms. Olympia and getting arrested, is that correct?"
Jessica: "Yes."
Samantha: "And you continue to pursue bodybuilding here in prison."
Jessica: "What else am I going to do in here? They let us work out in the prison gym for three hours a day, so I always take advantage of that... and then when I'm back in my cell I work out just about non-stop til lights out. I do one- and two-hand chinups of all styles, thousands and thousands of pushups, dips and ab work."
Samantha: "You look a lot bigger than when you were arrested."
Jessica: "I am. The last time I had a physical, I weighed 305lbs."
Samantha: "Are you still taking steroids?"
Jessica, winking: "No comment."
Samantha: "We've spoken with some other inmates, and they've told us on condition of anonymity that you're being injected three times a day, and given at least a dozen oral steroids with your meals each day, and that they're all extremely hardcore steroids."
Jessica: "People like to say lots of things, maybe they're just jealous at how huge my muscles have become."
Jessica: "Jessica, come on... you've gotten so huge that your muscles are stretching your prison uniform to the point of shredding it."
Jessica: "You mean like this?" Jessica raises her right arm and flexes her bicep hard, causing the upper sleeve of her shirt to rip. Her bicep peak rises through the tear making it larger. She does the same with her left bicep's sleeve. She then places her hands on her hips and spreads her lats out so wide that her shirt rips down her back. She casually removes her shredded uniform top and tosses it on the table in front of her. Every muscle in her body is insanely huge. She raises her arms again and does a double-bicep flex. "These babies are 29 inches and still growing." She stands up, moves away from the table a few steps, and rips off her prison uniform pants. Clad only in her underwear, she flexes her massive quads for the camera. "Ever see 46 inch quads? Now you have, but not for long, because they're going to be much bigger by the time I get out." Jessica then raises her arms, and grinds out a most-muscular pose. Her entire upper body turns into a wall of bulging, striated, vein-covered muscle mass. Her traps nearly touch her ears, he shoulders are the size of bowling balls, her pectorals flex so big they touch her chin, and her arms are simply enormous. Her ten-pack abs stick out at least two inches, they're so huge. She performs this flex a few more times, grunting louder each time, then returns to her seat. She looks flushed.
Samantha: "That was... incredible... are you alright, Jessica?"
Jessica: "Yes, I just... I tend to orgasm every time I start posing and showing off my muscles..."
Samantha: "Much of your obsession with building your body has been attributed to the fact that you're so sexually aroused by your muscles and being so strong."
Jessica: "It usually only takes a few minutes of flexing and feeling my muscles to get me to the point of orgasm, yes. The bigger I've gotten, the more turned on I get looking at and feeling my muscles. I also tend to orgasm when I set a new personal best on a lift."
Samantha: "We've heard some reports that say you've taken to having your muscles worshipped by other female bodybuilders and fitness girls during conjugal visits."
Jessica: "I make no apologies for enjoying my body's musclebound sexuality or sharing it with those I find attractive and stimulating. Cash and I broke up a long time ago, his ego couldn't take that I was so much bigger and stronger than he was, and that was about 150 pounds of muscle ago. I won't deny that I love being a woman with such massive muscles, or that I love other women with muscle."
Samantha: "You're still one of the most beautiful women on the planet, if someone didn't see your body, they'd never guess you'd taken such large amounts of steroids. I've also heard that the only side-effect you've ever gotten from your steroid use has been an increase in the size of your clitoris."
Jessica: "Haha yes, it's true... I'd love to know who told you that, though, they're going to get a talking-to."
Samantha: "Care to tell us the extent of that size? Pun intended."
Jessica: "When I'm really really turned on, it grows to over three inches long and an inch thick. I love having it sucked during sex."
Samantha: "The world has never seen anyone -- female or male -- build their muscles and strength as quickly and as big as you, Jessica. Just how big do you think you want to grow? Will you ever be big enough? Strong enough?"
Jessica: "I want to pack on as much muscle as my body can hold, and then maybe a few pounds past that. I want to be able to lift more weight than any man or woman ever has. I'm still young, and my muscles are still growing, and nothing's going to stop me."
Samantha: "Doing whatever it takes to get there?"
Jessica: "Whatever it takes."
Shot of Jessica bicep curling a barbell in a squat rack. The bar has six 100lb plates on each side. She's curling it with ease, her enormous biceps pumping bigger with each rep. After the twelfth rep she racks the bar, then flexes her right bicep, feeling it with he left hand. She pauses for a moment, then lifts her bicep up a bit, leans close to it and gives it a sensual lick. She then turns and smiles at the camera, winking.
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Author's Note: The Joanne here is based on a girl of the same name I work with. She's got a killer body, but of course not quite as killer as you'll soon read. She'd make a great bodybuilder, though, if only... :)
Joanne Builds Some Abs
BY onlymysoul
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"Wow!" Sheila exclaimed, seeing her co-worker Joanne on her first day back after a month's vacation. "You look great, honey!"
The 5'5" classically-Irish 26 year-old with long, curly black hair and pale skin grinned and gave a little twirl, showing Sheila her new-and-improved body. She was wearing a skin-tight burgundy long-sleeved top and some tight jeans with a silver-studded black leather belt. Sheila admired her friend's incredibly-fit body that, over the past month, seemed to have suddenly gotten a hell of a lot more fit. Joanne's waist, already quite narrow at 24 inches, displayed a visibly-bulging ten-pack down the front of her tight shirt. Her pectoral muscles pushed her D-cup breasts high on her chest, her wide melon-sized shoulders negating the need for shoulder pads of any kind, and very well-muscled biceps, triceps and forearms bulged everywhere, significantly stretching the fabric of her top and threatening to rip it apart should she chance a flex. Her lats and back were much wider and thicker than Sheila had ever remembered them being. Her thighs looked like they would rip her jeans if she flexed them. Although the rest of her body was absolutely stunning, Sheila couldn't take her eyes off Joanne's abs.
She gently placed her hand on Joanne's midsection, feeling the protruding abdominals through the tight shirt. "Girl, they are rock hard!" she gasped. Joanne smiled and said, "oh yeah? feel this!" She then crunched down hard, and her abs flexed outward a full two inches and became a ten-pack of steel tennis ball-sized muscles.
"Holy shit! How did you get them so big? I've never seen... or felt... abs so... so... BIG!" Her hands pressed against Joanne's abs trying to indent them, but they were just too impossibly hard. She was feeling them maybe a bit too long when she composed herself and stopped, instead just standing there and staring as Joanne flexed them again and again, pumping them up even bigger. She could tell Joanne loved her abs a lot.
Indeed, her abs were Joanne's pride and joy, and up until a month ago she had trained them harder than most professional bodybuilders. Endless crunches, hanging knee-raises, decline bench crunches with weights, machine crunches... she did it all, every other day, brutally punishing them every workout to force them to grow big and hard. Up until a month ago, they were a sight to behold, but now they were freakishly big and hard.
"Well, let's just say I got a little help from some friends," she winked.
One Month Ago...
"497... 498... 499... 500!" Joanne grunted, finishing her last decline bench situp holding a 15lb weight plate. She got off the bench, put the weight down and wiped the sweat from her brow with her towel. While she drank from her water bottle, she noticed one of the gym's bigger female bodybuilders on a nearby treadmill exercising and watching her. She smiled and gave a little wave, and the bodybuilder smiled back and nodded. Joanne had seen her in the gym before that night, a tall blonde who was packed with muscle all over her body, a true heavyweight bodybuilder. She looked about Joanne's age, too, which made Joanne wonder briefly if she could ever attain such size.
As Joanne cooled off, the bodybuilder finished her running on the treadmill and walked over to her.
"Hi, I'm Kristi," she said, offering her hand.
Joanne took it and shook it. "Firm grip," she observed to herself, but of course, that would be expected given the woman's incredibly muscular physique. "Joanne."
"You've got a really nice body, Joanne, great genetics for fitness or bodybuilding," Kristi noticed. "I've been watching you for the past few months, you've made some nice gains."
Joanne blushed. She'd been lifting weights off-and-on for the past five years, but it was only during the past six months that she'd decided to get serious about adding more muscle to her body. She was already a hard, fit 125lbs (and had added ten of those over the past six months), but wanted some bigger muscles -- she loved the muscle she had already on her body, and figured more would be better. "Well, I do lift a lot, I love how it makes me feel... and look..." she looked down at her right bicep and gave it a slow, hard flex.
Kristi reached over and put her hand gently on the baseball-sized peaked muscle that appeared on Joanne's upper arm. She seemed to leave it there a few moments past the point of casual discovery and well into admiration and desire. Joanne held the flex and looked up, meeting Kristi's eyes.
"Very, very nice, hun," Kristi said softly. She then removed her hand from the hard muscle and stepped closer to Joanne. "I can help you, you know," she whispered to Joanne.
Joanne gave Kristi a "hmm?" look, cocking her head a bit.
"Follow me."
She followed Kristi into the ladies' locker room to a far corner where Kristi's locker was. She unlocked and opened it and took out a bag of bottles, boxes and needles. Joanne gasped and thought, "oh my god, she's going to hook me up with steroids!"
After her initial shock, Joanne started to get aroused at the thought of using steroids to quickly pack muscle size and strength on her body. She had the genetics, she had an incredible desire and discipline... this stuff could really push her body to its limits and beyond! She blushed and felt hot all over her body as she ached to start juicing as soon as possible. Kristi noticed the reaction immediately, and smiled.
"Looks like someone wants to juice up her body," she said. Joanne could only nod slowly. "I've been juicing for a couple years now, this is excess stock from my supplier. I'll keep you hooked up if you do me a little favor."
Joanne couldn't believe this -- was she getting steroids for free? She wondered what Kristi wanted from her in exchange... although she had a pretty good idea. Joanne stepped into Kristi's arms and pressed her fit body against Kristi's incredibly muscular one. Their lips met and soon tongues were dueling frantically while probing hands caressed powerful legs, arms, backs and abs.
The powerful bodybuilder broke their passionate kiss to whisper softly into Joanne's ear, "I know how much you love your abs, baby, I love them too." She gently ran her hands up and down Joanne's rock-hard six-pack as Joanne flexed them hard for her. "But I want you to build them into the biggest, strongest set of abs you can imagine... and build them into an eight-pack... then a ten-pack..." They were both breathing very heavy now. "And then, build them even bigger... and stronger..." Kristi got on her knees and started kissing and licking Joanne's hard stomach. "And let me lick them... run my hands over them... any time I want."
As Kristi's tongue licked around Joanne's lower pair of abs, Joanne couldn't take it anymore -- she pulled her sweat shorts down, almost ripped her panties from her waist and thrust her pussy at Kristi's waiting mouth. Kristi wasted no time in powerfully eating her out, her very long and very talented tongue assaulting Joanne's clit and probing deep into her pussy. Joanne held on to Kristi's broad shoulders as she stifled the screams of orgasm and came again and again. "YES," she sighed heavily, "I will build up my abs huge for you! As big as you want! BIGGER! BIGGER!" She was nearly in tears as orgasm after orgasm wracked her body, then fell to her knees in exhaustion. Kristi took Joanne into her arms and held her close, kissing her softly and running her hands through Joanne's long black hair.
"Yes, that's my little muscle girl... yes..."
A Week Later...
Joanne filled the syringe to the top with the Deca, then gritting her teeth, plunged the needle into her top left abdominal muscle. She grunted a slight scream, then pushed the plunger down 1/6th of the way. She removed the needle, then repeated the process for each of the five other abs she could discern. Her whole midsection felt like it was on fire beneath her skin, but she endured the pain and got the other steroids she'd gotten from Kristi. She popped some Anavar, Winstrol and Primobolan tablets according to the dosages Kristi had recommended. Washing them down with a protein shake, she looked at her body in the mirror. She smiled at what she saw: a very fit V-shaped torso with defined arms, wide shoulders, even some pectoral muscles, and of course, a decent six-pack abs. She did a double-bicep flex and admired the hard peaks that she'd built. Although she loved her biceps, it was her abs that she was determined to bulk up, and not just to please Kristi -- she wanted to please herself even more. She flexed them as hard as she could, lusting over her rock-hard six-pack of bulging muscles, running her hands up and down them. Her pussy was getting wetter by the second as she lovingly caressed her powerful abs, and soon she orgasmed hard without even touching her pussy. "God I love my muscles," she panted, breathless, "I can't wait to see how big these abs can get!"
When she got to the gym that evening, Joanne headed straight for the decline bench. She couldn't wait to see the effects of the Deca on her abs! She'd once done a set of 100 reps with a 35lb plate, but was feeling pretty good and strong that night and decided she'd start things off with a new record. Maybe two!
She grabbed a 45lb plate and maneuvered into position on the bench and started doing her crunches. After a minute she was on number 40 and still going! Her abs were screaming in pain, but she ignored it and crunched as hard as she could each rep. 50. 60. 70. She had never felt so strong! Finally at 85 she couldn't do another crunch, and put down the weight. "Oh my god they feel awesome!" she said to herself. Her abs felt like molten steel beneath her skin, she ran her hands up and down them feeling the bulges. "More, I need to train them more," she thought, and went to the seated crunch machine.
She set the weight for 150lbs and sat down. The last workout she had on this machine, she'd only done 120lbs, so surely this should be a challenge. She ground out rep after rep, finally deciding that at 50 reps, 150lbs was not enough weight. She did another 20 at 170lbs, then 15 at 190lbs, finally stopping after 10 reps at 200lbs.
"Wow, I should have started juicing a long time ago!" she said, marveling at her incredible strength gains.
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Although Kristi was busy building her own musclebound body, she took time out of her schedule to help Joanne once a week with her workouts. She loved watching her new prodigy quickly gain tremendous strength and muscle size while jacked up on the juice. Joanne's workouts were very aggressive, even scaring some of the veteran lifters with her incredible intensity. Kristi wasn't scared, though, she was turned on like she'd never been before.
They were training at the gym pretty late one Friday night, when most of the patrons had left a long time ago and just a few employees remained. Kristi spoke with the manager and offered to close the gym so he could go home early, and he agreed. By 11pm they were all alone in the gym, and it was time for some fun!
Joanne had on some tight black spandex shorts and a black sports bra, while Kristi was wearing her usual sweat shorts and sweat shirt with the sleeves cut off (or ripped off, as the case was) to display her huge arms. They'd been hanging around the hanging knee-raise station for a while, waiting for the last employee to leave, chatting it up and playfully teasing each other. When they found they were finally alone, Joanne stepped up and grabbed the hanging chains, maneuvering her arms into the straps, and started doing her knee raises. Without any attached weight, she could do this exercise for hours. In fact, when she wasn't at the gym, in her spare time she'd regularly do crunches continuously for three or four hours straight. Thousands upon thousands of crunches, and they were doing her abs good.
"I think you need a challenge tonight, baby!" Kristi grinned, and when Joanne's legs straightened, she wrapped her arms around them below the knee.
Joanne felt a tingle wash over her body as she suddenly realized what Kristi wanted her to do. Instead of the two 45lb plates she would usually have chained to her ankles for this exercise, she was going to have Kristi clinging to her legs!
She steeled herself, then with more power than even she thought she had, her abs muscled up the 180lb female bodybuilder two feet off the ground.
"YES! Go baby go!" Kristi cried out with excitement. She couldn't believe how strong Joanne had become so quickly! Five reps... then ten... then fifteen, and she was still going!
Joanne let out a sexy grunt each rep, grinding them out, ignoring the burning pain in her eight-pack, simply willing her muscles to contract, grow, and become stronger. Sweat was pouring off her body as she reached rep 20, but she kept lifting Kristi over and over. She was so turned on by her own strength, her pussy was dripping wet. She wanted Kristi to eat her out so badly, but also wanted to show her how strong she'd become.
Kristi was so turned on at being repeatedly lifted by this muscular little mega-abdominal phenom. Her face was close enough to Joanne's pussy that she could smell her getting wetter each rep. At the apex of the knee-raise, she would quicky lick at Joanne's rock-hard abs, loving the feel of them on her long, silky tongue.
The last five reps were almost painfully slow, taking up to ten seconds each for Joanne to complete, but she muscled each one up with the cheering help of Kristi until her abs completely failed at rep 37. She let go of the chains and straps and fell to the ground, a heaving, crying, sweating, orgasming body whose abs were bulging so big now she thought they would rip through her skin. Kristi sat beside her, holding her tight and kissing her gently, telling her what a good musclegirl she was. She'd never witnessed anything as intense as that in her life, it really was scary the potential this girl had.
When Joanne's tears of pain subsided, she looked into the big, soft, brown eyes of her trainer, her mentor, her lover, and embraced her tightly. Their lips met, tongues dueled, and soon she was on her back having her pussy eaten out by an expert. Joanne flexed and caressed her eight-pack abs as Kristi licked and nibbled at her soaking-wet pussy, lapping up her love juices and mercilessly attacking her clit. Her clit had grown a bit from the steroids over the past couple weeks, and was incredibly sensitive. As she orgasmed repeatedly, she lovingly rubbed her hands over her steel plated stomach and screamed out in ecstacy. She loved how big and strong her abs had become, and wanted more.
During the second half of that month she doubled her Deca injections into her abs, and their growth in size and strength just exploded. Her now ten-pack abs literally doubled in mass, carved and shaped into rock-hard balls of tightly-packed muscle with two-inch-deep channels between them. Few pro bodybuilders could boast such big, muscular abdominals, and even fewer had abs stronger than Joanne's. By the end of the fourth week she was able to do decline bench crunches with 90lbs in weight plates for 200 reps, and maxed the seated crunch machine's weight stack of 400lbs with ease. Her hanging knee raises were done with six 45lb plates chained to her ankles, or a couple friends hanging on for their lives. She'd also tripled the amount of oral steroids she was popping daily, as well as adding daily injections of Sustanon and Equipoise to her juicing routine. She lusted after more muscle growth, loving the effects the steroids were having on her body.
All of her other muscle groups also responded well to the steroids, even though her abs were her focus. She'd added two inches to her biceps, four inches on her quads, bulked up her pecs, widened her back and shoulders, and overall had packed on 23lbs of solid muscle to her growing body.
The last night before she was to return to work from her four-week vacation, she met Kristi at the gym for another private workout-and-sex session. They trained hard together, and after the last set she sexily pulled Kristi over to the decline ab bench. They were both extremely turned on by now, and Joanne wanted to end the night with something she'd been planning for weeks.
Joanne picked up a small bag and took out ten vials of Sustanon and two syringes. She looked up at Kristi lovingly and handed her five vials and one of the syringes, then pulled up her shirt.
"Inject me, baby. One per ab, you start at the bottom I'll start at the top."
Kristi gasped, but complied. Ten minutes later, her body was on fire with the massive dosage of steroids she had just injected, all into her abs. Joanne moaned, running her hands up and down her already huge abs, feeling the hard, hot muscles she had worked so hard to bulk up. She then straddled the decline bench and maneuvered into place.
"Sit on my face, musclebabe," she instructed Kristi. Kristi smiled and removed her shorts, exposing her wet pussy. She then sat down on Joanne's upper chest, with her hands on Joanne's shoulders, her pussy only a few inches from Joanne's talented tongue. Joanne gripped Kristi's rock-hard ass with both hands, pulling that delicious pussy to her mouth, and started licking... and then did something that almost made Kristi instantly cum. Her lover started doing crunches, lifting herself and the 180lb bodybuilder up with each rep! Kristi was stunned, Joanne's ab strength was nothing short of She-Hulkian! Rep after rep, Joanne's abs powered Kristi up and down, while Joanne ate her pussy.
"Oh my god, you are so strong! Unbelievable!" Kristi gasped in-between reps. She'd done 30 already, how many more could her abs possibly do?
Joanne was too busy breathing heavily and lapping Kristi's pussy to respond much, other than to blurt out one word: "MORE!" She then stopped crunching for a moment to rest. The Sustanon was working wonders, she could feel the incredible strength coursing through her abs. She felt like she could lift a car with her abs!
Kristi understood what her musclegirl wanted, and carefully reached down next to the bench and picked up a 45lb weight plate. Holding it to her chest, she smiled lovingly at Joanne, who was still busily sucking and eating her pussy. "Go, my love."
Joanne resumed her crunches, powerfully muscling up her upper body, her 180lb bodybuilder lover, plus a 45lb weight plate. Five reps, then ten, then fifteen, then she paused and said again: "MORE!" She felt stronger than she had ever felt in her life, she needed to show Kristi just how strong.
Kristi grabbed a second, third and a fourth 45lb plate, surely this would be too much for the girl! She was so close to cumming, this would undoubtedly push her over the edge.
Joanne took a deep breath, then growled and muscled up a crunch with 360lbs of bodybuilder and iron plates on her chest. She did six more, then one last one that seemed to take 30 seconds going up and then back down, and it was on the way down that Kristi screamed in pleasure, releasing a torrent of orgasm onto Joanne's face. She threw the weights down to the floor, then got off of Joanne and picked her shaking body off the bench and pulled her close. They both madly felt each other's sweaty and cum-drenched bodies, muscles flexing, chests heaving in exertion and passion. Joanne's abs were pumped up bigger than ever, as big as oranges, with deep cuts between them. Kristy caressed, licked, kissed and sucked on each amazingly powerful ab muscle, starting from the top and working her way down, then after the last ab she mercilessly tongued Joanne's pussy while Joanne tried as hard as she could to stay standing. While she was being eaten out, Joanne closed her eyes and felt up her abs, wishing them bigger and stronger... bigger and stronger... bigger... stronger...
Then she came like she never had before, and fainted from the orgasm.
"Those must have been some awesome friends!" Sheila remarked, still stunned at how huge Joanne's abs had become in the four weeks since she'd been on vacation. "Think you can hook me up with those friends some time?"
Joanne was instantly aroused by the cute 5' blonde's request. Sheila was no stranger to the gym, having a tight, lean, wiry physique. Joanne imagined what the right steroids could do for Sheila, and suddenly realized why Kristi had approached her a month ago. It was such a turn on seeing someone you care about grow bigger and stronger every day, and although Joanne had no intention of stopping her intense bodybuilding and juicing any time soon, she bet it would be pretty hot to have another training partner.
"Maybe," Joanne smiled and winked.
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October 25th, 2006 - November 2nd, 2006
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I'd love to see a new addition to any of your stories: just imaging how MASSIVE one of them could be after all this time...
Thanks! This and the others I've posted here were the last ones I wrote. Damn, almost a decade. :( I've had ideas on occasion, but they never flowed into actual stories. There are some good candidates I'd love to write about, though.
One is a receptionist at a company I work with, she's drop-dead gorgeous but overweight. Her weight has fluctuated up and down since high school, and a couple months ago she finally decided to do something about it and has lost at least 20 pounds so far. My fantasy is that she sees this progress from yoga and walking, but then tries a gym and gets hooked... and then gets BIG.
Another favorite is an IT admin I know. Dark blonde hair, amazing personality, and a real stunner. She's 6' in bare feet, used to play volleyball and basketball in high school. Has amazing legs just begging to pack on a ton of muscle, and a gorgeous ass, but has said she just isn't interested in building muscle. Until one day...
A co-worker of the IT admin is a gorgeous brunette with long wavy hair that recently got married. She has a husky, deep voice that gets me instantly hard whenever she speaks to me. She's fit in a does-aerobics-once-a-week kind of way; really nothing to write a story about as she is. Of course, I daydream that she's always avoided working out because when she was younger, she discovered she could pack on muscle with even the slightest bit of effort in the gym. That scared her, and since then she's avoided it; afraid that everyone - including now her new husband - would call her a freak. One fateful day, however, she runs into an old friend, and...
Another friend of mine played softball competitively, but knee injuries forced her to stop. During rehab she was introduced to weights, and a few months later started going to a crossfit gym. She's a big girl: not fat, but not muscular either. My hope is that the crossfit starts reaping real results and she gets hardcore about it.
There isn't a shortage of potential subjects, trust me. It's the "hook" part of the stories that I get stuck on and can't proceed further.
But hey, you never know... one of these days the collection of muscle growth story marbles rattling around in my head will align and I'll pop out something worthwhile.
Thanks again for everyone's kind words, it really is nice to know that what I've written has been enjoyed. :)
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Author's Note: Oh my, there certainly is a Liz who this is based on. I worked with her for a year before she left our company. She had an incredible pair of thick, muscular legs that she said would grow with the least bit of effort. She had some really muscular arms, too, and at her biggest (at the time) claimed to be 172 pounds with very little of it was fat. She was just a big, strong girl, not to mention drop-dead model gorgeous. I can only imagine how big her legs are now, ten years later. She's still the subject of many of my erotic thoughts to this day. For reference, she looks almost exactly like Giuliana Casalan.
Liz's Legs
by onlymysoul
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Introduction: My Legs
This is a story about my legs, obviously, and yes, I'm the Liz referenced in the title. It's also about a lot more than that, but that's where everything began for me. You may think you know me, might have seen me, or heard about me... and you might be right. Most of the conversations are as I remember them, though I've forgotten some details as the years have passed.
The basics: I'm tall (5'8" barefoot), an Italian/Latino mutt, a natural brunette (shoulder-length, mostly-straight hair), big brown eyes, very full bee-stung lips, and ever since I can remember, a pair of really big, strong and muscular legs.
Even as a little kid, they were much bigger and more muscular than my girlfriends' legs. As I grew older, they grew bigger, and I simply accepted this as how my legs were going to look. I'd never done anything to particularly foster their growth; never lifted weights, spent hours on a stairmaster, or attended a step aerobics class. They were naturally big, and that was okay with me. I liked them well enough, I guess you could say I was just indifferent about them for the most part.
In high school, when I started to get asked out on dates by the guys, my legs would inevitably come up in conversation. Sometimes he'd bring it up ("how'd you get such big legs?" or he'd just steal glances every time he thought I wasn't looking, and I'd have to break the ice myself, "they're quite big, aren't they?" This usually made the guy cringe and change the subject, but occasionally one would ask me to flex them for him. "Wow," was the usual response. I didn't date a lot, but they seemed to remember my legs the most if they were interested in me at all.
Chapter 1: College and the Start of Something Big
My attitude about my legs changed significantly in college. My freshman year roommate Michelle was attending courtesy of a basketball scholarship, and spent a couple hours a day on the practice court as well as in the university gym. One afternoon on her way out, she suggested that I come with her to work out, it might be fun. "Besides, with those big, strong legs you'd fit right in!" she grinned.
At the gym locker room I changed into my sweat shorts and tank top and followed Michelle into the weight room. Machines and mirrors and weights and people of all sizes! Michelle left me to go hit the elliptical machine for an hour, so I was on my own. I didn't have a clue what to do, and obviously at least one person noticed.
"Can I help you?" a perky voice from behind me inquired. I turned around to find a short, blonde, smiling, "Hi! My Name Is Tina!" gym assistant.
"Well, Tina, this is my first time here so I'm not really sure what to do..."
Her eyes went from my eyes to my legs then back to my eyes, as her smile faltered a bit. "You're kidding, right? With legs like those?"
"Yep, they're naturally big," I admitted.
"Well, are you interested in losing weight, building muscle, or what?"
I wasn't overweight, really, maybe just "not really fit" I supposed, discounting my legs of course. I'd heard the phrase "muscle weighs more than fat" and also had read that the more muscle you have, the more fat you burn naturally. I glanced over at Michelle panting furiously on her elliptical and decided that was not for me. "Let's build some muscle," I shrugged.
"Great!" Tina squeaked. Really, she did. I was scared. "We should probably start you out on a full-body workout to get you used to the movements first," she explained.
For the next hour, I did things I'd never done before: bicep curls, tricep pushdowns, shoulder shrugs, lat pulldowns, seated rows, bench presses, dips, cable crossovers, squats, leg curls, leg extensions, calf raises, and on and on and on. By the end of the hour I was drenched in sweat, my muscles were all hot and tight, and I was completely exhausted. Even so, I'd particularly enjoyed the leg lifts that Tina showed me. I wasn't straining hardly at all with the weights she was making me "get used to", but I didn't want to say anything to make her squeak at me.
"Don't worry, it gets easier each time!" Tina squeeked at me as I was leaving. "Come back in a couple days, your body needs rest -- and remember, eat lots of protein to feed your muscles!"
And with that, my introduction to lifting weights was complete.
Two days later I was back in the gym again, still sore from the other day but willing to give it another go. Tina again helped me, and we did the same circuit again, but this time I asked her to give me more weight to use on my legs.
"Are you sure? They're already pretty big, maybe you should just work your upper body harder to make yourself more symmetrical. They really do overpower the rest of your body."
I'd never thought about being symmetrical before, and although it sounded like something I probably should be doing, I chose to press the issue. "Well, I'd just like to see how strong my legs are, let's add more weight, ok?"
She relented, and we commenced the leg portion of my workout. From the last workout, we knew to start me at 300lbs. After the third set of leg presses, each time with more weight (she'd add a big plate to each side of the machine every set), Tina informed me that I was leg-pressing almost 500lbs.
"It still doesn't seem like much of a challenge," I said honestly. "Add a couple more plates to each side please."
She did so, and now at 700lbs I was starting to feel a warm tightening in my thighs. I did a set of 10, then asked for more weight.
"You're kidding... damn, Liz, I've never seen anyone as strong as you that hadn't already been lifting weights for years!"
As it turned out, 800lbs seemed to be a challenging weight for me, I was only able to do 8 reps. Looks like I had a goal for next time! As I climbed out of the machine, I collapsed onto the floor in a heap as my legs gave way from under me.
"Whoa! Careful there, you have to get off that machine slowly, your legs just got one hell of a workout, honey!"
I made a note to strangle Tina later, but until then worked on simply being able to stand up once again. My legs felt heavy, tight, and... "Oh my... I think they're bigger!" I said, flexing my quads and looking at the noticably bigger muscles.
"Yes, that's what happens when you do more than a few sets, your muscles get a good pump and are temporarily bigger," Tina explained.
I have to admit, I liked seeing them bigger than they were when I walked into the gym half an hour earlier. I smiled and flexed them a couple more times before we continued on with the circuit, and some upper-body exercises. My mind wasn't on them, though, it was on my legs. Why was I suddenly so fascinated with my legs? What was it about lifting weights to make them bigger that excited me? I wasn't sure, but I planned on finding out.
That night, as we sat in the lounge of our dorm room, I told Michelle about this afternoon's experience on the leg press machine, and asked her what she thought about it.
"Well, you do have some amazing legs, that's for sure," she said, admiring them as I flexed a couple times. "I don't think I've ever seen anyone with bigger legs, except for bodybuilders."
I looked up from my own admiration of my legs, "bodybuilders?"
"Yeah, you know, people who lift weights purely to build big muscles... you've never heard of bodybuilding before?"
"Well... yeah I guess, but I never thought..."
"...that you have some great genetics for building muscle, at least leg muscle?" she asked, laughing.
As I flexed my thighs some more, I ran my hands slowly up and down them, feeling the hard, thick muscles. "Do you think so?"
"I'd say you like them, too," she said, coming over to sit next to me on the couch. We were the only ones in the dorm room that night, our other two roommates had gone to a football game and weren't due back for hours. The door was closed, and, well, I'm not sure what I was thinking would happen but I'm sure you're thinking about it!
Michelle placed her hand on my left thigh and caressed it as I flexed for her. I'd never shown my legs off for another girl before, and it was... stimulating... my pussy started to get wet as the touch of her hand sent tingles through my body. Neither of us said anything, we just sat there for a moment -- me flexing, her feeling -- then we looked into each other's eyes and drew closer.
"Do you like my muscles?" I asked softly. She nodded, continuing to caress them as I flexed, moving even closer to me. Our lips met, and we kissed slowly, carefully at first, and then her caresses became gropes as she couldn't seem to feel enough of my quads to satisfy her. Her kiss became more passionate, probing my lips with her tongue, and it wasn't long before I let her tongue into my mouth to meet mine. As our tongues dueled and her hand probed every inch of my thighs, her other hand pulled me tight to her body, pressing our breasts together. She broke the kiss momentarily, and said, "god I love your thighs, Liz! Flex them bigger for me!" I flexed as hard as I could, this time feeling them with my own hand as well as letting her feel them. We were both worshipping my big, strong legs, and it was... erotic!
Just then we heard someone putting their key in the dorm lounge door, so we quickly disembraced and sat back on the couch, pretending like we were watching TV. Stephanie, our third roommate, was back early from the game with a headache. She greeted us then went into her room and closed the door to go to bed. As we sat quietly and waited for Stephanie to fall asleep, Michelle put her hand back on my thigh, leaned over and whispered into my ear, "I think you should see just how big you can build those legs of yours, Liz... don't they turn you on when you feel the muscle?" I have to admit, it did. Or, at least, the thought of them turning someone else on, turned me on. It was then that I decided I would indeed see how big they could get.
Chapter 2: Measuring Up
My third trip to the gym started out a little different than the prior two. Tina and I formalized our trainer-trainee relationship with a membership fee, and she took me to her little office on the second floor of the gym. Well, it wasn't really HER office, as much as it was for trainers to talk privately with their clients. I noticed a scale, a clipboard and a tape measure were on her desk, and had a pretty good idea what was going to come next.
"Today we're going to take your measurements, height and weight, and start a log of your workouts so we can chart your progress," she explained.
My height hadn't changed since high school, I was still 5'8" barefoot. When I stepped on the scale, it was Tina's turn to be a little surprised. "Wow, 135, you're a heavy one," she blurted out. I gave her a quizzical look, at which point she elaborated. "Sorry, I mean for your height you're heavier than you look, must be all that muscle in your legs." Probably was.
Next up were my measurements. We did the standard three: bustline, waistline, hips. Since I know you're curious, I stretched the tape to 34-28-38. I wore a B-cup at the time, in case you were wondering. I thought we were done, but then she said, "make a muscle."
"What?"
"Flex your right bicep for me, Liz. Like this," she said, flexing her own right bicep to show me. A little lemon-sized muscle popped up on her arm. She held it for a second as a tingle went through my body. I don't think she noticed my tingle, but I'd definitely just noticed that I was turned on by her bicep muscle. I did my best to reproduce her flex, and she wrapped the tape around my little muscle. "Okay, biceps are 10 and 1/8th inches." We measured my shoulder and back width next (not that there was a lot of it), then it was on to the lower body.
"We'll start on your calves, flex your right calf for me, like this," she demonstrated. I managed to approximate her flex pretty well. "Nice, 13 inches." She removed the tape, then began to wrap it around my right thigh. My pussy instantly got wet as she touched my quad. Good lord, and up until last night with Michelle I'd thought I was heterosexual! Oh well, whatever turns you on...
"Okay, give me a good flex, Liz!" she squeaked. I did my best, and the tape fell out of her hands due to the muscle expansion of my thigh. "Oops!" She picked up the tape and wrapped it around my leg, then proudly announced, "wow, your quads are 22 and a half inches! Awesome!"
"Is that good?" I had no frame of reference for the number. I knew they were bigger than most women's thighs, but that was about it.
"Yes, actually, it's very good -- if you like muscle, I mean." She got up off the floor and put the tape measure away, then started to make some notes on her clipboard.
"Oh, I definitely do, and that's actually something I wanted to talk to you about. I'd like to start... bodybuilding."
She looked up from her clipboard at me curiously. "Well, you certainly have the legs for bodybuilding, but like I said before, you'd need to bring the rest of your body in line with them if you ever wanted to compete."
I'd anticipated this response. "I don't have any plans to compete, I just want to lift like a bodybuilder... you know, to build muscle size, not necessarily strength, although I like being really strong in my legs too."
She nodded. "I think I understand. Well, I'll help you with whatever you want, it's up to you. If you want to train like a bodybuilder, I'll train you like a bodybuilder!" She grinned, and glanced down at my legs. "22 inches, wow."
"...and a half," I grinned back.
That afternoon we did another full body circuit. Tina wanted me to do a couple weeks of these until I was comfortable with each of the lifts, then we would switch to a different routine that focused on certain muscle groups on certain days. 800lbs was still a challenging weight for me on the leg press machine, and I was able to lift a little more this time on the other machines as well.
And this time, I was able to stand on my own after my leg presses.
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Chapter 3: A Routine
Two weeks passed, and by this time I was using the machines like I'd been there for years. Tina had also started me on some supplements: protein shakes, Creatine, L-Glutamine, and Amino Acids.
"Remember to eat well, too, you can't rely on just supplements to build muscle," Tina had explained. She put me on a high-protein diet, eating six times a day.
"Won't I get fat eating all the time?" I wondered, a bit skeptical of all this food.
"Nope, trust me," Tina had said, "we need to keep your muscles fueled and your metabolism up. You're only 18, you have a lot on your side!"
Oh, and she told me to stay away from any scales I might come across. My weight was not important, what was is how I looked and felt. That suited me fine, I'd always felt the same way.
Our dorm room started to look like a GNC with all the supplements and bodybuilding magazines lying around. More than once I saw Michelle thumbing through a Women's Physique World and (I think) drooling. We'd made out and felt each other up (well ok, she did most of the feeling up, I did all the flexing) a lot since that first night, but it was still our secret. She did her best to encourage me in everything I was doing. She wanted my legs to grow even more than I did!
I was hitting the gym three times a week now, with my new routine of back and biceps on Mondays, chest and triceps on Wednesdays, and legs on Fridays. Friday was obviously my favorite day, if you couldn't guess. I gave every workout all that I had, and looked forward to each and every workout, every set, every rep.
After six months my body had made some amazing, but gradual, changes. My waist was down to 26 inches, my hips to 36, and my chest had actually added three inches. Tina explained that this was most likely a combination of pec and back muscles increasing the measurement. My shoulders and back were wider, I'd added two inches to my biceps (more on them later), and an inch to my calves. I was, however, the most proud of what I'd accomplished with my quads. In six months of hard training, I'd added two and a half inches to them. I was so excited when Tina read 25 inches that I picked her up off the ground and gave her a big hug. She just laughed and looked a little nervous when I put her down, then forgot about it. Had we been alone, I'd probably have kissed her right there (ok, she was growing on me... just like my muscles were growing on me).
My lifts were up significantly as well. I was now leg pressing 1100lbs, squatting 300lbs, bench pressing 160, and one-arm bicep curling 25lbs. I loved my muscles, but also really enjoyed being able to throw heavy weights around.
It wasn't an infrequent event that I outgrew a pair of jeans or a shirt that was new a couple months ago. I was really getting into this bodybuilding, and found that more often than not, I was turned on by my own muscles. After a workout I'd come back to the dorm and pose in front of the bathroom mirror wearing my workout clothes (usually a sports bra and some short shorts). Mostly quad and leg poses, sure, but I'd started liking how my biceps were coming along. They were bigger than Tina's now, and didn't seem to show any signs of slowing down their growth. As I was doing a double-biceps pose and admiring my upper body, Michelle "happened" to wander into the bathroom behind me and closed the door.
"Keep flexing, baby," she said, reaching around from behind me and cupping each of my biceps with her hands. "Flex them for me, Liz," she whispered in my ear. Her breasts pressed into my back as she pushed her pussy against my ass. I relaxed and flexed my biceps in the double-biceps pose, loving the feel of her hands on my arms (and her tongue licking my ear). "Oh god they feel so hard, Liz, keep pumping them for me," she whispered. My pussy was dripping now. "Mmm yes, that's it, grow those biceps for me baby." I flexed with all I had, my arms were shaking like mad. She let go of my arms and turned me around to face her, moved close and embraced me, kissing me deeply. I ran my hands over her firm body, through her long, brown hair, and pushed my pussy and breasts against hers. One of her hands reached down and caressed my thigh while the other held me close. "Show me how big your quad is, muscle girl," she said softly. I flexed it hard for her, and she dropped to her knees in front of it. "Oh god it's so big!" she said, running both her hands all over my leg. She then started to lick it from my knee to my hip, slowly, up and down, and then... up... and into my pussy once she'd removed my shorts.
Only a woman really knows how to eat out another woman (sorry guys), and Michelle was an expert at eating pussy. In-between orgasms she would tell me how much she loved my growing body, and encouraged -- no, begged -- me to get bigger for her.
"You seemed to really like my biceps tonight," I commented after we'd finished making love and were lying on my bed in each other's arms. I flexed my right bicep and admired my little muscle. Well, not too little, since it WAS growing.
"Oh, I do, girl, I do... sooo hot... I still love your thighs the best, but who knows... maybe you can do with your arms what you did with your legs, and grow them huge too!"
"So you like both?"
"Absolutely! I love big muscles on girls, always have," she said. The rest of the conversation centered around her telling me her lifelong obsession with female muscle, even though she had zero genetics for it herself. She didn't mind, though, she was perfectly happy worshipping the muscular bodies of other girls. And I, of course, was perfectly happy to let her.
That night did get me to thinking that perhaps Tina was right those six months ago, in saying that I should make sure I don't let my legs overpower my upper body. Probably a bit too late for that, but I resolved that night to start working my upper body more.
Chapter 4: Not Big Enough
A year had now passed, and I was still growing bigger and getting stronger.
I'd concentrated more on my upper body during the last six months, and my lifts showed it. I was benching 240, one-arm bicep curling 45lbs, and could do sets of chins and dips with a 45lb plate hanging from a belt on my waist. My legs, of course, continued to dominate in strength, I was leg pressing 1400lbs for reps every workout.
My measurements were now 39-26-34, still adding more back and chest muscle mass and firming my butt. My waist was now a delicious six-pack of rock-hard abs which I took every opportunity to show off via halter tops. I'd added another inch and a half to my biceps, bringing them to a little over 13 and a half, plus they were becoming really peaked. It looked like someone had stuffed a baseball in my arms when I flexed, I loved it! My shoulders and back were noticably wider now, it looked like I had shoulderpads on even when I didn't. My calves were up to 15 inches, and my thighs... were huge. I'd added another two inches to them over the last six months, bringing them to a whopping 27. No jeans fit me at all, I had to wear baggy sweats or parachute pants all the time, and sometimes even those weren't enough. You could still see my quads flex and bulge the fabric. Awesome.
Michelle and I had managed to score a dorm room together during our sophomore year, and this was a single-room dorm so we didn't need to worry about dorm-mates dropping by unexpectedly. Although we were pretty sure people knew that we were lovers, it was best to keep a low profile about it anyway.
One night after we'd made love and were cuddling in each other's arms talking softly about this and that, she asked me, "so Liz, just how big do you want to get? You seem to pack on muscle just by looking at a weight, especially in your legs, how far do you want to take it?"
I thought about it for a minute. I hadn't set any particular goals as far as how big or how strong I wanted to be, I just loved to lift heavy and see the results over time in my bigger muscles. And oh my god, did I love these muscles. I loved lifting, posing, having them felt up and licked by Michelle, loved licking them myself (the ones I could reach with my tongue, anyway), and caressing them every chance I got. I loved walking around campus in a sleeveless top and some shorts, showing the world the muscular body that I'd built over the past year. I guess I figured that if I loved my body this big after a year, that I'd love it even more after another year, and so on. So I answered, honestly, "as far as I can, 'Chelle. I love bodybuilding, I love being so strong, and I love having big muscles."
She grinned and nodded, "I know you do, and I love them just as much as you do!" She gave my bicep a little squeeze, and I flexed it for her. "So you want to keep growing bigger and bigger?"
"Sure, the more muscle the better, I'd think. Why?"
"Well," she said seductively, "I just want to you know that I will love you no matter how massively muscular and powerful you become. In fact, I'll love you more the bigger and stronger you grow. I want to see you take your body beyond big, beyond huge." She never failed to get seriously horny when she spoke like that, and was soon all over me -- licking, caressing every muscle with a passion.
I moaned as I gave in to her ministrations, "mmm yes, I want to grow bigger... much bigger... so fucking big... oh yes fuck me 'Chelle, fuck me!"
Her fingers and strap-on did their magic as always, and just as I was about to orgasm for the tenth time that night, I screamed, "I WANT TO BE FUCKING HUGE!!" and had the biggest cum of my life. That was no lie, either. I was determined to grow bigger and stronger than I had ever dreamed possible, and I was going to take Michelle with me to enjoy every pound and inch of muscle that I packed onto my body.
Chapter 5: Drugs are GOOD, mmmkay?
The next day was a gym day, and I met Tina bright and early in her office before my workout was scheduled to start. I closed the door to her little office and sat down in the chair in front of her desk.
"Tina honey," I started, "we need to talk about my body."
Her eyes brightened immediately and she smiled, almost laughing, "Oh? One of my favorite subjects! And yours, I assume."
"Oh yes..." I said, winking. We hadn't had the kind of relationship that Michelle and I had been enjoying, but we flirted a lot. I think Tina was afraid of me, actually. "Basically, I love what you've done for me -- and my body -- and I wanted your advice on taking things to the next level."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I'd like to see what we can change about my program to make me grow bigger and stronger even more quickly than I have been."
She looked shocked. "B-b-but, you've grown so quickly over the past year, in both size AND strength, I mean, you are a genetic goddess, blessed with an amazing ability to pack on muscle size and power, I would be happy with that!"
"Well, I am, but..."
"But what? Liz, are you asking me what I think you're asking me?"
"Yes."
"Oh, honey," she said, shaking her head sadly, "honey, no, steroids are not a good thing... oh... no, that's not good... who... what gave you that idea that you wanted to start doing steroids?"
"Well, it's simple: I want to grow, and not just a little. I want to be... how shall I put it... fucking HUGE," I growled.
"You're aware of the side-effects of steroids, aren't you?" She then started to read me a laundry list of the usual Bad Things That Steroids Do, but I stopped her.
"Tina, look... I'm going to go down this road whether you help me or not, because it's what I want. You said you'd help me to do whatever I want with my body, and I want to grow my body bigger and stronger than either of us can imagine. I've seen some of the guys here, they're definitely juicing and I want in on it. Are you going to help me or not?"
She sat back in her chair pondering for a moment, silent, before she answered.
"Okay. Okay, yes. I'll work with... someone... and he and I will get you the stuff and work out a cycle for you. I'll even show you how and where to inject." She was reluctant, but I sensed she'd had this conversation a few times before. "This isn't always a good road to go down, you know."
"I know the risks, Tina. I want it."
We went through my usual workout that day, and while I was cooling off on a stationary bike, Tina spoke with one of the male trainers, a definite hardcore bodybuilder. By the time I was done with my biking, she had a shopping list and a cycle program all worked out. I was to bring cash with me to the gym next Monday and she'd sell me what I needed.
Tina and the bodybuilder guy put me on a 12-week cycle of Sustanon, Deca Durabolin, Anavar, Winstrol, Primobolan and HGH. It wasn't cheap, but I had money and had nothing else I cared to spend it on except my growing muscles. The Sustanon, Deca and the HGH were injectables, the rest were orals. Tina gave me my first shots of both (I already knew how to swallow pills) that same day before my workout. Maybe it was just psychological, but that day I had the best back and biceps workout of my life. I did three sets of chins with a 45lb plate on my belt, bicep-curled 50lb dumbells, did seated rows with 240lbs and one-arm rows with 90lbs. I was feeling GOOD.
When I got back to my dorm room that afternoon, Michelle was waiting for me as usual (she loved my sweaty, pumped-up body after my workouts). I hadn't told her anything about my steroid endeavor yet, but now I had no choice. She was going to notice. And, little did she know, she was going to help.
"'Chelle?"
"Yes love?" she looked up from her Business Law 201 book and smiled at me.
"'Chelle, we have to talk..."
"Uh oh," she said, sitting up and looking serious. "Nothing bad, I hope...?"
"Well, we'll see... umm... you know how much I love you, right? And how much I love bodybuilding?"
"Of course!" she laughed, then got off her bed and came over to me, putting her hands around my neck. "And I love you AND your bodybuilding too!" She gave me a quick peck on the lips. "So what's up my muscle bunny honey?"
God I loved her. I was praying inside that she wouldn't be mad at me when I told her. I mean, saying "I want to see you grow huge" when we're making love could have just been role-playing, and maybe she didn't mean it... though I suspect she really did... but still... oh I don't know, I'll just blurt it out.
"I've started taking steroids."
Michelle then managed to do exactly what I didn't expect. She slowly released her hands from around my neck and took my gym bag from my shoulder and placed it on her bed. She slowly knelt before me, and while looking right into my eyes, carefully pulled my gym shorts down to my ankles, followed by my panties, then proceeded to lick my pussy for the next hour.
That was all the encouragement I needed.
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Chapter 6: Huge
Over the next 12 weeks, Michelle kept a meticulous schedule for my cycle, making sure I took my orals and was injected when I was supposed to be. She monitored my food and other supplement intake, and even injected me herself (she said it was safer if she did it, though I think it just turned her on to inject muscle-building juice into my body).
It was a good thing that I had a minimal class load, so that I could devote every waking hour to building my body. When I wasn't eating, sleeping, at the mall buying new clothes because I kept outgrowing my old ones, or making love with Michelle, I was pumping iron like a madwoman while juiced to the gills on the best steroids money could buy me.
I can honestly say that I absolutely love steroids and what they can do. They're definitely not for everyone, but I couldn't get enough of their effects on my body. My genetics seemed to be pre-disposed to accepting all the benefits of taking steroids with only a few minor side-effects. My voice deepened a little and got slightly raspy, but Michelle and I thought it just sounded sultry and sexy. The other side-effects were obviously a vastly-increased libido, and an enlarged clitoris. Mine was not much more than a little nub before I started juicing, but after 12 weeks it was over an inch long, and Michelle sucked and nibbled at it incessantly, making me cum harder than I ever had before in my life. We made love at least twice a day, every day, I was so damn horny all the time it wasn't funny (actually it was sexy as hell), and she was only too happy to oblige.
So like I said, I was pumping iron like a madwoman. Every week I got bigger, more muscular, more pumped up, and of course, stronger than I could have ever imagined. By the end of my cycle, I was lifting more than all but a couple of the hardcore male bodybuilders in the gym, and was almost as big. My workouts were unbelievably intense, as I pushed myself way beyond my breaking point every time. On more than one occasion I would end up collapsed on or next to the machine or bench I was using, completely exhausted and in tears from the pain, but a few minutes later I'd pick myself up and grind out another set. I had never been so focused on a single goal in all of my life: to become as massively muscular and powerful as possible, and then some. I wanted to be freakishly huge, like a comic book heroine, and nothing would stand in my way.
I happened to step on a scale before I started my cycle, and had made a note that I was 152lbs. Not a bad gain starting from 135: 17 pounds of muscle in a year, that was damn good. Twelve weeks of steroids had packed on a lot more than that, for by the end I was up to 178lbs. I had packed on an average of over two pounds of solid muscle mass each week, I was simply ecstatic! The best week was the lucky seventh, when I added six pounds in six days. The night I saw that number on the scale, Michelle had to say uncle during our lovemaking, I was so ravenous for her.
That was also the week that I started squeezing into tight-fitting shirts and pants that used to be baggy on my body. Michelle would sit at the edge of her bed and watch as I flexed my biceps or quads as hard as I could, inevitably ripping the garment. That used to turn us both on to no end. Sometimes I'd do it by myself; put on a really old and tight shirt and watch as my bicep peak ripped through the sleeve while I masturbated furiously. The bigger I became, the hornier I was for my own body. My muscles were so sexy and hot looking, I was constantly flexing and feeling them for my own pleasure.
My strength was astounding. I was one-arm bicep curling 75lbs, doing chins and dips with three 45lb plates on my waist, benching 320lbs, and could leg press more than the machine can hold, which is 1800lbs. I had a couple girls from the gym hang onto the moving part while I did leg presses, had to be well over one ton. I could leg-extend 340lbs, calf-raise the rack plus Tina sitting on my ass and clinging to me for dear life. I was one-arm rowing 160lb dumbells, seated rowing 400lbs. I was fucking strong, and I fucking loved it!
All of my muscles responded to the steroids better than I'd ever imagined. My biceps exploded to almost seventeen inches, it was like they'd stay the same size they'd get after a pump, and not un-pump. They were as big as grapefruits, awesomely peaked, and solid as granite. My triceps were rock-solid horseshoes of muscle, my traps were doing a very good job of trying to reach my ears. My abs were a steel-plated washboard eight-pack. My back and chest thickened in mass noticably, my shoulders ballooned in size and width -- over twice as wide as my waist. When I did a lat spread I almost thought I could fly, my back was so wide. My calves were a bit over 17 inches, and my quads were just immense. They now stretched the tape to just past 31 inches, and they didn't seem to want to stop growing (and I didn't seem to want them to stop).
My pecs really grew a lot during that first cycle, they were now such big slabs of female muscle beef that when I flexed them, I could lick the top of them with my tongue. During the last week of my cycle, I was finishing a set on the pec deck with 280lbs, got off the seat and walked up to the nearest mirror, did a most-muscular pose and yelled, "I AM FUCKING HUGE!" The gym went silent for a moment as everyone stopped and stared at my body. I loved every second of it, and milked each flex for all I had as I posed for them. God I turned myself on.
Once my cycle was done I wanted to start another one right away, but Tina and some of the male bodybuilders at the gym told me that I should wait at least six months before doing another one. In the meantime, I should eat, sleep and pump iron as hard as I could, to keep the mass that I'd added. So I did!
Michelle was constant source of inspiration and encouragement during my entire cycle (as well as before and after, of course). I think it was around the eighth week of my cycle, when one night that I'd been away from the gym for three or four hours I was pacing the dorm room, restless. She looked up from studying her Economics and suggested that we go have a late-night workout at the gym.
I'd had keys to the gym for a few months now, since Tina didn't mind me using it whenever I wanted, but still rarely worked out when it wasn't officially open. Tonight it was different, though: I had 'Chelle with me!
We got to the gym around 11pm, and I let us in, careful to lock the door behind us so nobody would disturb us.
"What do you feel like doing?" she asked, grinning and bouncing around the machines. She was wearing a sexy white halter top and some tight denim shorts, looking very hot. I had on a sleeveless shirt that exposed my abs, barely covering my breasts, and some sweat shorts that were stretched pretty tight over the tops of my quads.
"You," I said, stalking her like a muscled-up panther girl. She did manage to elude me, but mostly because in my stalking I'd found the exercise that I wanted to do that night: chinups.
I love chinups! Wide-grip overhand, close-grip underhand, the grip where your thumbs point towards your head (like hammer-curls), they're all my favorites. I stopped by one of the chinup stations and jumped up, caught the grips, and started doing some wide-grip overhand chins. Michelle watched, giddy, and counted for me. At 20, she asked if she could join me.
"Go ahead, use one of the other ones next to me," I said, as I started rep 21.
"No no, I mean... JOIN you..." she said, at which point she walked over and stood in front of me. When I got to the bottom of rep 22, she said softly, "change your grip to underhand, love." After I did as instructed, she carefully wrapped her hands around my neck and her legs around my waist and said, "go."
I understood. I proceeded to pull both our bodies up, looking deep into her eyes, our noses almost touching. She held tight with her left hand and placed her right hand on my bulging right bicep to feel it as it muscled-up both of us. "Yesssss..." she sighed, closing her eyes. She was warm, and I could smell her pussy, I knew she was very very wet right now. She was about 135lbs, the same as I was before I started bodybuilding, and I'd regularly done chinups with that same weight in barbell plates, but this was definitely more erotic. 24... 25... 26... she nibbled my ear and kissed my cheek while I lifted, and switched her hands so she could caress and feel my immense left bicep as it worked. 27... 28... 29... 30... she was breathing hard, I was (of course) breathing even harder... "oh god I love your body Liz!" At 31 she screamed and orgasmed, tightening the grip of her legs and her arms around me very hard, and at 32 reps I knew I was about to cum.
At the top of 32, I just hung there at the top feeling her vibrate and shudder against me as wave after wave hit her, then I slowly (about 30 seconds) lowered us both down, my biceps screaming in pain, pumped up bigger than I had ever seen them before, my pussy spasming with orgasms. When I reached the bottom of the rep, I let go and carried Michelle to a bench. As she sat and tried to recover, I removed the rest of my clothing and posed for her, showing her what a year and a half of intense bodybuilding plus 12 weeks of muscle-building steroids had done for me. She stared and ooh'd and aah'd, fingering her pussy and clit as she watched me flex. I wanted to have some of that delicious, sexy pussy too.
I walked over to her and had her stand up, remove her pants, and spread her legs.
"What are you doing?" she laughed.
"I want you to fuck my biceps," I said, seriously. I saw her visibly shudder, then recompose herself. She nodded an "ok."
I knelt behind her, perpendicular to her, and reached between her legs with my right arm, so that she was straddling my bicep. I then touched my unflexed bicep to her pussy and asked her if she was ready.
"Yes... please..." she said. She was shaking.
I clenched my fist and slowly flexed my bicep, pushing up into her crotch. I held the flex there for a few seconds, then popped my bicep up and down against her pussy. With my left hand I was attending to my enlarged and quite sensitive clitty.
"OH MY GOD," she screamed, "I'm fucking your bicep! Or is your bicep fucking me...?" she wondered, but I doubt cared. She ground her pussy against my muscle, soaking it with 'Chelle cum. It only took a couple minutes of flexing and moaning before she came a mighty orgasm. She turned around, tried to push me onto my back (I say tried, because there was no way she could push or move my rock-solid body unless I wanted... which I did, of course). I understood, and leaned back, and she started devouring my clit and pussy. She came up for air every few seconds to tell me how much she loved my muscles, that I was her muscle goddess, her sexy she-hulk.
That was the first of many nights we'd spend in the gym lifting (well, I would lift her mostly) and making love.
Chapter 7: Recreational Bodybuilder Babe
I've recently seen the phrase "recreational bodybuilder" tossed around, and I suppose that's what I was back then and still am to this day. I was never interested in competing in powerlifting or bodybuilding contests; I'd always done it just for my own pleasure and that of Michelle or anyone else who appreciated my body.
Michelle and I grew closer every day we spent together, and after college bought a house together and have been lovers and partners ever since. We even own and run our own gym now, which definitely has its advantages. I love her more than words can say, she has always been my rock and my inspiration. As it turned out, I did a little inspiring of my own over the years, and she decided to start bodybuilding soon after we had graduated college. She became quite serious about it, and... well... that's another story.
I continued pumping iron quite intensely during my remaining college years, and by the time I graduated I was tipping the scales at 265lbs. My first steroid cycle was certainly not my last, I did six more 12-week cycles by the time I graduated. At 5'8" and 265lbs with over 21" biceps, I was about as big as I could possibly get, and the law of diminishing returns with the juice had definitely kicked in for me. My last cycle only netted me 15lbs of muscle, and wasn't worth any additional risks to my health. I've been clean ever since, but of course still follow a strict regimen of legal (and safe) supplements and protein shakes. I absolutely do not regret doing steroids, they produced the body I have to this day, and I love every muscular inch of it. (Usually a few times a day, too!) My strength and size have both ebbed a bit since I no longer juice, but I'm still bigger and stronger than 95% of the women AND men at my gym.
The biggest, most massive my muscles ever became was a couple weeks after my seventh hardcore steroid cycle. Each cycle would be more intense, with not only more steroids taken each day, but more anabolic ones. It was scary just how much I was injecting and taking orally, but I didn't care, I was so hellbent on growing as huge as possible. My biceps reached 21.5", my pecs were the size of volleyballs, I had cannonballs for shoulders, my traps were close to touching my ears, and my back was just packed with huge, thick slabs of muscle. When I did a lat spread, they were actually wider than my shoulders, and so incredibly thick. My waist was a third of the width of my lat spread, and so tight and rock-solid, a 10-pack of steel orange-sized muscles.
Oh, and lest I forget: my legs. The biggest my quads ever got was just over 42 inches. While I was on my seventh cycle, in addition to casually leg-pressing 3200lbs for sets, I was squatting over 1500lbs, and doing over 1000lbs on the leg extension machine. I've been told more than a few times that I quite possibly had the biggest and strongest pair of female legs on the planet, and that thought never fails to turn me on. I still train them as hard as I can, but they've apparently decided that they're as big and strong as they're going to get.
Not that I'm disappointed, mind you, because I've always had really big, strong and muscular legs. And I love them.
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October 2nd, 2006 - October 13th, 2006
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Very hot story. My favorite part was actually everything up until she started juicing, since my fantasy preference is for girls who are naturally gifted to grow muscle. The "huge" part of the story was pretty good as well though, and I like to imagine her getting enormous without the usual awful effects of steroids. K+
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Author's Note: A hot muscle-growth story about a friend of mine. Amazingly gorgeous, looks like Rachel McLish. Oh the fantasies I've had of her (and Rachel too!). Everything here is true, except of course everything that happens after she comes over. Shucks. :)
Marni
My cell-phone rang at 1:10 that afternoon; it was her, as expected. My friend Marni had called earlier that morning seeking technical support with her PC -- something about Word not opening, I wasn't paying too much attention during our conversation because her voice is so... stimulating. God, she could work for a pay line... but I digress.
"I'll be there in five minutes," she estimated. I'd arranged to meet her at a client I happened to be at for my weekly scheduled support visit. Definitely not a shortage of hot and fit women at this place, including the receptionist. Long black hair, pale skin; a sweet Irish lass with a hot body that I can tell has regularly seen the inside of a real gym. Today she was wearing a tight brown mid-sleeved shirt, covering her biceps but not quite hiding the bulges.
"Sounds good, I'll meet you outside." I hung up and waited outside for her. While more than five minutes rambled by, I thought back to when we used to work together. She'd always been seriously into fitness, and used to hit the gym quite regularly. She was noticably muscular all over - arms, legs, a tiny, tiny waist, with nice abs. Since we'd known each other, we'd had a couple conversations about bodybuilding and lifting, and she once claimed to regularly bicep-curl 45lb dumbells. I recall almost having a traffic accident at the time. I hoped she hadn't let herself go, she was quite a hottie when I last saw her. Unfortunately I know what family life can do to a hottie.
A minute later her black truck drove up and parked next to my car. She got out and smiled, gave me a hug, saying "it's so good to see you!" Oh my god did she look delicious... tan body, sexy rose-colored sunglasses, and her hair was longer and had really gorgeous blonde highlights. I made a point of touching her hair and commenting how great it looked. She was wearing some jeans shorts and a beige tank top; it was everything I could do not to stare at her body. She didn't have big breasts, a B-cup at most, but that wasn't what I was interested in. Her quads were defined, just as firm-looking and muscular as I remembered. Her arms sinewy and muscular, definite biceps there.
As she explained what was wrong with the PC, she opened the back gate of the truck and lifted the PC out. Nice biceps, I thought to myself. As she handed it to me, I told her, "you look like you've been hitting the gym a lot, you look really great."
She blushed and looked away for a moment, "well, you know me, I love to work out and keep fit... it's tough with two kids, ya know, but I'm trying as hard as I can."
"Well whatever you're doing, keep it up -- it's working!"
"Thanks!" she looked at me and smiled, oh I almost melted right there. "Well I'd better get to work, call me later and tell me what you find."
I nodded, and we hugged again, maybe a little tighter and maybe a little longer than was appropriate, but I couldn't help it... I wanted to hold that strong, firm body against mine as long as I could. Without getting slapped, of course.
That night I checked out her PC, and of course checked to see if there were any nice pictures of her. No dice, at least nothing that didn't have her and her kids or husband, with her fully-clothed. How depressing. Anyway, no spyware, no viruses, did some Windows Updates, etc. Nothing unusual, but yep -- Word just hung on start. Sounds like an uninstall/reinstall to me. So I wrote up the Customer Service Report sheet and put down two hours.
I called her around 6 that evening to let her know that the PC was ready. I explained that I hadn't really found anything wrong, but that she'd have to dig up that old Office 2000 CD to do the reinstall.
"Oh thank you so much, I was so afraid there would be a virus or something on it!" she squealed. God I was horny for her, I couldn't help stroking my cock while we talked. "When can I pick it up?"
"Any time works for me," I thoughtfully accomodated.
"How about tonight? I can come over now, I just finished dinner and the boys are with their father in the park."
"Sounds great!" I then gave her directions, as she'd never been to my house before.
One hour later...
My doorbell rang, and upon answering it I received my third hug of the day, maybe a little longer than the last one at that. Could she tell I had a hard-on already? Maybe.
"Wow, nice place!" she commented as I closed the door and she walked upstairs. I loved the way her muscular calves and hamstrings flexed as she climbed the steps. "Do I get a tour?" she giggled.
"Sure, let's start downstairs first," I said, motioning back to the stairs. I showed her the only really interesting thing on the lower level: my home theater. That got a lot of nice comments out of her as she checked out my huge TV, massive DVD collection and impressively-displayed movie posters.
Then it was back upstairs, again not much to show except the master bedroom with sliding glass doors out to a deck and the computer/study/exercise room. I have a Bowflex Xtreme, and she giggled as she ran right over to it and sat down. "Can I try?" she asked, reaching behind her and grabbing the hand straps as the machine was set for bench presses.
"Sure, let me set a weight for you. Let's see how strong you are," I suggested. I set the rods for a 50 on each side, then gave the go-ahead. She pressed the weight in perfect form, slow and steady.
After ten reps, she wanted more. "Can you add more weight? I'm feeling REALLY strong tonight for some reason!" I was only too happy to oblidge. I added a 30lb rod to each side, 160lbs now.
She struggled a little bit, but continued to press forward and then let the weight come back towards her slow and steady. "Mmmm, god I love the pump in my pecs and triceps when I do this exercise," she cooed. She was starting to sweat a little (still had on that great outfit from earlier, so everywhere I looked there was straining muscle in her arms). "More!" she exclaimed, grinning.
"You really HAVE been hitting the weights, haven't you?" I asked, replacing the 30's with 50's then a pair of 10's. 220lbs now.
"Yep, I try to go to the gym four or five times a week," she explained as she started to press the weight. "I LOVE lifting weights, it really turns me on to pump iron and see my muscles flex," she said, licking her lips. "How much is this?"
"Oh, I'm not telling..." I teased. "How much can you bench press at the gym?"
"Well..." (grunt) "the last time I saw how much" (growl) "I could max out with, I did 200."
"Very nice," said, watching her shoulders and triceps as they became very pumped and vascular from all the exertion. 200 for a girl who weighed about 125lbs of solid muscle wasn't too shabby at all.
After eight reps, she still wanted more. "God I feel so STRONG tonight, and this is getting me a great pump!" she said, flexing her pecs and feeling them with her hands. "I've never seen them so big! Let's see if I can break my record, up the weight again."
I took off the 10's and added the two 30's back on. 260lbs!
She got a determined look on her face, then pressed with all her strength. "ONE!" she growled, "TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIIIIIIVE" and then she couldn't do any more. "Wow, how much weight was that?"
I grinned and told her.
"Oh my god! I didn't know I was so strong!" she said, flexing and admiring her right tricep while she ran her left hand up and down it. "I really love the pump, god my muscles feel so sexy and hard," she said.
"Want to try bicep curls next?" I suggested hopefully.
"Sure, why not! I LOVE my biceps," she said, hitting a hard right biceps pose for me. She looked down at her muscle and lovingly kissed it. "I wish my biceps were bigger, though... I mean, a LOT bigger." She flexed her bicep over and over, trying to pump it bigger. After the fifth flex, she slowly licked it with her long, sexy tongue as she looked at me. God she was hot!
I had her stand up so I could remove the seat, then adjusted the machine so that she could do low cable curls (imagine standing bicep curls, except using cables on a machine). "How much do you want to start with?"
"Well let's start at 40's."
I set the weight as she asked, and she started curling. Those sinewy muscular arms sprang to striated, vascular life as she curled the weight over and over. Ten reps and her forearms and biceps were starting to show a nice pump.
"More!"
I replaced the 30's and 10's with a 50 on each side, and she finished the set.
"MORE! God this feels good, I love these machines."
I added the 30 back, bringing the total to 80 each side. "This is 80 pounds, don't hurt yourself," I half-seriously warned her.
She just smiled and started curling. On the second or third, she looked down at her biceps and watched as the muscle rose up her arm into a nice little peak, then elongated back down as she lowered the weight. Almost painfully slow, she curled the weight again and again.
"More." This was not a request.
I added two 10's on each side, she couldn't possibly...
"OH YES" she said, straining hard but nevertheless curling the weights up. Her arms shook and she was sweating profusely, but she did six reps before she couldn't do any more. She put the hand straps down and then flexed her right bicep, again running her left hand over the muscle, feeling how hard and big it had gotten from the pump. "What do you think, not bad, huh?"
"That was 100lbs!" I exclaimed.
"Mmmm, that felt sooooo goooooooood," she oozed, "I LOVE getting stronger!" She did a double-biceps pose and grinned at me. "And BIGGER, I don't think my arms have ever been this pumped before!"
I couldn't resist, I reached out and felt her deceptively-strong bicep and agreed, that yes, that wasn't bad at all.
"Can I work my quads? I love working these babies," she said, flexing her thighs and admiring the cut musculature. Each head was clearly visible, especially her outer thigh which bulged at least an inch outwards at her knee. They looked strong.
"Sure, give me a minute to set up the machine." I put the seat back on, then the leg extension attachment, and set the cables. "How much do you do at the gym?"
"About 200lbs," she said matter-of-factly. I put 300lbs on it for the hell of it.
"Have a seat," I offered, and she sat down, maneuvering her legs into position, hooking her feet under the pads. She put her hands on her thighs and started extending her legs, feeling her hard, muscular quads as they flexed and lifted the weight.
"Oooh, that feels great," she said. I wasn't sure if she was talking about her legs or the machine.
Her thighs really started to get pumped up quickly as she finished the first set.
"Put all the weight on," she ordered.
"That's 410lbs," I said.
"I know."
I did as I was told, and then she started cranking out rep after rep, not stopping. She was sweating and grunting and muttering to herself as she powered up the weight over and over in one long set. The last rep was impressive: it had to have taken 20 seconds from the start to fully extended, she muscled it up like I have seen few women do. All the while she was caressing and squeezing her muscular, powerful thighs with her hands and licking her lips. She was concentrating only on her thighs, and it was turning her on like I had never seen.
She clung to me as I helped her get off the machine, her legs wobbly from the workout. She then shook them out and flexed, and flexed hard. They were visibly bigger from the pump, I was in awe.
"Oh wow, I've never seen them so big," she marveled, caressing her quads. "God they feel so awesome, feel them!" she commanded. I wasn't about to say no to that offer, so I too ran my hands over her rock-hard quads. By this time, they weren't the only things in the room that were rock-hard, and she knew it.
"You gave me a great workout... so now it's time for me to give you one."
She walked over to me and got very close... as if to hug me... and reached down to unbutton my jeans. When they hit the floor, she took my rock-hard cock out of my underwear and started stroking it. Her face was inches from mine, her lips so close... she whispered, "I know you want to fuck me baby, I've seen the way you look at my muscles. You think I never noticed when you stared at my arms or legs, hoping I would casually flex them? I knew you were watching... that's why I flexed them so I could make you hard. They make me fucking hot too, why do you think I lift weights twice a day? I love seeing them pumped, I love feeling the heavy weights in my hands... pumping... making me stronger..." She was doing the pumping right now but it wasn't weights she was using. "My husband just doesn't understand my insatiable lust to grow my muscles bigger... stronger... but you do, don't you? You want me to grow, to be fucking huge, massively muscular, my body a musclebound hulk of a girl..." She pressed her body against mine and continued to stroke my cock, faster now. "Would you like that?" she whispered to me, "Would you like me to be fucking huge?"
In the middle of a nod from me, she abruptly kissed me passionately, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth. She pressed her firm breasts against my chest and ground her pussy against my hard cock. "I want your cock baby," she said, releasing my lips from hers. "I want to suck you so bad, fill me with your cum." She lowered herself onto her knees in front of me, continuing to stroke me up and down with my cock inches from her mouth, then stopped and looked up at me. "That is what you want, right? You want me to suck your cock?"
"Oh god yes!" I couldn't believe she had to ask!
"Good, because I want you to give me a huge load of cum... feed my muscles, make them GROW!"
With that, she took my cock into her hot, wet mouth and expertly started to suck me off. She gripped my ass with her left hand and flexed her impressively-pumped up right bicep. I felt her muscular arm while she pumped it and while her mouth pumped my cock. In-between gulps of flesh, she whispered up at me, "I want more muscle... more... bigger... stronger..."
As she talked and sucked, all I could think about was her being a huge heavyweight bodybuilder, of the Colette Guimond type. It was an image of Colette that was in my head when I exploded cum inside her mouth. She hungrily swallowed each and every drop, sucking me dry.
She removed her hot, hungry mouth from my cock and stood up, licking her lips and embraced me, kissing me deeply and passionately. She stepped back and then started posing and flexing for me. "Do you like what you see?" she asked, going from double-bicep to a lat-spread, to a side-chest. "Ooh, is it getting hot in here?"
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As she flexed, I watched stunned as her muscles started to grow right before my eyes. "Oh... my god... what's happening to me?" she wondered, flexing and looking at her biceps, her quads, her abs. Her already rather tight tank-top stretched tighter and tighter as her back widened and thickened with added muscle, her shoulders ballooned into bowling ball-sized masses of power, while her already tiny 21" waist became even more defined with an incredible 10-pack of muscle. Her quads bulged obscenely from her legs, becoming massive tree-trunks of solid muscle, with her calves not far behind.
It was her biceps that she focused on, flexing them repeatedly as hard as she could, staring at the muscles, willing them to grow bigger and bigger. "GROW babies, GROW! I want to be fucking HUGE!" she yelled, and they complied. Towering peaks of bicep muscle and thick triceps adorned her once fitness-girl-quality arms, now guns that were bigger than most male heavyweight bodybuilders. When her arms seemed like they couldn't grow another inch, she reached back with both her arms and then did the most incredible most-muscular pose I had ever seen. Her entire body exploded with massive muscle, veins, striations and exuded pure sexuality. "Now THIS is more like it!"
"Wow," was all I could say, standing there dumb-founded, looking at the most muscular woman I had ever seen become that way right before my eyes.
"Wonder how strong I am NOW?" She connected the two bicep curl cable ends to a single handgrip and attached all 410lbs of power rods. She stood facing me and started curling the impossible weight with her right arm, a sexy smile on her face as she watched her enormous bicep swell. With her left hand she gently caressed her bulging bicep, feeling every inch of the hot, rock-hard muscle. "God that is so hot," she said softly. "I wish I could fuck my own muscles, they are so awesome!" After 20 reps her right bicep was noticably bigger than her left, and she had no intention of letting that situation go unresolved. Twenty curls with the left arm produced massive muscular symmetry. She flexed each bicep repeatedly, caressing them with her hands and licking them with her sexy long tongue, reveling in how peaked and powerful they were. "God I am so horny!"
She sauntered over to me, looking down at my still-hard cock, and in one powerful move ripped her jeans shorts from her body. Her sopping-wet pussy nestled between two pillars of granite muscle and under her steel-plated rack of abs looked hungry for some fucking, and that was just what she had in mind. She grabbed me by the ass and gently maneuvered my cock into her pussy. It was all I could do to just hang on, gripping her three foot-wide back and shoulders while her powerful arms pumped my cock in and out of her. Even her pussy had become muscular and strong, as it would grip my thick cock tight when I was inside her. Over and over she pumped me into her, her massive, powerful biceps pumping up bigger and bigger as she muscle-fucked me. Seeing her incredible body with all its massive muscle bulk and feeling how rock-hard her back, shoulders and arms were was just too much for me.
"I'm cumming!" I screamed. She pumped me faster and faster into her hot pussy, growling and grunting and muttering to herself.
"Need more muscle juice... give it to me... yes, cum in me baby..."
For the second time that day I released what seemed like a gallon of cum into her. Her pussy clenched around my cock as it spasmed and filled her. She then let out a scream and shuddered violently, dropping me to the floor. Her body -- sweaty, veiny and pumped to the max -- looked like it was glowing, her chest heaving up and down with deep breaths as she orgasmed. She jammed her fingers into her pussy and rubbed her clit relentlessly, pussy juice mixed with my cum streaming down her legs. She let out a yell every time she came, had to be a dozen times (but I wasn't counting, I was too busy staring).
When she had finished riding her waves of pleasure, she started flexing again for me. She ground out a slow and powerful most-muscular pose over and over again. Her traps bulged almost to her ears, her lats flaring out a foot from her body, massive muscular arms rippling with huge cannonball-sized biceps, thick sexy triceps and massive forearms. Her pecs were like soccer balls, huge slabs of striated beef pulsing with each flex. Her steel-plated abs rippled and danced as she flexed harder and harder each time, willing her body to grow even bigger. I could hear what sounded like little tears of fabric coming from her body -- it was the sound of pure, rapid muscle growth. "OH YES HERE IT COMES!!" she screamed, flexing every muscle in her body as hard as she could. Her whole body seemed to gain 200lbs of muscle in about 10 seconds, causing her to shred her tank top to pieces. Her neck disappeared as her traps overtook it, her shoulders and back widened to over four feet, her biceps and triceps exploded into huge mounds of solid steel, her thighs were each easily three times the size of her tiny rock-hard waist, and her pecs ballooned to the size of basketballs. She started orgasming again, rubbing her clit and fingering herself, then sucking on her fingers. She'd rub her cum on her biceps and lick it off, flexing the massive mountains of muscle over and over, the peaks of her biceps almost touching her fists when she flexed.
"Oh my god I love this body!" she exclaimed, running her hands all over her muscles, feeling how huge they were and loving it. "I wonder how much I weigh now?"
We checked the digital scale in my bathroom, she was 435lbs and just about all of it was rock-solid muscle. "Holy shit, I was only 125 this morning!" she said, flexing a double-biceps pose and admiring herself in the mirror. "Damn I'm hot!"
I didn't disagree.
December 16th, 2006
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Author's Note: The sequel to Joanne Builds Some Abs, we meet another co-worker or two. I actually have a lot of unfinished material about some of these girls/women, just need more inspiration to finish.
Jen the Accountant
by onlymysoul
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Fridays are casual days at the company Sheila worked for. Fridays were also payday, and she was on her way upstairs to Accounting to get this week's paycheck from the company's accountant, Jen. On the way up the stairs (Sheila always took the stairs instead of the elevator, every little bit of cardio and leg work helped keep her body tight and firm!) she met her friend Joanne the receptionist who was coming down.
"Hey, Jo! How are you? How are those huge abs of yours?" Sheila asked, hoping for a flex or two. Last year, Joanne had come back from a month-long vacation having packed on 20lbs of solid muscle, and since then seemed to be growing bigger and more muscular every week.
Joanne grinned, "bigger than ever!" She then lifted up the front of her shirt to expose her huge, ripped abs, and gave a hard crunch, causing all ten cueball-sized muscles to bulge out two inches. Sheila couldn't help but to run her hand over them.
"Hard as steel, damn!" Sheila admired her friend's muscles. "Looks like the gym is doing your body good!"
Joanne nodded, lowered her shirt front back down, then flexed her right bicep. "Check out how big my biceps are getting." A grapefruit-sized peaked muscle threatened to burst through her sleeve. Sheila stared in awe as Joanne pumped and flexed it again and again to try and make it even bigger. "I've been training them really, really hard, I love them." She looked back at Sheila, who seemed to be in a daze as she stared at Joanne's huge bicep. "Would you like to feel it?"
Sheila snapped out of her daze and nodded slowly, reaching out her hand and placing it on the top of Joanne's peaked muscle. Joanne slowly flexed her muscle a few more times, loving the firm grip of Sheila's hand on her bicep. She was getting really turned on, by both Sheila's sensuous touch as well as the sight of her muscles flexing. Although she hadn't juiced up since her incredible month of muscle growth last year, Joanne was training as hard as she could every day in the gym, and was loving the results. She was up to 165lbs of muscle now, and wanted more. "Maybe it's time to start some serious juicing again," she thought as she flexed for her sexy blonde muscle-worshipping friend. She lowered her arm as Sheila let go, and they both composed themselves.
"Guess we should get going, or we might..."
"...yeah, we'd better... get going..." Sheila agreed. She licked her lips as she looked deep into Joanne's eyes, and then they continued on their way.
As Sheila reached the top of the stairs, Joanne called out from the bottom: "hey Sheila!" Sheila stopped and turned to look down at her friend. "Take a good look at Jen when you get your check," Joanne said, then winked and continued on her way to her desk.
"That was an odd thing to say," Sheila thought, "how can I not look at her when I get my check from her?" As she continued down the hall towards Accounting and thought about it more, she did remember overhearing some of the girls in the office whispering about Jen.
Jen was 41, a little taller than Sheila at 5'4", with shoulder-length dark brown hair that she highlighted with some dark blonde streaks. She had some full B-cup breasts and a decent body, though she did look like she was getting kinda chunky lately, Sheila thought. Hard to tell with those baggy clothes she wears all the time, but she does have a sexy, sultry face; she looks every bit the part of a soccer MILF.
Sheila's coworker Julia, who daily lifted weights at the local hardcore bodybuilding gym nearby, had told the other girls that over the past four months, she had seen Jen there pumping iron for hours on end every evening, usually all by herself without a training partner, and sometimes with Joanne. She wore sunglasses and kept covered up, choosing to wear baggy sweatshirts and sweatpants, but some of the weights she was managing to lift were astounding. None of the girls had wanted to embarass Jen about it, since she obviously was trying to keep disguised for a reason, but the serious, determined look on her face while she pumped iron made them all quite curious. Joanne was keeping mum about the whole thing, and wouldn't say a word, leaving them to simply wonder. In the office, Jen didn't let on that she'd been lifting weights like crazy, but continued to act normal and wore clothes that didn't give much hint at what was underneath, though she had looked like she'd gotten a pretty fat despite her reported workouts.
As Sheila reached Jen's office, she walked in and said, "Hey Jen, I'm here for my... for... oh my, Jen!" Sheila gasped as she saw the body that Jen had built over the past four months putting some files away in a filing cabinet. Jen was wearing a light-blue tight-fitting short-sleeved sweater top and some tight-fitting jeans. Her traps and shoulders bulged high and wide, her lats flared out so much they were pushing her arms outwards. And those arms! Twin cannons of bicep, tricep and forearm muscles bulging huge. Her B-cup breasts were now riding on top of thick slabs of female pectoral muscle, beneath which Sheila could see a rock-hard eight-pack abs plating her tiny waist, less than half the width of her shoulders. Jen's jeans strained to contain her tree-trunk quads and immense calves. "You... you're HUGE, Jen!"
Jen laughed, "you noticed, did you?" She closed the file cabinet drawer and turned to face Sheila. "I thought it was about time to show off all my hard work," she said. She then power-flexed an incredible most-muscular pose that caused every muscle in her upper body to bulge huge and ripped. She was a living brick wall of solid muscle, veins popping everywhere. She ground out the pose a few more times, flexing as hard as she could. "What do you think about my new body, Sheila?" She raised her arms and did a huge double-biceps flex, flaring her lats as wide as she could, so wide that Sheila thought she just might be able to fly.
Sheila was simply stunned at all the muscle Jen had packed onto her body. "Oh my god, your body is incredible! You're bigger than Joanne is!"
Jen giggled and nodded, "240lbs of solid muscle, baby." She looked at her right bicep as she flexed it repeatedly, licking her lips in lust over her own huge muscles. She walked up to Sheila and looked her in the eyes, then slowly flexed her pumped-up huge bicep right on front of Sheila's face. The sleeve was pushed up completely to Jen's cannonball-sized shoulder by the erupting ball of solid steel muscle. "I bet I have bigger biceps than Joanne," she said softly. As Sheila stared, mouth agape, Jen flexed her mammoth 25 inch guns. "They're three inches bigger than my waist," she boasted, and proved the point by lowering her left arm to pull up her sweater, exposing the steel-plated eight-pack abs on her 22" waist. "Go ahead," she whispered, her lips close to Sheila's ear, "feel my bicep, I know you love feeling big muscles on a woman..."
There was no denying that, Sheila lusted after female muscle like nothing else. She couldn't believe how big Jen had grown in such a short period of time. Sheila and Joanne had pleasured each other on numerous occasions since Joanne had returned from vacation 20lbs of muscle bigger and stronger. Sheila made love to Joanne's muscular body, and Joanne had used her muscles to sex up Sheila. Over the months as Joanne continued to grow bigger and stronger, Sheila lusted after her rock hard body more and more. She couldn't get enough of the feel, the taste, the bulges, the firmness of Joanne's body, but now standing before her was a much more muscular, a much more massive woman than Joanne, with more muscle than Sheila had ever seen packed on a woman... or a man, for that matter! Jen was two inches shorter than Joanne, but many, many more inches wider and thicker, and Sheila didn't even want to guess at how many more pounds of muscle she was packing on that body compared to Joanne.
The fit 5' blonde placed both her hands on Jen's incredible arm -- one on the bicep, one on the tricep -- and gave it a squeeze. Hard as a rock! She let out a sigh as she caressed the pumped up muscles while Jen flexed her arm again and again for her. It was definitely a lot bigger than Joanne's bicep, and Joanne's were big already! She couldn't hold back any more, she leaned in close to Jen's bicep and kissed it sensuously, then licked it up, down, all over the huge muscle.
"Mmmm that feels good honey, keep licking my bicep, I love it..." Jen moaned, closing the door behind Sheila with her foot. "Don't forget my right bicep, I think it's even bigger," she said, relaxing her left arm and flexing up her huge right arm. Sheila attacked Jen's muscles with a flurry of kissing, licking and caressing. The smell of moist pussy permeated the air as both women were incredibly turned on now. While Sheila was administering to her right bicep, Jen leaned close and whispered into her ear, "do you want to see how big my legs are, sexy girl?" she then gave Sheila's ear a slow, sensuous lick which sent a shudder down Sheila's spine.
Sheila nodded, and watched as Jen unbuckled her belt, unsnapped and unzipped her pants, and slowly maneuvered her huge legs out of them. Sheila was astonished that the jeans hadn't burst from the sheer mass of Jen's quads and calves. They were simply enormous! And she hadn't even flexed them yet!
"Watch this!" Jen exclaimed. She then stuck her right leg out, shook the mammoth quad back and forth, then BAM flexed it as hard as she could. All three heads of her quad bulged huge and ripped, bigger than anything Sheila had seen before. "Over 38 inches of muscle, these thighs are," Jen remarked, repeating her powerful leg posing with her left leg, then alternated between them. Sheila knelt in front of Jen's massive legs and ran her hands up and down each immense quad, caressing and squeezing the muscles as Jen was more than willing to flex them over and over for her hot, sexy admirer. Jen's panties were sopping wet with pussy juice now, and she inched it closer to Sheila's face, as Sheila moved her lips closer to Jen's pussy. Jen could feel Sheila's breath on her moist mound, reached down and ripped her panties apart, exposing her gorgeous sex to Sheila's waiting mouth. Sheila reached around and gripped Jen's rock-hard ass with both hands, pulling her pussy as close as possible to her mouth and started lapping at it. Before long, Jen's clit became engorged and emerged two inches from her pussy. Sheila gasped, then sucked on it like a little cock, milking it while she fingered Jen's hot, juicy pussy.
"Oh yes, eat me baby, suck on my muscle pussy," Jen gasped. While Sheila was sucking and licking, Jen was doing some licking of her own. She was flexing her right bicep close to her mouth, kissing and licking her peaked muscle, reveling in the sexy boulder she'd built so big.
Sheila was eating Jen's pussy like a woman on a mission, and after ten minutes Jen finally couldn't take any more, stifled a scream so that no one else in the office would hear, and orgasmed a torrent of pussy juice which Sheila drank every single drop of. They collapsed on the floor in each other's arms (Sheila slowly caressing Jen's much, much bigger arms) and held each other close for a few minutes. They kissed, gently at first, but then their tongues met and passions flared as both women lusted after each other more and more. Jen's lust for her own body and Sheila's worshipping of it turned her on, and simply everything about Jen's body was all that Sheila needed to get her pussy juices flowing. After their lips parted, Jen whispered "thank you, baby, that was incredible."
Sheila grinned and licked her lips. "Your cum tasted different, I loved it! I've only tasted cum like that before when I-" and then cut herself off.
Jen leaned close and whispered, "ate Joanne's pussy?" Jen herself had spent many nights over the past four months eating Joanne's pussy and having her own pussy eaten. Joanne had helped Jen acquire her massively bulked up body, and was just as turned on by it as Jen (and now Sheila) was. A lot of Jen's desire to grow bigger was the lust for her body she inspired in herself and others.
Sheila just nodded and grinned. "But yours was more... concentrated, I guess."
"Oh, you bet your sweet tight ass it is," Jen said with a laugh.
"What do you mean?"
Jen stood up, retrieved her pants and put her massive thighs into them. When she had recomposed herself and Sheila had sat down on the chair in front of Jen's desk, she began her tale of massive muscle growth.
"Last year when Joanne got back from vacation with 20 pounds of added muscle on her body, it was an epiphany for me. One look at her muscular body and fireworks started going off in my head. I'd never been so sexually aroused in my life, let alone by the sight of a muscular girl ten years younger than me. I made every excuse I could think of to go see her and catch glimpses of her muscles as they flexed from just everyday activities, until finally I got her alone in this office and asked her how she'd gotten so muscular.
"She closed the door and slowly stripped to her bra and panties and gave me the most sexual posing routine, I was just blown away by her muscles. I couldn't help it, I attacked her and licked and caressed and kissed every muscular inch of her body, and yes, ate out her delicious pussy as you ate mine," Jen winked at Sheila. Sheila blushed, and motioned for Jen to continue. Sheila's hand had long before gone down the front of her jeans, and was rubbing her pussy as she listened to Jen's story.
Jen folded her massive arms to her chest and absentmindedly caressed each bicep with the opposite hand, continuing to explain.
"I'd never eaten a girl's pussy before, or even thought about it -- so why was I so turned on? Had to be her muscles! It was the combination of muscles and a female body that just did something for me that no man's body ever has, and certainly not my lazy, out-of-shape husband.
"Joanne told me the story of how she got so muscular so quickly, and I knew right then and there that I wanted to do the same. No, not the same, more. A LOT more!"
"Mmmmm," Sheila moaned and closed her eyes, the speed of her fingers increasing as she masturbated furiously.
"Joanne's secret to her rapid muscle growth was a mini-cycle of hardcore steroids, and those steroids are what not only makes our clits grow, but changes the taste of our cum."
"Oh god yes," Sheila moaned, as she orgasmed hard in front of Jen. "Tell me more, keep going!"
Jen loved how she could turn on this little hottie so easily, and obliged. "Well, I figured if Joanne could get such great results from a four week cycle of steroids, I was going to take it way beyond that and do a four MONTH cycle. I wanted to be massive, freakishly big, and incredibly powerful, and Joanne was going to help me."
Jen continued her story:
Four months earlier, Jen stood naked in front of her closet's full-length mirror and examined her body head to toe. She wasn't in that bad shape, really, had always been a little athletic and occasionally worked out to the morning aerobics show on TV. After her experience with Joanne in her office yesterday afternoon, though, she was determined that this was the last day she would ever look normal. She was determined to become as big as possible, and then after that grow even bigger. She was going to take her body beyond huge, to freakishly huge, bigger than even she could imagine.
Her cell phone rang, it was Joanne.
"Hey honey, are you ready to get juiced?" Joanne asked. Jen could tell she was already at the gym, due to the clanking of weight plates in the background.
"More than you can possibly know, I'll see you in a few minutes." Jen got dressed and headed out, telling her husband she'd be out with the girls for a few hours.
She got to the gym five minutes later, a hardcore bodybuilding gym that Joanne and Julia, another girl from the office, frequented daily. Joanne was waiting for her, along with a Sherman tank of a male bodybuilder, obviously the steroid supplier that Joanne had used.
They shook hands, and the supplier, Steve, asked Jen, "so, Jo says you want to get huge, eh?"
Jen nodded, "oh yes, more than anything."
"Well, I think I can help you out. This stuff ain't cheap though, I hope she told you that."
"Yes, that won't be a problem."
"Good. Listen, I'm gonna make up a cycle for you, since you want to go hardcore we'll go all out, put you on a four month cycle." He wrote on a chart on his clipboard for a while, then said, "follow me."
They went into an office in the rear of the gym, and he took a large box from one of the shelves and opened it. Inside Jen saw hundreds of syringes, vials and bottles of pills. Steve selected a few dozen of each and put them in a paper bag.
"This'll last you for the first month, come see me after it's gone and we'll see how you're doing on your cycle, make any adjustments if we need to, and get you some more gear."
Jen was ecstatic. "God I can't wait to start! How much do I owe you?" Steve told her and she wrote a check made out to cash for the amount.
Joanne and Jen then left Steve and went to the women's locker room. Joanne's locker was in a corner where nobody else was at the moment, so she thought this would be a good time to introduce Jen to her new best friends.
She spread out the first day's vials and bottles on the locker room bench. "Go get yourself a cup of water from the cooler," she instructed Jen, and while Jen went to take care of this errand, Joanne loaded up a syringe with Jen's first dose of Sustanon. When Jen returned, Joanne was ready with the syringe. "This is a great all-around mass and strength builder, and is going to be the first of many for you. Drop your pants, babe!"
Jen giggled, put her water down, and lowered her pants. She turned so that her ass was facing Joanne, and Joanne plunged the needle into it. She slowly injected the full amount into Jen, then readied the next injection. Three injections and a dozen oral steroids down the hatch, Joanne's job was halfway done.
"Now that we have you juiced up, it's time to pump some serious iron!"
Jen had gone to a gym a few times before this, but never to work out as intensely as she was about to. For the next three hours she pulled, pushed, grunted, screamed and cried her way through the most grueling workout any woman has ever been put through. Joanne showed no mercy, pushing Jen's muscles to the limit and then beyond.
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When her workout was finished, Jen was drenched with sweat, exhausted and could barely crawl to the locker room. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, but it also felt so good -- better than she had ever felt in her life. Every muscle was tingling. Joanne caught up to her in the locker room carrying half a couple of big plastic drinking cups filled with what looked like chocolate milk.
"Here, drink these," she said.
"What are they?"
"Mega-protein shakes, you're going to have to feed those muscles now that you've worked them out so hard."
Jen nodded and downed the first one in one long drink. As Joanne handed her the second, she said, "ok now after you finish this, go home and get a lot of sleep, let me know how you feel tomorrow."
The next day, Jen could barely get out of bed, her body was so sore. She slept in, waiting for her husband to leave for work, then got out of bed and looked at herself in her closet mirror. Seemed exactly the same, but felt a whole lot different! "Well, it wasn't going to happen overnight," she thought to herself.
After she got to work, Joanne stopped by her office to see how she was doing.
"I'm sore as hell!" Jen laughed. "But it feels like a good sore, anyway."
Joanne nodded, "good, good... hey, I brought some more stuff for you to get you started." She started removing the contents of the bag she'd brought: a tub of Creatine, a tub of L-Glutamine, some bottles of 6-OXO and NO2, and a huge bottle of BCAAs.
"What's all that?" Jen asked.
"It's all legal supplements to help you with your muscle building," Joanne explained. Go by the GNC later and pick up a few tubs of protein powder, I'll give you a routine for taking it and all the rest of this stuff. What you eat is just as important, so I'll help with your new diet too."
Jen cringed at the word "diet." "I hate dieting!"
Joanne laughed, "oh no, this is a lot different... you need to eat a LOT on this diet. Gotta feed those muscles, remember?" She punctuated her statement with a powerful bicep flex. Jen watched, envious, as a grapefruit-sized ball of muscle suddenly appeared on Joanne's upper arm. She reached out and put her hand on it, loving the hard, warm feel of the rock-solid muscle.
"Someday..." she thought to herself, "someday I'll have muscles even bigger than that!"
Joanne saw the look in Jen's eye and recognized it. "Yes, you will... someday." For now, though, let's take some measurements so we can chart your progress. How much did you weigh yesterday?"
Jen's weight was 135 the day before. Her biceps measured 11", her thighs 18", calves 12", waist 24", chest 32".
"Excellent, now here's your list of max weights you lifted last night. We're going to keep track of them, again to chart your progress as you work out over the next four months," Joanne explained.
Jen had bicep dumbell curled 15lbs, seated bench pressed 75lbs, did 30lbs on the pec deck, squatted 80lbs, leg pressed 220lbs, and did 6 chinups with the chinup assist machine at 80% assistance.
"Should I even ask how much you're lifting these days?" Jen asked sheepishly. She knew she would be stronger soon enough, but those numbers were so small compared to what Joanne was capable of lifting.
"Well... let's just say my workouts have been doing my body GOOD," Joanne grinned, flexing her biceps again. "They're over 16 inches now, and getting bigger every week." She pumped her bicep a few times, then unzipped and removed her pants to give Jen a good look at her powerful legs.
"Wow, they look bigger than the last time I saw them," Jen remarked as Joanne flexed her quads hard.
"I thought you didn't notice them, as you were pretty busy sucking on my pussy," Joanne said softly. "But yes, they're 24 and a half inches now, I even squatted 350 the other day."
Jen gasped, "that's over four times as much as I did last night!"
Joanne nodded. "Yes, but sooner than you think, you'll be squatting at least that much. Just wait until the steroids start kicking in!"
"Are you going to start juicing again too?" Jen asked.
"Oh yeah baby, you're not gonna be the only one bulking up around here!" Joanne grinned, flexing a big double-biceps pose for Jen. "I'm not going to go as hardcore as you, but I'd like to pack on another 20 pounds or so by the time you're done with your four month cycle."
Jen and Joanne met at the gym that night for Jen's second workout. Just as intense as the first, but Jen relished every minute of it. Every lift seemed easier than the last workout, and they were able to increase the weights significantly. She was amazed at the progress she was seeing so soon, and was determined to lift more each workout. The stronger she got, she figured, the bigger she would become.
As it would happen, Jen's body responded incredibly quickly and well to the steroids, supplements, high protein diet and intense hardcore workouts. By the end of the first month, she had lost 15lbs of fat and gained the same amount in solid muscle. Her biceps had added an inch and a half, her calves half an inch, her thighs and inch and a half, while her waist had shrunk two inches and her chest expanded two inches. She was now dumbell curling 35lbs, benching 150lbs, doing 100lbs on the pec deck, squatting 160lbs and leg pressing 340lbs. She could now do 6 chinups all by herself without any assistance.
Jen felt good, better than she ever had in her life. She loved the progress that her body was making, but wanted more, a LOT more. She arranged to buy even more steroids from Joanne's supplier, taking five times the dosages that she had taken the first month. She was also taking in over 500g of protein per day to make sure her muscles were fed properly.
As her body changed, she had to start buying some new clothes (not that she minded, of course). By the end of the first month, she was wearing 4 less sizes than before, and her clothes sure as hell fit a lot better and looked nicer on her body.
By the end of the second month, Jen's muscle growth and her strength gains started coming so rapidly it scared her sometimes. She became self-conscious about her body growing so fast, and decided that it would be best to cover up rather than to face a lot of strange questions or suspicions. From this point until the end of her four month cycle, she wore big, baggy clothes at work and even bigger, baggier sweats at the gym. Her rapid growth didn't deter her from working out, though, and in fact she grew more determined to bulk up bigger and stronger as fast as she could. She craved muscle mass, it was all she could think about every day.
At home, her life settled into a hardcore heavyweight bodybuilder's routine: she would eat a huge protein-packed meal every three hours, kept a detailed log of her steroid cycle (had them all laid out on the bathroom counter) and injected or popped orals at the same times every day, weighed and measured herself once, sometimes twice daily. Her sex drive was through the roof, and her poor unsuspecting husband finally decided to move out and took the kids with him, filing for divorce on grounds of "she's a bodybuiding maniac." Jen didn't contest the divorce, and to be honest with herself, wasn't really finding men as attractive as she once did. Now all she craved was to fuck and be fucked by muscular women, the younger the better. Joanne was a frequent overnight guest at Jen's house after their workouts, where they would spend the night exploring and making love to each other's muscular bodies.
After two months, she was surpassing Joanne in muscle mass and strength, and soon it was Jen who was the dominant one in bed, with Joanne worshipping her muscles instead of the other way around. Jen had packed over 30lbs of muscle onto her body in just two months, and if anything seemed to be growing bigger and stronger more quickly as her cycle progressed. Every day as she stepped on the scale and saw a greater number than the day before, she lusted for her own body even more. She would spend hours just flexing and posing in the mirror, or running her hands all over her body, or licking her growing mass of bicep and pectoral muscle. The bigger she got, the bigger she wanted to be. "I'll never be big enough!" she would frequently tell herself as she admired her physique.
Although Jen frequently pumped iron at the gym alone, many times Joanne would be right by her side. Although admittedly, Joanne didn't even pretend to keep up with Jen with the weights she was using or the intensity that she was displaying, she got incredibly turned on just by helping Jen by spotting her and cheering her on, encouraging her to grow bigger and stronger every workout. Occasionally, Jen's muscle lust went beyond that of anything Joanne could possibly imagine.
It was leg night, and Jen had already done ten sets of squats maxing at 750lbs, the leg press maxing at 2000lbs, calf raises with 500lbs, and was now attacking the leg extension machine. It was the heaviest of heavy duty leg extension machines, with weight selections between 10 and 500lbs, plus an extension bar to which a gym-goer could add up to ten olympic plates. No one had ever done so, of course, but Jen was determined to be the first. By this time in her nightly workout, her legs were already spent and she was exhausted, her sweatshirt and sweatpants that hid her massively-growing body were drenched in sweat, but she didn't care.
"Honey, maybe you should call it a night," Joanne suggested, watching as Jen pumped out rep after rep on her first set on the machine. The weight was set to 300lbs, her warmup weight.
Jen finished the last rep for this set, moved the pin to 400lbs, and started muscling out more reps. "No way baby, I'm taking these legs and this machine beyond what anyone has ever seen before."
She finished her second set, then moved the pin to the maximum, 500lbs.
Joanne stared as Jen's legs at first would stretch the sweatpants at the top of the lift, but now, as she pumped out reps with 500lbs on the leg extension machine, Jen's quads were stretching the material at every stage of the exercise. Six reps... then ten... was she going faster? Twenty reps... thirty... sweat pouring down Jen's face, grunting and moaning with the exertion. Finally, she stopped and got off the machine.
"Had enough, musclewoman?" Joanne joked, staring at the massively pumped-up thighs threatening to burst through Jen's sweatpants.
"Not on your life. Get me some juice, NOW. A LOT."
Joanne quickly ran to her locker and returned with vials of Equipoise and Sustanon, two syringes, and a half-gallon of protein shake. She prepared the injections while Jen downed the entire shake. Before Jen got back on the machine, she loaded four 45lb plates to the extension arm of the machine, then got on.
Jen moved her legs in place and was ready to start leg extending 680lbs. "Juice me," she ordered. "Right in my quads, half a shot each quad."
Joanne did as she instructed, half the Equipoise in each quad, and half the Sustanon. Her pussy was so wet she could smell it, and knew that Jen could too. She put the empty vials and syringes away, then while standing next to Jen, she put her hand down her panties for a moment, got her fingers nice and wet with cum, then took them out and offered them to Jen. Jen thrust her nose onto Joanne's fingers and inhaled deeply, then took both fingers into her mouth and sucked the cum off completely.
"Do it for me baby, grow! Grow those legs huge, grow them massive!" Joanne cheered as Jen powered up her first rep.
Jen groaned as the heavy weight moved up and up, locked out her knees, then slowly lowered the weight. She then started a second rep, this time a little faster. Then a third... then a fourth... faster and faster, her strength was growing... "YES this feels AWESOME!" she cried, pumping her quads bigger and bigger. Six reps now... seven... "GROW BABIES GROW!" she shouted at her thighs, and then at rep ten her sweatpants finally could take no more, and they split right down the middle of each leg, exposing the largest quads that either of them had ever seen. Joanne quickly ripped the rest of Jen's sweatpants off as Jen continued to pump the heavy weight over and over, and caressed the living steel as it bulged even more obscenely. "BIGGER! GROW BIGGER!" she yelled, approaching rep 20 now, and Joanne could almost hear the massive quads gaining in size right before her eyes. Finally, at rep 25, Jen stopped and got off the machine. Her quads had pumped up bigger than even she could have imagined, and so had her clit. It was bulging out two inches from her pussy, her cum-soaked panties leaving nothing to the imagination. Jen gasped as she tried to catch her breath as she flexed her massive quads as hard as she could in-between body-quaking orgasms. Joanne fell to her knees and worshipped the incredible legs of her lover while sucking on Jen's big clit and lapping at her pussy.
As Joanne's ministrations caused another incredible orgasm, Jen lovingly ran her hands through Joanne's long black hair. "I love what I'm becoming, I can never thank you enough, Jo."
Joanne looked up, her face covered in Jen's cum, and smiled. "I love what you're becoming too!"
It was the last workout of her four month hardcore steroid cycle, and Jen was pumped up beyond belief. Joanne had spent the evening pumping up her big legs on various pieces of equipment as Jen finished her back and biceps workout. The two were alone in the gym this late at night, which was just fine by them.
Jen's gains had exploded during this last month, adding 40lbs of solid muscle to her powerful body. As she racked the 150lb dumbells that she had been curling for her final set of the evening, she marveled at the She-Hulkian physique of hers in the mirror. She did a massive double-biceps pose, flexing and pumping up her now 21-inch guns. Lowering her arms into a most-muscular pose, her traps flared up almost to her ears, causing her neck to disappear. Her cannonball-sized shoulders and incredibly wide lats stretched out to over twice the width of her 22 inch waist. That waist was plated with a set of rock-hard eight-pack abs, still not as big or powerful as Joanne's, but incredible nevertheless. Above those abs were some of the biggest pectoral muscles ever built on a woman. As she did a lat spread, she noted that her chest measurement was now over 60 inches, made up of massive pectoral, lat and back muscle, plus a little for her breasts. Looking down towards her lower body, she flexed her massive 34 inch quads and 19 inch calves.
"You know, not so long ago, you were jealous of my being able to squat 350lbs..." Joanne said as she walked up to the quad-flexing Jen. "And now you can squat what, more than twice that?"
Jen looked lovingly at her training partner and frequent lover and nodded, smiling. "I couldn't have built this body without you, honey." They hugged, held each other very close, and ran their hands over each other's bodies. Jen had bulked up to 230lbs of solid muscle, adding over 100lbs since starting. Joanne, before this the 165lb muscular envy of Jen, was now dwarfed in every muscle group by a longshot. She couldn't get over how much mass Jen had added so quickly to her body. They kissed deeply, loving the feel of each other's muscles.
-
As they disembraced, Joanne rummaged through her gym bag for something. "I have a present for you for the end of your cycle."
"Oh? I think the body you helped me build is present enough!"
Joanne smiled and took out a vial of what Jen assumed was a steroid, with a red ribbon wrapped around it. "Happy end-of-cycle!" Joanne grinned, handing Jen the vial. As Jen unwrapped it to see what was on the label, Joanne got a huge syringe from her bag.
"Oh wow, this is Fast-Acting Pure Testosterone!" Jen exclaimed, "REALLY hardcore stuff!"
"Yes, and you're taking the whole thing right now," Joanne said, serious. She took the vial from Jen and drew the entire amount into the syringe. "Bend over, baby."
Jen lowered her sweatpants and did as she was told, wincing as she always did when the big needle plunged into her butt cheek. It seemed to take an hour for all of the juice to get injected, and once it was done she felt a rush like she'd never experienced.
Suddenly all her energy returned ten-fold, and every muscle in her body started tingling. "Oh my god, this stuff is incredible! I feel like I could lift a house!"
Joanne nodded, "yes, I was thinking about doing a whole cycle with just that someday, but I wanted to see what it did for you first."
Jen's entire body quivered as each muscle flexed and relaxed, the juice starting to take effect. "I need to lift a lot of weight, and NOW!" she shouted.
She looked at the 150lb dumbells on the rack that she'd just done a set of bicep curls with, and decided that they would be insufficient for her now. She walked down the rack to the 180lb dumbells and grabbed a pair. Joanne looked on in awe as Jen began to grind out rep after rep with the massive weights, her oversized sweatshirt straining to the ripping point with the bulges in her arms getting bigger with each curl.
Jen muscled the heavy weights up for curl after curl, doing nine reps. She racked the weights, stretched and shook out her arms, then kept walking a bit further up the line. She picked up a pair of 190lb dumbells and started curling. Two reps... four... six... then powered up a seventh. Her sweatshirt and sweatpants were drenched in sweat, her biceps were pumped at least an inch bigger than they had ever been before and still Jen wanted more. She racked the weights and grabbed the 225's.
"Come on muscle girl, you can do it!" Joanne cried as Jen muscled up her first rep.
"I am fucking strong!" Jen yelled, doing a second rep. "Nothing can stop me, I'm going to be MASSIVE!" Another rep, and the sweatshirt was starting to tear at her biceps. "FUCKING HUUUUUUUUGE!" Fourth rep, and her sweatshirt ripped at each bicep, the huge muscles bursting through. Jen dropped the weights to the ground and let out a roar, flexing the biggest double-bicep pose either of them had ever seen. The muscles flexing through the fabric, her peaks inches above the top of her shoulders, they had to be over 22 inches pumped.
Jen stared at her body in the mirror above the weight rack and pumped her biceps up over and over again, bigger and bigger they grew, like cannonballs, dripping with sweat, covered in veins and striations. After a minute of flexing and lusting after her huge biceps, Joanne got out a measuring tape to see how big Jen had gotten. She ripped the remainder of her shredded sweatshirt off to expose her massive upper body in all its musclebound glory.
Her hands were shaking as she draped the measuring tape around my huge unflexed upper arm.
"Seventeen and one quarter unflexed," she announced.
"Watch this," Jen said. She then slowly began to flex her huge bicep. Bigger and bigger it grew, the split head of the bicep peaking like a mountain.
"18... 19..." Joanne read off the inches as her bicep continued to grow before their eyes, "oh my god, 20..." her bicep almost fully flexed now, "21... 22..." now at full flex, "and one quarter inches!"
"I'm not done yet," Jen said, licking her lips. She pumped her bicep over and over, grunting with the strain, and the tape stretched even further.
When she was done, the tape read 22.75". She brought her flexed bicep to her lips and kissed it passionately, running her tongue all along the massive muscle.
"Not quite big enough!" she said, "it's time to grow BIGGER!"
Jen downed half of her jug of protein shake then grabbed the 225lb dumbells again. She curled the weights for a second set, this time for seven reps... she was getting stronger by the minute! Joanne could almost hear Jen's muscles growing now.
Jen's third set was starting to get too easy, ten reps this time. She racked the 225lb dumbells and picked up some 250lb weights.
"I am pure muscle!" Jen shouted, curling the incredibly heavy dumbells up for her first rep. "Nothing can stop me from growing massive!" Another rep. "Grow, babies, GROW HUGE!" Two more reps. Finally, she stopped at a fifth rep and racked the weights.
"Come measure me now, tell me how huge these hot muscles are, baby," Jen asked her lover. Joanne's shorts were soaked from her pussy cumming as she watched Jen curl the massive amounts of weight. As Joanne draped the measuring tape over her friend's bicep, Jen whispered in her ear, "tonight I want to fuck you with my muscles." Joanne visibly shuddered and pressed her body up against Jen's massive bulk. Jen put her unflexed arm around Joanne and held her close as they watched to see what the tape measure would say.
"24 and a half inches! Holy shit!" Joanne gasped. She then licked and kissed Jen's huge bicep while Jen picked her up and carried her into the women's locker room. Jen set Joanne down next to the scale, then stepped on.
"Wow, I'm up to 240lbs! That's some fucking awesome juice, looks like all ten pounds went straight to my biceps!"
Joanne nodded, on the verge of orgasm just from staring at Jen's massively muscled body. Jen removed her clothing and Joanne did the same, and followed Jen into the showers. They took turns soaping up each other's bodies, flexing and slowly running their hands all over their muscles.
"Here, spread your legs baby," Jen ordered. Joanne complied, and Jen knelt down and reached between Joanne's legs and pressed her unflexed bicep up against Joanne's pussy. "Now hold on." Joanne put her hands on Jen's cannonball shoulders, and then let out a yelp as she felt Jen's bicep flex upwards against her pussy as Jen lifted her off the ground with her one arm. Joanne rode Jen's flexed bicep peak for all she was worth, grinding her pussy into it, wanting to be fucked by it even though it was so big it could never fit inside her tight pussy. What it could do, though, was rub against her clit and pussy lips, and that was more than enough for Joanne.
"How does that feel baby?" Jen asked, also turned on by the strength of her single arm, being able to hold the 165lb musclegirl Joanne in the air while bicep-fucking her pussy. She rapidly flexed her bicep, pounding Joanne's pussy mercilessly, then would rotate her wrist causing the peaked head to move back and forth against Joanne's hot wet sex. This was just too much for Joanne, who started orgasming violently.
"Oh my GOD FUCK ME WITH YOUR BICEP AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs as wave upon wave of thunderous orgasm wracked her body. A tidal wave of pussy juice drenched Jen's huge bicep and down her arm. Jen gently lowered Joanne to the floor, and as soon as she was able to get on her knees, Joanne motioned for Jen to lie back. She was going to eat Jen's pussy like only a hot muscular girl knew how to.
Half an hour later, cuddling in each other's arms and thoroughly orgasmed, Joanne gave Jen a loving peck on the cheek. "I think it's time you showed that body off to the rest of the girls at work," she suggested. "I think Sheila would love how massive you've become."
"Mmmm, I bet she would," Jen agreed, licking her lips.
As Jen finished her story, Sheila was in the throes of yet another orgasm, her pants were soaked with pussy juice. "Oh my god... that's... incredible..."
Just then there was a knock on Jen's office door, and Joanne stepped in and closed the door behind her. She was carring a small paper bag, which she put down on Jen's desk in front of Sheila. As Sheila watched, Joanne's muscular 165lb body was engulfed by the massive 240lb musclebound behemoth that Jen had become. They kissed passionately as Sheila watched, masturbating even more, incredibly turned on as the two women felt each other's bodies as if they'd never be able to again. Jen flexed a massive double-biceps pose in front of Joanne, who placed both her hands on top of Jen's gigantic guns and gave them a squeeze. Jen looked over to Sheila, who was in a state of ecstacy. "I think it's time Sheila got paid, don't you think, Jo?"
Joanne nodded, and let go of her favorite muscles on Jen's hyper-muscled body and took out the contents of the bag: a big vial and syringe wrapped in a red bow.
"This is for you, Sheila," Joanne said, "we think it's time you grew some huge muscles too."
Sheila fainted.
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Author's Note: This is a second sequel of Joanne Builds Some Abs, which takes place after Jen the Accountant. It's unfinished, I got stuck at Chapter 6: Jen's Incredible Growth, but will try to finish it someday. For now, though, enjoy what I have so far! :)
Sheila's Anabolic Adventure
by onlymysoul
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Introduction:
My name is Sheila, I'm 5' tall, 105lbs, and have been into fitness ever since I can remember. Gymnastics when I was little, track and field in junior and high school, crew team in college. I was no stranger to the gym, having regularly lifted weights since junior high school. Never with the intent to bulk up like a bodybuilder, but to work my hard little body into a tight, power-packed, flexible athletic machine. Although I didn't compete in any sports after college, I still regularly went to the gym, spending a couple hours a night firming my rock-hard ass and 20" tight six-pack waist. I'd spend most of my time on the stairclimber or elliptical machine, but still did some light weight training too. Most people would consider me quite fit, muscular in a wiry sort of way: lots of definition but not much size. Still, I sometimes flexed my little lemon-sized biceps in the mirror and admired the hard peak they produced, wondering what I would look like if I were bigger.
At the office where I work, a few of the girls are seriously into hardcore bodybuilding. I don't just mean spending hours at the gym every day, they definitely do that, but I'm talking about taking tons of steroids and supplements and eating crazy amounts of protein. Not that I'm judging them on their use of steroids, of course, people can do what they want in my opinion... but personally, the idea of injecting myself or popping pills to build up my muscles was not something I'd wanted to do.
Two of my best friends, Joanne and Jen, are really hardcore. Joanne is 26, 5'5" and last I knew, was 165lbs of solid muscle and had plans to start juicing with a new super-steroid to bulk herself up even more. Her goal, at least initially, was to achieve the massive development of Jen, a 42 year old hottie MILF who packed on 100lbs of muscle in four months, ending up at a whopping 240lbs of pure female beef. Until I saw the results that both of them had received from taking steroids, I'd had no idea how beautiful a thickly-muscled female body could be. It's what turned me on to wanting to fuck women, and specifically, big muscular women. The bigger the better!
Joanne's body was very hard and tight, with the most unbelievable set of abs I have ever seen on a woman OR a man: they were like solid steel cueballs, all ten of them. I'd spend hours licking those hot, sexy abs, her tight, round, peaked 16.5" biceps, and of course, her hot sexy pussy.
Jen, on the other hand, was big EVERYWHERE. All of her muscles were so big, she looked like a real-life She-Hulk (just without the green skin pigmentation). Her 25 inch biceps were enormous, and when she flexed them for me, I orgasmed almost as a reflex. Jen's pussy was just as tight as Joanne's, tasted just about the same, but more concentrated, and when she would cum, she'd cum HARD and squirt one hell of a lot of juice out of her pussy.
Jen's incredible muscle growth transformation had shocked me into becoming a full-blown pussy eater and female muscle worshipper, and I honestly couldn't be happier. So when Jen decided to take a leave of absence from the office to bulk her body up beyond belief, I did the same. This is our story.
Chapter 1: My Desire, Discovered
As I watched, Joanne's muscular 165lb body was engulfed by the massive 240lb musclebound behemoth that Jen had become. They kissed passionately as I masturbated furiously, incredibly turned on as the two women felt each other's bodies as if they'd never be able to again. Jen flexed a massive double-biceps pose in front of Joanne, who placed both her hands on top of Jen's gigantic guns and gave them a squeeze. Jen looked over to me as wave after wave of orgasm washed over me, and said "I think it's time Sheila got paid, don't you think, Jo?"
Joanne nodded, and let go of Jen's biceps, then took out the contents of the bag she had brought into Jen's office: a big vial and syringe wrapped in a red bow.
"This is for you, Sheila," Joanne said, "we think it's time you grew some huge muscles too."
I must have fainted, because that's all I can remember.
At least, that's all I can remember from the time I must have passed out until the time I woke up on the couch in my office, with a pair of female bodybuilders standing over me.
At my feet stood the 42 year old Jen, who in four months had packed over 100lbs of solid muscle onto her body, weighing in at over 240lbs now. Kneeling beside the couch not six inches from me was 26 year old Joanne, who last year had packed on 20lbs of muscle in a single month during a muscle-building vacation, and was up to at least 165lbs. I was in love with both of them, and I had a feeling that they were in love with each other as well.
"What... what happened?" I asked, groggy.
Joanne moved closer to me, her ample breasts made more ample by thick pectoral muscles pressing against my right arm. She brushed my blonde hair out of my eyes and ran her hands gently through it. "You're okay honey, you just fainted, that's all. Would you like some water?"
I nodded, and as she went to get me a glass of water, I sat myself up on the couch. My pants were soaked with cum, I remembered being hornier and more turned on than I ever had been in my life as I listened to Jen tell me the story of how she got so incredibly musclebound, and then when Joanne came into the room and started making out with her... it was too much!
Jen was looking at me curiously, sizing me up, I thought. "What is it, Jen?"
"I was just imagining how you'd look with as much muscle on your body as I've built on mine," she said.
"I'd need a lot of help to get that big, I--" and then I remembered the real reason why I'd fainted. The vial, it was the same mega-hardcore steroid that Jen had taken and then grown almost instantly with. Suddenly I was in a panic as my lust for other women's massive muscles and my secret desire to be massive myself clashed with my conscious effort over the past 15 years of training to stay tight and lean. I was scared yet intrigued, aroused and anxious.
"You can, baby," Jen comforted me, sitting down on the couch next to me. The couch audibly creaked under her weight. She put a huge arm around my shoulders and pulled me close to her. My head rested on her thick right pectoral muscle pillow and my left hand absentmindedly went right to her right thigh and started caressing it. My god she had become so huge. I was getting wet again, and was about to ask her if I could suck on her clit again when Joanne returned with the water.
"Here you go honey," she said, offering me the glass. I took it and downed the whole glass in a few seconds.
"Feel better?" Jen asked.
I nodded.
"So what do you think?" Joanne asked, kneeling in front of me. Jen placed her left hand on Joanne's shoulder and they looked at each other and smiled.
"I... I don't know," I said honestly, "I've worked for years to make my body tight and lean and firm, maybe it won't even grow real big muscles like yours."
"You leave that to us, but you have to want it," Jen said sternly. "Do you want it, Sheila? Do you want a body like this?"
She stood up and did a massive double-biceps pose, then into a lat-spread, then finally a most-muscular pose. Quite a fitting pose for her, as she had quickly become undoubtedly one of, if not the, most muscular women on the planet.
"And like this?" Joanne said, leaning back while still on her knees, lifting up her shirt and flexing her huge eight-pack abs into twin columns of orange-sized steel balls.
Jen walked up behind Joanne and gently lifted the 165lb girl off the ground and they embraced, kissing passionately while they felt each other's muscles. In-between deep tongue kisses, Jen looked at me and said softly, "I know you're turned on by our muscles, I can smell your pussy from here."
It was true, my pussy was dripping wet and aching to be touched. I couldn't help it, the erotic muscle display in front of me was too much to resist. I shoved my hand down my pants and started fingering my pussy and clit. I moaned and said, "yes, yes I do, I love your muscles!"
"Imagine what it would be like to HAVE these muscles, then," Joanne said while she ran her hands over Jen's biceps as she pumped them bigger and bigger. "Imagine if instead of feeling someone else's massive biceps or huge quads, that you're feeling YOURS. That YOU are able to make someone cum just by flexing YOUR musclebound body for them."
My body shuddered as I orgasmed, and I moaned out a, "yes... muscles... huge muscles... mmmmm..."
"You can be huge, Sheila," Jen said as she and Joanne disembraced and sat back down on the couch next to me, a musclewoman on each side of me. Each of them started caressing my tight, firm legs, my tiny waist, my wiry arms, my firm B-cup breasts. I masturbated harder, reveling in the feel of their hands all over my hard little body.
"That's it baby," Joanne softly whispered in my right ear. "Think of yourself as huge... a musclebound babe stronger that you have ever dreamed of being..." Her tongue licked my ear and down my neck.
Jen whispered in my left ear, "Imagine flexing your muscles so big that they rip out of your clothes... imagine being able to lift hundreds, even thousands of pounds with your new muscles."
I pictured myself squatting 1000lbs, bicep curling massive weights. Another orgasm ripped through my body, and I had to stifle a scream.
"I built these ultra-muscular abs in a month," Joanne whispered, "imagine what you can do to yours..."
I removed one hand from my pussy and ran it over her steel hard stomach while I continued to fuck myself. Oh my god her abs were incredible, I wanted to lick them, make love to them... I WANTED them. I wanted them to be MY abs, on MY body! Another orgasm!
"And I packed over 100lbs of muscle onto this body in four months... and I'm still... fucking... growing..." Jen said, emphasizing her statement with a flex of her massive 25 inch left bicep right in front of my face.
I licked and kissed the bicep that was bigger than my head as I orgasmed over and over, finally unable to contain myself any more, I screamed, "I WANT HUGE MUSCLES!!!"
Chapter 2: Juicing Pussy
Jen invited me over to her house that evening for dinner, an invitation I couldn't possibly turn down. Her house was your typical splitlevel in your typical suburb. Minivan in the driveway, dog in the backyard, all that was missing was a husband and two kids -- and they'd long since fled. Her hardcore bodybuilding had caused him to divorce her and take her children from her, but she'd created a new life through bodybuilding and wasn't interested in looking back. Wilson, her black lab, probably thought his master looked different than before, but he never said anything. He loved Jen unconditionally, as only dogs can.
After giving me a tour of her home, including her basement that had been converted into an extreme hardcore gym: every wall was mirrored, and it was packed with machines, bars, benches, and weights of tremendous amounts, we sat down on the couch in her living room, watching Wilson run around the backyard chasing squirrels. We were enjoying some white wine and sitting close together, Jen and her huge muscular body was on my right. She was wearing a tight light-blue short-sleeved top that came down to just below her huge, thick pecs, and showed off her incredible set of abs. Her jeans shorts were tight on her, but lucky for them most of her enormous quads were free to bulge and flex without the danger of ripping them.
"Oh my god, who is that?" I said, pointing to a Women's Physique World magazine on Jen's coffee table. It was the top magazine of a big pile, all of them about female bodybuilding. A huge musclebound brunette graced the cover, flexing some big biceps.
"That's Tina Lockwood," Jen said.
I picked up the magazine and started flipping through it to find the article on her.
"It says here that Tina had 28" quads, 18" biceps and 18" calves at a bodyweight of 180lbs and a height of 5'6", later achieving over 30" quads and 19" biceps at 190lbs," I said, reading. "What a hot, sexy body... I would do anything to have a body like that!"
Jen grinned at me. "Anything...?"
I blushed. "Yeah, pretty much..." We stared into each other's eyes for a moment before I looked down at my lap, a little embarassed and nervous. Could Jen tell how hard I Was falling for her? I'd never been so in love with a woman before, it was confusing and erotic and exciting all at the same time.
"She is a pretty big girl, that's for sure." Jen sipped some more of her wine, and I quickly did the same.
"Yeah, but she's a shrimp compared to you!" I laughed, placing a hand on Jen's huge 25" right bicep. She obliged me a powerful flex, and I felt my pussy instantly tingle and moisten.
"Just goes to show just how much more muscle a woman can pack onto her body if she desires it enough."
I nodded. "I wonder how big Tina is today?" I checked the date of the magazine on the front cover. "This isJen is pretty old, she must be enormous now!"
Jen shrugged, causing her huge slabs of trap muscle to bunch up close to her ears. "I haven't read anything about her in years, she may have stopped bodybuilding completely... or she's in an out-of-the-way gym bulking up bigger than we could possibly imagine!"
My pussy spasmed again, and I let out a little moan.
"Women with huge muscles really turn you on, don't they, Sheila?"
I nodded, caressing Jen's huge bicep. She put down her wine and turned to face me. She was so beautiful, and yet so incredibly powerful and packed with so much muscle... it was a contradiction, but one that I loved. I moved closer to her on the couch. "I'm really starting to want big muscles on my own body. HUGE muscles!"
She wrapped her huge arms around me and gently pulled me close, and we began to kiss. My hands couldn't feel enough of her muscle-packed body, everywhere they went they were met with solid, huge muscles. Jen's left hand reached down into my pants and she started fingering my pussy. "My my, someone sure is excited... such a hot, wet pussy you have, Sheila..." she whispered.
I moaned in pleasure as her strong fingers fucked my pussy and tweaked my little clitty. "God you make me so hot, Jen..." I gasped.
"You love my muscles don't you?" she asked, in-between gentle kisses on my neck.
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"Oh Jen," I gushed, nearly in tears, "I'm completely in love with you... and your incredibly huge muscles..." I squeezed my pussy around her strong fingers trying my best to fuck them.
Jen then slowly removed her hand a bit from my pants, and unbuttoned them. I quickly maneuvered out of them as she knelt in front of me on the floor. My god, was this super-heavyweight female bodybuilder going to... to... eat my pussy? As she slowly lowered her face towards my crotch I orgasmed hard from just the anticipation. My hands gripped her powerfully huge shoulders as I braced myself for the oral onslaught of her muscle-tongue.
"Hang on baby," Jen said, reaching around and gripping my ass with both hands. She then stood up and lifted me up with her! Holding my crotch at her face, she began eating me out like a goddess. Tongue-fucking my pussy deeply and sucking on my little clit. As I held on for dear life, my 105lbs being held up to Jen's face like I Weighed as much as a feather pillow, I reached around with my right hand to hold onto her neck, freeing my left hand to explore her flexed right bicep. It was so solid and huge, five inches bigger than my waist!
"Oh my god Jen, fuck me yes fuck me!" I screamed, her tongue darting in and out of me like a jackhammer. Finally after five minutes I could take no more, and my body erupted in a dozen hard orgasms as I let out a scream.
Jen gently set me back down on the couch and licked her lips, grinning at me. Her face was covered in my pussy juice, and I stood up and began kissing and licking her face, making sure I cleaned her up nicely. "I think she liked it," Jen giggled.
"Uh huh," I said, barely able to stand, but hugging her tight. "That was beyond incredible," I panted.
Jen then gently sat me back down onto the couch to compose myself, and walked off into the kitchen. When she returned, she had my gift with her, the vial of super steroid.
"I don't know if I'm ready to start taking steroids," I said, more than a little nervous.
Jen smiled. "You won't need to baby, this is for me... and then for you."
I looked at her, puzzled. "What do you--"
"Shh... just watch..." she said, and filled a syringe with the entire contents of the vial. She then lowered her shorts a bit, enough to expose some ass cheek, and injected the full amount. I watched her smile and close her eyes as she did this, letting out a little moan of pleasure.
"Feel good?" I asked.
"Oh yes... better than you can imagine..."
Despite the obvious effects they'd had on Jen's body and the rave reviews she was giving them, I still had reservations about taking steroids. As she put the paraphernalia away, she joined me on the couch once more.
"Remember how my pussy juice tasted earlier today?"
I nodded, remembering the intensely tangy, sweet and salty taste of her cum that I'd sampled in her office just this morning.
"Do you want to grow, Sheila?" she asked sexily, running her hands over my arms and shoulders, giving my little muscles gentle squeezes. I nodded. "Do you want to grow bigger than Tina... and even bigger than me...?"
My pussy was again on the verge of a hard orgasm. "God yes, you know I do! I just..."
"You don't have to inject a single steroid, baby... all you have to do..." she began to say, then reached down and with one powerful move ripped her jeans shorts and black lace panties right off her body, exposing her deliciously wet pussy. "...is eat my pussy and drink my cum."
I visibly shuddered. "Oh, Jen!" I exclaimed, then dove at her pussy, attacking it with my tongue and lips. Her two inch long clit was fully engorged and I jerked it off like a little cock with my fingers while I tongue-fucked her pussy. I was on a mission to make this mega-muscular bodybuilder cum like she had never cum before.
"Yes Sheila, that's it... fuck my pussy... milk me... you want my pussy juice..." Jen gasped as I licked and sucked her hard.
As I was attending to her, Jen was flexing her pecs, abs and biceps, and caressing her own muscles. "Mmmm, fuck yes baby... feels so good... god I love my body..." she said. "So fucking big..."
Faster and faster I licked and sucked her. "YES Sheila, fuck my pussy with your hot mouth!" she screamed. It was then that I felt her pussy begin to spasm. She gripped my head and held me firmly against her crotch. "I'm cumming baby, drink it!! DRINK IT ALL!" she roared, and then her entire body began to shake as she started orgasming violently. I opened my mouth wide over her pussy, taking her clit inside, and was rewarded with a powerful stream of pussy juice. As Jen bucked and screamed, I drank every drop she squirted into my mouth, had to be 20 swallows worth. Finally the super pussy stream subsided, and I sat up, licking my lips and grinning. Jen was drenched in sweat and exhausted, but smiled back at me. She reached out and pulled me on top of her, where we lay cuddling for a few minutes, gently caressing each other's bodies.
Chapter 3: Beginning Results
A few hours after dinner we headed down into her basement to work out in her elaborate home gym.
"Come on baby, you can do it, just three more reps!" Jen cried, encouraging me. She had me working my biceps, doing curls with 30lb dumbells. I was on my 9th rep, and my biceps were both burning. God, I loved the feel of my muscles when they were pumped up like this! I gave it everything I had, and completed the three reps that she had demanded of me.
"Wow, that was intense," I said, shaking my arms out. "It's funny, the last time I did curls I was only able to do 20lbs for reps. I guess I'm getting stronger!"
Jen smiled. "Nothing wrong with that at all, baby. How about we work your legs next? Want to do some leg extensions?"
"Sure!"
She walked with me over to her leg extension machine and I hopped on, hooking my feet under the padded bar and gripping the handgrips on either side of the seat.
"How much was your last max?" she asked.
I thought for a moment, and then told her 120lbs. She set the weight to what I assumed was 120lbs and said, "ok baby, start extending!"
I giggled and straightened my legs, lifting the weight up. It felt a little heavier than I thought it would, but I kept at it. By the twelfth rep my legs were burning, but it felt so great I didn't want to stop!
"Can I do another set? Maybe with more weight?"
"Of course!" Jen set the machine to a higher weight, and after resting for a few seconds I started again. A hot tingling sensation coursed through my quadriceps as I muscled up the weight. It still didn't feel like enough of a challenge, though.
"This is still too easy, Jen."
"Okay, try this then." She adjusted the weight a third time and I started to lift it.
"Wow, now THIS is a challenge!" I said, and took four seconds to get the weight to the top for my first rep. I was able to complete five reps before my legs just wouldn't lift another inch. I carefully got off of the machine and stumbled a bit as my legs gave out, but luckily my musclewoman heroine was there to catch me.
"Easy baby, you just lifted a lot of weight," she said.
I looked at her curiously. "What do you mean by 'a lot'?" It was then that I saw how much the machine was set to.
"I just did leg extensions with 220lbs?!" I asked, shocked. There was no way I was almost twice as strong today as I was a couple weeks ago... especially since I hadn't been to a gym or lifted a weight in all that time! "How is that possible?!" I looked down at my quads, and was equally as shocked. "Holy shit, Jen, look at them!"
Jen and I both looked at my quads as I flexed them for us. They were noticably bigger than before I'd started lifting with Jen this morning, and a tape measure confirmed: I'd just added an inch to my quads! We measured my bicep as well, and sure enough it was half an inch bigger than the last time I'd measured.
"My god, Jen, what's happening to me?" I was starting to panic. "I haven't been working out recently, so why... why are you smiling, Jen?" I asked, pondering her odd grin.
"What do you think?" Jen smirked.
"You mean..."
Jen nodded, reached into her panties for a second, then brought out a wet finger and put it right in front of my mouth. I wrapped my lips around it and sucked, tasting her delicious juices.
"Oh! Oh, wow!" I gasped. "Your pussy juice must be some super-concentrated steroid by-product!"
"Unfortunately it has no effect on me for some reason, so I still have to inject myself with super steroids a few times a day to keep growing, but I had a theory that it might help you grow."
"How long will the effects last?" I said, flexing my slightly-larger biceps in the mirror, admiring them.
"I'm not sure... let's keep going with your workout and see!"
For the next four hours I pumped more iron harder than I ever had before. All of my lifts had gone through the roof: I was benching 150, squatting 300, and could even do chinups with a 45lb plate strapped to my waist! My sweaty body was bulging with what looked like a few pounds more muscle that I'd added just that evening, and sure enough Jen's gym scale said I was up to 110lbs.
As I flexed a double-biceps pose in the mirror, Jen walked up behind me and did the exact same pose. Her body dwarfed mine, her towering 25 inch biceps making my 10.5" biceps a mere afterthought.
"Don't worry, baby," Jen said softly, as if reading my thoughts. "This is just the beginning for you. It won't be long before you've packed on as much muscle as I have."
"And then some," I vowed.
Chapter 4: Injection Discovery
"YES!!!! YES!!!! YES!!!!!" Jen screamed at the top of her lungs as my expert tongue fucked her musclepussy. She then began to orgasm violently, her whole body shaking and bucking. I held on for dear life, drinking the massive amount of cum that she expelled every time she orgasmed. After the fifteenth mouthful I swallowed, she appeared to be done cumming.
"Damn baby," I said, licking my lips to make sure I got all of her juice inside me. "I love drinking that muscle cum of yours!"
Jen was still riding some smaller waves of pleasure as her orgasms subsided. She nodded, admiring the muscular body I'd built up over the past month. "It sure has done your body good, that's for sure."
Both naked, we sat up on her bed, moved close and began caressing each other's bodies. My muscles were still much smaller than Jen's, but I'd made incredible gains over the past month: 25 pounds of solid muscle. I was up to 130lbs on my 5' frame, still only half the size of Jen's 260lbs of muscle.
We had been spending all of our free time together pumping iron and making love, and more than a few times with Joanne as a third. I was Jen's new project, though, so I was lucky enough to receive the bulk of her attention (pun intended).
I slowly flexed my 14 inch bicep for Jen, and she sensuously kissed it while caressing it with her strong but gentle hands.
As we both admired my bicep, I wondered out loud, "your cum is so amazing, Jen... I'm bulking up like I'm taking steroids, even though I'm just drinking your pussy juice... I wonder what would happen if I started injecting it instead?"
Jen's eyes widened. "Damn, I never thought to try that!"
I nodded. "Sure, why not? It's already so concentrated with the steroids you're injecting, I bet it would make us grow even faster!"
"Hell yeah! Jen said, extremely excited. "Get a glass from the kitchen, I'll find a syringe. Meet me downstairs in the gym."
As I ran off to the kitchen, Jen got the biggest syringe she could find from her stash. A minute later we were downstairs in her basement, both still sans clothing.
Jen was buckling a weight belt to her waist when I asked her what she had in mind to milk the cum from her pussy.
"You could just masturbate some out," I said, hoping she wasn't going to go for that easy a method.
"True, but I have something more pleasurable and erotic in mind," she winked at me. She walked over to her rack of weight plates and threaded her weight belt chain through the middle hole of six of them. They were each 100lbs.
"Holy shit baby, what are you going to do with those?" I asked.
"Just some chins," she said, grinning. She slowly walked (well, more like staggered with 600lbs between her legs) over to underneath the chinning bar, then, incredibly, jumped off the ground and grabbed the bar with both hands. Her feet dangled a foot off the ground.
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I followed and stood in front of her, watching as she started doing the underhand grip chins, in awe of the sheer power in those 26 inch biceps and massively thick and wide back. We were staring into each other's eyes, her while she was chinning, and me as I started to masturbate. Just seeing her move such an incredible amount of weight was enough to get my pussy wet.
"Incredible," I said as Jen passed 20 reps. Her pussy was also quite wet now, and had started to drip into a small puddle on the floor beneath her. As she continued to chin, I moved a stepping stair in front of her and hopped on so I could reach her more easily. More accurately, it was her sopping pussy I wanted better access to! With one hand I began to masturbate her while she chinned, with the other I moved between caressing her powerful bicep and giving her thick meaty pec pillows a squeeze.
"Oh yes Sheila, that's it... fuck my pussy with your fingers..." she said, and began chinning even faster now. I finger-fucked her with all my strength, her pussy muscles claming down on my fingers like a vise. 35 chins... then 40... then 45... sweat pouring off her body as she muscled the weight up again and again. At rep 50, I jumped onto her, wrapping my free hand around her thick bull neck and my legs around her tight steel-plated waist and began sucking on her nipples and licking her pecs while still finger fucking her hard. "YES!!!" she screamed, and started chinning even faster. 60 chins... 70... at 80 we lip-locked and kissed each other hard, tongues making love in our mouths as I tried desperately to make her cum like never before.
At rep 95 her body began to shake violently and her chins slowed down... she was about to erupt!
"Come on baby, give me 100!" I cried.
Jen let out a guttural roar and complied, ever so slowly. 96... 97... 98... each rep taking 10 seconds or more to complete now... 99... and then with a scream she slowly began rep 100 as I let go of her body and dropped to the floor, quickly grabbing the glass I'd brought from the kitchen and thrusting it under her pussy.
"ONE HUNDRED!!!" she screamed, and then she just held it there at the top of the chin. Her body spasmed violently, she screamed again, and suddenly her pussy erupted in a torrent of muscle cum. It filled the glass quickly, and after the glass I used my mouth to catch the rest of it. Two full mouthfuls down the hatch!
As her cumming subsided, Jen slowly lowered herself to the ground and released the weights from her belt, then stood in front of the mirror and began posing. Her upper body was pumped up bigger than I'd ever seen!
"God damn," she said, marveling at how huge her biceps looked now. "I bet they're at least 27 inches now."
I got a tape measure and draped it over her massive gun, checking to see if she was right.
"Twenty seven and a half!" I squealed. She relaxed her flex and pulled me close and we kissed passionately.
Chapter 5:
As I sat at my desk typing on my laptop, my thoughts weren't on my work. They were on my next workout, my next mega-high-protein meal, my next pussy-eating session with Jen. I wondered how many additional pounds of weight I would be able to lift tonight, how many more reps I could muscle out, how many inches bigger and pounds heavier I could grow.
My life had taken an abrupt turn since Jen had let me drink her cum two months ago. I'd started hitting the gym every day to pump iron like a bodybuilder, I was eating and taking supplements like a bodybuilder, and god damn... if all that wasn't making me LOOK like a bodybuilder!
I glanced down at my forearms, now laced with veins and striations, watching the muscles dance as I typed. I was wearing a pink mid-sleeve shirt, the sleeves coming down just over my elbows, covering my biceps. Well, trying to, anyway! My biceps were stretching the fabric considerably... it would be time to replace this top in another week or two, I guess. Not that I was complaining! Oh my god I loved what I was becoming: how big and how strong I was getting, and how hot and sexy all this new muscle was looking on my body.
I stopped typing and looked out my office door to see if anyone was looking -- they weren't -- so I slowly flexed my right bicep close to my body. The fabric stretched nearly to the ripping point as a softball-sized bicep ballooned underneath it. Of the 50 pounds of muscle I'd packed onto my body in just two months, it seemed like 20 of that had gone straight to my biceps. They simply exploded with growth, growing from 10.5 inches to 17 inches. My rock-hard 20-inch waist had gotten even harder, and was tightly packed with an eight-pack that even impressed the queen of abs herself, Joanne. My quads had also grown rapidly, now stretching the tape to 24 inches. My shoulders and back had widened and thickened to twice the width of my waist, and my pecs were adding some serious beef every week, thick pillows of muscle beneath my B-cup breasts. I was 155lbs of hot, sexy blonde girl muscle, and believe it or not I hadn't injected a single steroid.
That's not to say I haven't taken steroids -- a LOT of steroids -- over the past two months, because oh yes, I most certainly have! Jen's steroid muscle pussy juice was having a phenomenal effect on my body, and since I'd started injecting it instead of just swallowing it, my results were coming faster than I had ever hoped.
As I flexed my right bicep slowly, feeling the huge muscle with my left hand, I closed my eyes and imagined myself pumping iron... growing bigger... stronger...
"Nice bicep," came a familiar sweet-sounding voice from my doorway. I opened my eyes and saw Joanne standing there, watching me and grinning.
"How long have you been there?"
"Long enough to know exactly what you were daydreaming of!" she smirked. She came into my office and closed the door.
My god she looked so beautiful. She was up to 280lbs of muscle, every bodypart bulging bigger every day it seemed. Her intensity in the gym was phenomenal, and as I continued to bulk up my own body, I was coming close to understanding her almost insane desire to get bigger and stronger.
"I can't help it," I admitted. "I just can't wait until my next injection of your muscle cum, I want to grow!" I did a double-biceps pose for her and she gently caressed them with her powerful hands.
"I can't wait either, you are so good at eating pussy, baby."
I beamed, she made me so happy.
"So what's up? It's not payday and I know you're not here just to feel my biceps... unfortunately..." I winked at her.
Jen paused for a moment, then sat down in the chair in front of my desk. The chair objected, not used to holding that much weight. She folded her massive arms, thick veins running all over them. She was quite imposing, if I didn't know she was also the sweetest and sexiest musclebound woman on the planet.
"Well, You know I've been doubling my dosages of the hardcore super steroids..."
"And they've been doing your body GOOD!" I exclaimed, noting her 28 inch biceps. "And the more steroids you take the more muscle I grow from injecting your muscle cum!"
Jen grinned. "Well there's going to be a lot more of that 'cumming' you way, and more concentrated than you may be able to handle."
"Oh, I'll definitely try, that's for sure! But why, what are you going to do?"
"Well, I've decided that I'm done messing around. I'm going to be taking a LOT more of these steroids, Sheila. I love being so big, so strong... and I want to see just how far I can take it. I think I can pack on a LOT more muscle. The steroids aren't the only thing that makes it easy for me to bulk up, I know my genetics and my ultra-intense desire to grow bigger are also helping me a lot. So I've decided to go all-out, 24/7 muscle-building."
"Just how big do you think you want to grow?"
"Five hundred pounds of muscle."
I gasped. "Oh my god! Jen, can your body even hold that much muscle?!"
"We're going to find out, that's for sure. I'm going to take a leave of absence and spend the next six months doing nothing but eating a ton of high-protein food, taking every legal muscle-building supplement I can lay my hands on, popping oral steroids like candy, injecting myself a dozen times a day with vials of that super steroid, and pumping iron at least 12 hours a day. Oh, and when I'm not sleeping, I'd love it if you'd eat my pussy."
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Holy cow man, your stories are fantastic. I think this series is my favorite of the bunch. I'd love to see whether Jen can reach her crazy, 500 pound goal. Thanks for sharing and I can't wait to read more!
BTW, the "Sheila" in this story is based on a real woman, and her glutes are some of the most amazing rock-hard gloves of muscle I've ever seen on non-bodybuilder. She's a tiny little thing, but regularly does yoga and squats. It's no surprised that she's the object of many a fantasy of mine. :)
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I can't believe I haven't said anything yet, but I love this story, I loved Jen and the fact that just her muscle cum is growing Sheila, I hope one day that Sheila not only grows as big as Jen, but maybe even bigger, if Jen gets to 500 pounds, I would love Sheila to get to 550 pounds, if Jen has 45 inch biceps, I would love Sheila to have 50 inch biceps. If Jen can bench 5,000 pounds, I would love to have Sheila bench 6,000 pounds! I hope you write more and continue to top yourself. k+!
Onlymysoul, you're my new favourite author.
Now, give us more - I can't just keep re-reading your old ones over and over. Well, I can, but I've already been doing that for a month.
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Thanks so much guys, I really appreciate the nice comments! Don't worry, more growth is coming eventually, I promise! I have a rough outline of the final story that brings it all together, but a lot left to write. Until then (hopefully not years), here's an excerpt from one of the chapters of the last story. Enjoy!
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Over the next month, Joanne's body drank up the quadrupled dosages of ultra-hardcore juice she had been injecting into her body, and with the help of 5000 more calories a day, she simply exploded with new muscle mass. Gaining at least one, and occasionally up to three pounds of solid muscle each and every day that month, she grew to 295 pounds of musclegirl beef densely packed onto her 5'5" frame.
Her incredible muscle growth spurt had enabled her to surpass Sheila's growth by 10 pounds, something that Sheila intended to remedy soon, she figured. The two musclegirls were inseperable at the gym, training harder than ever together as they competed to see who would be the first to reach 300lbs of pure muscle mass. And now, only a few pounds away from that goal, it looked like Joanne would win by a mile. The steroids she was taking every day were definitely working her body to its limits and then beyond, she couldn't have been more pleased.
Unfortunately for Joanne, the cost of that much juice was not an inexpensive proposition, and her savings was rapidly being depleted. She didn't mind spending money to bulk up her body, but knew that if she didn't do something quickly she wouldn't be able afford any more of this deliciously effective muscle-bulking nectar. That, she decreed, would simply not do.
To that end, she decided she needed a second source of income. She placed an ad online at one of the adult-oriented websites:
"SWF, 26, 5'5", 300lb w/9% bodyfat super-muscular hardcore juiced-up bodybuilder seeks M/F for regular oral plea$ure! Must also be into harcore juicing!"
She received a good number of negative emails, some of them quite hurtful, but she did her best to ignore them. After a week, however, she finally received her first positive response:
"Dear JoHugeMusclGrl,
Hello! I found your description intriguing, I'm an amateur bodybuilder myself (hardcore, of course, been juicing for 3 years), but I'm nowhere near as big as you are... I hope you don't mind, but you didn't mention any size requirements. Oh, speaking of size... ;-) Well, maybe I'll just let you figure out that part! Write back if you'd like to meet!
Bill"
Joanne quickly replied:
"Bill,
Hi!! Thanks so much for writing! No, I don't really care how big your body is, as long as you're into hardcore steroids I'm all yours! How about we meet at Flaherty's at 6pm on Friday? You'll be able to figure out who I am without a picture, I'm sure... ;-)
Jo"
Friday evening, dressed in a sleeveless black top and a black miniskirt with a wide leather belt, Joanne stepped into a local restaurant. The entire room went dead silent as everyone stared at the massively muscular behemoth that had just come in. She had to turn slightly to get through the door, her back and shoulders had become that wide. Her upper arms were bigger than the legs of every other woman OR man there, slightly over 30 inches, and her quads were nearly twice the size of her waist at 45 inches. Speaking of her waist, her abs were now a ten-pack of muscle, each ab the size of a baseball and as hard as steel, jutting out three inches. Her pectoral and shoulder muscles were as big as volleyballs, and her traps were now so huge they touched her ears; she had absolutely no neck to speak of. Many gasps were heard and everyone stared at this muscle goddess as she walked to a booth and sat down. Eventually most people returned to their conversations, but some continued to gawk. Joanne was used to this kind of reaction to her body, but she didn't mind -- she was very proud of the muscle she'd developed, and loved to show it off.
She wondered what her encounter would look like... was he cute? How big was he? How big was his cock? She still had cravings for cock, despite making love far more frequently to Sheila, Jen, Sheila or her assortment of battery-powered dildos at home, but men were a rare commodity these days. Most were completely turned off by her bulk, and the few that weren't were jealous.
"Can I get you something to drink?" said a young female voice, startling Joanne. She looked up at the perky, smiling waitress. She was young, perhaps late teens or early twenties, short, about 5', maybe 105lbs, a huge pair of breasts that Joanne guessed had to be at least 36 or 38D, a cute button nose, with straight brown hair that reached her chin, and incredibly cute. Joanne was instantly aroused.
"Sure, I'll take a half gallon protein shake," Joanne said, winking. Her arms were resting on the booth table and she nonchalantly tensed them, causing her 30 inch biceps, thick, meaty horseshoe-shaped triceps and rippling, huge forearms to bulge.
Stephanie looked like she was about to faint, and almost instinctually reached down and touched Joanne's bicep. "Oh my god, you're so big..." She then quickly composed herself, cleared her throat, and said, "I'm sorry, we don't have anything... like that..." Her eyes never left Joanne's massive biceps.
"That's okay, I'll just have a water with some lemon in it."
Stephanie looked up at Joanne, and stammered, "how... how did you get... so..."
Joanne lowered her voice, leaned forward closer to Stephanie and said, "so fucking musclebound?"
Stephanie just nodded.
Joanne reached out and took Stephanie's hand and placed it back on her bicep. She then slowly flexed it as hard as she could. Stephanie gasped as she felt the hot living steel beneath her hand that was Joanne's massive bicep. "Do my muscles get you hot?"
Stephanie nodded again, staring wide-eyed at the muscle she was feeling. She began to gently caress it, running her hands slowly over the huge bicep and moaning slightly.
"Give me your pen," Joanne asked. Stephanie handed it to her while still feeling and staring at Joanne's arm, and Joanne wrote down her phone number on a napkin and then returned the pen with the napkin. "Call me when you get off from work."
Stephanie regained some of her composure and nodded, releasing her sensual grip on Joanne's flexed bicep. As she walked away from the table to get Joanne's water, Joanne grinned as she saw Stephanie lick the fingers of the hand that had been caressing her bicep.
Joanne's pussy had gotten a little moist from her brief encounter with Stephanie. "God I love it when that happens," she said quietly to herself.
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Great story, shame Stephanie never got to play along.
What happens to Jen ? Who reaches 350 lbs first and 30 inch bicep ?
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Author's Note: This one had been in-progress for quite some time. Like most of my writing, it comes in spurts (pun possibly intended) and thanks to some nice feedback regarding my other stories, especially the Joanne series, I was inspired to finish this one. This story is dedicated to its inspiration: Paula Chihaia aka Sinnermuscles. The first time I saw a webcam video of her, my jaw dropped she was so stunningly beautiful. I had no choice, I just had to write about her. Enjoy!
The Video
by onlymysoul
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Prelude:
I've been a fan of female bodybuilding ever since I can remember. Collected the magazines, went to a couple shows, but mostly downloaded as much multimedia off the Internet as I could. My collection is extensive, and I host an FTP site for my friends to upload to and download from my archive.
I love getting a new video and watching it, hoping that the girl will show me something new, something that turns me on. I live for the new, for the sexier, for the bigger and stronger, for the more musclebound. I love the huge girls: ones who are heavily juiced up with big clits, massive peaked biceps, huge thighs, ultra-wide backs and shoulders, etc., but also love the sexy fitness babes with their peaked little biceps, rock-hard tiny waists with eight-pack abs, and so on.
Sometimes when I watch these videos (and while I stroke my cock, of course), I talk to the girl in the video. Of course I realize it's just a video, it's not like she can hear me or anything...
...or so I thought.
Chapter 1: The Video
After a long day at work the first thing I like to do is change out of my work clothes, sit down in front of the computer and see what presents my friends have uploaded to me. In that respect, today was no different than most other days.
There were a few new videos of Annie Riveccio, a couple of Elena Seiple, a Colette Guimond and a dozen of Jodi Miller. God I loved Jodi's peaks... Annie's pecs... Elena's back... and, well, every inch of Colette! There was also another video, entitled Custom_Webcam.mpeg. It was a huge file, a little over 1GB. Immediately I wondered who had uploaded this, as I didn't know of anyone who accessed my FTP with a fast enough connection to upload such a big file before getting timed out. I checked the FTP logs, but they didn't go back far enough to see who had uploaded it.
I shrugged, and figured I may as well check it out. I double-clicked on it to start it playing in Windows Media Player, hit ALT-ENTER to get to fullscreen mode and sat back in my chair.
A crystal-clear webcam video started, with a gorgeous brunette with medium-length straight black hair and a gold chain around her neck. Beautiful brown eyes, high cheekbones, a dazzling white smile and a tanned body. Oh, and what a body! My cock instantly started to stir, so I unzipped and gripped it with my left hand, slowly stroking it. With my right I turned up the volume a bit in case she was a talker. I just loved girls who talked about their muscles and strength while flexing for the camera, what a turnon! I hoped that this would be one of those, but for now she was just sitting back in her chair looking at the screen. Her small breasts were all muscle, sitting high on her chest with a defined eight-pack abs beneath them. Her shoulders were broad and rippling with muscle, her biceps were pretty decent even in her now relaxed state. I even saw some measure of lat spreading out behind her arms.
"Nice," I said outloud to myself. Coincidentally, she looked up and into the camera and smiled a sexy smile.
"What would you like me to show you today?" she asked. Her voice was sweet and sultry, deepened slightly by some steroid use I suspected, but that was just fine with me!
I waited a bit to see what the person she was talking to wanted her to do, but she didn't move at all.
"Come on, I know you want to see me flex my muscles... it's why you're here, right?" she asked the screen.
"Well I don't know about the other guy, but I sure am," I said (to myself, I thought).
"There's just you, there's nobody else," she said back. My eyes widened and I let out a gasp, halting the stroking of my cock.
I hit pause on the player, and the video stopped.
"What the fuck?" I asked nobody in particular... and was pretty sure I didn't just ask her. It had to be my imagination, I mean videos just don't start talking back to you.
Regaining my composure, I stared at the frozen image of this dark-haired beauty. I'd never seen anyone as beautiful before, but knew that there were a lot of amateur bodybuilders out there in webcam land, and most of them never get to be seen on such sites as HerBiceps, FemFlex, or FTVideo. I resumed the player.
"How about a double-biceps pose?" she asked. She then slowly raised her arms and flexed them. I stared as her peaks rose impressively high on her upper arms. Her triceps and forearms looked very well-developed as well. She smiled and flexed them again and again, then lowered her left arm and looked over at her right as she concentrated on flexing it even harder. Her arm was starting to shake with the effort.
"Yeah that's it baby, flex that bicep," I said, my cock now at full attention at the amazing peak her bicep had become. "Harder baby, harder!"
She seemed to increase the strain on her bicep and gave it everything she had. She let out a moan of pleasure and licked her lips, this was definitely turning both of us on.
"Mmm you love those biceps don't you baby..."
"Oh yes..." she said. "So strong and sexy... I love my biceps..." she gasped.
Okay, so it wasn't unusual for the girl to happen to do what I say to the screen, I mean I've seen enough of these to know pretty well what they're thinking and what they're going to do next. So still I chalked this up to coincidence.
"Lick it baby, lick that fucking muscle that you've built..."
She raised her arm and lowered her head a bit and slowly, sensuously licked the peak of her bicep. She kissed it passionately for a few seconds as well. "Mmm, I love to kiss and lick my muscles!" she said, panting.
By this time my cock was oozing precum and I was stroking it really hard.
"Mmm, I can tell you like my biceps, want to see more?" she asked the camera.
I nodded. "How about those pecs? Show me your muscle-tits baby," I asked.
She grinned and leaned forward towards the camera and, pushing her arms together, flexed her pecs. They bunched up to a pair of striated melon-sized pectoral muscles.
"Holy shit look at those pecs!" I said, stroking harder. They were definitely in Annie/Colette territory. "Such big pecs for such a little girl," I commented. Indeed, she only looked to be 25, and although her biceps looked to be about 15 inches, her pecs were those of a heavyweight female bodybuilder.
"My chest is VERY strong, I bench over 350 for reps," she explained. "Want to see my favorite pose?" she asked.
I nodded. "Please let it be a most-muscular!"
She stood up, backed away from the camera so it could capture her entire upper body, and then slowly ground out an incredible most-muscular pose.
"Yeah baby, grind it! Flex it harder!" I cheered. She obliged. Okay, now I was starting to get a little freaked out. On the other hand, this was the hottest, most muscular girl I had seen in a long time, and I Wasn't about to stop. "God you love being so fucking huge, look at all that muscle... so fucking hot... god I love juicers, let's see that muscle clit baby, fuck yourself while you flex for me!"
Now there was absolutely NO chance that she... that... oh my god, she was doing it! With her left arm she continued flexing her pecs, abs and bicep, while her right tensed hard as she began masturbating her clit and pussy. This was impossible, but I couldn't stop watching, or encouraging her!
"That's it baby... yeah, look how big that clit is..."
She looked down at her larger-than-normal clit and played with it while she gasped. Sweat was pouring off her body, a flexing/masturbating machine.
"You like having a big steroid clit don't you baby? You love what steroids have done to your body, making you fucking huge and packed with muscle."
"Oh god yes! I LOVE juicing up and pumping iron! I want to be soooo fucking HUGE! And god I love my clit, it's so big and sensitive!"
"Yeah baby! You're so turned on by watching yourself flex, look at that clit grow!"
She let out a little scream as she started to orgasm, and her clit DID seem to grow a little as she did so.
"Ride it baby, fuck your pussy, flex those huge muscles!"
She continued to masturbate furiously as wave after wave of orgasm wracked her muscular body. I was just about ready to cum myself, but I wanted more.
"Grab some weights, baby, let's see how strong those biceps are."
She stopped masturbating and flexing, and walked off-screen for a moment, returning with a pair of 20-pound dumbells. She looked at the camera and asked, "are these heavy enough?"
"Oh hell no, baby, I want you to GROW those biceps, get the most you can lift."
She again walked off-screen and then returned a few seconds later with a pair of 60-pound dumbells.
"Now curl, baby, pump those biceps huge for me!"
She began to do alternating bicep curls, watching her biceps as they became more and more pumped with every rep.
"That's it baby, you're getting stronger! Bigger! You want to be so fucking huge, you'll do anything to get massive!"
She moaned and probably orgasmed, looked at the screen and said, "oh yes, I love muscles and want MORE! I'll do ANYTHING!"
"Juice up for me, baby, right into each of your biceps!" I requested.
She grinned, put the weights down, and went off-screen for a moment. She returned with a full vial of Sustanon and a syringe. She filled the entire syringe, then proceeded to inject the steroid directly into both of her biceps, in both heads.
"Now grab some heavier weights, let's see how big they can get!"
She returned with a pair of 75-pound dumbells. "This is a lot more than I have ever lifted," she said.
"You can do it baby, pump those weights! You want it! BIGGER! STRONGER!" I chanted.
She also began to chant with me. "Yes... bigger... stronger... BIGGER... STRONGER..." as she curled the weights. Slowly and with much effort at first, she began to pick up speed as her strength increased. "YES!" she gasped, watching her biceps pump up bigger with every rep.
"GROW BABY GROW!" I cheered, furiously jacking my cock. I watched, dumbfounded and turned on more than I ever had been before, as her biceps were literally growing right before my eyes. "You are so fucking strong baby, grow those biceps huge for me!"
She orgasmed violently and screamed, yet continued curling the weights. She was drenched in sweat. By now she'd done 50 reps with the 75-pound weights.
"More weight!" I cried.
She set the 75-pounders down, and came back with 125-pound dumbells.
"Yes baby, you can do it, you're a fucking monster muscle machine! Grow HUGE!"
With that, she resumed curling. Her biceps responded immediately, and she gasped. "My god, look at how big they're getting!"
"Yeah baby, you love those fucking biceps! Keep going!"
She pumped the weights harder and faster, her biceps growing almost continuously.
"Let's see how big they are now, baby, flex them for me!"
She stopped curling, put the weights down, and flexed an amazing double-biceps pose for me. Her biceps had ballooned to at least 22 or 23 inches. Her forearms had also increased in size from the heavy, intense lifting.
"Show me your peak, baby," I requested. She smiled and turned to the left, raised her right arm and flexed an enormous peak for me. It was at least three inches above her shoulder, almost touching her fist.
"Holy shit," I said.
She winked, then gave her peak a slow, sexy lick and kiss. I couldn't take anymore, and my cock exploded with cum.
As she continued to admire her much-bigger biceps, I cleaned myself up. She was sitting back in her chair caressing her muscles, marveling at how quickly they'd become so huge.
"God damn, baby..." I said. "That was incredible."
She smiled. "What would you like to see next?"
I then remembered that I was talking to a video file, and that what I'd just witnessed was, well, impossible. A hot fantasy, yes, but still completely impossible. What the hell was going on? I figured I'd better see if there was a virus or something on my system, so I closed the video and started checking things.
Chapter 2: Real Video
After an hour of double- and triple-checking everything I could think of, including disconnecting my PC from the Internet, I double-clicked the video to start it up again.
The same girl was there, looking exactly like she had before I'd made her biceps grow huge.
"Hello," I greeted her.
She looked up and into the camera, smiled, and said "well hello there!"
"You... you can hear me?"
"Well of course, silly!"
"But that's impossible."
"Maybe... or maybe not." That grin again.
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"Does it matter?"
"Well... no... but yes... shit, I don't know. An hour ago you had 22 or 23 inch biceps and could easily dumbell curl 125-pound weights. Now your muscles are the same size back when I originally found you.
She looked down at her right arm and flexed her bicep. "WOW, that sounds HOT! I hope I'm not disappointing to you without such massive biceps."
"Oh no, far from it! You're a goddess, absolutely gorgeous!"
She blushed and continued flexing, then with her left hand began to caress her peaked right bicep.
"And you have such an incredibly well-muscled body," I complimented.
"Why thank you, that's sweet. I've put a lot of effort into building it, I'm glad you like it."
I stared for a while as she fondled her bicep. She then stopped and looked at me anxiously. My cock was already hard as steel. Out of habit from watching videos like hers (well, not EXACTLY like hers... but you know what I mean) I unzipped and took it out, starting to stroke it.
"I turn you on, don't I?" she asked.
"Oh shit yeah."
"Good! I turn myself on as well, I LOVE having big muscles."
She sat back in her chair, cupped her heavy, thickly-muscled pecs and flexed her rock-hard abs. She spread her legs so I could see her clit begin to poke out of her pussy. She was definitely getting turned on.
"God, this isn't possible..." I muttered.
She smiled. She did that a lot, I loved it. "Let's just for a moment get past the 'this-is-impossible' stage and move on to 'get-to-know-you'."
"Okay, I think I can do that." I hoped I could, anyway.
She ran her hands up and down her steel-plated stomach, loving the feel of her big ab muscles. "You can ask me anything you want."
Trying my best to be original, I asked, "What's your name?"
"What would you like my name to be?"
"You don't have a name?"
"Not yet."
I thought a moment. "Paula."
"Thank you, that's a very pretty name. I love it."
"How old are you, Paula?" I thought she looked about 25.
"I'm 25."
"Have you been training long?"
"I've been lifting weights since I was 12, seriously bodybuilding since I was 18, and doing hardcore steroid cycles since I was 22."
"Fuck, that's hot. I LOVE girls who take steroids."
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"Mmmm, and I love taking them! I juice up a few times a day, they make me so fucking hot."
"How tall are you? How much do you weigh?"
"I'm five-foot-eight and 172 pounds."
"Big girl," I commented.
"Not big enough," she replied, grinning. "I've packed on 20 pounds of muscle this past year, but it's never enough. I want to get so fucking huge."
"Damn, baby. You're the girl of my dreams."
"I know," she said, winking at the screen.
"Are you the only part of this video that can change?"
"I don't know, why don't you try something to test it?"
I thought for a moment, and then came up with a risky but incredibly hot idea.
"Your girlfriends are over for a visit in the next room, why don't you ask one of them to come in and hang out with you in front of the camera?"
"Sure, baby, I can do that... who would you like to come in?"
That was easy. There was this girl at my office with the most amazing little hardbody. Andria was about 5' tall, had to have at most a tiny 22" waist with and hard six-pack, but also a powerfully-built rock-hard ass and some fitness-quality muscular arms and legs. I'd wanted to see her muscles pumped and flexed for so long, and frequently thought about her incredibly hot and hard body while jerking off.
"Andria."
"Sure thing baby, I'll be right back!" she said sweetly.
My heart was pounding in my chest as I waited, and sure enough Andria walked into the camera's view and sat down. Paula knelt next to Andria on her left. Andria was wearing a tight white tank-top and cutoff jean shorts. She was stunningly gorgeous.
"My god, it IS you..." I said, almost speechless.
"It sure is, I'm glad Paula asked me to join her."
"You're so beautiful, Andria, I've wanted you and your rock-hard muscular body ever since I first saw you."
Andria blushed. "Well, to be honest, I've felt the same way. Ever since I suspected your interest in my muscles, I've been pumping iron as hard as I can to get as muscular as possible for you."
"Can I see your biceps?" I asked.
Andria smiled and said, "of course! You can see anything you want." She then raised her right arm and slowly flexed for me. Her bicep rose into a hard baseball-sized peak. She lowered her arm and then flexed it again, harder this time.
Paula lovingly reached over and caressed Andria's rock-hard bicep. "Mmm, it's sooo hard!"
Andria turned her head to face Paula and they gently kissed on the lips.
"Damn..." I said.
They both looked at the camera and giggled. "I think he likes it when we kiss," Andria said. Paula nodded.
Andria then lowered her right arm and raised her left, in front of Paula's face, and began flexing. Paula kissed and licked Andria's peaked bicep, and both of them let out moans of pleasure.
"You are so hot, Andria... have you considered going hardcore with your muscle-building?" I asked.
"I have, but wasn't sure if you'd like my body as big as I bet I could build it."
"How big would that be?"
"Well, maybe we can find out!"
Paula just happened to have a huge vial of a super-hardcore steroid blend, and proceeded to fill a huge syringe with the contents. Andria stood up and turned away from Paula, lowered her shorts a bit, and Paula inserted the needle and plunged down slowly.
"Oh god yes... fill me with muscle juice!" she gasped.
"I think it'd be hot if you took the same amount as well, Paula," I suggested. She nodded and performed the same act on herself.
Andria was becoming flushed as the super steroids coursed through her body. "Oh my god this feels incredible! I'm so horny!" She dropped her jeans shorts to the floor, and then removed Paula's. Paula's clit was beginning to grow with arousal, and Andria lustfully began attacking it with her lips and tongue.
"Yeah that's it baby, suck on her muscle clit... both of your clits growing huge from the steroids... your cum super-concentrated to pack on massive amounts of muscle..."
Paula ran her hands through Andria's hair as Andria sucked on Paula's growing clit. As she ate out Paula, she masturbated her own budding steroid clit with her right hand. They both began to moan as orgasm upon orgasm hit them.
"Oh baby, I'm going to cum! Drink all of my super steroid cum!!" Paula screamed, and Andria pushed her mouth against Paula's pussy and gripped her ass with both hands to hang on. As Paula came hard, Andria swallowed load after load of the incredible pussy juice.
Andria slowly stood up and wiped her mouth of some cum that had dribbled out, and licked her fingers. She looked down at her now two-inch long clit and grinned. "If only I had some heavy weights, I really need to GROW!!"
Not surprisingly, she found some 75-pound dumbells nearby, picked them up and started curling them.
"Wow, before I was only able to do 35-pound dumbells, I am SOOOOO STRONG!" she roared. Her body responded quickly to the heavy weights, and she began to add muscle mass right before my eyes. She switched to the 125-pound dumbells after 20 reps with the 75-pounders.
"Yeah that's it! Grow baby, grow! Get fucking huge, Andria!" I yelled.
Her muscle mass accelerated its growth, packing on inch after inch every second. In less than a minute it looked like she had tripled her bodyweight in pure muscle. Her biceps were enormous now, at least 25 inches around. Her chest was barrel-thick with volleyball-sized pecs, her back was massive and wide with boulders as shoulders, her traps touching her ears (no neck to speak of there!). Her incredibly wide lats tapered to an armor-plated waist the same size as it was before her incredible growth, but now sported a 10-pack of huge abs. Paula tilted the camera down to show Andria's gigantic quads, each one twice the size of her waist. She then returned the camera view to Andria's pumped-up upper body as she continued to curl furiously, sweat pouring off her body.
"I need more weight!" she gasped, and walked off-camera for a moment, returning with a pair of 300-pound dumbells. She curled them like they were 30-pound weights, muscling them up as powerfully as she could.
"Come on baby, grow bigger!" I encouraged, and Andria responded by grunting with each curl and muttering to herself.
"Bigger... stronger... bigger... stronger..." she whispered to herself, and her body responded. She was packing muscle on top of and in-between muscle, developing a body far beyond that of anything humanly possible... and then some.
Finally, after 50 reps with the 300-pound weights, she set them on the floor and began flexing for me. Every muscle was pumped up, covered in veins and bigger than I had ever imagined a woman's muscles could become. Her biceps were so huge now that her peak touched her fist. She leaned over and kissed her right bicep sensuously, loving how massive she had just become. She flexed gigantic ripped pecs that touched her chin without her having to lower her head. Her lat spread was four times the width of her waist, giving her an insane V-taper.
"I know what you want baby," she said sexily, then raised both of her arms parallel to the ground (shoulders and traps bulging as big as her head in the process) and then slowly ground out a massive most-muscular pose. Every muscle in her upper body exploded with size and cuts.
"Holy shit Andria!"
She grinned and flexed as hard as she could, pumping the pose again and again, milking every ounce of muscle she could to flex bigger and bigger. She was a solid wall of sweaty, heaving, pumped-up muscle mass. He gorgeous face was now the only recognizable part of her incredible body.
Paula moved into the picture and knelt before Andria, and tilted the camera down a bit. Andria spread her legs to reveal her now four inch-long clit, and Paula began to devour it. Andria caressed her massive pecs and closed her eyes as she was eaten out, loving the ministrations of Paula.
At this point my cock was ready to explode. "Fuck, I'm going to cum a gallon!" I said. Andria opened her eyes and then flexed an incredible double-biceps pose, each bicep bigger than her head, split-peaked, rock-hard, and oh so fucking sexy.
"I would love to squeeze your cock with my bicep," Andria cooed, and that was it. My cock erupted with cum.
I collapsed back in my chair and closed the video. This thing was un-fucking-believable!
Chapter 3: Real Life
The next day I double-clicked the video to start it again. There she was, my brunette beauty sitting in her chair in front of the camera, at her normal muscular size. Andria was nowhere to be found.
"Hey baby," I said.
She smiled broadly. "Hey! I've been waiting for you. What would you like to see today?"
I'd thought about this for a while, and wondered just how far I could take this video. I'd had an idea that, if possible, would be the most amazing thing I had ever experienced.
"First, I'd like you to find a portable power source."
"You mean a battery?" she asked.
"Well, yes, but one with extended life and the ability to switch to regular house power if available."
She nodded.
"Next, a high-speed wireless Internet device that you can connect your laptop and camera to."
Her face lit up as she sensed where I was going with this. "You want me to leave my house!"
I nodded. "Yes... and to come to mine." The trick was to get her all the way here while the video was running, otherwise she'd never make it. "Hopefully you live nearby."
She smiled. "I live a few miles away, coincidentally." I doubted it was a coincidence, but that's just how the video seemed to work.
I watched for the next few minutes as she hooked up the power source and wireless high-speed Internet connection to her laptop, items she just happened to have off-camera. She then picked up the three devices and started walking it through her house. She stopped in her bedroom to put on a pink short-sleeved top, some white shorts and sneakers, grabbed her purse and headed for the garage and her car.
For the next twenty minutes I had a passenger-seat view of her driving the roads and expressways on the way to my house. I'd given her detailed directions, and could see by the scenery going by that she was following them exactly. I'd unlocked my front door, and said she should come right in, which she did.
It was surreal, seeing my own house through the video. I watched as she walked up the stairs from the front foyer entrance, down the hall past the dining room, living room, kitchen and bathroom, and into my spare bedroom that I used as my computer room and home gym. There I was, sitting at the computer watching myself sitting at the computer watching myself... well, you get the idea.
"My god..." was all I could say. I then turned to look at Paula, the muscular bodybuilding beauty who was now standing, in real life, in my room. She seemed even bigger in person, and even more beautiful. She set her laptop and camera down on a bookshelf near my door and plugged it into an outlet. I had her turn the camera away from my monitor so that the infinity loop wasn't showing.
She smiled sweetly. "Am I what you expected?"
"That and a hell of a lot more." I got up off my chair and walked over to her, taking her in my arms and we kissed passionately. Tongues exploring each other's lips and mouths, our hands caressing each other's bodies. I was no stranger to pumping iron myself, with close to 19" biceps at 230 pounds.
After a few minutes of making out, my cock was already rock-hard in my pants. She reached down and slowly unzipped me while staring me right in the eyes. "God I hope she wants to suck on that," I thought while glancing at my monitor. Amazingly (or not?) she then whispered, "I want your cock, baby, I want it SO bad..." Nice, the video even reads my mind!
She started stroking it, god damn her grip was firm and strong around my shaft. I looked over at the video of us on my monitor and saw her stroking it, then decided it was time to try another idea I'd had. "I want my cock to grow to be twice as long and thick as it is now," I ordered the video. Instantly there was a hot tingling in my cock as it began to grow. Paula gasped and began stroking me harder and faster as it reached its full 12" length and 3" girth. Christ, this was fucking amazing!
"Oh god I want to suck your huge cock NOW!" she cried, and fell to her knees before me. Gripping it with her left hand, she stroked it as her mouth engulfed me. Her tongue licked me all over as her wet, warm mouth piston-sucked like I had never experienced before. With her right arm she flexed her sexy softball-sized peaked bicep for me. I ran my right hand over it, lovingly squeezing it while I caressed her beautiful black hair with my left. "Her biceps would feel better if they grew a few inches," I thought.
Paula squealed with delight as her biceps ballooned to a steel-hardened 18 inches of muscle. While she orally pleasured me, every few minutes I would think about her packing on more muscle. Bigger traps, wider shoulders, thick meaty pecs, bulging thighs and calves, a powerful back; the more she sucked me off the bigger I grew her. Just as I was about to reach orgasm, I told both and the video, "I want my cum to have super muscle-building effects on you, Paula."
This turned her on like I had never seen, and she began sucking me even harder and faster. In less than thirty seconds I erupted what seemed like a quart of cum into her mouth, and she sucked and swallowed every last drop. She stood up slowly, weakened slightly by her exertion in blowing me so incredibly, her huge, muscle-packed body covered in a fine sheen of sweat. We hugged and kissed for a few minutes, and then she stepped back from me and admired herself in my full-length mirror across from my home gym.
"Mmm, I like what you've done with my body!" she said, watching herself as she ran her hands over her musclebound physique. "I don't think I'm done growing yet, am I? I think it's time I put your super cum to work!"
She walked over to my multi-station home gym, stuck the pin in the bottom plate (the one marked 400) and sat in the pec deck/chest press station. It was in pec deck configuration, so she raised her arms to each pad and slowly, almost painfully, squeezed her already huge pecs together, lifting the enormous amount of weight. She grunted and groaned, muscling the weight up with every ounce of strength she had. After ten seconds that seemed like ten minutes, the two pads touched. She winked at me, smiled, and slowly let them part back to the starting position.
"One," she said.
The second rep she did was in half the time, then faster with the third, still faster with the fourth, and then she was doing one rep every two seconds. As sweat poured off her body her pecs inflated with pure muscle mass and became more striated. Veins started to pop out everywhere on her meaty muscle pillows as her shirt strained to contain the pure mass. I was quickly losing sight of her neck as she packed on inch after inch of muscle. It was like she was cradling two basketballs just underneath her chin. After the 200th rep (or so, I'd lost count but it was a lot), she stopped and got off the seat and walked up to the mirror. She turned a bit to her left and did an incredible right side-chest pose. Her right pec expanded so huge it burst through her shirt and touched her chin. It stuck out at least a foot -- there was no way she was ever going to see her shoes again! She relaxed, turned to the right and did the same pose on her left side, with the same incredible results. Her poor shirt was shredded! She then turned and looked at me, smiled, ripped the remains of her shirt off her powerful body and flexed an incredible most-musclar pose. Never in my life had I seen pecs that massive! Bigger than basketballs, solid as granite, shredded and vascular, they were incredible!
As I sat and watched her pump up her body, grinding out one most-muscular pose after another, I couldn't help but stroke my new, huge cock. God it felt so fucking hot to have a cock this big! I couldn't wait to fuck her even bigger, more massively muscular body as soon as she was done growing. She grinned in approval, then cupped her breasts and flexed her abs hard. She had to look in the mirror to see them (damn those pec mountains of hers!) and although they were a ripped eight-pack that Karen Zaremba would approve of, her glance at me with a bit of a pout told me all I needed to know.
"Paula, you really need some bigger abs to go with those massive pecs."
She giggled as she flexed her mid-section harder and harder, marveling at the sight of each ab growing from tennis ball to grapefruit size in a matter of seconds. She closed her eyes and moaned as she ran her hands over her new rock-hard stomach.
"A little lower baby, you know your muscles turn you on so much," I thought. Her hands instantly went to her panties and removed them, then as she caressed her abs with her left hand, her right began massaging her engorged clit and fingering her hot, dripping pussy.
As she moaned in pleasure, I was nearing another orgasm. Well shit, I had a foot-long cock, are you kidding me? Between that and Ms. Muscles flexing and fucking herself, there was just no way I was keeping my cum to myself!
She sensed I was about to erupt and in one leap from the mirror her mouth was on my cock sucking it hard. The one time she came up for air, she blurted out, "biceps" and then took at least six inches into her throat. That's when I exploded.
After she got done licking me clean, she went back to the home gym to the squat/deadlift station, which was currently holding a bar at knee-level with five olympic 45-pound plates on each side. She smirked, then grabbed six more from the nearby plate stand and loaded three on each side. She then walked behind the bar, underhand gripped it, and deadlifted it up.
She looked at me and winked, pushing her pelvis forward a bit and rubbing her sopping-wet two-inch nub on the bar. "Mmm, clitty like," she said.
"Go baby, go!" my mind screamed involuntarily. Even my sub-conscious wanted her to lift this weight and grow.
Just like her 400-pound pec deck show, she strained with the enormous weight but slowly, ever so slowly, muscled it up until the bar met her huge pecs and could go no further. Then back down over another ten seconds. Then another rep, and her biceps looked bigger than they had during the first. Another and another, each time lifting the 750+ pounds more easily as her biceps ballooned to mountainous proportions. The 15-inch biceps she'd arrived at my house had exploded with muscle mass; they had to be at least 25 inches now, and still growing. She roared with the effort, surpassing 100 then 150 curls. Sweat was pouring off her massive body as pound after pound of muscle was being added to her biceps, shoulders and forearms.
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She was watching herself in the full-length mirror all this time, and I just loved the expression on her face. She was angry, she would not let this weight beat her! She was going to conquer it, no, DESTROY it with pure female muscle power! It was also turning her on like never before, her pussy was gushing cum down her legs. Every time the bar reached the bottom of the rep, she'd touch her clit to the bar and would shudder. "That was so hot," I thought to myself. Though I'm pretty sure the video heard me.
"I need more," she pleaded with me. I went over to the plate stand and got three more plates for each side for her. She nodded and smiled, thanking me, licked her lips, and then started grinding out more reps. Her clit apparently approved of the extra 270 pounds and also started growing bigger and thicker. "Mmm, yeah that's it, grow clitty grow!" she said lovingly. As it grew bigger, she started flexing it and grunting every rep, slapping it on the bar.
Finally her biceps had become so big that she could couldn't lift the bar more than two feet up from its starting position. She then got under it and lifted it over her head and then back down behind her: it was time to work those triceps! An enormous horseshoe-shaped set of muscles exploded with pure girlbeef as she pumped the weight over and over above her head.
"BIGGER!" she screamed, "MORE MUSCLE!" My mind couldn't help but agree, and her triceps grew almost audibly. After 200 reps she lowered the back back down to the starting position, then walked closer to the mirror.
"Double biceps!" I requested, and she flexed a pair of Everests. Her biceps were so big she couldn't bend her arm more than 90 degrees before they met equally-impressive and immovable forearms. Her fists touched the top of her insane peaks with her thumbs, peaks that towered over her bowling ball-sized shoulders. "Harder!" She grimaced and flexed her two huge cannons again and again, peaking them even higher. Every time she flexed her biceps, she also flexed her power-packed clit. It seemed to grow a little with each muscular effort. She licked her lips at the sight of it, then stopped, panting, waiting for my next request.
"Side tricep!" I said, sitting back in my chair to watch the show and - yep - stroke my cock some more.
She turned to the left and then flexed a huge right tricep. It looked as thick as a stack of ten horseshoes, her bulk sticking out at least a foot from her arm. She then turned to face the mirror and began alternately flexing both her biceps and triceps as if she were going to do a mos-
"Of course I will," her whisper interrupting my thought. She flexed an unbelievable most-muscular pose. She was a musclebound hulk of a girl, every part of her upper body was massively muscular from her thick bull neck and ear-touching traps to her tiny muscle-packed waist. "BIGGER!" she roared again, grinding out another flex and then another. "MORE!" Every most-muscular seemed to inflate her body even more. She was so much in lust for her body, her pussy was again gushing. "Grow, clitty, GROW!" She flexed her powerful clit, willing it to also become more muscular. My imagination was undoubtedly helping her - and it - along, as it grew bigger with each flex. Five inches, then six, then she stopped her most-muscular flexing and gripped it with her powerful right hand and began to jerk herself off. She turned and walked slowly towards me, jacking her hot muscleclit, licking her lips and staring at me with desire.
My cock was so hard right now, I wanted to fuck that body so bad... but...
She stopped dead in her tracks, let go of her clitcock and looked down at her legs. Much bigger than when she'd arrived, quads at least 25 inches from helping to lift all that weight, they were puny compared to the rest of her body. "I don't think I'm done growing yet, baby," she said matter-of-factly.
I watched and stroked as she went back to the squat rack, easily lifted the bar into the top notches and loaded the remainder of my plates onto the sides. Good lord, that was 1400 pounds with the bar! Not that I had any doubt she was going to have an easy time with it, of course.
She maneuvered her bulky traps and shoulders under the bar, gripped it with those powerful hands, and lifted it with a grunt off the rack. Slowly she lowered the weight until her ass touched her heels, then muscled it back up. Like a machine, a pure muscle-building machine, she ground out rep after rep. Her cum-soaked quads and calves inflated bigger each rep, packing on tens of pounds of muscle every minute.
"Yeah baby, grow those legs! Bigger!" I cheered her on. Her clit was at full attention, rock hard and pulsing with every rep, her pussy gushing even more. Her thighs were now barrel-thick, each head its own slab of huge sexy musclegirl beef, and still growing.
"MORE!" she whimpered at me, tears running down her face with the extreme effort. "Please make me bigger, PLEASE! I NEED MOOOOOORRREEEE!!"
That was all I needed. I willed her thighs to erupt in size. She screamed in pain as the muscles tore and rebuilt themselves at super-human speed, muscle packing on top of muscle. After the 400th rep, she could take no more and racked the weight, then staggered out of the rack. Her legs were simply enormous. Her quads stuck out over a foot to each side and over her knees, her hamstrings nearly as huge. She could barely walk as they were so big they rubbed against each other. Her six-inch clit hung between her mammoth legs, her pussy oozing cum.
She stood in front of the mirror and flexed her gigantic quads, marveling at their insane mass. As she flexed and caressed her legs with one hand, she stroked her clitcock with the other while I watched and stroked my 12-incher. Harder and harder she flexed her thighs, moaning in ecstacy with muscle lust.
"Oh my god I love my body," she said. "I've never felt so powerful, so unbelievable strong! Every muscle on my body is bigger than I'd ever dreamed possible!"
She stopped lusting after her reflection in the mirror and stroking herself, and turned to me. Slowly she walked over and as I reached out to her she took my hand in hers, gently pulling me up off the chair. She pulled me close to her body, by rock-hard erection snug against her ten-pack abs, balls rubbing against her equally-erect clit. She looked up at me and we kissed, so slowly, so lovingly. My hands caressed her massively musclebound body, and she responded with every touch with a powerful flex.
We stopped kissing and held each other. "I love your body too, Paula." And I truly did, she was so beautiful. I know she sensed my love for her body - no, not just her body - for her, and hugged me tight. I'm sure with a fraction of her power, otherwise I would have been killed instantly, but it was an embrace of pure love.
"Please make love to me," she begged. "I want you, and I know you want me... I... I love you. I love you for what you did for me, nobody has ever given me such a wonderful gift as you have with all this muscle. Please let me show you how much I love you and take me, baby, please."
Chapter 4: MeTube, the Final Frontier
I hugged her as tight as I could, since being no match for her she-hulkian strength and mass, I had no fear at all possibly hurting her. I took her hand in mine, and started to walk out of the room when I remembered, "oh shit, we can't leave the video."
The video playing on my PC was linked somehow to [my commands, my thoughts, my desires] her webcam and I had to keep it running. This whole bit was like something out of Star Trek. What I needed, in a Gene Roddenberry way, was a convenient and simple-sounding solution that was actually really complex and probably impossible.
"Would this tricorder help?" Paula spoke up, removing one from her purse. You're good, video. You are really, really good.
"Uhh sure," I said, having used a real tricorder for as long as zero minutes. I opened it, it made beeping noises, then I closed it. She smiled, and took it from my hand.
"Let me, baby." She unplugged her laptop from the room's outlet and brought it over to my desk, setting it down next to my PC. She then put the tricorder between the two, tapped some buttons, and the world went dark.
When I awoke, I was on my couch in the living room. I sat up with a jolt. "Oh god no!" I cried, fearing the worst: the love of my life, the ultra-muscular Paula would be gone and I'd be alone again with my non-12-inch cock.
"Oh, you're awake!" came a voice from the kitchen. I looked up and into the room walked a genuine muscle goddess, naked and holding a cup of tea. I had tea? Whatever, nevermind.
"Paula!" I stumbled off the couch and into her waiting, massively powerful arms. She was just as huge as I'd last seen her, maybe even a touch bigger! We kissed passionately, I couldn't get enough of her strong tongue and sexy lips. She then gently led me toward my bedroom. As we passed my spare room, I didn't see her laptop and my PC wasn't on anymore. "Wait, what-"
"Shhh," she shushed me, pulling me gently past the spare room door. "You're with me now, baby. We can do anything you want."
Suddenly I decided I didn't care how any of this had happened, or, more specifically, what she meant by that first bit.
She led me over to my bed, picked me up and gently laid me down. She then climbed into bed with me, her 500 pound (at least!) body straining the mattress and steel frame, and proceeded to remove my pants with extreme prejudice. Looking up at her impossibly-thick, wide bulk got me instantly hard, and I was pleased to see that hardness consisted of all 12 inches.
"Mmm, I think he likes my body," she cooed. She flexed a four-foot-wide wingspan of a latspread and bounced her meaty muscle pillow pecs for me. My cock got even harder, and maybe an inch bigger. "Ooh, yeah, he DEFINITELY likes my body! Think you can grow that cock some more for me?"
I liked that idea, if 12 inches was hot, 15 would be fucking awesome. Sure enough, as soon as I'd thought it, my cock grew another two inches. She gripped it with both hands, stroking it as she licked the head, then engulfed it and at least six inches into her hot, wet throat. Up and down my shaft she blew me like I'd never been blown before, her amazingly powerful tongue circling my cockhead every time on the upstroke. While she had her way with me, my hands caressed and squeezed every muscle I could reach. My god she was huge.
"Mmmmmmm," she hummed, enjoying her efforts. "Cum for me baby," she said, briefly letting my cock out from between her sexy lips. I could take no more, and felt the tingle begin to build. She started stroking and sucking me faster, sensing I was about to unleash into her mouth. I held out as long as I could, but when she stopped stroking and flexed a double-biceps pose while my cock was still in her mouth, that was it for me. I exploded what seemed like a gallon of cum into her mouth, and she swallowed every drop.
"Oh my god, Paula," I said, exhausted. She sat up and licked her lips and grinned. I sat up and we kissed some more, then I gently nudged her to lie on her back. She was nearly as wide as my mattress, like an ocean of muscle I was about to sail upon. She spread her gigantic quads giving me a look at her soaking-wet pussy and rock-hard clitcock, which she started to stroke with her right hand while she caressed her pecs and abs with her left.
"I want you in me so bad," she pleaded. "Give me that 15-incher!"
I didn't believe "no thanks" was an option, so I obliged. I climbed in-between those massive legs, legs that could crush me like a grape, and slowly inserted my huge cock into her waiting wet pussy. As soon as I was eight inches inside her, her pussy gripped me like I'd never been gripped before. Even her pussy was muscular and powerful! Her pussy engulfed my cock, pulling me deeper inside her and pumping it while she stroked her clit. The sensations for her must have been unbelievable to be stimulated in so many ways at once. I did my best to thrust in and out, but admit that her pussy did just about all the work. I wasn't about to complain though, this was heaven!
"Oh my god... yes..." she whimpered, pumping my cock into her faster and faster, her strong fist pumping her clit hard and fast. She groaned, licked her lips and madly ran her free hand over her pumped-up pecs and steel-plated abs, relishing the feel of the huge muscles she'd just built. "Pump me baby, PUMP THIS MUSCLE PUSSY!" she screamed, and at that moment wished I was half as musclebound and powerful as she was so I could keep up with her lovemaking demands.
So of course, my body started to grow bigger all over. Biceps, triceps, traps, shoulders, pecs, abs, quads, calves, everything got bigger and stronger over the course of 30 seconds, and not only that, but my stamina went through the roof! With a renewed energy and desire, I pounded that muscle pussy with my rock-hard cock, showing no mercy to the ultra-super-heavyweight femalebodybuilder and her amazing sex.
"YES! YES! YES! HARDER! FASTER! OOOOOOOHHHHHH!" she screamed, and just when I thought we couldn't muscle-fuck any harder, I exploded with cum deep inside her pussy, and she orgasmed again and again, squirting gallons of pussy juice all over me. I collapsed on her, together we were a pair of sweaty, musclebound, cum-laden lovers.
"I love you so much," I said, kissing her gently.
"Me too, baby." She kissed me back and we held each other.
Then it went dark.
Epilogue:
When she was done watching us make love, Andria got up from her computer desk and went into the bathroom to clean herself up. She had cum really hard, damn that was one hot video. Especially the end where the guy got really big - but not as big as the girl - and they fucked until they both exploded with cum. "That girl was so fucking hot," she thought to herself. "Wouldn't mind having that kind of muscle myself." Although she'd been pumping iron as hard as she could since she noticed that guy at the office stealing glances at her already pretty muscular body - he looked a lot like that guy in the video, now that she thought about it - she really wanted to be a lot bigger.
She opened up her medicine cabinet and took out a syringe and a vial that said "Sustanon". Inserting the needle and drawing out half the vial, she dropped her panties and jabbed her right cheek with it, slowly injecting herself with the steroid.
"Let's see what this body can do," she said sexily. It was time to hit the gym hard. And then maybe go watch some Star Trek.
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Man! What an intense, and intensely erotic story, man, I love your description and your character's desire to just get bigger and stronger! I hope to see more stuff from you very, very soon! K++!
K on that story! I like that you used Paula for the model, too bad her vids are no longer around... :'(
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Some of the finest stories in this collection. Bumping it up again for newbies to discover
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GREAT stories. Thank you.