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Female Muscle Art - Female Muscle Fiction => Muscular Women Fiction => Topic started by: Apley44 on June 28, 2021, 07:49:16 pm
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Hey everyone. I have a sudden inspiration on a story. I had the first few chapters in mind, but I may not post as often as I did my previous story, Mr and Mrs Everest. But hopefully, this story can go in a good direction and give everyone a treat.
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Genetic Giants
Chapter 1
I could hear the crowds going wild at the mention of my name. Despite standing in line with the best bodybuilders in the world, the mention of “Jonathan Cox” could never come more expectedly. I could feel the spotlights point towards me, illuminating every groove and crevice of my unbelievably muscular body. I strutted over to the front of the stage, where four other bodybuilders were also summoned for the call-outs, standing in-line for the final comparisons. But with every thumping step I took with my gargantuan legs, I felt each vibration as my feet stomped against the floor of the stage, until I was side-by-side with the other four best bodybuilders in the world, but I knew I dwarfed them all. I knew, I was huge, and I was in a league of my own. Knowing that I was unstoppable, I wanted to rub it in everyone’s faces, so I took a deep breath and swiftly struck a world-dominating most muscular crab pose, just to show everyone who’s boss. I was, and the crowd agreed unanimously.
I was a bodybuilder. I still am. And I was the best, some say, of all-time. I was only 27-years-old but already, I was Mr Olympia for five consecutive years, which means I won my first Mr Olympia title when I was 22. I was the youngest Mr Olympia ever. I know my five titles were nothing compared to Ronnie Coleman’s or Arnold’s, but my physique, my muscularity, could trounce them easily any day in their prime. Because my genetics were much more superior compared to theirs. I need no steroids, and I need no performance enhancing drugs. All I did, I did with good nutrition, a lot devastatingly hard-work in the gym, and some regular protein supplements. Experts and fans alike had dubbed me as the “Genetic Giant”. Some called me “The Freak of Nature”and “King of Mount Olympus” (as my body was superior to any Greek god). One thing’s for sure. I won the genetic lottery. At my first Mr Olympia, I unveiled a physique that shocked the bodybuilding world, a physique that was unparalleled in bodybuilding history. It made Markus Ruhl’s physique in the 2002 Night of Champions look amateurish, and I belittled Jay Cutler’s 2009 signature quad-stomping physique. I made my own history. I was huge, I was ripped, I demonstrated symmetry and even brought back great aesthetics. I know how modern bodybuilding was all about the mass, and Classic Physique maintained their aesthetics, but I achieved both. I had shoulders and lats that complemented my relatively small waist so well, I brought back the classic V-taper that was lacking in modern open bodybuilding these days. And to add to my amazing muscles, I had the looks to back it up. At 25, after winning my 4th Olympia, I was voted as that year’s Sexiest Man Alive by People Magazine. Imagine my looks and my topless ripped hard body, glossing the front cover of that magazine. Sales went up 140% compared to previous years. And to top it all off, I had a cock that put most men to shame. At 8 inches erect and 5 inches in girth, ladies were swooning over me. I acted in a few porn shows, and my oh my, those reviews were so flattering. I was the perfect human male specimen. And I loved it! Here are my current measurements in this Olympia:
Jon’s measurements:
Weight: 340 pounds
Height: 6 foot 4
Chest: 68 inches
Waist: 31 inches
Arms: 27 inches
Thighs: 37 inches
Calves: 27 inches
And it was no surprise that I had always been very popular since I was young. With my amazing genetics, even as a kid, I was extremely fit. In elementary school, I trained as a swimmer and at 10 years old, I was sporting a well-defined set of abs, and some good definition in my pectorals. My arms were thicker than most guys in middle school, and I was as tall as their quarterbacks. And with this, it was no doubt that I was the star swimmer in my elementary school, winning the junior national championships, beating kids almost half my age. But in middle school and high school, I decided to switch things up a bit. I was bored with swimming, so I decided to try something new: wrestling. And due to its physically demanding nature, I was introduced to the gym. And my, I was a natural! I put on muscles as easily as how people put on weight! By the end of my middle school, I had the physique that could rival Men’s Physique champions like Raymont Edmonds and Carlos DeOliveira. I knew I was ripped, and big, which was why I joined my first local bodybuilding contest at 15, in the Men’s Physique category. And I won! Men who had been training all their lives, most who were almost double my age, had no answer against me. I had the physique of Olympia winners for God’s sake. And by the end of high school, I decided to take things seriously. I just grew and grew and by that time, I could give Chris Bumstead a run for his money. I was as big as the Classic Physique competitors. And by college, I went into full-blown bodybuilding mode. I had never lost a single competition I had competed in, because every time I stepped on stage, I made sure I was the most muscular bodybuilder there. And with my genetics, it was easy. I was putting in pound after pound of pure muscle. And when I started cutting for contests, the fat just shed off like flies, and I was sporting definitions and striations that modern bodybuilders would only dream of having. And it was no doubt girls swooned over me. I lost my virginity at 14 to the head cheerleader of my school. I scored my first threesome at 17, with the prom queen of high school and her friends. By college, I was winning championships left and right. No doubt I was getting photoshoots with supermodels all over. I bedded 3 Sports Illustrated models after having a photoshoot with them. I was invited to the Playboy party shortly after my first Olympia win, and my oh my, I had an orgy with 9 models, one of them being Playboy Model of the Year. Having a huge fucking dick helped a lot. They just couldn’t resist me.
But my best experience was with none of those women. There was a time where my sex experience changed forever. It was right after my 3rd Mr Olympia victory. I was posing on stage, showing off my champion’s physique, when I saw Dana Olsen, the Miss Olympia winner. She came over to congratulate me, and there was the spark immediately. You see, Dana and I go way back. We met in college, as we went to the same gym. She was just starting out as a Figure competitor, and I was mesmerised by the amount of dedication and hard-work this girl was putting in her lifts. She was lifting twice as much as most of the guys in the gym. She was bench-pressing 100 pound barbells, and squatting 220 pounds. No doubt, she looked very muscular. Being the confident stud that I was, I approached her and we took off immediately, but we had always been platonic because she had a boyfriend at that time, who was the college football captain. Not that I didn’t try to seduce her, but she was always resistant to my charms, and remained loyal to her boyfriend. But eventually we agreed to work out together. And it was so arousing seeing her grow bigger and bigger. She entered her first contest in Figure, I was competing too, and we both won our divisions. Then she got such a rush from all that flexing and muscular posing, that she wanted more. So she doubled her efforts and gotten much more muscular. She was curling 100 pound dumbbells for 5 reps, the same amount of weight she was bench pressing only a year ago, and she was bench-pressing 280 pounds, much heavier than what she was squatting. Off-season, she was huge, sporting 18-inch biceps and 160 pounds of pure muscle. Soon, she was winning Women’s Physique in both local and NPC championships. Soon, though, after two years, I dropped out of college to focus on bodybuilding 100%, and knowing I was never gonna bed her, I kinda lost touch with her. Until that Olympia.
I was so surprised to see her. I wasn’t following the Miss Olympia much, so imagine my surprise when I saw her, winning the women’s bodybuilding division. She was the youngest ever Miss Olympia winner at 23. But she was bigger and was packing more muscle than any previous winner. She dwarfed Iris Kyle, Margie Martin and Yaxeni Oriquen. It was obvious she doubled up on her efforts ever since the last time I saw her in Women’s Physique contests. She was bigger than the Classic Physique guys. Which means she was bigger than Chris Bumstead and Frank Zane. And she was as big as some of my male bodybuilding competitors. But because she won her Miss Olympia, her conditioning was so good, her symmetry was impeccable, meaning overall, taking all into consideration, she could beat some of the guys in my division hands down.
Dana’s measurements:
Weight: 240 pounds
Height: 5 foot 10
Arms: 22 inches
Chest: 55 inches
Waist: 30 inches
Thighs: 30 inches
Calves: 21 inches
She was nowhere as big as me or my fellow Mr Olympia competitors, but for a girl, she was massive. Probably the most massively muscular girl ever in history. And she was pretty too. It seems like she broke up with her boyfriend and was now “focusing on herself”. That meant more shopping, more beauty treatments and more intense work-outs. Despite sporting a muscle mass and definition that could win her a placing in the Men’s Classic Physique or even men’s Bodybuilding, she was every bit the woman that every man would dream of. A sexy posing suit, smooth skin, gorgeous blue eyes, full lips painted with luscious crimson lipstick, and silky dark blonde hair fit for a shampoo commercial, I was trying to hold my erection. And with my topless magnificence in front of her (I had just won the Olympia by the way, and I was every inch the best bodybuilder in history bar none), the sexual tension was unrelenting.
“Dana!” I acknowledged. “You look great! You’ve gotten big!”
She gave a confident smirk. “Big is an understatement, honey. I’m huge! And ripped as hell!” She went on to flex her beautiful heart shaped right bicep, admiring the rock-hard bulge that won her the Miss Olympia title, tracing the peak with her left hand before running her fingers along the pencil-thick vein up her shoulder. “Mmm…and that’s how I won this big title over here. Hell, I’m so ripped, I can even beat some of the guys here until they cry for mommy! But of course, not you Jon, you’re unbeatable…proved that tonight, didn’t you?”
I grinned, puffing up my chest to show off my Olympia winning pecs. She went on to feel them, tracing her fingers along the outlines that made up my chest muscles. I did a pec bounce, and I knew she loved them since our college days. She giggled, and it was a cute little girly giggle, a sign of her seductive feminism despite her man-shaming hulking musculature. “Ooh, Jon, I have always loved your pecs. But they’re not like how I remember them. They’ve gotten…bigger.”
“Just like yours,” I replied.
“Oh? These babies?” Facing one of the mirrors in the pump up room, she twisted into her Miss Olympia-winning side chest, and those pecs of hers just blasted out of her torso, made even sexier by the boob implants that she had. Not only that, she showed off a massive softball-sized bicep decorated with two pulsating veins, all coming from the thick snaking vasculature of her beefy forearms. Her well-defined deltoids bulged up almost an inch from her arms, the pumpkin-like striations and separation from her biceps and triceps so artfully perfect, they can only be drawn by comic book artists. I slid into my own side chest, and comparing side by side, really brought back memories when we were in the college gym, making everyone else around us jealous of our God-like physique. Mine for the men, hers for the ladies.
“Ooh I see someone’s liking this new ripped body of mine,” she teased, gesturing to my erect dick brushing against her glutes. “Interested to see more, honey?”
I smiled, and grabbing my cock as if leading a dog with a leash, she led me to her hotel room upstairs. Her walk was so supermodel-like – legs crossing in front of each other with each step – so sensual, her bare feet touching the carpeted floor as if a ballet dancer prancing on an icy lake, and all this, despite the rippling, thunderous quads, hamstrings, glutes and calves, bursting from her flesh like a well-pumped machine. The definition was amazing. As she moved her thighs, I could make out each individual muscle that made up her quads – every fibre is her vastus lateralis, vastus medialis, and rectus femoris, perfected by the amazing crossing of her sartorius muscles. Her legs looked so strong, I bet she could beat a horse in the leg-press. The view of her back was drooling, her well-built arms dangling from her shoulders, unable close them up to her sides due to her massively wide back keeping them apart. Her back, that envy-arousing V-taper, with the thickened cobra-hooded lats and sexy cuts resembling the mountainous valleys of the Grand Canyon, twitching and bunching over each other with every little movement she made. Her back looked like a demon staring back at me. Not that I didn’t have that kind of back, but seeing it on such a young, confident, gorgeous-looking lady, made me want to cum. All this made even sexier with the feathering sinews that taper into a Christmas tree mould on her lower back – a sign of the highest order of back development.
As we tossed each other onto the bed, we didn’t care if our oil tans ruined the sheets, we just wanted to fuck each other. And oh my God, it was the best sex I ever had. I had slept with dozens of women over the years. I even did two female bodybuilders, not Miss Olympia winners but they had muscle that placed them well in the NPC. Pola Magentra, an experienced 40-year-old recently divorced IFBB pro and Juno Hakayawa, Japanese 30-year-old who placed 8th in the Wings of Strength. They were okay, having sex with muscular women, I didn’t really give it much thought. But Dana made me rethink my entire preference. She was amazing. The way she presented her body to me with all her thick, hard mmmmmuscles, the way she talked…switching constantly from that of a domineering cougar and that of a tenderly caring bunny, keeping me persistently aroused. The way she flexed, and how she invited me to worship her strong muscles. Her flexes, she just knew when and how to flex in bed to make her muscles look so ripped for my pleasure. When I was kissing and licking her granite-sculpted eight pack, she went into a hard squeeze, taking me by surprise with her hulked out abs. “Hurrrr!” she grunted, making it even sexier, at the same time folding her arms behind her head in an abdominals pose that not only accentuated her eight pack, shark-gill obliques and searing serratus, but also expanded her wide lats and twisting biceps.
Not only she made herself special to me, she also had a way of making me feel special to her. Her screams when I was pounding her, made me feel like a champ. She was so loud, and it seems like we both wanted the neighbours to hear – how great I was in bed, and how I managed to score a gorgeously perfect young woman. I had my huge cock to thank. It was a massive rod of pleasure, decorated with a network of pulsating veins and wooden hard muscles. My cock and pelvic muscles were so strong, I was able to stick my dick inside her vagina, and completely lift her 240 pound body off the bed. And there I was standing there in my magnificence, a huge and gorgeously ripped female bodybuilder over my dick, as I celebrated my triumph with a powerful front double bicep. That seemed to impress her, and she started feeling and kissing all over my mountainous biceps, up my shoulders, over my neck and all over my pectoralis majors. Blowjobs, anal and pussy sex, we did it all. And she was good. I unloaded almost 200ml of cum straight into her mouth, and she took it all like champagne.
“Not gonna give up any extra source of protein…” she said, licking her lips, “And I loooove my protein. Beef, chicken, turkey, fish, whey, lamb, pork, cum…I devour them all. That’s how I got these big, biiiggg mmmmuscles,” she teased sensually, flexing her massive rock-hard biceps just to prove her point.
Then I was pounding her vagina for almost an hour and a half. I unloaded so much cum in her, almost 500ml, and I was so certain that she was pregnant. But it was cool, she had an IUD inserted, so we can have all the sex that we want. “HUURRR. HUUUURRR. HUUUURRR!!! SAY MY NAME! SAY MY NAME!” I yelled.
“MR OLYMPIA! MR OLYMPIA! MR OLYMPIA!“ she screamed, the orgasm taking over her.
“MAYBE. I. SHOULD CHANGE. MY NAME. TO JONATHAN. OLYMPIA!!! JONATHAN! OLYMPIA!”
“OHHHH FUCK! FUCK YEAH! MR OLYMPIA! AND I WILL BE….DANA OLYMPIA! MISS OLYMPIA! DANA OLYMPIA!”
What I tell ya. You gotta be there. Best sex I ever had.
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Good to see you back writing, I have enjoyed your storie Mr and Mrs Everest in the past and I really like what I see here! k+!
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Nice to see another story based on muscle inter sex competition. Hope there will be an actual challenge in future ones.
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Thanks for the kind words. I actually based Dana’s looks on this character called Mandi, in a female muscle comic strip called Mangled by Mandi. The artist made her look extremely ripped, gorgeous and sexy at the same time. Incredible muscle definition on Mandi made by the artist, with great symmetry and proportions. And she was one hell of a dominator. Not sure if i wanna make Dana a violent dominatrix, but in terms of the look, Dana is based on Mandi.
If anyone knows who is the artist of the comic strip, do reply here as I would love to check out his/her other works.
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CST (chrisshapes)
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Thanks UnholyDk for the answer.
Here is Chapter 2 everyone! Enjoy!
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Chapter 2
Back to the present. Enough with the flashbacks. Now where was I? Oh yes, I was in the Mr Olympia, just called out for the comparisons. And I was just destroying everyone. I was bigger, wider and more ripped than anyone on stage.
“Front double bicep,” the emcee announced.
I took a deep breath and gave my arms the biggest pump of their lives, flexing and unflexing until I was satisfied with the blood rushing into my muscles, before settling for a dynamic flex that brought my gigantic volleyball sized arms into a full hulk out, the short bicep peaks bursting from my flesh, the river of veins pulsating monstrously along my entire forearm, before traversing over the peaks and crossing my pumpkin-like deltoids. And not only my biceps were amazing, my abs and chest, despite being stretched by the raised arms, were still sporting sculptures of meat and definition, each muscle a block of chiselled perfection.
By now, I was so fucking turned on by my own sexy physique, I was sporting a 9-inch erection, jutting out from my posing trunks. I didn’t care, I was proud of my dick, and no judge can disqualify me for showing some big dick muscles. I was the greatest male specimen that had ever existed, and I was proud of showing off my assets. Heck, if they allowed me, I would have posed naked, courageously showing off my great vascular masculinity to the entire world. This was what it takes to be a REAL man: ripped muscles, handsome face, and a fucking huge cock! I had them all.
A few compulsory poses later, it was time for the back double bicep. I knew I owned this pose. I had what was known as the greatest back in history. I was at least two times wider than Ronnie Coleman, and at least two times thicker. My back had a demon’s face on it, that anime artists would be jealous of. Fuck, when I showed my back to the world in my first Mr Olympia, scientists were so fascinated by my shape that they had discovered 3 new back muscles along the many ripped lumps across my frame. My entire body was made into an anatomy chart, and now these charts lined the labs of almost every high school and college in America. Now, my anatomy chart worthy back was on full display in the Mr Olympia contest, and my, even then, I never looked better. They ought to start updating the anatomy charts again.
Finally, my favourite pose, the thighs and abdominals. Jay Cutler used to be my inspiration, but it was hard getting someone to be your inspiration when you had become miles better than him. I could stand side-by-side with Jay right now, and just destroy him…easily. So it was no wonder that whenever they call for a thighs and abdominals, I would always like to begin with Jay’s signature quad stomp. I shook my thighs to relax the muscles, before stomping my left foot on the floor, the sound of the thud sending shockwaves despite the cheering crowd. My quads were otherworldly, the twisting cable-striations perfectly separating every single muscle in the thigh, and its size just thicker than any man’s chest in the audience. Then, I folded my arms behind my head, and squeezed my midsection to reveal eight granite-chiselled abs, flanked by shark-gilled obliques and searing serratus muscles. “Hurrrrrrr!” I grunted. I could just feel the orgasms in the crowd, the pussies dripping with cum and ladies struggling to stay conscious. I was perfect.
It was no surprise when they announced my name as the champion, again, bagging my sixth Mr Olympia title. Considering I was just 27, and virtually, unstoppable, I would say I could easily surpass Ronnie Coleman’s record of Mr Olympia titles in no time. Heck, I could double it and become a legend in my own right, until another genetic freak of nature attempts to surpass me. As I went backstage with my trophy and medal, I was greeted by my girlfriend of one-year, supermodel Sienna Brooks. She just threw herself at me, running her beautifully painted hands over my sexy physique, and smothering my lips with kisses. She was one of the highest paid supermodels right now, specialising in swimsuits and nudes, making her name in Playboy, before appearing in multiple Sports Illustrated Swimsuit covers and spending four years in Victoria’s Secret. Fuck, she was so great at her job, people called her “The New Body”, after Elle Macpherson, the previous holder of “The Body”. Sienna had dirty blonde hair, sapphire blue eyes, luscious lips and a smile that could outshine the sun.
Sienna’s modelling measurements:
Weight: 132 pounds
Height: 5 foot 10
Bust size: 36 inches
Cup size: 34C
Waist size: 25 inches
Hip size: 35 inches
Pretty great shape for a supermodel, and she was just 26, but standing next to me, she was tiny. But she loved it. She loved muscular men. In fact, she had never dated a man which was not bodybuilding material. In high school, her first boyfriend was the champion sprinter in the state of Utah, and was pretty fit himself. Men came and asked her out, but if you don’t have the body, be prepared to make a fool of yourself. Because she would just shoot you down, if she deemed you not worthy of her time. After that, when she got into modelling, there were like half a dozen boyfriends, from underwear models to gymnasts to NPC Classic Physique champions. She was dating Neill Farber, winner of the Classic Physique category in the Arnolds, until I stole her from him. Yeah, it felt so good. Neill Farber could get any girl he wished, and had a body that men could only dreamed of, but when it came to me, he was a pathetic piece of crap. He had Arnold’s body, but Arnold was tiny compared to me.
I met Sienna at shortly after winning my fifth Olympia last year, when I was in the shape of my life and I had a steamy shoot with legend photographer Margaret Walker. It was a mixture of swimsuit and nude shots at the beach, and well, you know how it goes. We started off easy with a swimsuit photo, her wearing this skimpy monokini and and me with these tight fitting trunks that was just struggling to contain my thunderous thighs, but it was obvious she was unsettled. I was just too great a specimen for her. There was so much sexual tension in those shoots, which made the pictures even better because that was the entire concept. She just couldn’t take her hands off me. She was just caressing every inch of my body, from my pecs, to my eight pack and my mountainous back. And by the time we started stripping for the nude shots, she just lost it. My full on erect 9-inch cock with its vascularity and muscularity, was too much for her. She claimed she climaxed six times during the shoot. I could agree with her, cause I felt her cum dripping from her wet pussy. And I didn’t even penetrate her. I was lying if I said I didn’t enjoy the smothering, caressing and sucking her cute pink nipples. Running my finger along her smooth silky, million dollar skin, her bouncy ass and throbbing clit, it was the best feeling in the world. By the end of the shoot, we were full on making out. And that night, we spent the entire time having sex. And she was good at it. Me, as usual, I was “mind-blowingly phenomenal”, in her words. Eventually, she had to break up with Neill because I gave her everything he couldn’t. And that was the start of our relationship.
Neill was jealous, of course, and he confronted me at the Chicago Pro a few months later. What can I say, he was angry and that helped his hulking out. Any regular guy would get crushed by him. But when I took off my shirt, that was when the tables turned. I was only gonna get bigger with each contest, at by that time I was bigger than all my previous shapes. Sienna could only hide behind me when Neill stormed towards me, but as I threw my custom made jacket onto the floor, he turned into a petrified mouse. I was a foot taller, two feet wider, and much more muscular in every aspect. When I went up against his personal space, everyone could see the difference in size. It was like David and Goliath, but I was bigger than Goliath. I could destroy Goliath any day, and squash David’s head in with my bear hands. As for Neill, I too was gonna crush him, and I lift 240 pounds with one arm on the bicep curls. Neill was at 220 pounds, and I could have easily grabbed his neck and smashed him across the room. When he backed away grudgingly, I did a front double bicep, just to rub it in his face. Sienna could’t resist and we straight on made out in front of him. It felt good, it felt powerful…showing off how unbelievably huge I was in front of another champion bodybuilder, stealing his girlfriend, and kissing her in front of him. And there was nothing he could do about it. I was a bully, and I loved it. Back in the present, after winning my sixth Olympia, it felt almost the same, caressing the same supermodel girlfriend. My supermodel girlfriend.
“Ooooh you are so amazing out there! So sexy and ripped! So huge! The other competitors didn’t stand a chance…oooohhh,” she went on to feel my hard pecs, “They looked pathetic!”
“I know darling. I didn’t know why are they wasting their time. Their second place winner, Tyson York said last week that I was 100% beatable. Ha! What a joke! Imma smoke what he’s smokin!” I said, flexing my biceps for my bombshell girlfriend.
“Wow! So haaaard! Hug me babe, and never let go! I need the protection of your suuuuper strong mmmmuscles!”
I laughed. I bent down and grabbed a barbell lying around, approximately 44 pounds. It was super light for me, but I wanted to demonstrate how strong I was to Sienna, she loved that. In almost no effort at all, I twisted that barbell into a lump of tangled metal, like bending a clothes hanger. I could see how turned on Sienna was from that feat of strength.
“Oh fuck me!” she said.
“Hi, congratulations, Jonathan.”
I turned round. It was Dana, fresh from just being announced Miss Olympia for the fourth time just hours earlier. She was sporting a plain white posing suit, but she didn’t need no sparkles or fancy bikinis to show that she too, was unstoppable in her own class. Walking towards me, she had arms and shoulders like prime Phil Heath, and a V-taper like Chris Bumstead. Strutting her way towards me, I couldn’t help but feel amazed at her muscle development in the past year. Like me, she was only growing ever bigger and more ripped every year, a genetic goddess in her own right.
“Oh hi Dana. Congratulations to you too! I was watching you in the Miss Olympia just now…you just dominated!” I complimented, awkward as one of my “friends with benefits” was now face-to-face with my current girlfriend.
However, despite us sleeping together just over a year ago in the last Olympia (we made it a habit to sleep with each other every time we meet in a contest), Dana played it really cool.
“I know honey, I was invincible, wasn’t I?” she said, showing off her right bicep, which was as big as a shot put.
I was a bit uneasy…why was she flexing? She knew how much it turned me on.
“Hi, wow, you look great!” Sienna complimented Dana. “And that is one huge bicep! You look bigger than some of the men here.”
“I know honey, and thank you. I feel big, honey. And I love to embarrass the men!” Dana jutted her hips to one side, showing off those Olympia winning glutes, before going into a low bicep flex. “I’m Dana by the way.”
“I’m Sienna. Wow, those are huge! Can I touch them?” Sienna asked.
“Sure, but your boyfriend’s muscles are wayyyy bigger…”
Sienna giggled. I noticed the twitch in her body, and electric-like sensation, as she felt that nice hard bulge on Dana’s arm. “Well, he is ripped. But I haven’t seen muscles this ripped on a girl before…”
“Why you poor thing. You just missed out on some of the purest beauty on this Earth,” Dana quipped.
“Well, you are beautiful. If you weren’t a bodybuilder, I think modelling agencies would be scrambling for your signature. I mean, not that bodybuilders, can’t, I mean…” Sienna fumbled, realising that she may have said something rude to Dana.
“Don’t worry honey. It’s true. Many agents have approached me, saying how gorgeous my face was, but the muscles just don’t work for them. Don’t worry, I make enough money modelling for bodybuilding photoshoots.”
“Wow, good for you. I think muscles on a girl look…awesome. And yours are like the biggest.”
“Thank you, honey. Well, I am big. And muscles don’t get bigger than mine.”
“I’m sorry, but you don’t take, you know…”
I realised what Sienna was trying to ask. And I gave her a nudge just to stop her from talking, and offending Dana.
“Oh no sweetie. You mean steroids right? No, no. These babies,” Dana went into a hands-on-waist most muscular, “are pure hard work and genetics.”
“Shit…that’s amazing…”
“If you’re interested honey, why don’t you come by the hotel gym tomorrow morning? I can show you some serious bodybuilding tips for women,” Dana said.
“Really? That would be great! I have always been a gym bunny, cause I’m a supermodel and all that, but most of my workouts are mainly cardio, aerobics and yoga.”
“Well then honey, weight training will change your life!”
With that, Dana blew us a kiss and went back to her management team. I didn’t utter much during their entire conversation, because it was so weird.
“Did you just hit on Dana Olsen?” I asked Sienna.
“Aww, no babe, that’s just how we girls talk.”
“Really?”
“Aww, c’mon, are you jealous babe?” Sienna teased.
“Me? Jealous? No…” I denied.
Sienna giggled. “No worries, babe. You’re still my number one favourite bodybuilder.” And she pecked me on the cheek.
One part of me wanted to stop her from going to meet Dana tomorrow, but heck, I wasn’t gonna give up on my girlfriend lifting serious weights. I mean, that was my fetish dream come true! A girlfriend with some serious muscle. Dana changed my perspective on how I viewed female muscle, but I didn’t manage to get into a relationship with her because of the distance. I lived in beachside LA, while Dana was all the way on the other side of the country in Miami. But with Sienna interested in muscles, I did admit I was a bit excited. Maybe Dana could get her interested, and Sienna would sign up for a gym back home. There was a concern though.
“Babe, you serious about this weight training thing? What if you get hooked, and you gain some serious muscle? Would that not be right for your modelling job?”
“Oh please babe. What do those guys know? I’m good at my job, I’m gorgeous and honestly, I’m tired of high fashion. I’m ready for something different. Maybe I can be a fitness model…”
“And you just thought of this…now?”
“Nope, I have been thinking about it ever since I met you and got sucked into your world. These bodybuilder girls, they look awfully sexy! Bikini, wellness, figure, fitness, physique…and bodybuilding…oh my God! Meeting Dana just convinced me!”
“Wow, didn’t know you felt that way.”
“Mmhmm…and plus, if my modelling agency doesn’t want me ‘cause I’m too ‘muscular’, then hell with them. I can join bodybuilding full time, and make a name for myself, just like you.”
“Well, babe, it’s not that easy though. It takes a lot of dedication, and sacrifice,” I said.
“Oh, I know babe. I’ve seen your lifestyle. Question is, do you even know me?”
“Yeah, I do, you are a dedicated and hard-working girl.”
“Yes, I am,” Sienna said, and pecked me on the cheek.
“But okay, I just need to come clean with you. Since now you’re gonna meet Dana…”
“You slept with her before didn’t you?”
“What the fuck? How did you know?” I blurted, shocked.
“Ha! I can feel the sexual tension when you guys were talking. What was it? Were you two dating?”
“Nope, just you know, we just sleep with each other. I was Mr Olympia, she was Miss Olympia…it’s a fetish you know.”
“Ahhh, I see, so you love super ripped muscular girls…don’t you?” Sienna teased, with a smirk at the corner of her lips. “Good to know.”
I blushed. I wasn’t giving her any ideas, was I?
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Great to see more, as always good writing. Good flow and pacing, with nice descriptions. Can't wait for more soon.
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Hope she will outmuscle him. Great story
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Good story. I like that fact that the male protaganist is a buff bodybuilder and not some skinny dude.
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Hey everyone, this next chapter comes in an omniscient third person perspective so do enjoy. The rest of the story will be like that, a mix of first person perspective in the form of our buff male protagonist, with that of an third person perspective from an omniscient story teller. Cuz for some scenes, our protagonist wouldn’t be there to tell the story.
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Chapter 3
Sienna pushed open the glass doors that were the hotel gym. It was a classic gym, with all the regular equipments and all. But seeing how much her boyfriend bodybuilder, Jonathan, could lift, this gym was totally unimpressive. But for any other bodybuilder, it was pretty much acceptable, what more for a lifting debutante like her.
She eyed Dana on the stairmaster, sexily focused, her ripped body snugly stuffed under what could easily have been an XXL-sized hoodie, and even then, her muscles were threatening to rip it apart. She sported a pair of orange sports knickers, which showed off a powerfully built set of glutes, and the Olympia winning thighs and calves. Seriously, her calves looked like a football (or rugby ball) stuffed in there. Her shoes looked too small trying to support her massive 240 pound muscular frame. That was only her contest weight. Off season, she was a whopping 280 pounds. Dana’s thighs were larger than Sienna’s waist, the calves thicker than Sienna’s arms and Dana’s arms larger than Sienna’s thighs. There were three other guys in the gym, two of whom Sienna recognised from the Classic Physique category, and another who finished like 7th place in the Mr Olympia Men’s Bodybuilding, one of her boyfriends’ competitors from the night before. All 3 men couldn’t keep their eyes off the stunningly slim and gorgeous supermodel. Well, Sienna always had an inclination for flair. Today, she was wearing a black Adidas sports bra, with matching hot-pants.
Dana stepped off the stairmaster once she saw Sienna approaching. They both gave each other a kiss, Dana’s soft luscious lips grazing Sienna’s million dollar silky cheeks, before diving straight into work.
“I’m glad you came Sienna. This is a fairly average gym, but it will have to do. Lemme just take this off, it’s getting a bit stuffy in here,” and with that, Dana swiftly removed her hoodie, revealing a tiny yellow sports bra, and more importantly, a hulking muscular physique, right before Sienna’s eyes. It wasn’t just Dana’s rippling muscles that turned her on, it was the way she presented and unveiled them, they way she oozed so much pride, sexuality and vanity in her hard-earned physique.
This made the other three guys in the gym look, but they immediately went back to their own workouts. They knew Dana outmuscled them by a mile, even the Mr Olympia competitor knew he was beat, so they didn’t dare mess with her. Dana, oblivious to the attention she was gaining, casually tied her hair up in a high ponytail, her biceps playfully twisting and twitching above her beefy wide lats.
“So Sienna, what are your goals?” Dana asked.
Sienna snapped out of her trance. “Um…sorry, ummm…I want to build muscle.”
“Why do you want to build muscle?”
“Because muscles are sexy!”
“Yes, they are, especially if they are on a woman. Even better when you have a face that could grace the cover of fashion magazines. Nothing sexier than a goddess with muscles,” Dana said, twisting into a ¾ back pose. Her sports bra was tiny, thus they did little to conceal the Grand Canyon of a back that Dana was obviously showing off. “What type of bodybuilder you wanna be? Bikini, fitness, wellness, figure, physique, or straight up bodybuilding?”
“Definitely bodybuilding,” Sienna blurted.
“Awesome, you are now looking at the best female bodybuilder there is. But I have to warn you, bodybuilding is not just a hobby, it’s a lifestyle. There are the thousands of hours hurling yourself in the gym, lifting insane amount of weights that men could only dream of lifting, the strict diet, and the mental resilience needed to achieve this bodily perfection. Of course, if you have perfect genetics like me, you get to fucking pwn the competition. So are you ready to change your life, Sienna?” Dana said, now shifting into a classic thighs and abdominals. “And yes, you can touch them.”
Sienna, with trembling fingers, ran her hands all over Dana’s Goddess-like eight pack, each individual muscle a fucking piece of rock that could crush any bone in the fist that was stupid enough to punch them, before tracing the sexy separation that came between each granite sculpted muscle. She had worshipped Jon’s abs countless times, but feeling them on a woman was…unreal. How can someone so gracefully gorgeous, achieve something so powerfully strong and perfect?
“Yes, Dana, I am ready,” Sienna replied, her voice only emanating conviction.
“Awesome, now let’s get started. First, supplementation,” Dana reached for her bag and pulled out two shaker bottles, filled with a clear greenish juice. “This is regular pre-workout. Simple but essential. We need all the energy we can get in order to crush those heavy ass weights. And trust me, when I say we lift heavy, we lift fucking heavy! I do 500 pound bench presses for reps, and squat at least 625 pounds. That’s as much as Ronnie Coleman, if not more. You wanna be a bodybuilder, you better be the best, and I’m giving you at least a year to exactly match my lifts, because lifts don’t get any much heavier than mine. Do you understand that?” Dana commanded.
“Yes, Dana.”
“Right, and after every set, I like to psych myself up by giving a full flex of the muscle in the mirror. I want you to do that for every set as well, do you hear me? There is nothing more powerful than a pumped up flex, and nothing more motivational than seeing your muscles hulk out from all that power. It will do so much for your confidence, can you do that?”
“Yes, Dana.”
“Now let’s start.” After a quick warm up session, Dana led Sienna over to the bench press. The Mr Olympia competitor from last night was blasting out a set of 8, with a 365 pound barbell.
“You almost done there Tyrone?”
“Yeah, last set. Go ahead Dana,” Tyrone said. He was wearing a stringer tank top that showed most of his well-developed chest, shoulders and arms. 7th place he may have gotten, but he was still one of the best bodybuilders in the world. But standing next to Dana, even when she wasn’t at all pumped after a workout like him, Tyrone was just absolutely outmuscled. Dana had better symmetry, better definition, and all around better mass. Considering Dana was as tall as him, the comparison was much more jarring. She was easily sporting at least 20 pounds of muscle more than him, and that is just at the least. This could go up to 30. She was wider, she was thicker, her shoulders were much higher, her abs much more solid, her legs were tree trunks and his were like lamp posts, and her arms, fuck her arms…just pure muscle. The best part was, Dana was only 26 years old, and Tyrone was 36. This Tyrone guy was like a Dexter Jackson, but Dana was already comparable to Phil Heath and Arnold.
When Tyrone left the bench for the girls, Dana smirked behind his back.
“Tsk tsk tsk,” shaking her head, “365 pounds for a bench press? Pathetic! That’s lighter than my warm up set.” She grabbed two 45 pound plates and added one to each side, totalling 455 pounds. “This is my real warm up. Now watch and learn, honey.”
Dana churned out 20 perfect reps with relative ease, grunting and moaning with every lift, before jumping off the bench to strike a dynamic side chest, the striated pecs bursting from her flesh. It was a wonder how her tiny sports bra could still hold on because she just looked like she could just flex out of that thing.
“Your turn,” Dana said. “But of course, since it is your first day, we don’t want any injuries. Why don’t we start off with 88 pounds.”
“What??? 88 pounds??? Are you insane?” Sienna protested.
“See that is the type of attitude that I don’t want around here. Do it now or leave. I don’t care.”
Sienna obeyed. She positioned herself in the bench, with Dana correcting her form here and there, and she took a deep breath.
“Give me 6 reps. I will spot you,” Dana said.
Sienna took another deep breath and pushed the barbell off the rack. That moment when she benched her first rep, she suddenly felt a rush that she had never felt before. Her pupils dilated, and she could feel a river of power coursing through her veins. Her nipples hardened and she could feel her clit throbbing. It was like an euphoria she could not describe. With that, she pumped out a second rep, then a third, then a fourth, and before she even knew it, she was crushing that 88 pound barbell like it was nothing. She finally ended when she reached failure at 16 reps, more than double that Dana asked for.
“Holy fuck Sienna! You just crushed that! You look like a natural! Now give me a good old side chest!”
Sienna saw Jon do that many times over the course when they were dating, so she had a pretty good idea what a side chest was. She bent her forward thigh and flexed it, before grasping her wrist and twisting her torso to face the mirror. She was still that same slim supermodel, but when observing closely, she could just feel the pump in her chest. Maybe subtle, but she sure believed it.
“Very good. You ARE a natural,” Dana complimented. “Now my turn. Help me load this bar up to 500 pounds. We are gonna do some serious lifting.”
“I wanna try 100 pounds next,” Sienna said, still admiring herself in the mirror.
“Sure, whatever you say. Again, just don’t injure yourself. What is light for me may not be light for you.”
“I know, but 88 was really nothing. I want a challenge. I need to get ripped! Now gimme those heavy ass weights!”
After their workout, a few more sets of bench presses, cable flys, dumbbell flys, incline and decline bench presses, Dana poured each of them a nice dose of protein before teaching her about some basic muscle building nutrition.
“Good. Now, I’m sure you’re flying back home tomorrow, so we only have one session today. You live in Los Angeles right?”
“Yes.”
“Actually, I have recently moved there two weeks ago. I didn’t manage to give Jon a call, ‘cause I was busy with the Olympia prep and all. But the reason I moved there is because I opened a women’s only gym, just a few blocks from Venice Beach. It’s called Goddess Generation. Come by everyday, and I will groom you into the best female bodybuilder the world has ever seen, besides me of course.” Dana said.
“Oh wow, you would do that for me?”
“Yes, you have amazing potential! You were a beast today! I had never seen someone so crazy about lifting before. You look pumped already.”
Sienna gazed at herself in the mirror. Working out never felt so good. It was like some part of her decided to switch on and turn into this bodybuilding machine. If she kept this up, she would be massively ripped like Dana in no time at all. That, was definitely an exciting prospect.
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Amazing story so far. You're one of the best writers ever!
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Great stuff!! Really looking forward to more :D
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Oh this is great! Can't wait for the girls to dwarf John and for Sienna to surpass her master~
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Thanks, everyone, for the kind comments. On to the next chapter!
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Chapter 4
“Wait what? You are withholding sex for the next 6 months???” I knew my tone was a bit loud, but I just couldn’t believe the absurdity I just heard.
“Yes babe. I’ll be staying in my own mansion downtown. It’s been two weeks since I started working out, and I’ve been making huge gains,” Sienna said. That, I agree. It was two weeks since she started training with Dana, and already, she was sporting as much muscle as Figure competitors like An Da Jeong and Nicole Wilkins. Her shoulders were capped, her V-taper was phenomenal, and I could already see the feathering in her glutes. For the first time in her life, she had abs, maybe just a four-pack for now, but the hardness and definition in them was such a turn-on for me. Maybe, just maybe, she was genetically gifted, like me and Dana. Speaking of Dana, I was ecstatic when I found out she moved over to LA. Maybe we could pick up where we left off, and knowing Sienna, she wouldn’t mind a threesome with Dana because I had seen the way my girlfriend looked at her. She wanted that Miss Olympia pussy as much as me.
“But you can’t possibly expect me to go sexless for six whole months, can you? Look at me. I’m a fucking testosterone machine! My sex drive is off-the-charts. I NEED SEX!” I pleaded.
Sienna leaned over to my side of the bed in our beautiful beachfront home overlooking the Pacific Ocean. She pecked me on the cheek. “I know babe. Maybe…you know, you can masturbate for the time being?”
“I do that all the time. But it’s nothing compared to sex with you.”
“Aww, that’s sweet,” she paused, “Okay. I can’t believe I’m saying this. Alright, if you need sex that badly, I will give you permission to fuck other women.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “What? Sienna. Okay, I know I used to be a playboy, fuck around with dozens of women a month. I’m a dick, I know. But in a relationship, I don’t do that. I have principles. Besides, don’t you think it’s a little toxic?”
“Well, I don’t want to deprive you of your sexual needs.”
“Just fuck me. What’s so hard about that?” I demanded desperately.
“No. I am on the verge of achieving one of the greatest bodies in history. I am gifted. Dana said so. And you said so. I guarantee you, in six months, I will be one of the most ripped bodybuilders in the world. And when that time comes, I want you to be amazed by it. I want you to be mesmerised by it. I want you to yearn for it. I know you love muscular women, and so, when I achieve that, I want you to fuck me like there’s no tomorrow. You won’t have that feeling if you’re fucking me everyday, right?” Sienna explained.
On one hand, I knew it was true. There is nothing sexier than a transformed woman, showing off her hard-earned muscular body to the world for the first time. The way she would undress herself, the way she would tease me, oh I wanted that. I was getting a boner just thinking about it.
Sienna noticed the bulge under the sheets. She grinned. “It looks like someone approves…”
I smiled, in gracious defeat. “Alright. But you better be goddamn ripped by the time that happens! More ripped than Dana even!”
“Oh babe, with the way I’m progressing, I will be the most ripped woman to have ever lived,” she said, running her hands over my massive chest for the last time in 6 months.
“Just one last question though,” I asked, as Sienna got out of bed to put on her sports hoodie and track bottoms, which she claimed would be her default outfit for the next 6 months. It would be interesting to see her fit from an M now, to an L to an XL, then XXL and then borrow my custom made hoodies when this was all over. “Wouldn’t you get worried if I suddenly meet a girl that eventually breaks us up?”
“Oh babe,” Sienna giggled, “don’t be silly. When you see me in 6 months, no girl will ever be a match for me. You will literally die for me. You’ll see.”
And with that, she grabbed her sports bag, downed a bottle of pre-workout, and headed out for the first of two workout sessions per day in Dana’s women-only gym.
After a big breakfast (me cooking myself a large bowl of brown rice, a 500 gram rib-eye, Caesar salad, a mug of almonds and my daily dose of protein shake), I headed out to the beach for some sunbathing. It was a great sunny day, and seeing it was the weekend, it was crowded. I usually don’t wear any clothes over my body for this purpose, because I just loved strutting around in my muscular frame. Even though it was off season, I was still ripped as hell. I know bodybuilders would look super bulky during this off-season, but not me. My genetics gave me the gift of leanness all year round. Wearing my Ray-bans, with a breezy crew-cut, and wearing only a pair of swimming trunks barely holding together over my massive glutes and hero of a dick, I was drawing gazes everywhere. From bikini chicks, to kids building sandcastles, and men playing volleyball, they just couldn’t keep their eyes off me. It wasn’t everyday they get to see the most muscular human being to have ever lived strutting his stuff over a random LA beach. I eventually decided to lay my beach towel over a more crowded area of the beach, just to bask in the attention. I had no problems covering my front and legs with sunscreen, but my back was too fucking huge, and I needed the help. I looked around to see who I would want to help me, and I eyed a bevy of ladies, in tiny bikinis, sunbathing over a couple of lounge chairs.
There were 3 of them, and they looked extremely sexy. They couldn’t be older than 25. One of them was perfectly blonde, wearing a tiny fluorescent yellow microkini, showing off a very ample set of boobs and an even bouncier ass. The second was a rather tan-skinned brunette, sporting a scandalous sling bikini, with a belly-piercing over her navel. The third girl was what I would assume Latino, emanating a sort of Sofia Vergara vibe, but that didn’t distract me from the fact she was wearing a sexy bandeau bikini and matching Brazilian bottoms, her expensively painted nails glistening in the sun.
“Hello ladies. What brings you to this lovely Californian beach today?” I greeted.
They obviously noticed my hulking shadow blotting out their sun. They looked up and just like that, they were entranced. One of them even choked on her milkshake. And with that, I turned what could potentially be a group of prom queens and head cheerleaders into a couple of insecure little girls.
“I’m sorry,” the choking blonde girl said, trying to compose herself, “wow, I’m sorry, ahem, yes, I’m Stella.”
“I’m Marina,” said the Latino girl.
“And I’m Cassie,” the brunette said.
I gave each of them a kiss on their hands, just like the charming “gentleman” that I was. “You girls look amazing today.”
“I’m sorry, are you, um…you look very familiar,” asked Stella.
“Are you kidding, this is Jonathan Cox, sexiest man alive like in forever!” Cassie interjected.
“Ahh yes, in the flesh,” I said, giving my movie-star smile.
“Oh wow, you just look…” Marina was entranced, “…so big.”
“I feel big, girl,” I bragged, before giving a quick pec bounce that made all of them swoon.
“Congrats on winning the Mr Olympia the other day,” Cassie said.
“Thank you. Didn’t know you follow the Olympias.”
“Oh, just for you of course. I’m like…your biggest fan. I even follow you on Insta****. When I was in like high school, I had like a collection of fitness magazines with you on the cover. Oh my God, I didn’t just say that, this is embarrassing.”
“No worries, Cassie. It feels good meeting a fan. But you said high school like I’m some old dude. I’m barely 28. I’m not that much older than you girls,”I said.
“Oh, well, we just graduated from college. UCLA. We are part of the Chi Beta Chi sorority,” Marina explained.
“Ahhh congratulations for graduating.”
“Oh my God, you just look so…can I touch your muscles?” Stella asked. She was direct. I like it.
“Sure you can! As a matter of fact, I was looking for someone to help me put this sunscreen on my back. Maybe all three of you can come. My back is pretty huge,” I said.
Stella was eagerly jumping off her chair when Cassie tried to stop her, whispering, “But Stella, you have a boyfriend.”
“I’m sorry, did I just hear you say you have a boyfriend?” I asked.
“Yeah,” Stella said. “We all do. They’re over there, playing volleyball.”
“Oh I see,” I observed the group of guys, a few hundred yards away, giving off frat vibes. “No biggie. It will just take a while. Something for the fans, you know.”
Of course, they gave in. I was irresistible. And I was sure you guys know where this was heading.
I laid on my beach towel, back facing up, as the girls, with trembling manicured fingers, starting rubbing my thick bulging back with sunscreen.
“Oh fuck, your muscles, oh my God.”
“So hard.”
“I’ve never felt anything like it.”
I decided to tense some of my muscles, just to harden it for them. Of course, they loved it. “Don’t forget my legs and glutes too ladies.”
Stella folded up my briefs to reveal a pumpkin-striated gluteus maximus. She was all over them. Cassie just couldn’t handle my legs, she was just running her hands up and down my calves and hamstrings for no reason at all.
“Oh my God, I can’t even wrap both my hands around your calf muscles.”
“Those are called gastrocnemius muscles. Mine are 27 inches thick.”
“Shit, that’s even bigger than my waist!”
“Of course, I’m huge!”
“Oh my God, that is just so sexy!” Marina said.
Girls, girls, you gotta calm your tits, I thought to myself.
“What the FUCK is going on here???”
The girls stopped what they were doing. Oops, busted.
“Brad, baby,” Stella said, “it’s not what you think.”
“What the fuck? Were you like worshipping this dude’s body or something?”
There were more parts in that argument, but I don’t really remember. I heard three male voices, but they all sounded equally douchey. The other two guys’ names were Chad and Troy. But I had enough. I got up from my towel and stood there in all my glory. I didn’t have to flex or puff up my chest. I just stood there relaxed and even then, I was almost three times the size of the biggest guy there, Brad. He was obviously an athlete, maybe a football player or basketball player. In fact all three of them were, with some meat here and there but that was it. And obviously they had to be a bit good-looking to even be going out with Stella, Marina and Cassie. But I was a different kind of man. I was the ultimate man. I may just be a few inches taller, but the rest of my body: I was ripped, I was wide, I was thick, I was strong. I was all muscle. Pure muscle. And all mass, all size. I could easily grab each of them by the neck, one in each arm, and strike the third guy with an easy kick. A kick, with my Olympia winning thighs and calves that were proven to be bigger than the waists of half the world’s population. I leg press 2300 pounds for reps. So imagine the amount of force in those powerful legs of mine could generate. I could break their ribs with on kick. Chad was holding a baseball bat, metallic. I gestured for him to hit me, right in the abs.
He hesitated.
“Do it! Or I will smash your head in with my hands!”
He did it. And he didn’t hold back. But of course, nothing happened. My abs were pure steel. The entire baseball bat was crooked after the impact. I snatched it from Chad’s grip and twisted the bat into a ball of metal, my muscles rippling as I did so. But that didn’t mean it was difficult. It was like bending a crowbar. Oh wait, bending a crowbar may not be the easiest thing for some people. Oh well, I couldn’t think of anything easier for me. I could hear gasps from the girls as I performed the feat, but at the corner of my eye, I saw that they weren’t gasps of horror, they were gasps of awe. They must be cumming in those tiny bikini bottoms of theirs.
But I wasn’t done yet.
I went over to a hotdog cart a few yards away. I knew the seller, seeing how frequently I came to this beach. “Sorry, Carlos, just tryna teach some college boys a lesson.”
Carlos, the hotdog seller, didn’t even try to stop me. I got down into a squat, and positioned my hands underneath the cart. And with one swift move, I stood back up, and lifted the entire hotdog cart over my head.
“Huuuurrrrrrr!”
This time, I can guarantee the girls were climaxing as I did this, and the guys, let’s just say they’d be peeing their pants right now.
“Now you boys better get the fuck out of my sight and leave these girls alone, before I smash this cart right in your face!” I threatened.
The guys scrambled out of my sight, not before the girls shouting “It’s over!” And “We’re done” to them, signifying their breakup.
I lowered the cart back onto the ground. Carlos was still speechless, the mustard bottle in his hand still emptying its contents onto a hotdog, but was now dripping all over the floor. Much like the pee in his pants.
“Sorry Carlos. No harm done. Do me a favour, buy everyone on this beach here a hotdog. On me. I’ll send you a check tomorrow.”
I returned to my tiny sorority girl fan club. They were definitely mine tonight.
“Mmm…my hero…” Stella said, wrapping her arms around my huge biceps, her fingers feeling the throbbing veins that crossed them.
“So much strength…so much power…” Marina said, pulling me into a hug, her hands running all over my massive pecs, abs and back.
I felt a pinch over my butt. “Mmm…I can do whatever I want, because from now on, you will protect me,” Cassie said.
I decided to amuse them by going into a full front double bicep. They went wild. They were literally fighting with each other just to get a feel of my powerful arms, with its full on peak and vascularity. Then I went into a thighs and abdominals, and they just swarmed over me like bees over honey.
“Ladies, why don’t we go back to my place and we can have a LOT more fun together.”
“Oh yes, please! Fuck yes!”
I carried them over to my beachside mansion. Stella on my right arm, Marina on my left, and Cassie piggybacking over me. Not long after I unlocked the doors, a cab pulled over my lawn and two more bikini-clad girls came knocking. They were friends of the three girls, Stella must have texted them to come over. Such a generous girl…willing to share her new man with her friends. The new girls were Brianna and Madison. I brought them all over to my private gym downstairs, my place of work, my art studio, where I sculpt my body into the ripped muscular masterpiece that it was. Regular gyms hate me. I lift super heavy, and when I train, I use every single plate available in that gym, till the other customers had nothing to work out with. So I might as well train alone, in my own personal gym, with all the heaviest weights that I want.
“Girls, there are only two rules in my gym. One. All of you must sweat. I will sweat. No sweat, no sex. Secondly, no clothes, underwear, shoes or swimsuits in my gym. Everyone must be NAKED!”
It was easy.They immediately stripped, showing a generous amount of boobs, nipples and pussies. I too ripped off my trunks to reveal my full 9 inch erect manliness.
“Holy fuck! That is huge!” Marina said.
“That’s the biggest cock I had ever seen on any man, ever!” Madison declared.
“Well girls, I am not like any man. I am the ULTIMATE MAN. Ripped, handsome, sexy, and most importantly, my dick is huge!”
They swarmed over to have a taste of my dick. First come, first served. Cassie won that race, and she was deep throating me like no tomorrow. With a girl sucking over my dick, I felt like a champ. And with that, I went into another front double bicep, just to bask in my glory. The other girls just had to be content with worshipping the rest of my body.
“Wait, what did I say about rule number 1?” I teased. “No sweat, no sex. Now all of you girls work your asses off till you’re all soaking wet, then we fuck!”
Each of the girls went over the machines…most of them did cardio on the treadmills, stationary bikes and stairmasters. But Cassie was still not willing to let go of my dick, so I had to grab her hair, and pull her off like pulling off a lice.
“Don’t disobey me Cassie,” I said.
Like a slave girl she dropped down and did a set of pushups. Oh my God, these girls were like the queens of their college, the pinnacle of the social ladder, and now I turned them into mere slaves with my amazing body.
I did a warm-up set with 600 pound barbells on the bench press, cranking out 20 reps like nothing. After 20 minutes, I was starting to get soaked, completing my 900 pound actual set, finishing off 8 perfect reps. Of course, turning up the heater did make sweating all the more easier. I need my sex too.
By then, all the girls were as sweaty as I was. Satisfied, I went to the centre of the room, and called them all over. Like a pride of hungry lionesses, they just devoured me, our naked sweaty bodies, rubbing against each other, worshipping each other. I remember taking Stella’s nipples into my mouth, before sucking on Cassie’s pussy. Then I grabbed Marina’s beautifully painted foot, and stuffed them into my mouth, delicately sucking on each toe, even taking the time to remove her toe ring with my lips. Madison and Brianna both had their butts kissed by me, licking the saltiness of their sweat off the butt cheeks.
Eventually I had to continue my workout, but they just wouldn’t let go. So I let them join me. I was working with a 900 pound barbell on the bench press, so I placed Stella and Cassie on either side of the barbell, their butts sitting over the massive amount of weights. As I benched, churning out 13 reps on my final set, I had Marina engulfing my dick with her vagina, all the while humping and licking my chiselled eight-pack, as Brianna and Madison worshipped my pumping chest, showering me with kisses and hickies. While working out, I could make out from the corner of my eye, cum dripping onto the floor from both sides of the barbell. Wow, girls, keep it together.
Then, on to the squats. This time 1200 pounds. Even the bar was bending due to the sheer weight it was holding. This time, I had Brianna and Madison sitting on either side of the barbell with their bare butts. While I squatted the 1200 pounds plus two girls, I had Stella giving me a blowjob, while Marina and Cassie worshipped my powerfully muscular legs.
Eventually, I had to give them all what they want. I asked them to line up horizontally, all in doggy position, and one by one, I started fucking them until I ejaculated into each of their pussies. Even that was not enough. We ended with some classic sex, and I fucked every one of them for hours into the night. We didn’t even have to eat. Our cum kept us satiated. I was shooting almost a pint of cum into each of their vaginas, and by the end of the day, I was pretty sure they were pregnant. But with my energy, I could still go on till the next morning. But the girls passed out shortly after dusk. No one could handle my libido. Whatever happens tomorrow morning, they better get some pretty fucking good birth control.
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My my what a hunk.
Can't wait to see how Sienna turns into. :clap:
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I hope he manages to get back into a good relationship with Sienna and Dana. This is an amazing beginning and I'm looking forward to where you take it!
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Chapter 5
It was a month since Sienna started working out. Entering the halls of Dana’s women-only gym, Goddess Generation, she was psyched. It was a cube-shaped warehouse by the beach, but state of the art, with dozens of treadmills and even more sophisticated weight machines. Giant pictures of Dana Olsen hung from the ceilings, all in her compulsory poses when she won her first Olympia. Back when Sienna stepped inside the gym for the first time, her eyes immediately went to those gorgeously ripped muscles on the gorgeously attached face of the youngest Miss Olympia in history. What better way to inspire your patrons than to put up pictures of yourself, a champion bodybuilder, flexing your massive, hard, jacked physique for all to see. And it was effective. Seeing that, Sienna never felt so pumped for a workout in her entire life. Whenever she felt exhausted, all she had to do was look up at those posters and she would be on the edge of creaming herself, spurring her on to build a body like that as well, so that she could flex and admire her muscles every single day. Dana’s man-shaming biceps, those gigantic quads, that shredded eight pack, that mountainous rocky back…Sienna wanted them so badly. And she wanted Jonathan to worship her badly as well, that hard-earned body of hers. He always loved it when she worshipped his body, now she wanted to feel that euphoria for herself too.
Besides Sienna, Dana’s gym had its own effect on the population of LA women. Goddess Generation seemed to attract the fittest and most passionate women bodybuilders in the city too. IFBB pros visited frequently, and even amateur bodybuilders. Because it was an all ladies’ gym, nudity was allowed, but not mandatory. Dana loved working out nude, and she encouraged all women to bare it all as well. Her philosophy was, “You are an artist, a sculptor of a masterpiece. To achieve your masterpiece, you need to see what you have made. Show it off, you deserved it.” And this was well-received by the ladies. Not only do the posters attract Sienna, she had the opportunity to be inspired by the fellow gym goers as well, all showing off their raw muscular power and ripped marble sculptures in all their nudity. And there weren’t many beginners or half-hearted patrons around. In fact, it seemed that Sienna was the least experienced when it came to weight training. But most of the bigger girls, and Dana herself, had been very welcoming and encouraging. That, and for the fact that Sienna was earning an unprecedented amount of respect for her beast-like mentality when lifting and her perfect genetics, which allowed her to make exceptional gains for the past month. There was a mural painted in bright colourful letters on one of the walls, “Lift like a beast, flex like a queen, live like a beauty.” She was clearly abiding by it to the core.
When Sienna first arrived, she had a brief measurement of her muscle size. She was 136 pounds, 5 foot 10, with 11 inch arms, 36 inch chest and 20 inch thighs. But don’t let her size fool you. By the end of the first week, she was already lifting 25 pound dumbbells on the concentration curls and doing 150 pound squats, already surpassing her own body weight. And she was progressing at a rapid rate that impressed even Dana, possibly the greatest female bodybuilder of all time. She was now as big as an off-season women’s physique competitor, like Shannon Courtney (the FBB, not the boxer), Brooke Walker or Katie Lee. She weighed like 175 pounds, her arms were now 16 inches thick, with 27 inch calves. Definition needed work, but for now, she just wanted to get huge, putting on pound after pound after pound of muscle. Get as big as possible, then by the final month of the six she promised Jon, she would cut until she was shredded like a Mr Olympia winner. Still, she had some definition. Her six-pack was forming nicely, tapering beautifully into an Adonis belt. Her shoulders were capped, arm vascularity was prominent and there was just a smudge of the lobster-claw triceps that was a testament of her hours on the French curls. The best part was, her boobs were still intact, they were still those full, perky, firm C-cups, with their tiny pink areolas, but with more cleavage from the cinderblock-like pectoralis muscles she was developing. And the most surprising of all, she was getting taller too. She was now approaching 5 foot 11. Anyways, she would be doubling her efforts from now on. In another two months, Sienna would reach 250 pounds, sport 20 inch biceps and would be bigger than most NFL players in the country. By the fourth month, she would be as big as Dana. Just the thought of that made her cum.
Sienna would work out 6 days a week, 2 sessions per day. In the morning, it would be 3 hours of high intensity, light weight workouts with some kickboxing or wrestling. Dana was certified in almost everything. In the afternoon another 2 hours of heavy weight workouts. On the 7th day, which was her rest day, she would just do some light massages and swimming. Meals were an important part of her regime. She would eat 5 meals a day. Usually, they would be huge. She was eating as much as Jon. She would be going to the supermarket every 3 days, to buy a full shopping cart (and I mean overflowing) worth of food. All just for her. To be consumed in 3 days. Her meals were as such.
Sienna’s meals:
Meal 1 7am: 1 large oatmeal, ½ cup of almonds, 1 avocado, fruit salad, 200g lean bacon, 1 scoop of protein
Meal 2 post workout, 11am: 1 large bowl of brown rice, garden salad, 300g chicken breast, 8 egg whites, 2 scoop of protein
Meal 3, 2pm: 4 bananas, 4 tuna sandwiches, 3 mashed potatoes
Meal 4, post workout, 6pm: 1 large bowl of brown rice, fruit salad, 300g of turkey breast, 6 tofu, 2 scoops of protein
Meal 5, 9pm: 1 large bowl of oatmeal, 300g of salmon or steak, a glass of soy milk, boiled vegetables
Before bed: 1 scoop of protein
It was an insane amount of carbs and protein. Inhuman. But she ate and ate and she just grew and grew. And the best part was, all of it was going into pure muscle building. Her fat percentage had not been over 10-11% for this entire time, which she would further cut in her sixth month. Like Jon and Dana, she really was a genetic marvel.
Today was Sienna’s arm day. Dana was talking to one of her good friends, IFBB pro, Yasmin Kim. She was one of the biggest Asian women Sienna had ever seen. Yasmin was also competing in the Miss Olympia, but she came in sixth. But she was pretty impressive considering she just only turned 30. She was already dubbed the Asian Margie Martin. Already, Yasmin was nude, covered in glistening sweat, as she stood there in all her glory, sporting an 18-inch arm, with 28 inch thighs, and a particularly prominent man-like chest. She was so ripped to the core, all that was left of her womanly breasts were gone, but instead she went all out to transform her chest into two textbook-thick blocks of pure muscle, one that was indistinguishable if put side-by-side with Arnold’s or Ronnie Coleman’s. Unlike Dana or Sienna, Yasmin didn’t manage to keep her boobs, but from the way she was standing, talking to Dana, a certain confident aura in her, she was proud of what she had achieved. And it was beautiful.
Dana on the other hand, was in her usual hoodie and sweatpants, just like Sienna. That was because they were trying hard to hide their physique from the public. Inside this gym, they worked out nude. But outside, it was all long-sleeves and trousers. Sienna had grown in size, but she was not ready for the world to see her physique yet. She already quit her modelling agency. When asked what was her profession now, Sienna would reply, “I am a bodybuilder.” She liked the sound of that. It made her powerful saying that. And it was a treat switching from a size S hoodie to a size M now, and even then it was stretched almost to the max, the fabric struggling to hold every time her arm flexed. She would have to get an L soon. When this was all over, she would be borrowing Jon’s hoodies. She still went out with Jon, albeit in very modest clothing. She wasn’t giving anything away, not even allowing Jon to touch her besides kissing. Whereas Jon was saying that he gained another 5 pounds of muscle, and proudly strutting the streets of LA in a low-cut stringer vest. Oh how I miss his body, but imagine the look on his face when he sees mine in 6 months, she thought to herself.
Seeing Sienna approach, Dana immediately stripped off her cotton attire to reveal her muscularly nude body. Sienna did the same. It was liberating. Dana had gotten bigger too, gaining 8 pounds of muscle since she started training with Sienna. With Sienna lifting insane amounts of weights for her size, Dana was inspired too. And she vowed to get as big as she could. Those posters hanging from the gym’s ceiling, that was from 3 years ago. Now, she was better, stronger and more muscular. She could only get better, stronger and more muscular. Her body now could destroy her body from 3 years ago in a bodybuilding contest, despite the latter being already dubbed the best in women’s bodybuilding history. Sienna, removing her flip flops, threw her clothing towards the corner, striking a most muscular in front of the mirrors as she did so, just to pump herself up. Yasmin, seeing the muscular development in the former supermodel, whistled.
“Damn, girl, you are packing some serious mass. And you only started doing this for a month!”
“Thanks Yasmin, I have to admit, I was pretty impressed. I’m looking huge!” Sienna said, still admiring herself in the mirror, crouching into a side squat, her thighs folded into a thunderous muscular knot, the calves of the outstretched leg bursting out, as she entered a dynamic front double bicep. “But I need to get even more massive.”
“Oh, as massive as this? Oooohhh….hurrrrr,” Yasmin grunted, sporting her own most muscular pose, admiring how her pecs just explode with striations and veins. Her chest could humiliate half the Mr Olympia competitors, and she knew it. “What are you working out today, girl?”
“Arms, gotta get these babies pumped,” Sienna said, kissing her right bicep. Like Jon’s and Dana’s hers was a short bicep peak, which made it easier for the hard muscle to bulge out the size of a tennis ball. “Better watch out Yasmin, at the rate I’m growing, in a few months, I may just outmuscle you.”
“I won’t deny that,” Yasmin smiled. “You are gaining exceptionally fast. How do you do it?”
“I don’t know. I just follow the usual bodybuilding rules. I guess I’m just blessed with awesome genetics.”
“Hey Sienna, what the hell is that down there? Is that you clit?” Dana gasped.
Sienna eyed the hard, erect bulge that Dana was referring to. Yes, she noticed it herself too, during her many nude posing sessions in her own bathroom. Her clit was getting bigger. And she measured it too. It was now almost 3 inches long, and really starting to look like a cock, with glans and shaft and veins and all. And it was very sensitive too. She lost count the number of times she masturbated by rubbing that thing. Initially, she didn’t think too much about it, but now, she kinda liked having a big clit…or cock. It was exciting, she could finally feel what guys actually feel when given those blowjobs they so desperately love. And it was only growing bigger. At this rate, by the end of six months, her cock would be as big as Jon’s – almost 10 inches. And it functioned like one too. Juice was cumming out from it every time she had an orgasm. Probably there wasn’t any sperm in the juice, but it sure looked white and creamy, and adequate. She swore it could fill half a cup. But other than the growing cock, she was relieved to still possess a vagina (in fact, her vagina was getting stronger too, as she realised she could contract the vaginal muscles at will now), and there was no testicle development. Nor any other signs of virilization like a deepening voice or excessive facial/body hair. Besides the penis, she was as womanly as they come. And gorgeous too. Aphrodite would be jealous. She definitely wasn’t taking any steroids. She still had the same sultry voice that got her offers for beauty commercial voiceovers, and she still looked as gorgeous (and magazine cover worthy) as ever. Just that her clit was turning into a cock, and she was extremely excited about the prospect of not only humiliating the men in terms of her ripped muscular development, she could also destroy them in the one thing exclusive to them - cock size.
“No Dana, let’s just call it what it is. This is my cock,” Sienna said proudly, fondling over her newfound piece of wood, at the same time, scanning the gym for other girls’ naked crotches. Nope, Dana and Yasmin didn’t have one, nor did the other ladies. “Hmm…it seems like I’m the only girl here with one. I can’t wait when she grows to full size and I get to dominate guys and fuck girls with it. You wanna feel it?”
Dana and Yasmin went over to give her new penis a rub, feeling the woody girth and pulsating veins running along its shaft. Sienna moaned in pleasure. With that, Dana and Yasmin took turns giving her a blowjob. It felt so damn good. By then, a crowd of girls had gathered around them, muscular ladies forgoing their 300 pound bench presses and 500 pound squats just to witness the growing rod that would soon dominate the bodybuilding world – Sienna’s cock. Oh well, guess my workout would have to start later, she thought.
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Very cool story, can't wait to see how big she can really get!
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Chapter 6
Today was the day. Six months of a sexless relationship with my girlfriend, Sienna, was soon to be over. It was so difficult. I knew she allowed me to fuck whoever I wanted – from college girls in bikinis, to amateur bodybuilders, and fitness models – I knew Sienna’s pussy was the one I longed for. She was just too good at sex, and I really needed her. Okay, it wasn’t just about the sex. I missed her in general. I loved the way she giggled, I loved how we talked about our dreams, and I loved how we talked about our future. I loved how sex with her actually meant an expression of our love, rather than just an animalistic instinct. Okay, it’s all mushy. I don’t like talking about it, I don’t like admitting it. I was a playboy, but I was sensitive too! Fuck you.
Anyways, the past week was difficult. I already didn’t have sex for a week, not because I couldn’t (heck, I could get any girl I wanted), but mainly, I wanted to save up my cum and libido for Sienna’s big reveal. She was gonna show me her “surprise” today. An exhibition of her hard-work for an entirety of six months. In the first few months, we still went out, albeit with her all covered up in hoodies and sweatpants, but I noticed that she grew. By the third month, she decided to stop seeing me altogether. It was obvious she was getting bigger, not even an XL sized hoodie could hide that fact, and she didn’t want to spoil anything before the big reveal. Not even a hint. So we ended up just video calling each other every day until today. I missed her so so so so much. Fuck, I sound pathetic, but well, that was what love does to you.
So I just jerked off by myself at home, rubbing my cock in one arm while admiring my muscles with the other. I looked so sexy, I could jerk off to myself. I had put on quite a bit more muscle in the past six months, and I had to say, I look better than ever. So big. Even my cock grew in size. It was now 11-inches. Full on porn star level. And I had decided to name him, Titus.
Anyways, I took my usual big breakfast and did a session of high intense workouts, just to keep my muscles pumped. If Sienna wanted to show her body, I had to show mine too. With all that sweat glistening over my skin, my physique looked even sexier. I decided to just skip the showers, because I knew for a fact that my sweaty body turned Sienna on. So after my workout, I just waited for her on my couch, doing a few sets of pushups now and then, just to keep the sweat flowing while I awaited her arrival. I even bought flowers – lilies – her favourite, from the day before. See, I wasn’t a total jackass. I did care for people’s feelings.
My heart skipped a beat as a jeep pulled up right in front of my lawn. It was her! I didn’t have to wait for her to ring the doorbell, I just darted for the door and welcomed her.
“Sienna! Babe! I missed you! You look gorgeous!” I said, giving her a peck on the cheek, before handing her the lilies. I was disappointed. She was wearing her regular hoodie and sweatpants again! Man, what a tease! I was half-expecting her to show up in a sports bra at least. But she wasn’t giving anything away. But some features couldn’t be hidden. She was indeed taller, around my height now, and she was thick. People who didn’t know better would think she was fat, but I knew she trained hard, and she had that pride in her face to show that she was satisfied with her work.
“Babe, wow, lilies, my favourite! I love them! I love you too!” she said as she further smothered me on my lips. “Full on naked huh? I love your enthusiasm. And you’ve gotten bigger!”
“Oh yeah,” I said, as I did a front lat spread, expanding to maximum width.
“Impressive,” Sienna complimented, “but I think you’re leaning back a bit too much, don’t wanna hide your chest. Just keep your back straight, nice and wide, and puff up those pecs. You have a huge chest, don’t hide it.” She winked, patting my shoulder.
“Whoa babe…you giving me posing tips? Since when did you become a posing expert?”
“Since Dana started drilling me on the compulsory poses. I was practising with her almost every day! It’s second nature to me now!”
“Wow, awesome!”
“Babe, can you help me with my luggage? It’s time for my meal and I’m feeling a bit hungry.”
“Sure, babe,” I said. “But I was thinking if we could do some cuddling first?”
“Mmmm…maybe later, okay?” she assured, caressing my cheek.
“Well, oh alright…”
She spent the next hour eating and watching some Youtube videos of the 2005 Miss Olympia, while I helped her unpack. And then just when she was done with her dishes, she decided to take a nap and then told me she wanted to use my gym for her afternoon workout. Of course, I whined, but it was her first day back, so I didn’t want to upset her. Before she went upstairs for her nap, she even sent me downtown to get her some groceries and bath supplies. I obeyed, but deep down I was screaming. I NEED TO SEE WHAT’S UNDERNEATH THAT HOODIE.
Two hours later, after I came home, I was still cursing my luck. I was stocking up my fridge with the new groceries when I heard Sienna calling me from upstairs.
“Babe…can you come upstairs for a moment?”
Oh what does she want now? I complained to myself. Then it hit me. Oh shit! It’s happening….
I couldn’t remember a time when I ran up the stairs faster than I did that day. I didn’t even knock, and I just barged into our bedroom as if there was an emergency in there. Well, it was kinda an emergency. A sex emergency.
Sienna was lounging on my armchair, like a queen relaxing on her throne. I mean, she literally did look like a queen. She had a tiara on her head, and her entire body was covered with a bright crimson royal cloak, with a royal sceptre in one hand. The only thing the cloak revealed were her bare feet, and even they were beautiful, her nails gorgeously painted, decorated with matching toe rings and ankle bracelets.
“Oh my God,” I said, in awe.
“Like what you see? I just finished a super quick, but super intense workout…and I just feel soooo pumped right now. Would you like to see what’s underneath this cloak?” Sienna teased.
“Yes.”
“First, would you be a dear and strip for me?” she asked.
I never stripped faster in my entire life.
“Mmm…Very ripped. Can you flex for me babe?” Sienna asked teasingly, her voice sensual and sexy.
I obeyed, giving my best in all the compulsory poses. I couldn’t even remember if I flexed harder here or at the Olympias. But I was giving my all, like contest quality. Sienna smirked as I gave a final most muscular.
“Very impressive, so massive, but question is,” Sienna removed her tiara and rested the sceptre on the table next to her, “are you more massive than me?”
With that, she ripped off her cloak to reveal her full naked body, and as she confidently stood up from the “throne” like the queen she was, she struck a front double bicep pose, the most amazing front double bicep I had ever seen. She was MASSIVE! She was RIPPED! She was the most beautiful human specimen I had ever seen, and that was coming from me!
Her biceps were so huge and so defined, they were bigger than volleyballs. The vascularity in her arms and forearms were insane, proving that she was a beast when she lifted. When she did a side chest, her pecs, like two cinderblocks of rock-solid meat, rose almost six inches off her sternum, with sinews tearing from the edges, the pec cleavage threatening to crush any finger that dared to get in between them. Her boobs were amazing too. She told me she was down to less than 1% body fat, but that clearly excluded her boobs because they were the same, cute, perky C-cups that sprawled the covers of Playboy magazine a couple of years ago. She then slid into a ¾ back pose, accentuating the massive pumpkin-striated shoulders and Himalayan traps, and I swear, her delts were bigger than bowling balls. Her back was so shredded, there was like a demon staring back at me, those bulges and ridges forming beautiful terrains on her tanned flesh. I could even make out the new undiscovered muscle that I pioneered, because up until this morning, I thought I was the only one who had the dedication to build those muscles, but it turned out, Sienna had managed to achieve that too. And those back veins, not many people could reach the level of definition that allow back veins to bulge out, but hers were like spider webs, as thick as pencils, pulsating with every flex she made. And when she turned to position herself for the thighs and abdominals, my jaw just dropped. Pointing out her right toes, those teardrop quads, tapering beautifully to her knees, loaded with layers after layers of cable-like striations, revealing unparalleled separation of her vastus medialis, rectus femoris, vastus lateralis, sartorius, gracilis, adductor longus and tensor fascia lata. Then her heart-shaped calves - gastrocnemius the size of two footballs, each making up a head of the muscle with perfect separation between them, hulked out from her legs, before revealing her beautiful model-like feet. She twisted her feet inwards, and her entire musculature rippled with each slight movement, each muscle hulking over each other, competing for space. Veins made her muscles into their own network of highways, and they were so thick, shadows formed from their edges.
But Sienna’s abs, to me, were her sexiest feature. Her eight pack, bulging out like eight individual set of bricks, with cuts between them running at least 3-inches deep. Unlike my own set of abs, which was mainly symmetrical, hers was a more staggered set of abs, with her right abs slightly higher than her left, like those on Lenda Murray, but of course, Sienna’s abs were much, much more bigger and shredded than Lenda’s. These solid granite chiselled eight packs were flanked by a perfect set of obliques, and a set of serratus and intercostals rippling like shark gills. I could just lick them all day. Her waist was almost 32 inches thick, not the tiniest, but compared to the rest of her width, it was tiny. Plus, those 32 inches of hers, were made from pure bulging, oversized muscles, built entirely for both strength and aesthetics. I traced Sienna’s Adonis belt with my eyes, all the way to her groin, and that was when I saw it. A phallic-shaped piece of meat, hard and wooden, protruding from her groin, decorated with a monstrous set of veins, just like mine. Hell, it was as big as mine!
“Babe, oh my God, you’re just…”
“I’m fucking RIPPED! I’m HUGE! I could step on any stage and crush every single male bodybuilder out there! Fuck, I can even crush you!” she bragged.
And it was true. Everything about her just screams gigantic. And with her perfect posing, flawless conditioning, and goddess-like beauty, she was the perfect package.
“I think you might just be right! I had never seen anyone as ripped as you. A woman, with so much muscles!”
“I know, babe. I am just pure muscle. I told you, in six months, I can be the greatest woman you have ever seen.”
“You sure are, but, what is with your clit?” I asked.
“Oh babe, this is my proudest asset. This is not my clit. This is my cock. She is big, and huge, and 11-inches thick, bigger than most cocks in this world, built for the humiliation of any man that dares to challenge me. Not only am I more ripped than any other man in this world, my cock could even destroy theirs. I call her Boudicca, after the warrior queen, because that’s what she is. She controls men, and sometimes, she controls me.” Sienna stepped forward and flicked her erect cock so that it slapped mine aside. Dissatisfied, I flicked hers away with mine. No joke, her cock really was as big as mine. Pretty soon, we were having a pretty weird cock fight. But then, we stopped, and Sienna just stood in front of me, in all her magnificence, giving me the opportunity to take her all in. I remembered a few years ago, I was reading up on muscular women, coming across some amazing comics by artists like DC Matthews with his characters like Satin Steele and Tetsuko Breckenridge, and Chris Shapes with Jennifer Hardstone and Mandi. They were all girls of my dreams. Now, I had one, standing right in front of me, in real life. Her entire musculature, like a suit of armour, harder than steel, more solid than stone.
“So what do you think, babe?” she asked.
“You look absolutely incredible,” I said. “Can I touch your muscles?”
“Babe, you can touch me whenever and wherever you please. This body, is yours.”
And with that I ran my hands over her entire body, kissing every inch of her rock hard muscles, from her shoulders, to her biceps, to her chest, to her boobs, her nipples, every single ab muscle, her thighs, before going in for a full-on blowjob. I had never given anyone a blowjob before, because I wasn’t gay, but I had received many, and if I were to keep this amazing lady before me, I had to please her the best I can. After she came in my mouth, me, taking in all the juice she could give me, I stood back up, face-to-face, taking in all that I had missed in the past six months.
She leaned in, and gave me the most passionate kiss she had ever given me. Tears started streaking down her cheeks.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Nothing, it’s just that, I did it! All those months of hard work, I did it!”
“I’m proud of you.”
“Jon, I love you so much! Thanks for being patient with me.”
“I love you too Sienna. Thank you for doing this.”
We kissed again, but as we parted lips, I couldn’t help but to ask, “but babe, what are your measurements? How big are your muscles?”
“Well, that is for you to find out, my love.”
There was a weighing scale at the corner of the room. I stepped on it first. 365 pounds. Seemed like I put on more muscle mass after my last Olympia outing. Then Sienna stepped on. 368 pounds. Wow, she was heavier than me.
“Damnnn girl, you are packing some serious weight!” I said.
“What’s so surprising about that? Muscle is heavier than fat. And I am all muscle! 368 pounds of pure muscle!” she said, as she flexed her biceps.
I quickly took the measuring tape from the drawer and wrapped it around her right bicep. She flexed and unflexed, pumping it up with blood, her veins engorging, until she was satisfied with its size. The result was a huge mountain right in front of my face. I kissed it and took the measurement.
“Fuck! 29 inches!” I exclaimed.
“Oh really?”
“Yeah.”
She smirked. Again, she took a huge deep breath, unflexed her arm, before giving out a monstrous grunt that was both scary and sexy.
“HUUUUURRRRR!!!!”
Her entire arm just hulked out. And from there I could see the muscle expanding. 29.5 inches! 30inches! It just grew!
“31 inches! Fuck! No wait! 32 inches! No! 33 inches of pure muscle!”
“Yes, my love! My arms are bigger than my waist, and I am proud of that. Now let me measure yours.”
I gave my biggest flex, trying to give a full hulk-out myself. I flexed and flexed. Harder and harder. I had never broken past 30 inches before. But what Sienna achieved made me believed in the impossible. I gave my all, shouting and grunting and finally…
“32 inches, my love!”
I had to admit, I was a little bit embarrassed that my wife just outmuscled me. By a full inch. Plus, standing there, she was all cut and shredded, with not a single ounce of fat on her body, allowing her to accentuate every single striation in her ripped, muscular body. Me, I was pretty shredded myself, but I was at 3% body fat, which was flabby compared to hers (less than 1%).
Sienna sensed the disappointment in my face. She gave me a peck on the cheek.
“My love, you are still the most muscular man I know. All I achieved, is because you inspired me,” she kissed my bicep, my puny 32-inch bicep. “I still love you no matter what!”
Well, that made me feel a little bit better.
“Come, why don’t you measure my thighs? I’ll let you kiss my glutes too.”
Oh yeah, her glutes, they were just two basketballs, hard but smooth, with its heart-shaped lines of separation tapering into equally shredded hamstrings. I kissed each glute, then made my way to the hamstrings, before tracing each striation in her quads with my tongue, and then wrapping the tape around her thigh.
“Fuck! 40 inches! Are you flexing?” With so much hardness, it was hard to tell if she was flexing or not.
“No,” she said.
As her muscles twitched with the flex, I felt an electric sensation running down my spine. It was just too sexy. Her thighs were hard like boulders before she flexed them, now…they were like diamonds.
“43 inches!”
“Purrrrfect!” She growled. “Now, yours.”
I tried not to be hesitant, but I was really nervous. Eventually, I couldn’t get my thighs bigger anymore.
“44 inches!” Sienna said.
“What really?”
“Yes look!”
It was true! I couldn’t help but smile. At least I got this one.
“See, you’re still my champion,” Sienna said.
“But well, I really thought yours are gonna be bigger.”
“Who knows? Maybe in a few weeks?”
Eventually we got all our essential measurements.
Jon’s measurements:
Weight: 365 pounds
Height: 6 foot 6
Chest: 70 inches
Waist: 34 inches
Arms: 32 inches
Thighs: 44 inches
Calves: 32 inches
Penis length: 11 inches
Sienna’s measurements:
Weight: 368 pounds
Height: 6 foot 6
Chest: 70 inches
Waist: 32 inches
Arms: 33 inches
Thighs: 43 inches
Calves: 33 inches
Penis/clit length: 11 inches
Seems like she was as tall as me. And there were parts where I was bigger, and some parts where she was bigger. Either way, we are just two enormously muscular human beings.
“Look at that, love! We are just HUGE!!!” She cheered, going into a most muscular. “Ooooohhh yeah! I just want to grow big with you together!”
That was when I knew.
“Wait here, Sienna.”
I went out of the room and returned with a small box in my hand. Sienna immediately knew what it was. I got down on one knee.
“Sienna, this was the ring my late father gifted my late mother, when he proposed. We have been with each other for two years. I know, I am not the perfect person. I am sinfully arrogant, narcissistic and a playboy. Sometimes, I may have a temper. But with you, you manage to love me in spite of those things. Sienna, you made me want to be a better person. And I know, despite all my flaws, my greatest quality is that I love you and care about you, no matter what. And I want to do that for the rest of my life. Sienna, will you marry me?”
At this point, Sienna couldn’t contain her tears. Despite all her strength and all her ripped muscles, she was still the loveable, sensitive girl I came to love.
“Yes, Jon, I will marry you.”
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Love everything about this story, especially the penis/clit growth. Thank you for doing, it is very rare.
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Hot Story. Wish I knew how to give more karma at a time, because it seems like you should have more, based on the heavy readership of your stories. Not into the female cock aspect, but I understand its inclusion is less prurient and more as a comparison point. I hope you keep writing.
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Lovely story! Really had a good time reading it :D
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I love a muscle story where they grow together. Hate it when a female humiliates her former partner. Well done. Mega karma.
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And now the can grow together.
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Hey everyone, sorry for the long wait for a new chapter. I was really caught up with work. But I had reached a milestone in my work project today, so I decided to give myself time off to write a new chapter here. My project at work will be ending in a week, and after that, (hopefully) there will be more chapters coming in more often. For now, enjoy this new chapter!
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Chapter 7
Deciding on a date for the wedding was not hard at all. We wanted to get married in 1 week’s time. It was the best time for us. Olympia was coming soon in a few months. So we couldn’t let the wedding get in the way. It was late spring. We wanted the wedding to be at the beach, and we wanted it to be a celebration of our muscular development, as well as our love. It would be scandalous. Dress code was not the usual black-tie formal. No. It must be beach wear. That means lots of skin, for those who weren’t afraid to show them. I didn’t really have many bodybuilder friends, because I usually work out alone in my private home gym and everyone else thought of me as a professional prick. I agree. But Sienna had made many women bodybuilder friends in Dana’s gym, and she had built quite an invitation list. Female bodybuilders from all over the LA area would be attending in tiny bikinis and skimpy swimsuits. Because of this, we tried to avoid kids from coming. We did it on a Wednesday, in the middle of the week, in late spring, just before summer, where kids would be busy preparing for their final term papers. Only close relatives allowed, and it was a strict list. My parents passed away and I was a single child, but Sienna still had her parents and two brothers. It was always gonna be an awkward occasion, seeing their daughter grow into a musclebound beauty, instead of the slim supermodel that she was. Because of my friendless circle, I had to resort to asking one of her brothers to be my best man.
Nevertheless, all this didn’t stop Sienna from choosing a super scandalous wedding outfit. She wanted to show muscle, as much as she possibly can. So no wedding dress. She decided on a tiny white bikini top, and a matching white male thong. That was it. She had to wear male thongs now just to fit that large dick of hers, because male thongs tend to have a sort of pouchy space to fit the penis. She needed that, because her dick was huge! Usually it would be a huge turn off for guys, especially straight guys, and I was as straight as they come. But the way she dominated with that dick of hers, the confidence, the pride, she made it so sexy. She was gonna get a boner in the wedding, I would too, but she didn’t care. If you ask me, she would love everyone to see that huge boner of hers.
Besides the white bikini top and thong, she decided to go barefoot in the sand, at most with some ankle bracelets. A veil would be good too, but she didn’t want it to be too long, in case it covered her back muscles. That was how much skin she wanted to show. Every inch of muscle possible, for everyone to see.
“I don’t care what they say. If they have something to say, even better, I will just destroy them with my flexes. Like this!” she said, going into a most muscular in front of our bedroom mirror. I slipped between her and the mirror, stroking those beautiful, hard, enormous arms of hers, delicately feeling every feathering and sinew that she so mercilessly sculpted. I kissed her right on those soft lips of hers. It was just as magical as the first time I did so. I guess some things never change. She relaxed her flex and pushed me closer to turn on the passion.
“You are the most beautiful girl I have ever met in my entire life. The girl of my dreams. And we were literally meant to be together. Anyone who says otherwise should go to hell,” I said.
“I love you.”
I, on the other hand, would just be in my black posing trunks for the ceremony. I had to be, because I couldn’t cover myself up in a tuxedo while my wife struts around in a bikini wedding outfit. I had to show off my muscle too. I mean, they were what defined me. At most, I would wear a bowtie around my neck like a choker. That was all. And no shoes. Just barefoot in the sand.
Sienna chose four girls from her gym to be her bridesmaids, all in matching milk-white, skimpy bikinis. All of them were female bodybuilders in the open category, which meant they were as big as they come. I met all of them in either the Olympias or Arnolds. They were pros. Of course, they weren’t as big as Sienna, not even close. Sienna, I reiterate, could destroy Ronnie Coleman and Jay Cutler. These bridesmaids were young, but they were like Margie Marvellous and Iris Kyle-level huge. Still impressive. They had to be. A super strong, powerfully-built bride like Sienna would need an army of matching She-Hulks to flank her. Just like any other wedding, whereby anyone shouldn’t out-dress the bride, in this wedding, nobody should outmuscle Sienna, not that anyone could. If she was as huge as me, then it was pretty safe to say she was joint-most muscular on this planet. Then came the maid of honour. Who better than the next most muscular woman besides Sienna? Dana Olsen. Training with Sienna really upped her competitiveness in training, because she was fucking LOADED with muscle. Like 200% better than the last time I saw her in the Olympia. Her body could put Phil Heaths’ to shame. She was pretty much the third most muscular person in this world, after me and Sienna. Her abs were tighter and harder than ever, even unflexed, her midsection could destroy Shawn Ray’s abdominals pose in the 1992 Olympia, considered one of the best abs of all time. The rest of her chest, back and legs were packing, just Herculean, and her arms could easily be 28 inches big. I could see why she was so happy to be chosen as the maid of honour. She would be showing off all these in a tiny white bikini and people would pass-out in awe. Of course, Sienna would steal the show but Dana could certainly hold her own. Yasmin (from two chapters ago) would be the officiant and her speech would be muscle-specific, seeing how muscle strengthened the bond between my wife and I.
With only 1 week to plan the beach wedding (we didn’t want a lavish one anyway), we hired a wedding planner, so we could just let go of all the stress and focus on the most important thing for us: our muscles. Initially, I wasn’t that stressed because, come on, I was ripped all year long, thanks to my other-worldly genetics. Sienna had these genes too. We were like genetic lottery winners, who scored a second lottery after meeting each other. But unlike me, Sienna was not content with her shape. She wanted to be EVEN MORE muscular, EVEN MORE ripped, EVEN MORE shredded and EVEN MORE massive. So in that one week, she set her mind ONLY on that: getting the most incredible bodybuilder’s physique she could possibly attain in that one week. And she was hardcore. In our private gym, I could hear her screams and grunts like a Wolverine just released from the Weapon X facility, out for revenge. I could hear the loud, terrifying thuds and clangs of INSANE weights hitting the floor at the end of her sets. The whole house shook, and I was sure the concrete on the floor would have been shattered if not for the foam tiles that covered them. But this didn’t stop the walls from vibrating and dust from falling off the ceilings every time she squeezed a hardcore workout in. And she did that twice a day, everyday.
I was slacking off the day after I proposed, but she wasn’t. And seeing her up her game really made me wanna up mine too. So the next day, I suggested we train together.
“Even better, why don’t I follow your entire routine, from workout schedules, to meals, to sleep, massages, and all that. What do you say?” I proposed.
“Ooh, do I sense a bit of insecurity from you, love?” she teased.
“Insecure? No…why would I be insecure?”
“Well, I, for one, knows about your workout routines, and while it has developed you into the champion you are now, I know for a fact that my workouts are WAYYY more hardcore than yours. It has to be, because you don’t get muscles like mine without going full-on BEAST mode. Think about it, I have only been working out six months, and I am already as big and strong as you. If not bigger and stronger,”she explained.
I just didn’t know how to respond to that because of how true it was.
She continued, toning down to her loving self once more after realising my stunned expression, “But no worries, love, you are still one of the best bodybuilders in the world. I’m sure, you can hold your own. And plus, I kinda hoped to work out with you. I missed you so much, and you know how much it turns me on…seeing you…work those…bigggg….strongggg….mmmuscles of yours…” she purred, inching closer to sensually run her fingers over my shoulders and chest.
As she came closer, I could feel her big hard cock stroking against mine, warm Boudicca having her own sexy time with tough old Titus. It was like our cocks have a relationship of their own, piggybacking on ours. It was definitely a new feeling for me. I wasn’t gay, but the feeling of your wife’s dominating cock rubbing all over your own, it was surprisingly sexy.
“Sienna, I have been bodybuilding for more than 12 years. I think I can handle any workout that comes my way,” I said, smooching her on her lips.
“Well then, let’s get started, my love.”
The morning session was back day, with half an hour of abs at the end. We would then do chest in the afternoon. Sienna kept to the rules of my gym: only naked workouts allowed. And I think she loved it too. If there was anyone else in this world that loved their own ripped body as much as I loved mine, it was Sienna. We were just made for each other! She started with lateral pulldowns. 400 pounds on the warmup, 550 pounds for 4 sets. These were not new weights for me, just rare. 550 pounds was like one of those occasional ego lifts that I did for fun, when I was feeling strong. That happened only like once every month or two months. For reps, I usually do 400 to 500 pounds. I could do a lot more if I wanted to max out, around 700, but that was not my usual goal. Bodybuilding was more of time under tension, so moderate, controllable amounts of weight was essential. So when Sienna said she wanted to do 550 pounds for reps, I was a bit apprehensive. But I didn’t wanna look like a wimp in front of my soon-to-be wife. So I persisted.
She went first. And she blasted those 22 reps like it was nothing. She then flexed her naked back in front of the mirror, and fuck, did I cum. What the fuck! Her back, fresh from the insane pump, was insane. Lumps upon rock-solid lumps emerged like a snaking canyon. It was already magnificent enough unflexed (she was wider than doorframes by almost a foot), but now, in a back double bicep, I could see why she was so in love with her own body. Was this how it felt when people see my body? This was all very new, but I was liking it. I wanted to worship her muscles and give her a quick make out session. She let me feel her back for a bit, but as soon as I reached those rumbling rhomboids and thunderous traps, she turned to face me, gently shoving my hand away.
“No, my love. Workouts are workouts and in my workouts, I demand undivided focus. I’m honoured that you love my muscles, and I was being nice by giving you a quick feel, but from now on, I want this workout to be purely about workouts, understand? I promise you, love, as soon as we are done, I will give you the best worship session you can ever hope for. Deal?” Sienna said.
Fuck, that was the moment when I understood just how serious this bodybuilding was for her. She was dead serious. Maybe even more than me. And I considered myself one of the best out there. But all this really made me more certain that this was the girl for me. That show of authority turned me on so much.
“Now your turn. Show me what you’ve got,” she ordered.
I took my place in the seat and started cranking out the reps. The first 5 or 6 was easy enough, then it got harder. You have to know, I do my reps till failure, and it was usually around the 10 to 15 rep range, but like I said, it wasn’t everyday I did 550 pounds on the lat pulldowns, and soon, I was failing at 12 reps, which normally, I would be content. But my fiancee was pumping out 22 reps like it was nothing, with perfect form all the way, and here, I was already struggling at 14, and the movement was already all wrong at 17 reps. I had to stop, before I injure myself.
I didn’t know how Sienna was gonna react but she was pretty encouraging.
“Good job love, 17 reps is impressive. Normally, I would scream at people to go for more but your form was already off so I figured you’re already at failure. That’s good enough. Now give me a back double bicep!”
I took 2 seconds to catch my breath before giving her the pose. Despite just pushing out one of the hardest sets of my life, I was still a professional bodybuilder, and my back was still Olympia level. She inspected and grinned naughtily.
“Impressive, what a stud…Now my turn.”
We continued on till the 4 sets were done, but each set just got harder. Sienna even went on to do a dropset for the last set. Starting at 700 pounds, blasting 12 reps, before moving on to 650 pounds, 600 pounds, 550 pounds, 500 pounds and 450 pounds, each with 12 reps. When she was at the last few reps at 450 pounds, she was already screaming her lungs out. It was scary, but also domineering and sexy at the same time. When she was done, she wasted no time flexing a ¾ back pose in the mirror, admiring the sheer immortality of her enormous back, a testament to her hours upon hours of insane hard-work. As she switched to a rear lat spread and a back double bicep, I couldn’t help but to process the mixture of fear, awe, lust, love and excitement of seeing my fiancee turn into this obsessively dedicated, and proud bodybuilder that she was today. Her back was terrifyingly ripped, sporting the face of a demon, one that would make Yujiro Hanma green with envy.
I tried the dropset, but I could only manage 6 reps at 700 pounds, and scraped through 5 at 650 pounds before giving up at 3 reps on the 600. I was exhausted. Sienna gave me an understanding smile. “Never mind, you did your best. Come flex for me. It is always good habit to flex after each set, just to see the results of your pump. That can motivate you a lot.”
At this point, I didn’t know what she was thinking. Was my fiancee actually stronger than me? She may not look much bigger, but she sure does lift heavier. It was proven again and again for the rest of the workout. At the barbell rows (550 pounds), T-bar rows (550 pounds), deadlifts (800 pounds) and single arm dumbbell rows (200 pounds), she outlifted me rep after rep. I was usually exhausted by the 12 or 14 rep, with terrible form at the last reps, but she just kept going. She never went below 20 reps and all of them were with perfect technique. To end the workout set, she even managed to crank out 28 reps for the single arm rows, and that was with 220 pounds! I could barely finish off my final set with 10 reps on the 200 pounders. Fuck.
And off with the abs. There were three exercises. Cable crunches (120 pounds), Russian twists (holding 45 pound plates) and hanging leg raises (with 90 pound weights tied to our ankles). She was a grace to behold. Even after that insane back workout, she still had the energy to perform 3 sets of each, all up to 30 reps. No wonder her abs were invincible. Every time she flexed her midsection, I could see a Renaissance artist rolling in his grave, for there would be no better sculpted eight pack than the one Sienna was sporting. I did okay at first, but by my third set, I was already huffing at 12 reps. It was embarrassing. For the first time in my life, I was forced into humility. Never once in my life, I had to lose in anything. I was always the best, whether it was swimming in elementary school, in high-school wrestling or bodybuilding. I made sure I was the best, and I wasn’t afraid to show it off and humiliate the others. Today, I was shown up by my future wife, and it was an eye-opening experience for me.
Despite admiring her own abdominals in the mirror, her fingers running over the granite-sculpted ridges between her 8 slabs of pebbled abs, feeling the bumpiness of her washboard midsection and scrutinising the veins running vertically from her groin up her obliques, she noticed I was a bit disappointed. She inched closer, until I could breathe her soft, holy air, and she grabbed my hand, gesturing me to feel my favourite parts of her shredded abdomen, the shark-gilled serratus and Adonis belt. I also liked how her eight packs were staggered, like those on Lenda Murray and Iris Kyle, her right side slightly higher than the left. It was mainly genetics, but it was cute to me nonetheless.
“You like that don’t you? Want me to flex them?” She asked.
“You weren’t flexing?”
“Of course not, silly. If I were flexing, they would feel like this!” And there, she tightened that gloriously-chiselled midsection of hers, and my oh my, my whole body shuddered with an electrifying awe as her abs completely hulked out with hardness, the beads of perspiration rolling down her skin with the glistening of sweat, making the experience all the more arousing.
“Come on love, show me your abs too!” She pleaded.
I sighed. After the flawless display of Sienna’s own abs, I wondered if she would ever be impressed by mine ever again. But I still gave my best abdominals pose, the eight pack bursting with its very own magnificence as well, although it may be dwarfed by the impeccable showing of Sienna’s abs.
But Sienna knelt onto the floor and started licking my abdominals all over, kissing each eight pack with her luscious lips and tracing the deep cuts with her tongue. I was surprised she was still turned on by my body, despite achieving a similar level of muscularity herself, if not better.
It was as if she read my mind. “Oh my love, you will always impress me. You are the reason I became a bodybuilder, never forget that.”
She stood back up and pressed her lips against mine. “No matter what happens, even if I get bigger and stronger than you, you will always inspire me. And I will always love you. I know today has been tough for you, but we can do this together. I will make sure you get better lifts, I will make sure you get stronger. And I will not give up until you match my lifts. We will grow bigger and stronger, together.”
“Sienna, I don’t deserve you,” I said, stroking a part of her hair.
“Yes you do. Now fuck me before my sweat dries out!”
Our sweaty bodies rubbed against each other, our hands caressing our each others’ muscles, I took in the scent of her body, but it wasn’t a musky, sweaty smell, no. It was something indescribable, something ecstatic, her pheromones activating a lust, something only couples could understand. My beefy pecs rubbed against her equally massive ones, also feeling the soft, bouncy cushion that was her boobs, the only evidence of fat left in her body. The rest was pure muscle. As we were making out, our cocks did their own thing, uniting, rubbing, ejaculating, a commensal relationship concurrent with ours. Our washboard abs met, the bumpiness stimulating my libido every time they would grind against each other. So this was what dating a bodybuilder felt like, someone as big and ripped as me. The perfection, the size, the hardness, engulfing you in a sex unlike any other. No delicacy is needed here. I wouldn’t need to be afraid of hurting anyone, because Sienna was as tough as nails, if not tougher. It was a no holds barred, lustful sex show based on pure love and deep animalistic instincts.
Her vagina swallowed my dick as I allowed her 370 pound body to ride me on the gym floor, the impeccable muscular control of her gripping and releasing pussy was like a free dick massage. She could even prevent me from cumming with that powerful vagina of hers. If she wanted to, she could squeeze my dick so hard, stopping the blood flow, and cause a gangrene. But I knew she would never harm me that way. As she humped and humped, she flexed every part of her body for me, her biceps, her abs, her chest, all so I can appreciate the view from the floor.
“OOOOHHHH YEAAAHHH! OOHHHH FUCKKK YEAHHHHH JON!!! I’M SO FUCKING RIPPPEDD!!! FEEEL MY MMMMUSCLEESS, BEFORE THEY CRUSHHHH YOU!!!”
After that amazing gym sex, I went for a shower as Sienna prepared our meals. I was gonna try her meals in addition to her workouts too. When I came down for lunch, my jaw just dropped. There was so much food on the table! And that was meal 2 out of 5 for the day.
“Hey love. Since you wanna train like me, you have to eat like me. This is my post workout meal. As you can see, we will each eat one whole baked chicken, a large bowl of brown rice, a bowl of garden salad, a mug of baked beans, three mashed potatoes and a protein shake,” Sienna said, serving the two whole chickens on either side of the dining table.
“Whoa, that’s like double of what I eat! I can only manage half a chicken at most.”
“Well, love, then you better get used to it. This is how I got from that,” she gestured to a picture of her slim supermodelling days on the wall, “to this!” And she did a front double bicep, humungous and powerful, just to prove her point. “By eating like this, I packed on almost 10 to 15 pounds of muscle per week. My body mass almost tripled and now I am 370 pounds of pure muscle.” She went into a side chest, puffing out those textbook pecs of hers and that volleyball sized arm. “I am now three times thicker and three times as wide, and almost a foot taller. And how do I achieve it? By eating. And eating. And eating. Food is the building block of mass and muscle. And I am THE mass monster. Of course, working out helps too, as you can attest to this morning.”
“Wow, I don’t think I will need to eat for the rest of the day after this meal,” I said, settling on the dining chair and slipping on a napkin as a bib.
“Hahaha, this is only one of five meals. As you can see, for breakfast this morning, I had six pieces of toast with low fat, low sugar peanut butter, an avocado, eight egg whites, a large bowl of cereal with low fat milk, pre-workout and a protein shake.
“Two hours after this meal, we will have meal 3, which is the afternoon pre-workout meal. Four bananas, four steamed tofus, a fruit salad, six tuna sandwiches and a pre-workout.
“For dinner, we will each have two grilled salmon fillets, half a turkey, a bowl of garden salad, a large bowl of brown rice, and a protein shake.
“And meal 5, we will eat a bowl of fruit salad, a bowl of oatmeal, half a mug of almonds, six egg whites and a protein shake. Capish?”
I was stunned. “Oh man, you eat a lot. But your waist…it’s so small. How do you fit all these food?” I asked.
“I guess I have perfect metabolism. And my waist is pure muscle. You knew that already, even worshipped it not too long ago,” she teased, cutting a part of the chicken thigh and slipping it into her mouth.
“Wow, is all this effort…just for the wedding?” I asked.
“Partially. But it is also for the long term. But yeah, for the wedding, I really need to get certain parts of my body perfected.”
“But you’re already perfect! Better than perfect!” I said.
“C’mon love, you of all people know that there is ALWAYS room for improvement. For now, I wanna put on 10 more pounds of muscle because cousin Henry is coming. He is fat, and he is 380 pounds. He keeps track because he is a shot putter for his college. I need to be heavier than him! Imagine the look on everyone’s faces when they find out my 380 pound body of pure muscle is as heavy as his 380 pound body of pure fat.” She flexed her right bicep, admiring the peak and thickness that could possibly put cousin Henry’s thighs to shame. “Maybe I can even be heavier! Also, I need to get my shoulders a bit wider, because Dana has me beat at that area. And I also need to mark up those striations ‘cause Dana’s delts are like pumpkins. Imagine your maid of honour outclassing you. I like Dana, but it is my day. Might as well ask her to come in a wedding dress.”
“But babe, our guests are not Olympia judges. I think they won’t notice,” I quipped.
“I would notice. And it matters to me. And I can’t ask Dana to lose muscle. So I have to build up my own muscle. Also, one last thing, my abs. They might look good now, but I was hoping to cut a bit more so that these veins over here,” she traced to the veins running up her groin to her lower abdominals and obliques, “it’s a bit faint. If I could get them as thick as pencils, fuck, I will be the happiest bride ever.”
“Wow, you really gave this a lot of thought huh? And let me guess, Dana had veins like that and you don’t wanna get shown up?”
“No, I just like thick, juicy ab veins. They look sexy, just like yours.”
I smiled. This woman, my future wife, sitting in front of me, was without a shadow of a doubt, the most amazing person I had ever met.
“Sienna, I will help you achieve your goals, every step along the way.”
Sienna softened up, like a girl falling in love all over again, “Babe, thank you so much. I will help you achieve your goals too! Together, we can grow bigger and stronger, forever.”
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What a story. Bravo. I hope she grows more and more. Can not wait for the next part.
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Great follow up. Looking forward to more.
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This story is fantastic. Her overwhelming superiority is such a turn on. Can't wait for the next chapter!
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Chapter 8
The one week passed by in a flash and before we knew, it was wedding day. I mean, what can I say? Time does pass fast when the only thing that you’re going to do in that one week was just sleep, workout, eat, have sex, sleep and do it all over again. Sienna was working out like crazy. She was a total beast. I tried my best to keep up with her workouts, but keeping up was hard when she was doing all she can to gain as much muscle as she could in that past week. I didn’t know how much she was progressing. It was hard when you’re seeing her every day. These minute details tend to be missed by the naked eye. But I could she her animalistic rage in the gym daily. She was lifting weights for reps – weights that I count as my max. She had to if she were to meet her goal of gaining 10 extra pounds of pure muscle by wedding day. Don’t forget, she also wanted to perfect her shoulders and get those ab veins. She had to put in the effort.
For me, I was just happy to lift as heavy as I could, as gain as much with my wife, so she doesn’t like, overtly outsize and outmuscle me when we were saying our vows on the gazebo. I tried and I had to admit, I think I was improving. I think I could handle Sienna’s intensity much better. Well, I wasn’t the best MALE bodybuilder in the world for nothing. I still had a few tricks up my sleeve. I wasn’t an amateur.
Nevertheless, two days before the wedding, Sienna had to move to her penthouse. We still believed that it was bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the ceremony. So I spent the last two days before my wedding just cutting, and going into Olympia mode. I watched my water intake and my diet, just like before a show. I need to look shredded on my special day. Sienna would be. I hope Sienna was doing well on her own. I couldn’t wait to see her in that tiny white bikini.
I didn’t really have a bachelor party, not that I needed any. The reason was mainly because I didn’t have any male friends. Sure, Sienna’s brother was my best man, but seriously though, we weren’t really that close anyway. So instead of booze and strippers, I just did my usual thing in my bedroom, jerking off to my own reflection, and the thought of my enormous hulk of a wife just flexing sexily in my dreams, all the while downing a cool bottle of protein.
The bridesmaids came early on the morning of her wedding. They had lots to do. Not only do they have to get dressed in their tiny bikinis and get their makeup done, they had to do one other thing that was not typical of other weddings: they had to get pumped up. Sienna had a simple gym set up in her penthouse, and that acted as a designated pump-up room. She could do without her white wedding bikini (she had lots of white bikini sets), and she could do without makeup for she knew her face had a gorgeous natural radiance. But no pump, that cannot do. Not that she wasn’t already huge without the pump, but she wanted to be CRAZY huge, with throbbing veins and glistening sweaty skin over her light olive tan. And she wouldn’t miss any muscle groups. Every inch of her muscular body must be perfect. She spent almost 3 hours pumping her body up, and on then was when she was fully satisfied.
As she flexed in front of the mirror to admire the masterpiece that she created, she couldn’t help noticing the huge erection that was sticking out of her workout panties. There was no hiding it nowadays. As long as she was wearing women’s underwear, her cock was gonna stretch out the panties like a slingshot. Has it gotten bigger? She grasped the shaft with her hand. It certainly had. Her cock was so full of girth, that she couldn’t enclose it with her entire hand. And it was so long, that not even both her hands could cover its entire length. She could just feel the cum gathering in her groin, just waiting to shoot out from this cock of hers. Of course, it wasn’t really a cock. It was her clit. But her clit had gotten so big, that she felt so good referring to it as a cock. It was emasculating, knowing that she could humiliate any man in an area that was only exclusive to them. Plus, her vagina was growing as well. It had to be, if she were to accept that monster dong belonging to her husband. Her pussy was pink, it was luscious, it was full of juice. Warm, abundant, nutritious pussy juice. Jon sure loved it, and with all the protein she was consuming, it could just “out-protein” a carton of milk. And when she squirts, you better prepare a mop. Once she maturbated when Jon was out, and she filled up 3 wine glasses with her pussy juice, and half a milk carton with her penile cum. She was just a cum-making machine. When Jon came back, she served him the carton and 3 wine glasses of her juice, and he took it like a man.
“Babe, I got some nice warm milk for ya. You wanna try?”
Jon grabbed the carton, “Sure.” And he downed it like a German downing a pint of beer in Oktoberfest. “Ahhhh…nice. But this isn’t milk, is it?”
Sienna gave him a naughty look. “No…it isn’t…” she said, rubbing her dick.
Jon laughed. “Oh, it’s amazing. Give me more.” And he emptied the three wine glasses, taking in all of that delicious Sienna cum.
Sienna then flexed herself a most muscular, admiring how she hulked out every time she struck that pose, pumping up every single vein and muscle in her arms and chest. She gestured for her bridesmaids in the background, who were all finishing up their pump-up sessions themselves. Now, they all looked like a team of ripped unstoppable Amazonian warriors, perfectly designed for war with their shredded physiques and enormous musculatures, and they could step on the Mr Olympia stage and humiliate half the men there.
“Girls, POSEDOWN!!!” Sienna declared.
And they all stood in a line, facing the wall mirror, the bride in the centre, carefully giving the best posing session fit for the Olympia Hall of Fame. Of course, none of them were as formidable as Sienna (she was in a league of her own), but these bridesmaids had every reason to believe they could outclass Dorian Yates or Flex Wheeler. Their delicate feet and manicured hands couldn’t stop them from showing off their ripped set of abs, sculpted to Spartan warrior perfection; tree-trunk thighs, stuffed thicker than the waist of an average man; cinderblock chests, pumped to stone-hard purity; and exploding arms, built for man-shaming destruction. Arms like that should be working for the President, or wrestling grizzly bears. Rumour has it, that one of the bridesmaids, Polina, did wrestle a grizzly bear, back when she was living in the harsh mountainsides of Russia before moving to LA. She was already the Russian female bodybuilding champion then, God knows how much she improved nowadays.
“Ooooh, fuck, we look amazing!” Sienna said, sporting a beautiful thighs and abdominals pose. Not only was she displaying a terrifying set of abs and an even more terrifying pair of legs, she was pumping out an insane abundance of beefy-hard lats. Her pecs stretched into beautiful teardrops as her arms folded behind her head, the serratus and intercostals just cut into shark-gill perfection. But of course, nothing could outshine those abs. That was the basis of this entire pose. Those majestic eight packs, cut and ground to diamond-league magnificence. Those lower abs, hard and thick, longer than the rest, but tapering gorgeously into a sexy Adonis belt. She twisted her torso, showing those awesome obliques, admiring the cuteness of her staggered abdominals. It was not symmetrical like Jon’s, but they both loved it. It made her special that way. But what she was happiest with, were those ab veins. She made a promise that she would make them all thick and juicy, pencil-thick, and now, she had not one, not two, but three such veins, running over that beautiful midsection of hers. Two throbbing vessels, running up from her groin, decorating the lower abs and coursing through either side of her innie bellybutton. Then there was the third vein, one she never knew she had, running from the underside of her enormous left pec, snaking down along her 2 upper left abs, before stopping right next to her bellybutton. “Oh my God, check out my abs. Ohhh, those veins, so sexy! I think we should start a black ops team. We can hunt down terrorists and just rip those guys apart!”
The bridesmaids laughed.
“Did somebody say POSEDOWN?”
Everyone turned to the door. It was Dana, Sienna’s Maid of Honor. Arriving just after a personal session with one of her clients. Dana was undoubtedly the biggest woman Sienna had ever seen, barring herself of course. Sienna made it clear that she wanted her Maid of Honor and bridesmaids to look their very best, and Dana took it to the next level. She wasn’t holding anything back. If the bridesmaids could get a placing for the Mr Olympia, Dana could straight up win it. Right now, in her white bikini, Dana was looking like the formidable opponent that no bodybuilder wants to compete against. And with her rushing over from Goddess Generation gym, she was breathing hard, her muscles expanding with every breath she was taking. She took her place next to Sienna, as they both challenged each other in a series of compulsory poses. Sienna held her own. She knew she was huge, the hugest she had ever been, but she wasn’t letting Dana get the better of her on her wedding day. Soon, it was pretty clear, much to her relief, that Sienna was the bigger of the two. Especially when it came to the lat spread, Sienna’s shoulders and lats just stole the fucking show. Unflexed, she already couldn’t pass through doorways without twisting to her side. Her lats were like wings and when she spread them out, there was an obvious bloom of magnificence that overshadowed that of Dana’s. Sienna was wider, with a much better V-taper, and it showed. Her lats easily added a foot to her width on each side. Then the shoulders. Another one of three things she wanted to perfect for her wedding. And her hard work paid off. She just pwned Dana. While Dana’s delts were as big as pumpkins, Sienna’s were as big as bowling balls. There was the tremendous bulge of the deltoids from the rest of her arm, like shoulder pads worn by NFL players. But Sienna made it very clear that she was bigger even against them in their shoulder pads. With the side triceps pose, she accentuated her delts even better, the striations and triangular tapering on the side, making her look unbeatable.
“I have to say, the student has become the master,” Dana complimented as they both went into a most muscular that was again, overshadowed by Sienna’s ruthless dominance.
“I know Dana. I have outgrown you. I’m just MASSIVE! Can’t have you showing me up on my wedding day. I have to admit, you got me worried there, girl.”
“I know. I was tryna push you to work harder. How could I be a good Maid of Honor if I don’t give you a little extra motivation to get bigger?” Dana said.
“Well, you’ve sure done a great job. Look at me! I’m fucking ripped! I’m fucking huge!” Sienna bragged, pumping up her most muscular even harder.
“Jon’s gonna be terrified.”
“Oh trust me, he loves this. It’s his ultimate fantasy. I have you to thank for that. Your sex with him really opened his eyes.”
“I know, girl, I have this way with men. Besides, your muscles aren’t the only thing that is huge,” Dana said, gesturing to the big erect cock that Sienna was sporting.
“Oh yeah, I don’t even want to hide this anymore. I’m just gonna show it off, and humiliate every guy out there. Which reminds me, girls…get the tape measure. I wanna see how big my body is for my wedding.”
The bridesmaids complied as Sienna stripped naked for her measuring session. One by one, he bridesmaids took their turns taking the essential numbers of Sienna’s hulking body parts.
“Oh fuck Sienna! That’s just huge!”
“Shit! Your calves are bigger than some guys’ waists!”
“Oh my God! I wish I had arms as big as yours Sienna!”
Sienna’s measurements:
Height: 6 foot 7
Chest: 73 inches
Waist: 32 inches
Arms: 35 inches
Thighs: 45 inches
Calves: 35 inches
Penis/clit length: 12 inches
Last but not least, she wanted to see if she achieved her final goal. Cousin Henry would be at least 380 pounds, she needed to beat that. While Henry was sporting 380 pounds of fat, she wanted to be 380 pounds of pure muscle. She asked Polina to get her the weighing scale.
“This one?” Polina asked.
“No, not that one, babe. That is just a regular scale – 300 pounds is the limit - I’ve outweighed that thing months ago. I have a more advanced scale in the bathroom, just get it for me. Thanks!” Sienna answered.
When Polina returned with the better scale, Sienna couldn’t wait to jump on it. There was the loud thumping sound of her enormous legs stomping on the device, and as the digital numbers rolled randomly, she took a deep breath. Standing there, even unflexed, she was a sight to behold. All those muscles, all those striations, all those shadowy lumps and grooves, and pulsating veins, they were the pinnacle of human physical development. And to achieve that as a woman, she was truly proud.
“395 pounds! Fuck girl! That is heavy!” Polina yelled in awe.
Sienna gave a confident grin. She had done it. She had achieved all her goals for the wedding.
“Yes, 395 pounds of pure muscle!” Sienna said.
Now, it was time to get married.
It was so easy getting ready for my wedding at the beach. A quick pump up at the gym (well, Sienna said she was gonna do so and I wasn’t gonna be outclassed yet), and then it was just a matter of putting on my black posing trunks and wrap the bow tie around my neck. That was it. A wedding outfit fit for a Mr Olympia. Only a pair of posing trunks and a bowtie “choker” and I was good to go. It was time to show everyone the perfect Olympia body.
A side of the beach had to be cordoned off for the wedding. And there was a strict no paparazzi policy. Sienna didn’t want the world to know about her muscular body yet. She had other plans for that. Anyways, the dress code was beach wear, so most of the people complied. Still it was a wedding, so most people decided to dress modestly. Most men were in Hawaiian shirts and cargo shorts, while the ladies sported matching sundresses. Only the younger, female bodybuilder guests were daring enough to come in bikinis and swimsuits. Not that I was complaining, but I was getting a wife today so no naughty moves. Anyways, I hated entertaining the guests, mainly because they were from Sienna’s side of the family and I didn’t know them very well. Luckily, Sienna’s brothers, Anthony (my best man) and James, managed to guide me through the process. They know who I was well enough, but I was quite surprised that not many, no, actually NONE of her family members and non-bodybuilder friends knew about her transformation. They still thought she was the slim supermodel that she was. Even her brothers and parents. Fuck! She really kept this all under wraps. And it made sense. There were no pre-wedding photoshoots. We just proposed, waited a week and tadah…it was wedding time! It was a surprise how many people managed to turn up despite the wedding being so last minute. Well, there were just about 30-40 people, but that was quite a lot considering the circumstances. Though, it was a bit surprising when the guests were asking why were there so many muscular-looking ladies around the area. They thought they were my friends, which was inaccurate. Sienna never really introduced me to her female bodybuilder friends.
Well, I came to know that Sienna grew up from a family of gorgeous genes. Two of her aunts were also models, and in their prime, they were rocking strapless bikinis for Sports Illustrated and socialising with Al Pacino and David Hasselhoff in the heart of Hollywood. Anthony and James were NFL players, and Anthony had his own line of sportswear. James just got drafted into the Los Angeles Rams, while Anthony was linebacker for the Dallas Cowboys. Sienna’s mother was a jazz bar singer during her prime, and her father was a businessman.
So you can imagine the fucking, jaw-dropping, table-turning, eye-popping surprise when the music started, and Sienna came in with a veil and tiny white bikini, sporting a body that could humiliate prime Ronnie Coleman and Jay Cutler. And fuck, that cock! I wasn’t gay, but that beautiful, hard, ginormous cock of hers. Fuck! Not even that male thong of hers was hiding anything, but something tells me she wanted to let people see it. She even had time to flex those enormous biceps of hers as she walked down the aisle. Not that I was complaining. When she reached the end of the aisle, she gave me a very sexy kiss. I missed that for two days.
Once the ceremony began, the commotion had died down, and it was a pretty smooth affair. Yasmin was great as the officiant, and standing next to me as the best man, Anthony did all he could to not look at his little sister’s dick, no matter how curious he was. But I could see he was uncomfortable, bordering on terrified, as he observed the muscular development that his little sister sported.
“Do you, Sienna Brooks, take this man, Jonathan Cox, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, in off-season and on-season, in bulking and in cutting, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?”asked Yasmin.
“I do.”
“And do you, Jonathan Cox, take this woman, Sienna Cox, to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
“I do.”
“By the power vested in me by the State of California, I declare you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”
There was a sound of applause, albeit slightly hesitant, as we gave each other a passionate kiss. We held the reception at our beach mansion, right at the backyard, around the pool. It was more of a reception tea rather than a dinner or lunch. There were hor d’oeuvres, and mainly just champagne, cupcakes and cakes. Not that I and Sienna were getting near any of those. We stick to our diets very strictly.
Sienna and I were sharing a joke with Yasmin when Sienna’s family came over. Her father was there, so were her mother and brothers.
“Sienna, I think we need to talk about your…transformation. I mean, what in the world? You’re…you’re…” Mr Brooks stuttered.
“Admit it, Dad. I’m huge,” Sienna said, going into a front double bicep that made her brothers’ and mothers’ jaws drop.
“What happened? What happened to my daughter?”
“Well, what happened, Dad, was that I started working out. I got RIPPED! I got HUGE! I’m huger than any one of you NFL dweebs, and I’m a girl. Your little sister just got HUGE!” she bragged, going into a mantis pose. “Fuck, look at me! I look so strong…and soooo powerful! Hey, big bros, these arms are bigger than your thighs!”
“Did he put you up to this?” Mr Brooks pointed at me.
“What if he did? It’s nothing that concerns you Dad. The important thing is that I love the way I look, Jon loves the way I look, and we are gonna live happily ever after,” Sienna then went into a side chest, pumping out those incredible pecs of hers. I could see bulges forming in James and Anthony’s pants. “Oh hey! There’s cousin Henry! Henry, come here!” Sienna called.
Henry, around 6 foot 3, an overweight man in his mid twenties, was munching on a couple of brownies when he came over.
“How you doin’ coz?” Sienna asked, playfully patting on his back.
“Sienna, why is Henry here? We really need to talk,” Mr Brooks continued.
“Hi Uncle David. Aunt Debbie. Sienna, Anthony, James. Hi to you too, Jon. I’m good Sienna,” Henry said, finishing up his brownie. “I just got called for the Olympic try outs. I’m just 2 inches off the national shot put record.”
“Wow, that’s great Henry! Say, how much do you weight nowadays. Do you keep track?”
“Um, not really. But my coach did ask me to weigh myself three days ago. I’m 383 pounds now.”
“383 pounds! That’s…heavy. But do YOU know how much I weigh?”
Henry shrugged. Sienna smirked.
“395 pounds! Fuck! I have 12 full pounds more than you. And fuck! 383 pounds? Of what? Fat! Fuck, you chomp down that brownie like it’s your lunch! This! This is how a human being should look like! I am 12 pounds heavier than you, and I am 395 pounds of pure muscle! Pure, hard, dense muscle! And we all know, muscle is much, much heavier than fat!”
Everyone was quite shocked at the sudden outburst. But Sienna didn’t care. She just went into a most muscular and fuck! She just terrorised everyone. When she flexed, we could actually see her growing in size, the blood flowing, engorging her muscles with nutrients and energy. She was getting so huge, that I was afraid she was gonna snap out of her bikini. Wouldn’t she like that though. But her dick. Oh my God her dick. There was no hiding that now.
“Oh my God, sis! What is that?” James asked.
“This, big brother,” Sienna explained, grabbing onto that enormous boner of hers, “is my clit. But I prefer calling her my COCK! You wanna know how big she is? She’s fucking 12 inches long! That’s longer than any of your dicks. I love her because it allows me to humiliate every single man that dares challenge me. You call that little thing of yours a dick? As I recall you bragging in college, James, you said yours was 6 inches? Fuck! Pathetic! My cock is twice your size. This is how a cock should look like. And you pathetic lot need a girl to humiliate you in the one area exclusive to men! Ha! And lucky for me, my husband’s cock is as big as mine.” Sienna noticed my bulging boner as well and stroked it. “See? We are meant for each other. We are the strongest, most muscular human beings with the biggest dicks the world has ever seen! Anyone else can fuck off!” And Sienna leaned in to kissed my cheek.
“Fuck! You’re crazy,” Henry hissed.
“Oh am I? Then you shall see how crazy I can get!”
The look on Henry’s face was as if he just saw a lion pounce in front of him. But Sienna didn’t have to pounce. The last thing he saw before he was hoisted into the air was a 395 pound female bodybuilder, with an evil grin on her face, every inch of muscle in her body enraged and pumping. She was the biggest she had ever been, and it was terrifying, even for me. But at the same time, I was kinda turned on. Nothing sexier than a ripped, confident, badass wife, putting a man in his place. Henry was a champion shot putter, and pretty big himself, but standing next to Sienna, she just dwarfed him. Sienna was every bit the superior specimen. She was stronger, taller, wider, thicker and scarier. All she had to do was grab Henry by the neck and groin, and as if he was a pillow, she just lifted him over her head and taking her time, strutted over to the pool before tossing him in it. Much more amusing for her was the look on her family’s face.
She then flexed her right bicep. “I’m sorry Victoria. What was that? That was too light for you? Well, why don’t we hit the gym tonight and we can give you a proper workout.” She flexed her other arm. “You too Valerie. I didn’t forget about you too.
“Come my love, let’s have some champagne. I’m getting thirsty,” she said, wrapping her hands around my arms just like when we were dating.
“Why did you do that, babe?” I asked.
“Oh you don’t know the whole story. Henry used to tease me at his birthday parties every year, and was always pushing me into the pool. In high school and college, he might not look like it, but he is a jerk. He stole people’s lunch money. And he stole nudes from my room during Thanksgiving and shared it with his friends. I always hated him. He might look pathetic now, but this pathetic guy was a bully, just ‘cause he was the star shot putter. James and Anthony? You have no idea how much they teased me in front of everyone. Just ‘cause I was a model, they started a bet among their friends to see who could bang me first. And my dad, urggghhhhh…he made me go into modelling when I was twelve but he kept that money all to himself. He gambled it all on his weekly trips to Vegas. I had to pay for my own college tuition! Fuck them. I’m glad I moved out when I was 18. And now that I am this strong, they will not dare cross me again. I can just crush them with a single blow.”
“Wow, I didn’t know your family was fucked up that way,” I said.
“Well, I have a new family now. You,” she leaned in again for a kiss. “Wow, seems like your arms are putting in a lot of hard mass. Your arms are as big as mine. I guess my workouts are starting to pay off for you.”
“Well, I don’t wanna let my wife get all the spotlight,” I said, flexing my bicep for her to see.
She then did the same, just to compare her size and mine. “Hahahaha, well, I think mine is still bigger.”
“I hate to agree, but yeah.” Honestly though, she had like a full inch on mine.
“No worries, love. Just keep working. Pretty soon, you’ll have arms as HUGE and STRONG as mine. Hurrrrrr!!!!” She yelled, twisting into a dynamite ¾ back pose.”Mmmmmm, that’s what I call power. If you think I’m gonna slow down just for you though, you’re mistaken. I will only get bigger and stronger from now on. So you just gotta find a way to keep up, okay?”
“Okay.”
“I love you so much, Jon!”
“I love you so much too, Sienna.” And we shared one passionate kiss as the sun dipped in the horizon, turning the sky a bright fiery orange as twilight beckons.
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Chapter 9
“MMMMMM…OH…MMMMMM...OH MY GODDD…FUCKKKK!!! MMMMM...OOOOOOHHHH…JON…HARDER…OH MY….AHHHHHHH…”
I stopped the pounding and got off our missionary position when the climax engulfed us both. I felt my load, squirting profusely like a garden hose into the luscious, tender vagina that was my wife’s. The sex that we just had was out of this world, as if the occasion of our big wedding day just infinitized our oxytocin levels. Even after 30 seconds, I could still feel my juices flowing, with Sienna obediently receiving every single ounce of cum into her womb. I was pretty sure she was going to be pregnant with that amount of load, I mean, it could easily be like two pints worth of semen. The last time I came into a woman other than her, it was a young female hostess of a fancy restaurant with lush, perky tits and an abdomen fit for a Victoria’s Secret commercial. Because of that I unloaded almost a milk carton full of cum into her womb, and she left my house the next morning with a belly as if she just devoured an all-you-can-eat buffet. Even when I caressed her smooth silky belly, some of my cum leaked out of her pussy due to the overload. Good thing this girl was on the pill or otherwise, she would be knocking on my door in nine months with a baby. Now, Sienna was nothing like this girl. She had abs of steel, so her belly wasn’t going to look as if it came out of a feast. No, her tummy didn’t give way, and it was as solid as ever, thanks to her invincible abs of steel. I even took the opportunity to caress those diamond-etched obliques and serratus, which were flanking that sexy, bumpy washboard eight pack of hers. And those abs veins, fuck…those ab veins - sending an electrifying tingle down my spine every time I traced those bulging vessels, relishing in the cuteness of their bouncy fullness.
As I enjoyed the orgasmic euphoria running over me, I felt her warm vaginal fluid leaking from the cusps of her labia. At this point, I wasn’t sure if it was just my semen overflowing or her delicious cum, but I hoped it was the latter. I mean, her eyes were rolled up in a state of nirvana, her back arching with the climax, her moans and breaths getting deeper and faster by the second, all the while doing little to curb the unrelenting expansion of her pumped up musculature. This was what sex with the most gorgeous, most hardcore, most ripped female bodybuilder in the world felt like. Our huge, dense, sweaty bodies rubbing against each other, our massively built pecs pressing over one another, our bumpy abs grinding (that was the best feeling), and our incredible cocks having a union of their own. All this while kissing her full, soft lips, our tongues meeting, my fingers running over her lush, blonde hair, taking in the sparkle of her crystal blue eyes. It was like Hercules and Aphrodite had a daughter, named her Sienna, and she was lucky enough to inherit her “mother’s” looks and her “father’s” powerful musculature.
“That was amazing, wasn’t it, love?” Sienna asked, as we lay side by side on our California King, me spooning her, doing my best to envelope her massive body in my most protective embrace, despite her being as big if not bigger than me. Pretty soon, I realised it was just impossible to get my arms all the way across her body because of how wide she was, but I added an extra layer by wrapping my legs around her waist too. She liked that, especially before she became a bodybuilder, when I shielded her in the warmth of my ripped muscular arms and thighs. Now, she had ripped muscular arms and thighs of her own, and she could destroy me if she wanted to, but something tells me she had always appreciated being protected once in a while.
“It was. You make me feel like a million dollars,” I replied.
“You too! How do you like my dick? It has gotten bigger,” she said, as she gripped the shaft and gently stroked it.
“I didn’t know that a dick would actually turn me on so much. I think it still doesn’t unless that dick belongs to you.”
She turned to face me and we spent the next few minutes comparing our dick sizes. Titus and Boudicca were in their maximum erect states, with veins throbbing in a spider-webbed network of anastomoses, the shafts glistening with all the residual cum from earlier.
“I like how you just thrust your entire cock straight into me, it was so exhilarating. It was just so big and painful, but the pain turned out to be soooo good,” Sienna complimented. “Still, I think mine is bigger. As proven in our foreplay earlier.”
Yeah, we did a little foreplay by measuring each other’s’ bodies. I was so turned on by how much mass Sienna had put on in every part of her body (refer to her latest measurements in the previous chapter). But me, I was impressed too. I was still packing, although slightly less than her. She outsized me in every area, but I was still pretty much huge, and she was still very amazed.
Jon’s measurements:
Weight: 390 pounds
Height: 6 foot 7
Chest: 73 inches
Waist: 33 inches
Arms: 34 inches
Thighs: 45 inches
Calves: 34 inches
Penis length: 11.5 inches
“Mmmm…you’re even bigger than the last time we measured you!” Sienna said. “I guess it’s true, there is no stopping this genetic giant!”
“You’re one to talk. You just worked out for half a year and look at you! You have outgrown me in all the essential measurements. Even in the dick department!”
“I know, it’s pretty liberating. I think my dick is already the biggest one in the world. Imagine that, the biggest dick in the world, belonging to a girl! But don’t worry love, your dick is big enough for me.”
She paused. “But do you know what I wanted to do the most? I just want to stuff this huge cock of mine into a hole and just fuck it like a man.”
“But what about my mouth? I had been giving you blowjobs…” I said.
“I know. And you’re great by the way. But I just want to have the feeling of pounding and thrusting someone with my cock.”
“Well, you can do it on me?” I suggested.
“Like anal? I thought you didn’t like anal. You said it was gay.”
“Well, I used to think that. But babe, you had given me the best sex I have ever had in my entire life. And you built this entire body…one reason for it was to fulfil my fantasy. Now, I want to fulfil yours.”
“Aww…that’s so sweet, love. Are you absolutely sure? There is a big chance that it might hurt.”
“I am willing to take it for you. And who knows? Maybe I’ll find it pleasurable. And one other thing, I know you have this other fantasy…”
“What fantasy?” Sienna was surprised, though I think she knew what I was talking about.
“You know, the one…I know Sienna. From the way you speak, and the way you talk about sex. I think we both know what your ultimate fantasy is. You love dominating.”
Sienna blushed. “Well, I mean…I’m just curious, you know. I’m so BIG and STRONG now. This isn’t just muscle and dick. This is POWER. And I wanna know what this power feels like.”
“Well, I’m all yours Sienna. If you wanna dominate me in bed, and stuff your cock in my ass, I will gladly let you do it. As your husband.”
“Really babe?” Sienna said, caressing my cheek.
“Yes. Though, my safe word is ‘eggplant’.”
“Sure thing, love,” and she pressed her lips against mine.
“Now what the FUCK do you think you’re doing? You fucking pathetic piece of shit! Get out of this bed and fucking kneel on the floor, now!” she ordered.
I was taken by surprise by the sudden change in character. Oh my God, it’s happening. I scrambled out of the sheets and did as I was told.
“Hurry up, you son of a bitch!”
“Sorry, babe,” I said.
Then, like a panther with overgrown muscles, she pounced off the bed, grabbed my neck, and in an unprecedented feat of strength, lifted my entire 390-pound body almost a foot off the floor, with just her right arm. I could see those monstrous veins of hers, running along her forearms, each one of them pencil-thick, and the rippling of the individual sinews every time she made a slight movement with her fingers. I tried to release her death grip, but it was no use. She was unstoppable, and imagine your fear when you find out that an unstoppable force was out for blood.
“You have no right to call me ‘babe’. I am NOT your ‘babe’. From now on, you will call me ‘My Mistress’, or there will be dire consequences. Do you want to know what they are? I can show you,” Sienna threatened.
“N-n-no,” I stammered.
“No WHAT???” She tightened her grip, and I almost felt my jawbone give way.
“N-n-noo, my Mistress.”
Then she dropped me on the floor, her arms now on her hips in a front lat spread, standing on her tiptoes, her calves and upper body fully displayed in all their magnificence.
“And from now on, you will be known as ‘slave’, ‘son of a bitch’, ‘bitch’ or ‘piece of shit’, do you understand, bitch?”
“Yes, my Mistress.”
“Very well. Now be a good slave and put your pathetic body to good use. Flex your muscles for me. I wanna see how puny you actually look, you piece of shit,” Sienna commanded as she pulled out a throne-like armchair from the corner of the room, and settled onto it like the queen that she was, both hands on the armrests and legs crossed, her right leg over her left. From there I could see her sexy toes pointing at me, oh how I wish I could suck them, and her magnificent right calves, bulging out like footballs on either side as they were pressed against her left shin.
I obeyed. I gave my best flexes, doing the usual compulsory poses. Not wanting to disappoint my “mistress”, I flexed even harder than I did in the Olympia, focusing on each muscle group, my breathing, my expressions. I could see that Sienna was turned on, her dick now fully erect again, and she was stroking it pretty vigorously, trying to turn herself on.
“I would say, that is not terrible. But you are stupid to think those are muscles are worth anything at all. This is real muscle,” she said, as she emerged from her throne. She first took a deep breath, then slowly raised both her arms over her head, closing her eyes, fully focused, before gracefully turning around to show off her monstrous back. With her arms raised over her head, she leaned back and with one swift, confident, dynamic movement, brought them down into an extremely powerful back double bicep.
“HUUUURRRRRRR….ARRRRGGGGGHHHH!!! Look at me, look at my back! It is unstoppable!”
I swear, with that flex, her body was bigger than ever before. She was hulking out. Those layers upon layers upon layers of muscle, from her mountainous traps to her rippling rhomboids, her legendary lats, her titanic rear delts and rumbling rotator cuffs, she was the quintessence of bodybuilding perfection. Never in my life had I seen a more perfect back on any bodybuilder, male or female (not even on myself). And the expensive lighting of our bedroom, plus her thick, meandering back veins, decorated with diamond cut sinews…fuck…she was perfection personified.
I think she could see my expression from the reflection of our walled mirrors, and from the confident smirk on her face, she knew I was stunned, hypnotised by her ethereal grandeur. She then transitioned smoothly into a ¾ back pose that was equally imposing, before twisting into side chest. Need I say more. Her anterior leg, flexed, foot planted on tiptoes, showing of the massive thickness in her thighs, especially those beefy hamstrings of hers, and that football-sized calf. Her chest kept on expanding with every pump, and I wondered if they could ever stop growing, and when she was satisfied, her pecs were the size of bowling balls, rising almost 6 inches from her sternum, enough to flatten an entire hand that dared to slip into that beautifully sculpted pec cleavage of hers. Her boobs, still perky as always, fit for the cover of Playboy magazine, her pink bullet-hard nipples just begging to be sucked. She alternated between a side chest with arms extended (like those in women’s physique) and one with arms flexed. Her motive: to pump up those volleyball-sized biceps of hers. One pump, and we could see them exploding another two inches bigger. Two pumps, and we could see those veins bursting. Three pumps, and she looked like she could massacre a silverback gorilla.
“OOOOOFFF…. HUUURRRR…OOOOOH….ARRRRRGHHHH….OHHH YEAAAHHHHH…Check it out bitch! This is real muscle! Look at how big I am. My arms are bigger than Arnold’s thighs you bitch!”
I could see that. Those biceps were huge. And those forearms could allow her hands to rip my cock off my body and squash a shotput. To accentuate how big her size was, she struck a terrifying most muscular pose.
“OH YEAHHH, my favourite pose! HUUUUURRRR….ARRRGGHHHHH….I’M HUGE! COME HERE YOU SON OF A BITCH! FLEX FOR ME! See how tiny you are next to me!”
I obeyed, going into my own most muscular. Don’t get me wrong, my posing was flawless, and my muscles were glorious. I was in even greater shape than I was when I won my last Olympia. Heck, I could go on stage right here, right now, and win that title hands down. I was huge, incomparable, a league of my own when faced with other champion bodybuilders in the world. But standing next to my wife, fuck! I felt so tiny. We measured our sizes with tape measures less than an hour ago, and she was only marginally bigger. But now, the difference was too obvious. She had at least two inches on me on every essential measurement, and overall, she was overwhelmingly superior. She was wider, taller, thicker, bigger and more shredded in every way imaginable. She could straight up destroy the Hulk. That was how invincible she was. And she wasn’t just a mindless mass monster. She had aesthetics. She had symmetry. She had incredible flexibility. She was the perfect package.
“I JUST HUMILIATED YOU, YOU PATHETIC SON OF A BITCH! Kneel before your mistress!”
I got onto my knees.
“Now all this flexing has made my Boudicca very excited. She is bigger than that joke of a thing you call your cock. Suck her! Suck my Boudicca, slave! Pleasure her like there’s no tomorrow.”
I inserted her massive cock into my mouth and gave her the best blowjob I could. But she was not satisfied. I tried upping the intensity by running my hands over her titanic abs and her iron-moulded glutes. They were each the size of a basketball. When she noticed me touching her ass, she tightened it, and I felt the surge of power and the sudden rock-hard density underneath my palms. Any hand that got underneath that butt crack would have every single bone broken.
“Mmmmm….you like that, don’t you, you pathetic slave. My glutes are titanium. If you think my glutes are powerful, you should check out my quads.”
She pushed my head off her cock and blasted herself into an incredible quad stomp. Her thunderous thighs transitioned into an alarming collection of cable-like striations and God-like definition. Every muscle in the thigh was well separated, with its own network of pencil-thick veins and professionally chiselled crevices. Jay Cutler could stand next to her with his signature quad stomp and be utterly demolished by Sienna’s ruthless mass and conditioning.
“Beautiful, isn’t it? I do soooo many squats and leg presses. Leg day is destruction day. And the result? A bodybuilding masterpiece,” she bragged, as she ran her hands seductively over her thighs. “Now, enough with my thighs. Come over here and suck my fucking cock you piece of shit!”
She then grabbed onto my head with both her powerful hands, and forced my mouth over her hard-on, pushing and pulling my head away so hard and fast that I almost got dizzy. She wanted her blowjobs rough and fast. And she showed it. At one point, I was going in and out at a rate of 3-4 reps per second! The gag reflex was forcing me to hurl but it took every ounce of my willpower to supress it. Why? Because of how much pleasure she was feeling. I didn’t want to ruin that.
“HUUUURRRR…AHHHHHHH….MMMMMM…FUCK!!! DON’T STOP….AHHHHHHH…..URRRRGHHHHH!!!! FUCCCCKKKK!!!!”
And so, I didn’t stop. I didn’t want to interrupt her orgasm. I loved her that much.
“OHHH FUCCCCKKKK I’M CUMMING!!! AHHHHHHHH!!!!”
And like a firehose, her cock unloaded a barrage of jizz into my mouth and I swallowed it all like a champ. And there just SO MUCH CUM! Oh my God, I swear, she was unloading for a full minute, and at one point, I just couldn’t keep up and some of it leaked out of my mouth. But eventually the cum trickled down and I managed to taste every ounce of Sienna juice that came my way. But I was so full. It was like I swallowed an entire carton of milk. It could well be that much, or maybe even more. With the pressure, and unrelenting flow, and the duration it took her to finish, who knows how much cum she was producing?
“Tasty, isn’t it? That’s the best cum you’re ever gonna get. With the amount of protein I consume in a day, my cum is like a protein tank! After drinking my cum, you don’t have to eat for the entire day! And tomorrow, you’re gonna grow BIG and STRONG, like me!” she showed off a single bicep flex, and kissed the mountainous peak, just to highlight her point. “Oops, I see you’re cumming as well. You poor thing…you call that cum?”
It was true, I just creamed myself right on the floor. But yeah, it wasn’t as abundant as Sienna’s load. Just a small puddle. Maybe enough to fill a wine glass, as compared to her double milk carton abundance.
“Pathetic! Let me show you what real cum looks like!”
And she masturbated then and there, stroking her cock like a jackhammer, her sexy groans and moans emanating throughout the entire mansion.
“AAAAAHHHHHHH…..URRRRGGGGHHHHHH….OHHHHH YEAAAHHH…OHHHH YEEAAAHHHHH”
She unloaded in less than 2 minutes. This time, my mouth wasn’t there to receive it. She didn’t want that at all. She wanted to cum all over our room, just to show me how much more potent she had become ever since she got those huge muscles. And she was unbelievable. Her juice shot out from her cock like a fire hose, splattering all the way to the opposite wall almost 12 yards away, and all the way up the ceiling as well. And that was not all, she made sure she covered me in it as well. I was bathed in her cum. Then there was her leaky vagina as well. With her vaginal fluid, plus her cock juice, fuck, our room was a mess. There was a huge puddle gathering beneath our bare feet, and when she was done almost a minute and a half later, the whole room was cum city.
“OHHHHH FUCKKKK YEAHHHH…URRRRGGGHHHH.” She laughed at the entire mess she made, it was like someone had a food fight with cum in here. “MY OH MY. I AM INCREDIBLE! I’M A CUM-MAKING MACHINE! LOOK AT THIS! HAHAHAHAHAHA!”
She then lifted her powerful leg and slammed my face down onto the floor with a stomp of her foot, so that my left cheek was now soaked in the puddle of cum she made. She ran her toes over my other check, teasing me with her beautiful lady-like feet.
“You know, slave, when I was at the Goddess Generation gym, I managed to destroy an entire bowling ball with my foot. That is how STRONG and POWERFUL my legs are. Tell me, slave, is your head harder than a bowling ball?” she asked, massaging my cheek with the balls of her foot. She stuffed her beautifully pedicured toes into my mouth, and I sucked them tastefully like a popsicle.
“Tell you what, slave. I will give you half an hour to lick off every single drop of my cum in this room. You should be lucky, my cum is VERY nutritious. Now, get to work.”
I obeyed. Not that I was complaining. I was hungry for her juice and it tasted so good. Not sure about the protein content, but with the amount she was consuming daily, I was not surprised. Eventually I was done, and I was so full, licking every single drop of cum from the floor, walls and ceilings. I then had to change the sheets too because there was cum all over that as well.
“Very good, slave. But there is still a lot of cum all over your body. Let me help you with that.”
Sienna started licking her own cum off every inch of my body. She asked me to flex, and she specifically wanted a thighs and abdominals pose. So I did that, and she really took her time sucking off my ripped abdominals and tree-trunk thighs. She even got between the cuts and grooves that I so diligently sculpted. It was so sexy. I came AGAIN! Just like that. Luckily, this time, Sienna was happy to accept the load into her mouth.
“There, all cleaned up. Who needs a shower when you can have your mistress’ tongue?” she said, stroking my chin seductively. “Now that I have licked your muscular body, it is time you did the same for me. Every inch of my body is covered with my sweat. Clean it for me, slave.”
She went into a Sergio Olivera victory pose, tightening those steel hard abs of hers, and I too, ran my tongue all over her body. Those muscles, oh my God, they were so hard, but it was a dream come true! I was worshipping this ripped bodybuilding Goddess with my tongue! I could taste her hard flesh, slipping my tongue sensually in between those deep cuts and crevices, which was dangerous, especially when I was licking her solid eight pack, because one small crunch of her abs and she could destroy my tongue. Squash it like a piece of dough. But the sexual desire of me licking all over her beautifully-built body was too overwhelming for me. The grooves between her abs were so deep, I could stick half my tongue in there. And then her bellybutton, it was sexy. I had always enjoyed sticking my tongue in it before she became this ripped monstrosity, but now with that bellybutton tucked in between a set of chiselled abs, the feeling was ten times better. I was willing to lose my tongue for that. She went into a series of flexes, tightening each muscle group as I explored them. Those pecs, those thick, formidable pecs, with that gorgeous pec cleavage. Those nipples, those gravity-defying bullet-hard nipples. And that back, fuck…that back…she was so thick, and so wide, and I took my time. Exploring every inch of it took me 40 full minutes, digging through every groove, every sinew, every rock-hard lump. I swear, I noticed two more pairs of muscle right between her rhomboids and traps that I was certain was non-existent on any anatomy chart before. Did she get so ripped and shredded that she managed to build up two more undiscovered muscles? Scientists were going to have a field day with her.
“Mmmmm…for a pathetic slave, you sure lick good.”
“Your body is so hard, so massive, so beautiful, my mistress. It is the most delicious thing I had ever tasted. Besides your cum, that is.”
“Of course, it is. My body is a masterpiece. A RIPPED, UNSTOPPABLE masterpiece. Now that we are done, it is time for a little something I like to play called MERCY!”
Oh my, I had never played mercy before, ever. But I did watch it done a lot on the internet. Sienna was already in her attacking stance, her face twisted into a sensually nefarious grin, like a super villainess ready for blood. We both interlocked our fingers, but oh my God, when she gripped my hands, I felt a shiver down my spine. Her grip was hard, like a hydraulic clamp. She was terrifying, and with that expression, she was ready to destroy me. Her shadow just completely blotted me out, and those arms and forearms of hers, they looked like they could rip mine off my sockets. And as she positioned her legs for maximum stability, I noticed the floor underneath me vibrate with every stomp she took with her bare feet.
“Ready, slave? I’m gonna eat you alive,” she taunted, sexily licking her lips.
“Yes, my mistress.”
“GO!”
I held my own in the beginning. Remember, I was still the best MALE bodybuilder by a mile, so I would say I did have a decent amount of strength and size. But was it enough against my giant of a wife? She wasn’t even breaking a sweat, and she still sported that devilish grin of hers, while I was straining as hard as I could, like an Olympic weightlifter vying for the clean-and-jerk gold medal. Then, she gave an evil laugh, and started upping the intensity. It was then I felt like I was no longer fighting my bodybuilder wife – I was fighting a fucking bulldozer! I was retreating, and she was pressing down on me hard. I could feel the tight clamp of her machine-like hands, and the unrelenting force generated by her months of psychotically intense weightlifting. In the end, I dropped on my knees and she just wrestled my entire body onto the floor. If that wasn’t enough, she completely manhandled me, twisting me into an emasculating Nelson hold, then choking me in an arm lock, before lifting my entire body over her head and tossing me onto the bed. It wasn’t just her merciless strength that surprised me now, it was her sudden expertise in such wrestling moves. She said she did take wrestling and MMA lessons in the Goddess Generation gym, but I didn’t know she was that good until I experienced it myself. She had the flawless execution of a pro.
“MUAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HUUUURRRRRR!!! I AM INVINCIBLE!” she celebrated, going into a most muscular pose, admiring her enormous body in the mirror. “What a pathetic excuse of an existence you have, you slave. All those muscles on your body, and you still couldn’t even beat me! Not surprising. I am BIGGER, much BIGGER, and much more STRONNNGERRR than you, you pathetic son of a bitch!” she yelled as she flexed her massive right bicep, the one she called Victoria, admiring its monstrous peak, before giving it a kiss.
“Now, slave, lie face down on the mattress and hold on to the bed. It’s time for the grand finale.”
I obeyed, getting myself in a prone position and gripping either side of the headboard.
“Slave, from here on out, do you know what will happen if you don’t follow my instructions?”
“No, my mistress.”
“Then let me show you.” And with that, I felt the bed shake underneath me. That was when I realised what was happening. Sienna was lifting the bed! The entire Cal King!
“HHUUUUUURRRRR….ARRRRRRRGGGGHHHH!!! OHHHH FUCK YEAAAHH!!! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
Oh my god, I had never been so close to the ceiling before, and I had to say, I used to be claustrophobic. But I think I could take it. I had been in worse situations before, and I could take elevators now after going through therapy in high school. Anyways, the way Sienna lifted the bed was incredible. She did it all by herself. I could see her reflection in the mirror. Her muscles were exploding, but she didn’t look tired at all. If anything, she could do this all day. When I first bought the mattress, it took 4 middle-built labourers to help carry it up to my bedroom. By the time they were done, they needed a break. Then, the bed frame took another 4 people. What can I say? I was rich, I just won my second Olympia, and I wanted to sleep like royalty. But fuck my life! Sienna just lifted this mattress, with the bed frame, plus my 390-pound weight, like it was nothing. Then I noticed the mattress underneath me wobbling, not because she was getting tired, but because she was doing shoulder presses with it! Eight full reps! What the fuck!
“HAHAHAHA!!! OHHHH FUCK! THAT FELT AMAZING!!!” she said, as she dropped the bed back on the floor, me holding on the headboard for dear life. “What a workout! Now, it is time for some hardcore sex!”
She pounced onto the bed, getting us into a lazy dog sex position. While preparing, out of the corner of my eye, I could see her reach for an unopened tube of KY Jelly from the dresser, and she just emptied it all on her 12-inch cock. And she was sloppy, moaning sexily as she rubbed the lubricant on her beloved Boudicca, the cool residual jelly splashing all over the place. Now that she was ready, she ripped my butt cheeks apart, noted my butthole, and there she went. Grabbing onto my wrists as if locking me onto the mattress, she thrusted big beautiful Boudicca straight in, all 12-inches of her. I shuddered, not knowing how to react with this novel feeling of anal penetration, as I relished both the cold lubricant and the warmth of my wife’s massive, muscular, vascular dick. Her hands were clamping down on my wrists so hard, I was afraid she would break all the bones underneath it. Despite her feral hunger and dominating display of strength a mere few minutes ago, she was surprisingly gentle with her thrusts initially, knowing how new I was to this experience. But as I tried to get used to it, she banged harder, gradually raising the intensity.
“MMMMM….OOOOOHHHHH…OHHHHH YEAAAAHHH…..URRRGGGHHH….MMMMMM……OOOHHHH YEAAAAHHH….” she moaned seductively, pounding harder with every breath until…
“AARRRGGHHH…OH FUCK!” I yelled. I didn’t mean to actually, but there was a sudden surge of pain, and my instinctive response couldn’t be inhibited.
Sienna stopped immediately, and I could feel her large cock slip out of my anus.
“Babe, are you ok? That sounded very painful,” she asked, tenderly caressing my hair, which was a weird turn from the power-hungry monster that she was just a few moments ago. “We can stop if you’re not comfortable.”
I took a deep breath. “No, babe, I can take. I was just surprised, that’s all. I can take it. I wanna do this. You’re enjoying this so much! I don’t wanna stop.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Remember, my safe word is ‘eggplant’. I haven’t said it yet. Please, babe, keep going. I wanna go through with this.”
She looked at me the same way she did when I proposed. I would always remember that face. But then she just changed in a blink of an eye, and tightening her grip on my hair, slammed my face onto the pillow.
“What the FUCK! You pathetic son of a bitch! Why did you stop??? You’re gonna FUCKING regret this!”
And with that, she just stuffed that glorious dick of hers into my anus again, and started pounding me like a jackhammer! Literally! That was how it felt! It was then and there that I thought that she was going to destroy my pelvis and backbone. If it was any other guy, she could easily have done so, but luckily, I was armoured with my own formidable set of muscles, so I could take a hammering from the most muscular human being in the world any day. Being in a lazy dog position, I was also squashed by the full 395-pound weight of her ripped, dense musculature, only her cushy breasts provided some comfort, but her hard abs and pecs rubbing against my skin was such a huge turn on as well. And there she pounded, and pounded, with such animalistic fury that she was starting to growl like a wolf and roar like a tiger.
“GRRRRRRR…..URRRGGGHHHH….RAAARRRRR…..HUUUURRRRRR….ARRRRRGGGGHHHH…..OHHHHH YEAAAAHHH….OOOHHH YEAAAHHH…FUCCCKKK YEAAAAHHH….GRRRRRR….HURRRRR….”
I had to say, her animalistic fury was starting to turn me on. She looked so dominant, so confident, so hungry, so sexy! Eventually, the pain of the pounding turned to pleasure and I was enjoying it. Oh my God, I was being viciously raped by my ferociously dominating wife and I was liking it!
She came so hard into my belly, and I lost count how many times she did so. All I knew was, I could feel the jet spray of her juices squirting into my guts, the warmth of the fluid and tender tickling of the ejaculating pressure sending me to an endearing paradise. And one orgasm wasn’t enough for her. She went on, and on, and on…it could be at least one and a half hours. How on earth did she come up with so much cum? She was a cum-making machine! Or cum-making monster! Fuck, I didn’t know if that cock of hers could make sperm, but if it could, she could impregnate any woman at will. Just like me.
Eventually, she had to stop. She was exhausted. We had been having sex for almost 6 hours. But it was the best wedding night in history! Cleopatra and Mark Antony had nothing on us. When she was done, she just dropped her body next to mine, her sheer weight bouncing me off two feet into the air before landing back onto the mattress. She was breathing hard (she had to, she just had the best sex of her life), her enormous muscles expanding with every breath she took, every vein in her body throbbing. Still lying prone like a wasted soldier, I ran my hands over her torso, feeling the soft sweaty cushions of her bountiful breasts, and the bumpy washboards of her eight pack, patting her flesh as a gesture of “Well done, babe”.
I could see she was grateful too. She cuddled closer to me, planting a tender kiss on my lips as a thank you gift.
“How are you feeling, my love? Are you hurt?” she asked, running her palms tenderly over my cheek.
“No, I’m alright, my Mistress,” I said.
She giggled. “No more Mistress for now, love. And you’re no longer my ‘slave’. I am your wife. And you are my husband. The best husband a girl could ever ask for. And I love you so much.”
“I love you so much too.”
“Thank you for doing this,” she said.
“It’s my pleasure. You know, I kinda enjoyed it actually. We should do this more often.”
“Really? Oh man, you ARE the best!”
“Just be careful not to kill me. Hehe. You were a bit scary back there…’cause you just got so huge…and strong,” I said jokingly.
“Awww, don’t worry babe. Remember, no matter how big or strong I get, I will never, ever do anything to harm you. I promise babe,” Sienna said, before kissing me on the cheek. “Let’s get some sleep.”
“Good night, babe.”
“Good night.” And with that, Sienna curled herself into a rippling dense ball of muscular flesh, and tucked herself snugly into my chest. It felt good, taking care of a girl like her, despite her being much bigger than me, and if she wanted to, she could just slaughter me with her bare hands. But she wouldn’t do that, because she was my wife. And she loved me. I loved her too, and I would do anything in my power to protect her, even if she was stronger than me. With that, I pulled the sheets over us, and wrapped both my arms and legs around her, shielding her with the warmth of my endearing solace.
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This is my favorite kind of story, where both the male and female characters get massive together! 8)
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This is my favorite kind of story, where both the male and female characters get massive together! 8)
200% with you. So long as he doesn’t become subservient
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wow just wow. This story is beyond sexy. I hope she continues to grow more and more even in the dick department.
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Hope the both will grow and perhaps he reached he size but the she will outmuscle him again in this body part. So it is not always about size but also strenght.
Great story. Thanks +k
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Hey Apley44,
Unfortunately your "mail inbox" is full, so that I could not send you my praise and my proposals via mail.
That's why I post them here.
I WOULD LIKE TO ASK ALL READERS OF THE STORY "GENETIC GIANTS" NOT TO CONTINUE READING THIS AS THIS IS NOT THE CONTINUATION OF THE STORY, BUT JUST SOME PROPOSALS OR FANTASIES OF MINE
Well Apley44, I really enjoy your story "Genetic Giants". I have asome little proposal sfor the next chapter/s that I want to share with you:
Sienna finds out about a gym for hardcore male bodybuilders and hunky porn stars who train naked and love to smack talk. They also lift weights with their huge cocks by putting a cock ring with an attached chain on their members. You can add weight plates to the chain for "cock curls". The biggest studs (black men with huge cocks, all 10 to 12 inches) perform cock lifts with 45-50 pounds.
Jon contacts the owner of the gym Drew Bullard "the bull" and - being Mr. Olympia - gets an invitation to train with the "alpha studs" if he can live up to the preconditions of the gym... being shredded and muscled (what they grant him being Mr. Olympia) and having a big and thick cock (at least 9 inches). He has to send a dick pick to Drew to prove his worthiness. Jon wants to decline the request (or rather order) at first, but Sienna talks him into it. She wants to set "those fuckers" up. Jon agrees with her plan.
He visits the "alpha studs", shows that he can perform in weightlifting (outlifting almost all other guys) and is shown how to perform cock curls with the cockring and the chained weights. Outlifting some of the guys while lifting 35 pounds for several reps, Jon gets cocky and challenges Drew to a cock lifting challenge. Drew accepts with the condition that the winner has to suck the loser's cock. Jon hesitates, but when the other guys call him a pussy, he accepts while knowing that he already sucked a huge cock (Sienna's) and is unlikely to lose anyways.
Jon, however, is no match for Drew who has trained his cock (which he calls pillar of power and he-man cock) for several years and defeats Jon soundly lifting 50 pounds for 6 reps while smack talking Jon whose cock goes semi-hard trying to lift 45 pounds. Jon has to kneel and suck Drew's cock. When he has just started sucking, Drew laughs out loud while flexing and posing. He shouts: "Yeah, Mr. OLYMPIA! SUCK MY HE-MAN COCK! Your dick is NO MATCH for my PILLAR OF POWER!!! Is there ANYONE ELSE who wants to challenge the King?!?" The other guys shake their heads and say... "No, Drew. YOU are the Boss!" "You are the fucking king, Drew! YOU rule!" "Mr. Olympia is YOUR FUCKING BITCH, man!"
Then Sienna enters the gym in just a posing thong and a bikini and shouts "Let him GO! I will challenge you, Drew!" Then she flexes and her bikini snaps and flies away freeing her gigantic muscle boobs. When she flexes Boudica her posing thong is ripped apart as well. Everyone else gasps when her 12 inches thick cock is revealed standing proudly erect.
Drew accepts the challenge grabbing the head of Jon and pushing his cock into Jon's mouth one last time (almost suffocating him) before letting him go. Jon has to catch his breath.
Sienna and Drew perform cock lifts to a draw. Noone can outlift the other one maxing out at 3 reps with 55 pounds. They have to solve the tie with a cockfight. First one to start cumming loses. They grind their big cocks into each other. Finally Sienna wins the cock fight. Drew cums first and has to suck off Siena. Siena proclaims herself the new boss of the "alpha studs" while asking anyone to challenge her. Noone does. The alpha studs invite their women and girlfriends to the gym and they have an orgy.
In a future installment Jon might outperform Drew in cock lifting and cock size etc. claiming the spot of 2nd in command. Drew accepts his new role as 3rd in command. Then they could plan for further "conquests".
Just some ideas, apley44. I really would love to see some cock lifting from Sienna. Her (and Jon) outcocking and dominating some arrogant muscle studs would be a real turn-on.
However, it is your story and I will be looking forward to future installments regardless if you decide to implement my ideas into your story or not.
Keep up the great work!
Your fan
monstarmaster (mm)
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This an awful idea.
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Agree that bad idea
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Hey Apley44,
Unfortunately your "mail inbox" is full, so that I could not send you my praise and my proposals via mail.
That's why I post them here.
I WOULD LIKE TO ASK ALL READERS OF THE STORY "GENETIC GIANTS" NOT TO CONTINUE READING THIS AS THIS IS NOT THE CONTINUATION OF THE STORY, BUT JUST SOME PROPOSALS OR FANTASIES OF MINE
Well Apley44, I really enjoy your story "Genetic Giants". I have asome little proposal sfor the next chapter/s that I want to share with you:
Sienna finds out about a gym for hardcore male bodybuilders and hunky porn stars who train naked and love to smack talk. They also lift weights with their huge cocks by putting a cock ring with an attached chain on their members. You can add weight plates to the chain for "cock curls". The biggest studs (black men with huge cocks, all 10 to 12 inches) perform cock lifts with 45-50 pounds.
Jon contacts the owner of the gym Drew Bullard "the bull" and - being Mr. Olympia - gets an invitation to train with the "alpha studs" if he can live up to the preconditions of the gym... being shredded and muscled (what they grant him being Mr. Olympia) and having a big and thick cock (at least 9 inches). He has to send a dick pick to Drew to prove his worthiness. Jon wants to decline the request (or rather order) at first, but Sienna talks him into it. She wants to set "those fuckers" up. Jon agrees with her plan.
He visits the "alpha studs", shows that he can perform in weightlifting (outlifting almost all other guys) and is shown how to perform cock curls with the cockring and the chained weights. Outlifting some of the guys while lifting 35 pounds for several reps, Jon gets cocky and challenges Drew to a cock lifting challenge. Drew accepts with the condition that the winner has to suck the loser's cock. Jon hesitates, but when the other guys call him a pussy, he accepts while knowing that he already sucked a huge cock (Sienna's) and is unlikely to lose anyways.
Jon, however, is no match for Drew who has trained his cock (which he calls pillar of power and he-man cock) for several years and defeats Jon soundly lifting 50 pounds for 6 reps while smack talking Jon whose cock goes semi-hard trying to lift 45 pounds. Jon has to kneel and suck Drew's cock. When he has just started sucking, Drew laughs out loud while flexing and posing. He shouts: "Yeah, Mr. OLYMPIA! SUCK MY HE-MAN COCK! Your dick is NO MATCH for my PILLAR OF POWER!!! Is there ANYONE ELSE who wants to challenge the King?!?" The other guys shake their heads and say... "No, Drew. YOU are the Boss!" "You are the fucking king, Drew! YOU rule!" "Mr. Olympia is YOUR FUCKING BITCH, man!"
Then Sienna enters the gym in just a posing thong and a bikini and shouts "Let him GO! I will challenge you, Drew!" Then she flexes and her bikini snaps and flies away freeing her gigantic muscle boobs. When she flexes Boudica her posing thong is ripped apart as well. Everyone else gasps when her 12 inches thick cock is revealed standing proudly erect.
Drew accepts the challenge grabbing the head of Jon and pushing his cock into Jon's mouth one last time (almost suffocating him) before letting him go. Jon has to catch his breath.
Sienna and Drew perform cock lifts to a draw. Noone can outlift the other one maxing out at 3 reps with 55 pounds. They have to solve the tie with a cockfight. First one to start cumming loses. They grind their big cocks into each other. Finally Sienna wins the cock fight. Drew cums first and has to suck off Siena. Siena proclaims herself the new boss of the "alpha studs" while asking anyone to challenge her. Noone does. The alpha studs invite their women and girlfriends to the gym and they have an orgy.
In a future installment Jon might outperform Drew in cock lifting and cock size etc. claiming the spot of 2nd in command. Drew accepts his new role as 3rd in command. Then they could plan for further "conquests".
Just some ideas, apley44. I really would love to see some cock lifting from Sienna. Her (and Jon) outcocking and dominating some arrogant muscle studs would be a real turn-on.
However, it is your story and I will be looking forward to future installments regardless if you decide to implement my ideas into your story or not.
Keep up the great work!
Your fan
monstarmaster (mm)
Dear monstarmaster,
First of all, i do apologise that you couldnt send a message into my inbox. I was not aware that it was full. But it was great to hear that you wanted to reach out.
Thank you so much for your suggestion. And i am truly honoured that you took the time to come up with this interesting plotline. I have to say, I did enjoy reading it. Im happy that you referred to Sienna’s cock/clit as Boudicca! True fan right there. Your concept is very unique, and i was a little turned on, if i say so myself. You did capture Sienna’s essence of dominance. Kudos to you, monstarmaster.
Hmm, as of this moment, i am pondering with multiple ways of advancing the story. I do have ideas in my head and all i have to do is put them to paper. I do get multiple suggestions from readers from time to time, on how to advance the story. I am truly honoured as it shows that people do care about the story.
Anyways, i dont really promise anyone on whether i accept/reject suggestions. It depends on where the story is going and what sort of story i want to write. My mind changes all the time. But i do thank you, monstarmaster, for your suggestions. Readers like you keep me going forward. I would also like to thank all other readers who have followed this story so far, and those who have given their kind comments as well.
As for you, monstarmaster, seems like you have a passion for writing. I really do hope read some of your stories here someday. (Or you are already had stories in this forum in the past? If yes, i would love to read them). In the end of the day, we are all female muscle lovers, with different specific tastes on how we love our ladies. Its great that this community exists to help us connect with each other and share our interests.
Regards,
Apley44
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Chapter 10
I couldn’t wait for our honeymoon. It was like a week after the wedding, so while we waited for the day to come, we had our little “pre-honeymoon” in our own mansion. Knowing her new fetish, I pampered my wife with hours upon hours of granting her fantasy – letting her dominate all over me with her muscular body and unrelenting libido. She was getting bigger and stronger. She was putting on another 5 pounds of muscle since the wedding, making her a whopping 400 pounds of pure womanly muscle! There was no stopping this Genetic Giant. But because Genetic Giant was kinda like my nickname in the bodybuilding world, if she wanted to break into the scene, she would need her own distinct nickname. Because of how ferocious she was in bed, and in the gym - her workouts were fucking brutal, atrocious, and she could physically manhandle the biggest baddest fighters in the world by pure brute force alone. She still went to the Goddess Generation gym. To train her MMA and wrestling skills. Because of how unstoppable Sienna was getting, Dana had decided to form a new subsidiary company – The Goddess Fight Club. In this club, she managed to hire some of the best fighters from all over the world, some of them were MMA experts, some of them were highly-trained former army commandoes, some are former professional wrestlers. They’d arrive at the gym almost twice a week, whereby their main client, Sienna would spar. And this sparring was no holds barred. They signed a contract, each of them would be paid an attractive 5000 dollars per hour, but in return, they must give their all. They must fight like their lives depended on it, and not hold back. In return, Sienna would do the same. And every single time, Sienna would emerge victorious. No matter how big they were, or how much she was outnumbered. Once, she completely destroyed eight fighters at once, all of them bigger than the largest NFL quarterbacks. All of them ended in the hospital, though Sienna decided to bear the medical costs. It took her less than one and a half minutes to beat them to a pulp, using a combination of brute strength, agility and skill. Because of this, I decided to propose to her the nickname of “Brutal Belle”. Sienna “Brutal Belle” Cox.
And a latest surprise was the occasional threesome with Dana. Oh my God, it was just paradise. It was Sienna’s idea. She wanted to know how it felt like, stuffing her gigantic cock into a woman’s vagina. She couldn’t stuff it into her own, so she decided her bisexual crush, Dana, would do the trick. Dana was putting on an INSANE amount of muscle mass as well. As of now, she was as big as, if not bigger than, prime Kai Greene. She came a long way from the time when I first met her. At that time, she was already the biggest Miss Olympia there ever lived. That time, she went on stage, with the ability to beat prime Arnold and Lou Ferrigno. Because of her unprecedented invincibility and sheer massiveness, the Miss Olympia had to undergo a new evolution. Gone were the days of Andrea Shaw and Iris Kyle. From that day on, when you want to compete in the Miss Olympia, you had to look as big as Arnold, and Arnold wasn’t even the biggest bodybuilder if you compare with the modern mass monsters like Big Ramy or Ronnie Coleman. But for ladies to look as big as Arnold, that was an evolution in itself. That was why current Miss Olympia competitors, like Yasmin Kim (our officiant for the wedding) and Polina Remkova (the Russian girl who wrestled the bear) were putting on muscle upon muscle. These were the pioneers of the new Miss Olympia age.
But then again, Dana was just on a different level, she was just too HUGE and RIPPED for the Miss Olympia. If she stepped on stage now, she would shame even the Mr Olympias. That was how big she had become. Of course, Sienna and I, we loved BIG women. BIG, STRONG, MUSCULAR women. And Dana was as big as they could get.
Dana’s measurements:
Weight: 370 pounds
Height: 6 feet
Chest: 62 inches
Waist: 30 inches
Arms: 28 inches
Thighs: 40 inches
Calves: 28 inches
I’m telling you, she was humungous. Nowhere near our size but for a girl, and seeing that she was just 26, fuck! She must be insane! And boy, did she show it! When we invited her over, we decided to start off with a naked morning workout in my private gym. There we were, bench pressing 500 pounds for reps and deadlifting 650 pounds. All that sweat, glistening over Dana’s peachy pale skin, decorated with a tapestry of chiselled striations and pencil-thick veins. She was gorgeous. Of course, not as gorgeous as Sienna (my wife was Goddess level), but let’s just say, if Dana didn’t go into bodybuilding, she would be perfect for Victoria’s Secret. Her perfect dirty blonde hair and sapphire eyes, she was definitely worthy of a modelling career. But she chose bodybuilding, and fuck, it was like the best choice she ever made in her life. Who doesn’t want a young, gorgeous girl going on stage with a powerful, ripped body that could put any male bodybuilder to shame. Right now, two of these girls were in my house. One of them became my wife, and the other, I was going to fuck in a pleasurable threesome.
Standing side-by-side, and flexing, those two ladies were making me cum. Just by watching. I tried not to masturbate at the sight of them challenging each other with their terrifyingly ripped musculature and flawless posing. They did a front double bicep in front of the mirror, and damn! I observed those mountainous peaks of theirs, like a bowling ball was stuff underneath their skin, beautifully sculpted that you could make out the separation between the different heads, and the surrounding triceps and shoulder muscles. And those forearms. They both have forearms bigger than some men’s thighs! Those beefy thick muscular pillars of meat, covered with their silky sweaty skin, decorated with layers upon layers of sinews and striations, the pencil-thick veins snaking about, tapering into the formidable balls of their fists – ready to crush rocks in their grips. Pair that with the radiant smiles from their perfect white teeth, and luscious lips (the same lips that kiss me to sleep every night), it was unbelievable. How can something so feminine and beautiful, be so sexy, strong and powerful at the same time?
“HUUUUURRRRR! MMMPH!”
“OH YEAH BABE! HUUUUMMMM…URRRGGGGHHH!”
Their grunts and groans as they started pumping up their massive muscles just made it even sexier.
“Check me out Dana! Check out my big beautiful biceps! All those concentration curls….urrrgggghhh…and this is what I’ve built! Perfection!” Sienna bragged, as she flexed and unflexed to pump those guns of hers even bigger.
“I won’t deny that babe. Your arms are HUGE! But when it comes to abs,” Dana twisted into a side crunch, admiring those aesthetically sculpted eight-packs of hers, with veins galore, “I have better abs!”
“We’ll see about that!” And Sienna went into her own abdominals pose, lifting up her bare perky boobs just to get a better look of her eight-pack in the mirror. She took a deep breath, and flexed and boom! Her abs just exploded. “Look at me! My abs are just as good as yours!”
I do agree that there are major differences in their ab structure. Dana was more symmetrical, each brick of muscle, lined up perfectly next to each other, tapering into a magnificent V-shaped Adonis belt, more magnificent than the greatest Greek gods of Mount Olympus. Her bellybutton made it the more cuter. Unlike Sienna’s innie bellybutton, Dana was an outie, like those on Amanda Machado, and I just found it fascinating. I remembered before I met Sienna, I used to have casual sex with Dana whenever we meet in bodybuilding competitions, and playing with her bellybutton was one of my trademark foreplay moves.
Not that Sienna’s eight-pack was inferior. Despite being asymmetrical, which I believe was a genetic thing, I loved it all the same. The uniqueness of their uneven nature was what made them cute. Plus, Sienna had much better obliques and serratus anteriors, and her lowest two abs had this long tapered, inverted triangular shape that bulged and stretched all the way to her groin, which I found sexy. And oh, Sienna had many more veins – about five or six, as compared to Dana’s four - and were more tortuous and juicy.
“Hey Jon, what are you sitting down there for, with your big boner? Come and flex with us! We’re having so much fun!” called Sienna.
I chuckled. “No worries, I’m just enjoying the view. You two are just incredible! Gorgeous!”
“Come on, love. Show us your signature mooost MUSCULAR!”
“Oh alright,” I said, getting up from my bench, as the ladies jumped like they were kids granted an ice-cream cone. It was hard to imagine that these two ladies, despite how ripped and terrifyingly muscular they were, could still show a side of innocent femininity like that. It was refreshing.
I got between them and cranked up the most powerful most muscular pose I could muster. My whole body just exploded. My veins bulged, my muscles rippled. I smiled. I still got it. I was huge! Here I was, imagining the greatest fantasies my muscular babes could offer me, but I kept forgetting, albeit briefly, that I was the greatest MALE bodybuilder there ever was. My posing was amazing, my muscles just oozed confidence. I wouldn’t forget that two years ago, I was going around fucking chicks left and right like the misogynistic bastard that I was. Now I was humbled by my wife, and in return, I had all my fantasies fulfilled by her. I didn’t need all that fucking around anymore. I had a legendary bodybuilder for a wife, and she loved my muscles just the same, no matter how much bigger than me she got.
“Mmmm…what a man,” Sienna said, running her pretty hands all over my gigantic beef of an arm.
“He’s a stud. You’re so lucky Sienna…” Dana said, stroking my wide back.
They each gave me a kiss on either side of my cheeks.
“Oops look at that, all this flexing made my lovely man quite excited,” Sienna observed, gesturing at my painfully erect cock that was dripping with pre-cum. “Here, Dana, why don’t we help him finish the job.”
And the girls took a deep breath and went into their own most muscular poses.
“HUUUUURRRRR!”
“UUUUURRRRRRGGHH!”
All those densely-built muscles, hulking out from the bodies of these beautiful ladies…their sheer show of strength and raw power, their incredible size, the formidability of their confidence…Sienna did a quad stomp that shook the whole house, that even the dust from the ceilings trickled down to the floor, but her thighs…an irresistible display of mass, cable-like striations and gorgeous definition. I couldn’t take it anymore.
I came, and the juice just shot out and splattered all over the place.
“Mmmmmm yeah…JONATHAN JUICE!!!” Dana cheered, scrambling to put my cock into her mouth and accept whatever cum I had left.
“I’m amazing, aren’t I, love? I can make you cum with my beautiful, amazing mmmmuscles, so HUGE and STRONG. Oh…I’m just obsessed with this!”
Sienna went into a side chest, admiring her growing pecs dancing in the light. Then she turned around and she slid into a back double bicep, taking the opportunity to admire what she deemed were the best muscles of her entire body: her back. And I agree, as Dana gave me a relentless blowjob, I entertained myself with the invincibility of my wife’s enormous back…one built from sweat and iron and tears (and lots and lots of meat and protein). I think I mentioned in the earlier chapters that I had pioneered the development of two undiscovered muscles on my back, but Sienna, observing her beauty, I noticed at least six more undiscovered muscles that I didn’t have, all fittingly moulded amongst the destructive deltoids, remarkable rhomboids, thundering traps, rumbling lats and rippling erector spinae. And when I traced my eyes over those posterior thighs, just astonishing. Her bulging adductor muscles, searing glutes, humungous hamstrings and diamond-cut calves (each head bigger than a rugby ball), all forming a death-sentencing package for anyone who dares to mess with her. She could just wrap her legs around your head and squash your skull like a watermelon. She could even strangle your torso like an anaconda, and break every rib and vertebrae in your body. Just like how she did those elite fighters she was training with. She slapped her hamstrings, just to test how firm they were, and they were super firm, and dense, and hard, before bending down sensually to feel those rock-solid calves of hers.
If she wanted to be, she could be an unstoppable killing machine. And I mean that. I would be curious to see how she would destroy any fighter in a fight to the death. How easy would that be for her, if she just used the full extent of her brute strength in a no holds bar fight to the death. How easily she would humiliate and crush the team of ten to twenty expert fighters charging at her, mangling their ribs with her legs while crushing their skulls in each hand, before destroying these people’s necks in an arm hold. All the while as they helplessly kick and punch her dense hard body, only to break their own bones in the process, for her hard-earned muscles were a natural-set of battle armour built to withstand any blow from a trained fighter. Heck, even her own deltoids were so huge, it was as if she was wearing NFL-grade shoulder pads, only that her delts were much, much bigger and harder than any shoulder pad in any NFL league. How many single-strike death-blows could she launch with that powerfully built arm of hers? I imagined she could punch a hole in the wall with her bare fist (she said she did that before), so imagine the amount of damage she could do to a human being. An uppercut to the jaw could break the mandible to a hundred pieces, crush the brain, shatter every teeth and snap the cervical vertebrae in half. Instant death. And I imagine this everyday: if Sienna decided not to hold back, how terrifyingly brutal could she be? It would be so easy for her, considering the strength she had built. Brutal Belle. She liked the name.
“Alright Dana. That’s enough. Your pussy is mine!” said Sienna, which snapped me out of my brooding trance. “Come here and let me fuck your brains out, you bitch!”
She started her dominant mode again. The threesome was happening.
Sienna, like a feral she-wolf in heat, stuffed her cock into Dana’s pink, tender vagina, and pounded her like crazy. She was merciless when she was in dominant sex mode.
“OHHHH FUCKKKK, MY MISTRESS! DON’T STOP! YOU FUCK BETTER THAN ANY MAN I HAD EVER BEEN WITH….AHHHHH.”
Wow. My wife was a legend.
“Hey, son of a bitch! Come here and stuff your heavy dick into my pussy!” Sienna ordered.
She preferred me being under. So to allow me to actually go under, she had to lift Dana off the ground for me to slide below. Sienna was strong, very strong. By just using her cock alone (no hands), she lifted Dana’s 370 pound body off the ground like it was nothing. Dana wasn’t even holding on to Sienna because she was too busy fondling her own tits. Sienna knew this show of strength really turned me on, and she smirked when I stared at her with that awe-struck expression. Just to bask in all her powerful glory, Sienna gave a front double bicep, just for the fun of it. Then, I lay below her, and she engulfed my cock in her warm, tight pussy.
At this point, we were in a sort of modified double penetration position. I was the one under, with the weight of two 370-400 pound female bodybuilders on top of me. Dana was between me and Sienna, with Sienna penetrating Dana and me penetrating Sienna. But we dared not do all the work. Sienna, being the dominant one that she was, was pounding both of us. Every-time she thrusted her hips into Dana, I felt the full forced of her vagina receiving my cock.
To top off the ultimate show of strength, Sienna dragged both me and Dana to a nearby pull-up bar with her insanely powerful genitals. At this point, Sienna had become so incredibly muscular, that she was able to contract and relax her vaginal muscles at will. So u could imagine how she was grabbing onto my dick with her pussy and pulling my bodyweight along with it. Then, in one swift motion, I felt her vagina contracting tighter around my erection as she jumped and reached for the pull-up bar. Dana was there, her massive body half-limp with the unrelenting pleasure of Sienna’s cock. And just like that, Sienna was hanging from the pull-up bar, her vagina holding on to me by my dick as I dangled three feet off the ground, with Dana on top of me, supported by my torso and the strength of Sienna’s cock inside her. And from there, Sienna started doing pull-ups, rep after rep, with the combined weight of her own 400-pound mass of pure muscle, my 395-pound body and Dana’s 370 pounds. A total of 1165 pounds and she was repping like it was nothing. Okay…maybe it wasn’t nothing, she was controlling her breathing, exhaling with every pull-up, I could see her biceps exploding with power, larger than the size of volleyballs, the veins bursting out of her flesh as thick as my fingers, the sweat dripping down her bulldozer arms, her deltoids just screaming with power. And if that wasn’t enough, in a show of superhuman muscle coordination, along with every upper body pull-up, she was doing vaginal pull-ups as well, her pussy muscles contracting and relaxing, pulling and releasing my dick from her vagina, using my 395-pound body as a weight for her incredible and sexy “vaginal curls”.
By the 14th rep, she was screaming. But she managed to switch on that insane beast-mode of hers and crank out an extra 6 reps, before stopping and releasing us at the 20th rep. By then, her veins were throbbing, her body soaked with perspiration, but I could see the pride in her face as she stomped over to the mirror for a full-on most muscular. And my, it was indeed the MOST MUSCULAR she had ever been.
“HAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGHHHHH!” She flexed, her humungous arms just bursting with power and strength…it was just a monstrosity! A beautiful, sexy, powerful monstrosity!
“I am RIPPED! I am HUGE! I am BRUTALLLL! I am UNSTOPPABLE!” She bragged, pumping those huge arms which I think were over 35 inches now, bigger than Jay Cutler’s thighs. And that was when she came all over the gym, and you know how much of a cum-making monster she was. The whole place, from walls, to ceilings, to floor, was soaked with her juices, being pumped out by that garden hose of a cock she had. The most incredible cock in the world, all 12-inches of her, and it belonged to a girl.
I was so lucky.
UP NEXT: Honeymoon at the Arnold Classic, as Sienna, former Sports Illustrated and Victoria’s Secret supermodel, shows off her shredded, massive, muscular physique to the world for the first time ever.
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K+ amazing work
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Really great! Awesome chapter! Klease keep up the incredible work!!!
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As always, thank you all for the kind words. Apologies for the great length of time between chapters. However, I do have some ideas on how this story is gonna go. I would love to reach the chapter soon on explaining how our protagonists got their insane muscles (and maybe add an antagonist? Not sure yet). Anyways, enjoy this new chapter.
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Chapter 11
Some people do their honeymoons in the nice, warm beaches of Hawaii, or take a cruise to the Caribbean. I had seen people fly to Iceland and some went city hopping in South East Asia. Nope, not for us. When you’re as huge and ripped as us, you have to live, sleep and breathe bodybuilding, and that includes the honeymoon. Sienna and I, being the obsessed bodybuilding couple that we were, decided to do our honeymoon at the Arnold Classic in Columbus, Ohio.
Well, it wasn’t a sudden knee-jerk decision. Two months ago, I was invited by the organising committee to guest pose for the Arnold Classic. Despite being one of the most prestigious bodybuilding shows besides the Olympia, I tend to skip it because I don’t know…when you’re as invincible as me in the bodybuilding scene, you tend to stop insulting your own greatness by wasting your time joining so many bodybuilding shows. I know, it was a rude and arrogant thing to say, but seriously, bodybuilding is a merciless sport. I had won five consecutive Arnolds in my day. And in my last win, I could see absolutely no one that could come close to challenging me. I was miles ahead of the second placed winner, whose name I don’t even remember. And until today, it was the same. I had no worthy opponent. Let the newcomers get their glory. I might as well enjoy my life at home and just show up once a year to win the all-important Olympia.
But guest posing did make me a fair amount of money, without the stress of competing, so I took it up. That was before Sienna showed up at my doorstep with her new glorious physique. Now that she had become this all-conquering mass-monster, I thought it would be a great time to convince her to guest pose alongside me. It was too late for her to join as a competitor, but I negotiated with the PR people, and got them to agree for a couple’s guest pose.
Of course, I kept the identity of my mysterious posing partner a secret. That was my term, or I was pulling out of the deal. You see, Sienna had made it an effort to keep her newfound musculature under wraps from the public eye for quite some time. She put on decent disguises when she went out – covered in large sunglasses, oversized hoodies and trousers. Some people even thought she was a man, due to how tomboyish and HUGE she was. In our wedding, it was a fairly private affair with close friends and family (and no paparazzi). She even stopped updating her Insta****. Even when she does post for her 2.3 million followers, she made it a point to not show anything about her body.
But today. Today was the day. She agreed to take up the guest pose and made this day her “coming out” day. Once we settled into the hotel, we made our way to the expo. I was pretty much being myself, flaunting everything I had with a low-cut stringer vest, showing off the beauty of my enormous arms, canyon-like back and textbook pecs. Sienna kept a low profile, preferring to keep a safe distance from me as I strutted around the expo, in case someone got curious enough to ask who she was or worse, straight up recognise her. She covered herself up pretty nicely, with a custom-made XXXXL grey jacket, the hood snugly covering her head, with a pair of Ray-bans and custom-made pants. Despite being tailored specifically for her, the jacket and pants were struggling to contain her hulking musculature, the fabric stretched almost to their limit even as she relaxed. One accidental flex, and the material would rip apart. Way to keep a low profile. But for now, she was fairly safe, no one seemed to recognise her and she didn’t seem too out of place among a crowd of bodybuilding enthusiasts. Well, she was much, much more massive than any of the bodybuilders here, but so far, she only attracted curious stares. So far, no one managed to break her cover.
As I made myself slowly across the expo, stopping every few feet for the fan selfie and autographs, I managed to escaped the mob and reach the changing rooms. There, I was greeted by the PR rep, Miss Oaks. She was probably in her late 30s, and although she wasn’t a competitor, she had a pretty decent physique. Definitely a MILF, but I was a married man, so I put that thought out of my mind.
“Hi, nice to meet you Mr Cox. I hope your journey here isn’t too difficult,” she smiled, reaching to shake my hand.
“Nope, I enjoyed it. The crowds are wild, aren’t they?”
“As soon as they heard you were coming, tickets soared,” she eyed Sienna as she made her way into the changing room, “Hi there, you must be Mr Cox’s posing partner. How may I address you, Sir?”
I chuckled. “Oh no, she is no Sir.”
Miss Oaks jumped. “She? I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed. You looked amazingly huge, almost as big as Mr Cox, so I just assumed…”
“No worries, Miss Oaks,” Sienna said, taking off her hoodie and removing her sunglasses, “I’m Sienna Cox, Jon’s wife.”
Miss Oaks’ jaw dropped, either at the sudden recognition of who Sienna was, or just at the sheer size of the bodybuilding monster standing in front of her. Sienna was almost a foot taller than her, and four times as wide. Standing face to face, Sienna looked as if she could bundle up Miss Oaks in a bear hug and break every single delicate bone in her body. Now, just in her tiny lingerie, Sienna’s physique was there for her to see. Miss Oaks, despite working in the PR department for almost ten years, probably had never seen so much muscle on a girl before, such beauty, such size, such definition, all so extreme, let alone on a gracefully gorgeous girl like Sienna. The body that Sienna was showing her now, it was terrifying. I experienced this terror before, but it was a good kind of terror, one that fulfilled all my fantasies. And to imagine that Sienna was more massive and ripped now as compared to when she first revealed her body to me. Miss Oaks must be shitting herself.
“Like what you see Miss Oaks?” teased Sienna, giggling like a naughty sorority girl, tracing the unbelievable snake-like veins on her right forearm with her left index finger, before curling her right elbow into a sensual flex, her left palm cupping the bowling ball peak that was her incredible right bicep. “Don’t worry, I get that a lot. It’s not everyday you see a girl as gorgeous as me put on this much MUSCLE. Ooooh…check out this HUGE bicep of mine. Say, as a representative of the Arnold Classic, how much BIGGER are my biceps, compared to those male bodybuilders out there?”
“I’m sorry, Mrs Cox, for staring. That was unprofessional of me.”
“Well, I seem to recall your doubts when you contacted my husband, doubts about his new…posing partner,” Sienna said, now extending her arm to admire the lobster-clawed definition of her right triceps and pumpkin-like delts. “So, do you have any doubts now?”
“No, Mrs Cox. I’m sorry if I offended you.”
‘No, nothing of the sort. I’m just teasing you. I’m happy to be invited. You made the right choice.” Sienna turned to one of the mirrors on the wall, and did a crab pose, all her upper body muscles exploding with sheer power. “Oh yeah, I’m RIPPED! Aren’t I, Miss Oaks?”
“Yes, you are Mrs Cox.”
“Alright. Thank you for your time, Mrs Cox. If there isn’t anything more, maybe Sienna and I can get changed? I’m sure you have much to do as well,” I said.
“Oh right, sorry Mr and Mrs Cox. I will leave you to it. You can use the pump-up room back-stage. You’ll be on in one hour.”
“Thank you, Miss Oaks,” Sienna said, as the PR rep closed the door behind her.
I stripped out of my clothes, and Sienna did the same, unzipping her track bottoms and untying her bra. Pretty soon, we were naked, two incredibly muscular human beings, preparing for the stage. I put on my posing trunk, the one I wore in my last Olympia. Sienna had to put on men’s trunks too, with a matching tiny bra set, showing off as much boob as possible, with all those glorious beefy pecs as well. She squeezed her chest, interlocking her hands in front of her and her titanic pecs rumbled to life, showing off a tapestry of veins, cuts and sinews. While my trunk was leathery black, hers was a plain white. She loved white. Our posing trunks had to be custom-made. We didn’t have a choice, considering the package we were carrying. Sienna had Boudicca, I had Titus. If it were up to us, we would pose full-on nude, showing off every inch of our bodies in all their glory. But obviously, the federation wouldn’t allow that, so we had to stick to our tiny posing suits. Even then, our huge dicks was threatening to burst out, our long erection stretching out the tiny piece of fabric, to the point that our thick shafts were visible from the sides. Seeing myself and my wife, half-naked, admiring ourselves in the mirror, it was perfect.
As I gelled my hair, Sienna took out her make-up kit and started applying her foundation. Sometimes, with all the brutal workouts and the dominant aura she was emanating, I forgot she used to be one of the most sought-after supermodels in the world. Powdering up those bouncy cheeks, reddening those luscious lips that kissed me to bed each night, lining those jewelled eyes with mascara, she reminded me of the time she became the face of L’Oreal, her breathtaking face displayed on the streets of New York, Paris and Los Angeles. Tying her wavy golden blonde hair in a high ponytail, her biceps and forearms twisting with every movement, she knew I was watching her, so as she put on the final touch ups, she puckered up and blew me a tenderly kiss in the mirror. Oh, man, my heart…
“That face, that body…you’re insanely perfect,” I complimented.
She caressed my cheek, “I know. I meant to be.” And she pecked me on the neck.
We then quickly oiled each other up, and I wish I had to take my sweet time feeling all of her rock-hard muscles, but we still needed to pump up. As we ran our hands over each other’s bodies, gently feeling up every hard bulge and crevice, I couldn’t help but notice our raging erections meeting each other, mine and hers, Titus and Boudicca feeling each other up like how we were doing to each other’s bodies.
And I had to say, we did a great job. If our natural bodies looked formidable, the oil made us look god-like. Our muscles glistening in the light, Sienna commented, “Check us out, babe. Not only are we carved like bronze statues, we are just as hard too.”
“Oh yeah, and look at those glutes of yours! They’re shining like two metal orbs.”
She slapped her gigantic, muscular butt, the size of basketballs, before letting them erupt into a tantalising flex. She groaned as she got seduced by her own power, before twisting into a side crunch, “Don’t forget my abs too!”
“We both know you have a marvellous set of eight-packs.”
It was true, those rectus abdominis of hers, washboard in their nature, each pebbled muscle boasting the size and hardness of bricks. I remember one time, during one of her dominating sex sessions, she challenged me to grab a piece of brick and smash it as hard as I could against her midriff. I did as I was told, and true enough, the brick shattered into a hundred pieces, and she wasn’t even flexing. She was just laughing. I knew she wasn’t flexing because moments later, she did just that, going into a thighs and abdominals pose, arms folded behind her head, and as she squeezed her glorious eight-packs, the cuts between each muscle narrowed and the remaining brick debris trapped between them (most the size of marbles of peas) were crushed as her muscles clamped down on them. By the time she relaxed, what flowed out of the sexy crevices of her abs were nothing but a fine sandy powder that used to be stone debris.
There was a knock on the door. Miss Oaks peeped in. “So you two ready? Let’s have you two in the pump up room. It’s private, just for our guests.”
“Very good,” I said.
We requested a private pump up room because I just knew the amount of weights we were going to use. Almost all available, and if we were to do that, none of the competitors would have a chance to pump up. So we got our own room, and it was heaven for us. A quick but intense workout to get the blood pumping into our million-dollar muscles.
But even that was hardly enough. We wanted to do squats, but there were only weights up to 500 pounds, so to add to that, we decided to piggyback on each other, while squatting with the barbell, since we weighed almost 400 pounds each. That was more closer to our workout weight. As Sienna squatted her 500 pound barbell and my 400-pound body weight, I could feel my erection pressing against her back. But knowing how many bumps and ridges there were on her humongous back, I had to be careful in case my dick slipped in between one of them and she accidentally crushed my dick with her muscles.
As she grunted ferociously to finish up her 12th rep, I let go. With all the sweat and oil and pumping muscles, she looked unstoppable. After a few more sets of brutal barbell curls, barbell rows, bench presses and shoulder presses, Miss Oaks came in for our final call.
“Mr and Mrs Cox, you’re up in 5 minutes.”
It’s show time.
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This is fantastic. Might be your best chapter. Am looking forward to the next one with bated breath. K+
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Great to see more, and that the story is reaching a climax. Keep up the good work.
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Amazing! And the Idea of a Antagonist sounds awesome.
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A challenger is about to enter the scene? Great! That's a good motivator for upping the gym training game! Looking very much forward to this.
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Thank you for reading, and thank you for the comments. It was very encouraging. Let’s see how Sienna shows off all that HARD work she had been putting on to the entire world. Enjoy.
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Chapter 12
“Ladies and gentleman, give it up for six time Mr Olympia, the Freak of Nature, Jonathan ‘Genetic Giant’ Cox!”
The smoke machine fogged the stage as the audience erupted in cheers. The stage hand then gestured me on. I took a deep breath and the crowd silenced as the thundering stomps of my bare feet shook the stage. With every step, charisma basked over me as I strutted dominantly over to centre stage, my head held high. The background music I chose further emphasised the gravitas of my performance.
I started with a front lat spread. I recalled the first day Sienna came back, appearing on my door in her massive physique, and I showed off with a lat spread (see Chapter 6). She corrected my pose. Me! Six-time Mr Olympia champion, getting owned by his wife, who was a beginner, but undoubtedly could overthrow all the legends in male bodybuilding. I was glad she corrected me. Now, I was standing there, more glorious than ever, in near-flawless posing technique.
I smiled my James Bond dimpled smile, turning my head slightly to accentuate my stud of a jawline. I could see the girls in the front row, screaming my name, jizzing their panties. I could make out the placards: “Call me, Jon!”, “Take me home tonight!”, “Be my warrior prince!”. I had so many fans, but sadly for them, I was already taken…by my significant other, my soulmate, a girl that was incomparable to any person alive, literally. Gone were the days where I would have my fangirls swarming over me, all ten to twenty of them throwing themselves at me simultaneously, fighting with each other like a clearance sale at the mall, worshipping my glorious, bulging, rock-hard muscles. How could these girls think they could compete against Sienna, in the invincible state she was in now? They would find out soon enough. Gone were the days where I would invite them to my room for a full-night orgy, me fucking them with my giant cock (one of the biggest in the world, until Sienna’s came along), destroying their pussies, filling their wombs and bodies and stomachs with gallons upon gallons of my potent jizz. Each of my balls were the size of tangerines, and everyone could see the bulge in my trunks right now.
After a series of perfectly executed poses, from the classic back double biceps that exhibited my mountainous, contour-laden back, to the sexy abdominals pose that made my solid eight-pack explode, to the less conventional half-kneeling single bicep pose that further highlighted my volleyball-sized arms, to Arnold’s mantis pose, exposing the flair and power in my forearms, triceps, pecs and shoulders. I was having so much fun, and I was so turned on by my own sex appeal and confidence. I was the epitome of bodybuilding perfection. No wonder the girls couldn’t stop going crazy for me.
But I couldn’t let myself overshadow the main attraction of the day. No doubt, it would be the everyone’s talking point after this. I got down to one knee, on the left stage, as the platform lowered itself from the ceiling. A pre-recorded voiceover took over the room.
“Long ago, in ancient Greece, there lived a civilisation known as the Spartans, famous for their formidable armies and ruthless warrior training. But what they didn’t tell you, was that in their glory, there was a girl, to whom some say was a child born out of the affair of her mother, beautiful Aphrodite and her father, strong Hercules. The girl inherited her mother’s looks, so gorgeous and graceful that no man in the seven seas could resist her temptation, and even then, some say she overshadowed Aphrodite herself. She also inherited her father’s strength and physique, so ripped and powerful that no warrior nor titan could resist her force, and even then, some say she overpowered Hercules himself. The Spartans were so impressed by her that they modelled their armour and statues after her physique, although none could possibly replicate her originality. She had been courted by conquerors such as Alexander the Great himself. Her beauty, so inviting, that she managed to seduce Hephaestus on his wedding day to Athena. She had single-handedly defeated Achilles and his army of 10,000 men, with nothing but her iron flesh and hammering fist. Sisyphus, cursed to roll a boulder up a steep hill for eternity, was shamed when this girl simply lifted the giant rock, as big and heavy as an elephant, up to the peak and crushed it to fine dust with her bare hands. And via single combat, she emerged victorious in a battle against the King of Gods, Zeus, his lightning was no match for her invincible strength and massive musculature. When she stomps, titans flee, when she roars, thunders silence. Ladies and gentleman, I bring you, the most muscular human being in the world, Miss Hercules, Mother of Boudicca, Goddess of the Amazons, Sienna “Brutal Belle” Cox!”
There was some confusion as to who she was (the world knew Sienna Brooke, not Sienna Cox) as I could hear the apprehension in the cheers, but as the platform lowered onto the stage, even when she was bounded by half a dozen dozen industrial level steel chains, the confusion turned into silent awe as no one could doubt just how massive this girl was. She was in a demonic mask, one final masquerade to keep the audience guessing. First, she had to break out of those chains. I agree, they were real chains. Six of them were heavy, we needed three men to carry them, and an extra two more to wrap it around her because of how tall and wide she was. She wasn’t inhumanly tall (she was as tall as any NBA athlete), but she was above average height. She was 6 foot 7, higher than the national average of 5 foot 9. So you can imagine most guys need to look up when speaking to her. Add that to the inhuman amount of muscle that she had rigorously built onto her beautiful body, and you have a full-blown mass monster named Sienna Cox.
We could hear the clangs of the industrial steel chains as she twitched her body. But if you think this could actually hold her, you were wrong. She balled up her fists, and in one deep breath, we could hear the terrifying snap of the first chain breaking, then the second, then the third…
…and in less than three seconds, she roared as she broke free from the sixth and final chain. These chains were used in factories and shipping ports to tie cranes and fasten cargo, but here, her powerfully built body only needed three seconds to fucking destroy them into a thousand pieces of scrap metal.
With that, the freedom from her binds and the pumping of her muscles through the feat of strength, she had gotten bigger. If the audience thought my flexing minutes ago was huge, they were simply mistaken. Sienna’s unbelievable size and mass was unprecedented, and she was, yes, without a doubt, bigger than me, a six-time Mr Olympia.
Then her voiceover played on the speakers, as she made her way off the platform in the classic bodybuilder strut, her arms hanging wide by her sides to show off those gigantic lats, her enormously capped shoulders swaying forwards with every step, her gigantic quads rippling with every stomp of her beautifully pedicured bare feet, lined with a network of web-like veins.
“I am big.” Her voice boomed in the recorded tape.
“I am bad.”
“I am RIPPED.”
“I am beautiful.”
And by then, she was off the platform and onto the stage, all the spotlights on her.
“I am Sienna.”
And with that, she tore off her mask and that was when everyone saw her face. Gorgeous, and recognisable. The bikini and fashion supermodel that guys used to jerk off to in their rooms, that girls wish to be like, was standing right in front of them, with a full frontal display of incredible muscularity.
As she slid into sensual Sergio Oliva victory pose, the screen behind her presented a video (edited by me, of course) of her amazing transformation. It started with all the gorgeous, sexy, million-dollar photos of her time modelling for Victoria’s Secret, Sports Illustrated and Playboy, that slim, toned body perfect for a summer vacation in Hawaii. It then transitioned to her brutal workouts with Dana, all the insane weights she was lifting, from 500 pound bench presses to 700 pound lateral pulldowns. I was adamant in showing how her body transformed in stages: her bikini body, then in a week, she sported a body worthy of Olympia Figure/Fitness (with conditioning worthy of putting Nicole Wilkins and Missy Truscott to shame), then after four weeks, she was ready for Olympia Women’s Physique and women’s bodybuilding, then a fortnight later, she powered to rival Chris Bumstead’s body in Olympia Classic Physique, before achieving the great bodies of Jay Cutler and Ronnie Coleman in a little over two months. I took videos of her meals, the amount of food and protein she was consuming on a daily basis to put on pound after pound of pure, solid muscle. From here, the audience could see how her body tripled or quadrupled in size from slim Miss Sports Illustrated to Mr Olympia proportions. More workout videos, and I included one where she was doing MMA training with the sparring pros, her body (now as big as mine), utterly destroying seven MMA experts with nothing but brute strength. The video ended with her in a ¾ back pose I took just three days ago, now in her invincible form, the demonic muscles of her back just giving everyone nightmares.
She winked at the audience, and got into her routine – arms wide open, slowly and gracefully going into a classic front double bicep. Both as hard as rocks, two veins as thick as my index finger running over each peak, fuelling her hungry muscles with blood and nutrients. With every flex, every pump, they got bigger, and she couldn’t help teasing the audience with her expressions, stroking her huge arms as she worshipped them in animated awe. She covered her mouth with her left hand, and feigned a gasp, as her right biceps just erupted with unprecedented size and enormity, the individual heads and tendons forming a beautiful heart shaped bulge in her arm. She then smiled and gave it a quick kiss, and I was pretty sure I was holding in my ejaculation, let alone the audience.
She then transitioned into a sexy abdominals pose, folding her arms behind her head, the clear separation of the muscle heads on her open axilla accentuated by the flawless conditioning and expert lighting. She inhaled and flexed, her midsection erupting into an orgasmic set of washboard abs, serratus anteriors, obliques, intercostals and pulsating veins running along them. Was it me, or did the lighting made her look even more ripped than usual? Either way, she was terrifying (or terrifyingly gorgeous). And of course, she wouldn’t show off her favourite muscles in her body without a display of its unstoppable power. On her finger, was a pure 12-carat diamond ring, bought especially for this occasion (she wouldn’t hurt me by using the wedding ring, would she?). I’m sure you know where this is heading. She flaunted it to the crowd, like the supermodel that she was (she did a fair share of jewellery commercials in her day) and removed it. She then placed the diamond over her cute innie bellybutton that I loved so much, and from there, she flexed.
“HUUUUURRRRRRR!!! URRRRGGHHHHH!!!”
Then, she felt it give way. And in no time at all, and I repeat: it was a real diamond, the jewel was crushed into a hundred tiny pieces by nothing but the sheer power and strength of her granite-sculpted abs, worthy of the immortalisation of a Greek God statue. All eight slabs of them, built by meat, iron and sweat, now proven to be harder than pure 12-carat diamonds. The crowd cheered at the demonstration of strength. I just knelt there in awe, telling myself how lucky I was to have a girl as gorgeous as her in terms of her looks, possessing so much emasculating power and strength in that ripped muscular body of hers. She emptied out her bellybutton, and blew the fine powder off her palms into the audience like a fairy spreading over pixie dust.
After another series of legendary poses, she decided to end her individual round with a solid exhibition of her thighs. And what better way to do it with a classic Jay Cutler quad stomp. She placed her hands on both hips, and in one powerful kick, planted her bare left foot firmly onto the floor, so hard that the ground shook (I could feel the vibration), and cracks emerged in the concrete below her soles. That was what you get with hours on the leg presses, five sets of 15-20 reps of over 1400 pounds, three times a week. With that, her thighs exploded into a frightening burst of cable-like striations, the rippling sartorius outlined perfectly by the shadowy cuts, the grooves between her muscles perfectly defining the vastus lateralis, rectus femoris and vastus medialis, tapering perfectly to insert into those feminine knees of hers. Her thighs was so HUGE, they were larger than the trunk of an oak tree. They had to be, considering our foreplay last night involved me measuring her thigh circumference, and finding out she broke the 47-inch mark, which was double her waist size from when she was a supermodel. Mine was just 45 inches! She rotated her leg, just to show off to the audience every inch of her perfectly chiselled quads, even slipping in a dynamic calf flex to display her vascularly-gifted gastrocnemius muscles, all 35-inches of them, wider than Arnold’s thighs. She caressed her leg, tracing the veins on her quads with her fingers, shaking her head as she indulged in her magnificence, like an orchestra conductor engrossed in the beauty of her own song.
And finally, when she had enough, she ended it all with a final javelin pose, a pose to prove her invincibility once and for all. The best pose to show just how formidable and massive she had become. That was my cue to enter, as we promised each other we would do a quick couples pose. I loved her so much, I didn’t mind, in fact I was proud of it, but any other man with my physique would tremble in fear at the thought of the idea, for Sienna was undoubtedly much bigger than I was, and standing next to her would only further emphasise her superiority. Posing side by side, she would humiliate me, a pure emasculation, but it didn’t matter. It was a full turn on for me.
And I think the audience agreed as well. A side chest, boom! I had no chance, no matter how conditioned I was. Her pecs were thicker, her arms beefier, her hamstrings larger. A back double bicep, both of us, amazing, but she was more amazing than I could ever be. Those layers upon layers of muscle on her, all coming together to form the face of a demon staring back at you, the Christmas tree lower back, plus those pairs of undiscovered muscle snuggled between the traps which she pioneered only adds to her superiority. The judges of the Arnold Classic had no duty to grade us, but if they were to do so, Sienna would win hands down.
Just as we practiced, that was a cue to switch into something sexier. Parting from the back pose, we embraced each other and kissed each other on the lips, which was met by cheers from the crowd. We then worshipped each other’s bodies, her hands running over my thick chest, running down my abs before fingering my bellybutton, my palms…caressing that otherworldly bicep that she was flexing in front of my face. I knelt down and kissed those perfect abs of hers, all eight of them, one by one, each of them deserving their moment of tender, love and care. I stroked her quads, and knowing that it would send goosebumps down my spine, she flexed and her muscles just exploded in my face. We were a couple, a perfect couple, destined for each other, and we would just like to show it.
When we were done, the emcees, Mike and Madison, both former IFBB pros, stepped on stage for an impromptu interview. I was sure they were curious, just as anyone else, on how Sienna transformed herself into this mean, lean, muscle machine.
“Thank you so much, Jon and Sienna. Oh my God, you guys look amazingly hot! So Cox huh, I guess you two got married?” Madison asked.
“Yes, Madison, a few weeks ago,” I answered.
“Well, son, you better not forget that anniversary because if you do, I’m sure your wife here is gonna crush you, literally. Like, wow! Look at her! Sienna, you are, I mean, wow, you are just –”
“Well, Mike, you can just say it. I love saying it. I’m HUGE.” Sienna said, putting her hands on her hips for a brief lat spread just to prove her point. She had to look down at Mike, who was almost a head shorter, despite Mike being like a Mr Olympia runner-up himself shortly before I stepped into the scene.
“Like how did you do it? Last time you made a public appearance, like half a year ago, you were like any other girl…you just finished up a Sports Illustrated cover shoot!” Mike said.
“Well, what can I say, bodybuilding just came naturally to me. I may be a beauty,” Sienna flicked her hair back, “but I train like a fucking BEAST! Workout sessions, twice a day, six days a week, and pure cardio on my rest day. Plus, I eat like a beast too. I eat enough to feed five fully grown men in a day. And of course, I had perfect genetics.”
“I love your confidence! Girl, you just look ripped!” Madison complimented.
“Of course I’m RIPPED! And I’m pretty strong too. Who am I kidding? I’m not pretty strong, I’m SUPER STRONG!” Sienna boasted, going into a most muscular that drew a couple of gasps in the crowd. “Oooohhh….mmmmm….yeah!”
“How strong are we talking about here?” Mike asked.
Sienna laughed as she looked over to the side of the stage where the grand prize stood. This year, Honda sponsored a CRV for the winner of each category.
Sienna strutted over to the car. Standing next to it with her massive musculature, it was outrageous just how small the car was when compared to her size. It was a doubt if the car could actually fit her, especially the driver’s seat. Mike was having a mini panic attack when he realised what Sienna was going to do.
“Whoa…whoa…Sienna, that won’t be necessary,” he said.
I pulled Mike back. I may not be as huge as Sienna, but I sure was a giant when compared to Mike. “Chill man, trust her.”
Before anyone else could stop her, Sienna placed her hands below the front bumper and easily lifted the front half of the CRV. Then, she slid below the engine and reached for the rear bumper. And with one loud roar, and hundreds of engorged, pulsating veins, she straightened her body and the entire car was lifted off the floor.
“UUURRRRRGGHHHHHHHH…..HAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRR!!!!” She screamed.
Seeing the entire feat done to perfection, the crowd cheered like they never cheered before. Imagine a CRV, not even a sedan, a fucking SUV all terrain vehicle, and she was lifting it over her head! And not only that, she bent her knees and pretty soon, she was doing squats with the vehicle over her.
“ONE! TWO! THREE!” The crowd counted.
“….NINE! TEN!”
And with that, she lowered the car, and ended her feat.
“OOOOOHHH YEEEEEEAAAAAHHHH!” Sienna screamed, going into an amazing most muscular, now that her body was more pumped up than ever, with sweat glistening all over her skin, she was looking like a beast nobody wanted to piss off. Every striation, every hulking muscle, every vein, was bursting out of her flesh…a warning sign to anyone that dared to mess with her.
“Fuck man! I can’t believe it! That’s even more insane than the World Strongest Man stuff that they do on TV!” Mike said.
“Of course Mike, now do you understand how strong I am? I could be the strongest human being in the world right now. I don’t think any strongman has ever lifted a car before, let alone a CRV and do ten fucking reps with it!” Sienna said, admiring her bulging biceps. “By the way, say hello to Victoria and Veronica. They are my beautifully huuuuge biceps, both 37 inches thick, and they will destroy you if you don’t obey me. Isn’t that right, babe?” Sienna said, putting her left arm round my shoulder.
I wrapped my arms around her waist. “Oh definitely, honey. I wouldn’t want to mess with you.”
“Don’t worry. If you don’t mess with me, I can love someone just as well as I can destroy them. See this?” she gestured over to her big, bulging erection. “Her name is Boudicca.”
“Oh wow, is that –,” Madison asked.
“Yes, it’s my clit. Turns out, it just loves to grow as much as my massive mmmmuscles. No worries, we can call it what it looks like. It is a cock. My cock. 12-inches long. What can I say, it’s the biggest cock in the world. Mike, how big is your cock? Is it as big as mine?” Sienna teased, fondling the tip of her shaft that was stretching her posing trunks to their max.
Mike giggled in embarrassment.
“Anyways, if y’all wanna see my big pink cock, maybe my husband and I can have a quick nude webcam session, and you could see this BIG baby in action! What do you say love?”Sienna asked, caressing my cheeks.
“Well, we’ll see,” I answered.
“Sienna, I’m just curious, what made you wanna join bodybuilding all of a sudden?” Madison asked.
“Well, if you see the body that I’ve built, how I RIPPED I have become, how much mass I have gained, how dominating I look….mmmm…this isn’t just muscle and dick, Madison, this is POWER! And my husband seems to like it, a lot.” Sienna showed off her massive arms in a low bicep flex just to prove her point.
“I see. That’s very true. You do look extremely formidable.”
“I know, I plan to be.”
“And last question, do you plan to compete anytime soon? You seem like you could win any female bodybuilding contest with one fell swoop.”
“Oh definitely. But I don’t wanna compete against the women. Why? Because not only could I beat the women, I could fucking hands down demolish the men! Which is why, I’m hiring a group of lawyers to help me get a wildcard to compete for the MISTER Olympia title. And seeing how dominating I look right now, I plan to win it! No offence to you, babe, I hope you can give me a challenge,” she declared, kissing my cheek.
Eventually, Mike and Madison let us go. Stepping backstage, we saw the group of competitors gathering at the side stage to see our performance and interview just now. As we passed by, they automatically parted to clear a path for us, as if they were afraid of getting in our way. We passed by Damien DiAngelo, Mr Olympia top ten and heavy favourite to win the men’s bodybuilding division today at the Arnolds. He had everything today: his conditioning was impeccable, his posing was perfect, and his mass was just packing. However, there were some people more perfect than him, or make that two people. Standing next to him, Sienna and I just straight up dwarfed him in every aspect: from definition, size, height and probably posing. He looked plain skinny compared to us, and this was a guy that had beaten Big Ramy in the Rising Phoenix.
Sienna chuckled at the pure dominance that we exerted over him. I agree, not that I was a bad person, but he did look awfully pathetic standing next to us.
Sienna patted him on his shoulder. He looked up at the massively muscular girl standing over him. “Don’t worry, boy, you will NEVER get as RIPPED as us.” Sienna said to him, and with that, she pulled my arm like a girl excited for a shopping spree, and dragged me over for some refreshments.
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Wow! It's getting better and better! I really hope Sienna finds a worthy adversary (probably a woman). And maybe a black man who can compete with "Boudicca" in the "pole department".
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If Sienna is going to be taken down a notch (or ten), with this chapter you ensured that her fall will be from almost the maximum height possible! Absolutely perfect! I love it.
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I love this story. Look forward to them having kids.
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Great again. Now
It’s show time.
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Hi everyone. Thanks for all your enthusiasm. Got some inspiration to write another chapter today. I plan to use this chapter as a build-up to our protagonists’ next act: The Olympia. And from there, after a few more chapters, we shall see what future challenges await them…
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Chapter 13
“HUUUURRRR….MMMMMM…..UUURRRRRHHHHHH!” Sienna groaned sexily in the full body mirror in front of us as we slid into a side-chest. “Puuuuurrrrfect.”
It was no doubt she was excited. She had been preparing for this day for the past four months. It was finally, finally the Olympia weekend. Being the rich and influential people that we were, we managed to hire the best lawyers that appealed aggressively towards the IFBB to grant women the right to compete against the men in the Mr Olympia contest. Eventually, seeing how formidable Sienna’s physique was, it was definitely not good for the sport to have her just wiping the floor with the Miss Olympia contestants, as she was at least two-and-a-half to three times bigger than any of them. Imagine Margie Martin and Andrea Shaw, putting any regular man to shame with their physique, but being dwarfed by the colossus of a lady known as Sienna, the “Brutal Belle”. As a result, the IFBB had to rebrand the competition, renaming the Women’s Bodybuilding category as Women’s Classic Physique (hence, the winner would be Miss Olympia Classic Physique rather than just Miss Olympia). Contestants of this new category, such as Andrea and Margie, would consist of female bodybuilders with greater muscularity than those in Women’s Physique (eg: Shanique Grant, Juliana Malacarne), but not as big as the gorgeous super heavyweight monstrosities like Sienna.
Likewise, Men’s Bodybuilding will be renamed Open Bodybuilding. They would consist of BOTH male and female bodybuilders. Thus previous contestants of the Mr Olympia, like me, Ronnie Coleman, Big Ramy, would all go into this category, as well as women who were sporting physiques that were too muscular for Women’s Classic Physique. Therefore, if you are a man, and wanted to compete in PURELY male categories, you will either be in Men’s Physique, Men’s Classic Physique, or 212 Olympia, depending on your level of muscularity (Wheelchair Olympia if you’re in a wheelchair). And if you’re a woman, and wanted to compete in PURELY women categories, you have the option of Women’s Bikini, Wellness, Figure, Fitness, Women’s Physique, and Women’s Classic Physique. Anything more muscular than the aforementioned categories, and you will be bumped up into Open Bodybuilding, and compete against BOTH men and women who are just as ripped as you. Winners will be crowned as Mr OR Miss Olympia, depending on the gender of the winner. So far, by the end of the qualifying period, the IFBB had granted wildcard qualifications for four women to be in the Open Bodybuilding category: Sienna”Brutal Belle” Cox, Dana “The Monster” Olson, Yasmin “Asian Amazon” Kim and Polina “The Bear Crusher”Remkova.
As for Sienna and I, besides training, we had been involved in a series of projects. Ever since our unveiling at the Arnold Classic, photographers, directors and magazines were scrambling for our signatures. Sienna managed to appear in May’s Sports Illustrated cover. You should have seen it! Fucccckkk!!! It was so sexy! She had that supermodel face and experience, and now, add that with that hulking musculature of hers, she just destroyed the photoshoot. Posing in a floral yellow and white microkini, her right-sided side chest with a left-sided bicep flex broke the magazine’s all-time sales record. That side chest, her pecs and boobs puffing up gloriously, every striation threatening to tear off from the well-defined edges of her pectoralis major, a testament to the insane heaviness and intensity of her chest workout: 3 times a week, 5 sets filled with 900 pound bench presses for reps, 500 pound cable flies per side, 600 pound incline dumbbell presses (then drop-set with 550 pound dumbbells, then 500 pounds, then 450 pounds, then 400 pounds). Some professional bodybuilders couldn’t even bench press 400 pound BARBELLS for reps, now she was churning out 20 reps with 400 pound DUMBBELLS in each hand, as part of an exhausting drop-set! She was psychotic, I was psychotic, no wonder we were meant for each other. And because of that, ever since the Arnold, she had gained over 35 pounds of muscle, with her now weighing a whopping 435 pounds for the Olympia, with me not too far behind at 430 pounds.
She even had a Playboy cover shoot in July, full nude, just the way she likes it, showing off her massive clit (or cock, as we liked to call it) for all to see. She was flanked by half a dozen other Playboy models, the nude girls happily worshipping every inch of my wife’s magnificent ripped body. She was invited to the Playboy party that same month, and appearing in her muscular nudity, she managed to seduce eleven Playboy models, causing them to dump their respective boyfriends that very same night so that they could fuck my wife senseless. My wife was so sexy, she turned eleven straight supermodel girls into lesbians, and steal them from their boyfriends (some of which were rich businessmen, male supermodels, actors and porn stars)! That night, using her amazing 12-inch cock, she just destroyed their pussies, like straight up destroyed them. Their wombs were so overloaded with my wife’s potent cum that when she was done, they were lying unconscious on the bed with tense, overstretched bellies. My wife was kind enough to share her prey with me, and I too fucked their brains out. I knew I said I didn’t fuck random women anymore, now that I’m married, but my wife insisted, saying I deserved to know how a “normal”, less superior girl than her felt like. I complied, caressing their soft skin instead of my wife’s densely muscled, hard body; fucking jiggly smooth asses that were not monstrously packed with a pair of rock-solid gluteus maximus muscles; and thrusting my penis into a vagina that didn’t have a 12-inch Boudicca rubbing over my abs. Unfortunately, they admitted, while I was super good at fucking them, better than any man they’d met, my wife was undoubtedly better than me. No doubt, Sienna’s cock was bigger (by half an inch), her stamina was better and she was rougher, hungrier and more ruthless than I could ever be. Disappointed, I hunched over the side of the bed as my cum dripped over the girls’ vaginas, but my Sienna, seeing how low I felt, offered me an exclusive husband-and-wife sexcapade lasting four full hours, which eventually helped me gain back my confidence and reminded me just how lucky I was to have her permanently as my wife.
“That’s right, baby! OHHH! MMMM….FFFFFUCK!!! OH YEAH! OH YEAH! Mmmmm….my husband…i…love…you…” Sienna moaned, as I pounded her mercilessly. “See, no matter what these girls say, you are amazing to me, and that’s the only thing that matters. Look at all my cum!”
Yes, she climaxed all over the room, and I was bathed in it.
“And what if i’m better at sex than you? You should be so lucky because you get to have sex with me. Every. Single. Night.”
“I guess I am THAT lucky,” I concurred.
“Now, my love, let me show you how it’s done. Show me your fucking ass! I’m gonna destroy it!” she yelled.
We did a couple of nude porn videos too, just to teach everyone how to perform the best sex in the world with the two most beautiful human beings in the world. Sienna opened the video with a brief intro of herself, in all her nude, colossal glory, whilst showing off her gigantic Boudicca, certified by the AVN (Adult Video News) as the biggest cock in the entire porn industry, mine coming a close second.
“Meet my Boudicca, guys,” Sienna said in the video, rubbing over her cock like she was masturbating, “She is a beautiful 12-inch monster built by me to destroy pussies, assholes and mouths. But my husband here says it’s is faaaavourite food…mmmm. Like a gigantic pink popsicle, he says. And when I cum…mmmm…My cock is like a fire hose. My cum…it’s delicious, and soooo full of protein! My husband drinks it three times a day, and look at how BIIIIGGG and STRROOOONG he got.”
I then did a front double bicep for the camera and my wife, still rubbing her dick with her boulder-crushing right hand, worshipped my peak with her left, kissing and licking at the sheer size of my arms. “Don’t you want arms like these, people? Then you should try my amazing cum! Babe, Boudicca is getting excited. Why don’t you come down here and suck her?”
“Whatever you say, my love.”
“Speaking of BIGGG and STRRRONNG, check out my guns!” Then she flexed her arms one by one, showing the bowling-ball bicep peaks she named as Veronica and Victoria, pumping them up repeatedly to show the viewers how huge they could actually get. “Oh…OH YEAAAAHHHH! I do so MANY bicep curls. All to get arms as huge as these!”
And then, she turned around to show off her enormous back that she was focusing so much on. Lately, the media have called her back “The Himalayan Mountains”, because of how the huge and well-defined solid ridges resembled the mountain ranges of the Himalayas. Then her abs, which the media labelled as “The Marble Masterpiece”. Not only the cuts and grooves of her abdomen, with its flawless eight pack, obliques, serratus, intercostals, and Adonis belt were sculpted magnificently like a marble statue, she was just as hard and dense as one. Once, a photographer took a picture of her abs and compared it side by side with a bronze Greek God statue. Her tanned and oiled skin looked indistinguishable from the bronze, the only difference was how shredded she was. She was shredded in a level unattainable even by a bronze sculptor. Without knowing which was which, the audience voted which looked better, and surely enough, Sienna’s abs won by 2 million votes. And as part of the reveal, she was invited to the filming of a video. The artists roughly wrapped a smooth sheet of bronze around her torso and midriff, and once she flexed, the sound of a metallic crinkle could be heard as her muscles exploded to mould the bronze sheet into an armour plate in the shape of her ripped physique. Every bump and crevice, duplicated exactly onto the piece of bronze with just one hard flex of hers. If this was Sparta, blacksmiths would be scrambling to hire her to flex and mould armour plates for their warriors. But then again, which Spartan warrior would be ripped enough to fit in the armour made from her musculature? They looked like stick-figures as compared to her!
Back to our room, on the eve of the Olympia weekend. As we admired our side chests, I couldn’t help feeling small, standing next to my wife. In a way, I think she felt it too. And she was blunt with it. She clenched her fists even tighter, extending her arms in front of her before flexing them back in the side chest position to show off those well-defined separations between her pumpkin-like striations in the boulders of her deltoids, lobster-clawed triceps, explosive bowling-ball biceps. She looked coldly proud and villainously confident when she did so, knowing full well that she convincingly outmuscled me.
“I’m merely stating the facts here, babe. I don’t want you to have your hopes too high, and end up disappointed. We promised that we would show no mercy when we step on stage, but will be happy with each other’s success regardless. As amazing as you look right now, we both know you have no chance against me tomorrow. No one does. I’ve seen our competitors on Insta****, and I’m ruthlessly INVINCIBLE.”
It was true. I had enough experience as a six-time Mr Olympia, and defending champion, to know how the judges rate competitors. And Sienna was so many miles superior in her dominance that even casual fans of the sport could tell that she was a clear favourite. I would be preparing to surrender my title tomorrow.
“I agree, babe,” I said, transitioning out of my flex.
“Aww…c’mon, love. You will always be amazing to me,” Sienna said, kissing my forehead. “Let’s have a little pre-contest good luck fuck before we go to bed. I’ve learned some new moves, and it’s gonna blow your mind.”
And with that, she threw her entire, naked 435-pound musclebound body onto me, our sweaty skins smothering each other as my wife gave me one of the best bodybuilding couple sex in my entire life, which basically destroyed the bed, and the room service had to shift us to a different room to sleep in.
UP NEXT: Let’s see how our protagonists fare against the best male and female bodybuilders in the Open Bodybuilding Category of the Olympia. Will Sienna be crowned Miss Olympia, in the dominant fashion she expects or will someone else spring a couple of surprises?
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Great story & amazing character development @Apley44 .. can we follow your literature outside saradas forum?
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Great story & amazing character development @Apley44 .. can we follow your literature outside saradas forum?
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Also does the story take more violent turn ? .. if Sienna loses( highly unlikely 😉), she unleash her wrath on some male bodybuilder. And when she wins she skull fucks few make just to assert her dominance further .. nevertheless K+
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Great story & amazing character development @Apley44 .. can we follow your literature outside saradas forum?
Hi pirateparag,
I dont really write anything outside saradas forum. My other story in this forum is Mr and Mrs Everest, u can check it out.
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Awesome work. K+. Great that she is not humiliating the second largest person in world but more importantly the one that truly loves her.
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Awesome work. K+. Great that she is not humiliating the second largest person in world but more importantly the one that truly loves her.
Same. Some teasing and a reminder who's the biggest and strongest now and again adds a nice flavor though.
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Thanks for the feedback everyone.
NOTE: In the last chapter, i made a mistake and called Dana “The Monster” Olsen, when in fact her nickname should be “The Predator”. Anyways, small matter, off to the next chapter….
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Chapter 14
We went extra early to get our tan, just so that we didn’t bump into any other competitors. Sienna, being close friends to Dana, Yasmin and Polina, decided that it would be a great idea to invite them and do it together. So there we were, one man, and four absolutely stunning ladies – the top four most muscular women in the world – and they were all stripping naked in front of me. Dana and Polina still kept their boobs fairly perky, but Yasmin’s were long gone, instead replaced by a pure, textbook-thick set of marvellous pecs. Naked, it was hard to differentiate her torso from mine, a man’s. But any regular man would dream of having a torso just like hers. Sometimes, I even wonder why Yasmin wore a bra at all. Some of Sienna’s brutal work ethic had rubbed off them as well, for they were all breaking the 400-pound bodyweight barrier: Dana weighing a whopping 410 pounds of pure muscle, Yasmin at 408 pounds, and Polina at 409 pounds. They were huge! And for the record, Dana was only 26, Polina 28 (same as my age) and Yasmin was 31. Sienna was 27. Despite me packing at least 20 pounds more muscle than Dana, Polina and Yasmin, but standing side by side, the difference was minimal. They were just as big as I was. And just as scary. I was in danger of losing the top 3 to these ladies.
Once we were done, we quickly oiled each other up, and put on our posing suits. I sported a red trunk, custom-made to contain my enormous penis, while Sienna chose her signature white microkini again, the bikini bottoms exposing her massive glutes and struggling to contain the gigantic package she was carrying, Boudicca. We wrapped ourselves with custom-tailored silk robes, which would be like XXXXXXL size in the market, and even then, our V-tapers were hard to hide, our massive arms and shoulders stretching the fabric to its limit. What can I say, when you are as huge as us, there really is no hiding it, no matter how hard you try.
Competitors were already trickling in and by the time we reached the pump up room, it was packed. I could see Andrea Shaw, now relegated to Women’s Classic Physique due to the format change, doing lateral shoulder raises with a set of resistance bands. Chris Bumstead was practising a stomach vacuum pose in the mirror. Of course, he looked great, heavy favourite for the Men’s Classic Physique. If only he knew how tiny he looked when the girls took off their robes.
And we chose to step into the centre of the room to unveil our bodies. Instead of just stripping, Sienna and I decided to do something more captivating – flexing out of our robes. And I had to say, it was liberating. We took a deep breath, raised our arms over our heads before exploding into a dynamic front double bicep. The robes provided little resistance, for they just burst into a million pieces. No doubt, our little show made every single head turn. There were gasps in the crowd, bodybuilders, even after spending years or decades in the sport, just in awe of the impossibility of our physiques. They had absolutely no idea how unbeatable we were. There were a few guys in the room, all of them top Mr Olympia contenders, my arch rivals in the men’s bodybuilding scene. Before today, they thought little of the bullshit the IFBB was going through, introducing a mixed male and female category. Deep down inside, they thought the media hyping up Sienna and Dana was just feminist propaganda. These girls, they thought, had no idea that they were up against the biggest male bodybuilders in history! These guys ate Big Ramy, Brandon Curry and Kai Greene for breakfast, driving them to retirement, every single one of them surpassing 300-pounds of bodyweight. Oh fuck, the look on their faces when they saw me and Sienna. You should have seen them, they looked like trouts! Now, only in our posing suits, we flexed for the mirrors, coldly and cockily ignoring all the eyes trained on us, all the while basking in their amazement…and fear.
Dana, Yasmin and Polina were a bit more subtle, they removed their robes like normal humans, but their bodies still struck immense fear into their competitors. They were absolutely huge! I guess some people just had to see it to believe it. As Dana strutted over to the leg press machine, arms folded to show off a rich tapestry of veins and striations in her thunderous forearms. Mike Rivaldo, two time Mr Olympia runner-up (after losing to me), trembled with fear, quickly finishing his set and making way in case he had to make this hulking giant of a girl wait, and suffer the consequences. Polina, being the innocent-looking Russian girl she was, blushed as she asked veteran bodybuilder, Trevor Messiah, three time Mr Olympia (before I debuted), if he was done with his 365-pound bench press.
“Excuse me, Mr Messiah Sir, I’m Polina. I’m a huge fan of yours, I used to grow up with posters of you in my room! Sorry to interrupt, I would just like to know how many sets do you have left on the bench press?”
“No worries, kid. I have three more sets. We can alternate actually, I do one set, then you do one set,” said Trevor.
“Alright, if you say so,” said Polina. And then to his surprise (or shock), she gradually stacked up plate after plate after plate onto the barbell, and once she was done, the barbell was holding 700 pounds of pure iron. FUCK! She almost doubled the amount of weight he was lifting. “Sorry, it’s kinda embarrassing, I usually don’t lift so lightly, especially in front of my childhood idol, but there just aren’t enough weights around here.”
She lay on the bench, and churned out 20 beautiful reps, her pecs exploding with power after every push. They were like slabs of cinderblock, only much bigger, and harder, puffing up an extra 2-3 inches with their throbbing veins after every breath she took.
“Woooo! That was fun,”she said, setting down the bar, only to be greeted by a gaping Trevor Messiah. “Do you wanna try this weight, Mr Messiah?”
He snapped out of his speechless trance. “Um…no, its ok. Um…700 pounds! I’ve never lifted that before. That’s even heavier than my 1-rep max!”
“What is your max?”
“620 pounds.”
“Ooohhh…that used to be my warm-up weight. 30 reps, 620 pounds, full blast. But then, as I’ve gotten much bigger and much stronger,” she said, showing off the hulk of her right bicep just to make her point, “it’s gotten too light, so nowadays I warm up with 700. My max is way higher…around 1200 pounds. Tee-hee.”
Sienna swaggered over to the dumbbell racks where Damien DeAngelo (see chapter 12), reigning Arnold Classic and NPC USA champion, red hot favourite to challenge me for the Olympia, was curling a pair of 60-pound dumbbells. Seeing Sienna approach, his face twitched, showing a hint of uncertainty, and he scooted over to one side. Sienna sniggered.
“Hey, handsome, I saw your interview three weeks ago. Say, why did the inclusion of women into the Open Bodybuilding category became quote-unquote, ‘a disgrace’?” Sienna challenged.
Damien was speechless. He knew what he said in that interview.
“Seeing me now, does it change your mind?” Sienna asked, emanating her young, confident, sensual energy, going into an ab flex, her beefed up right arm folded behind her head, while showing off her left single bicep. She was ripped, she was gigantic, to the point that she almost doubled his size and was a foot taller than him. She looked like she could just pick him up and mangle him in a bear hug, crushing every single bone on his body. Imagine a young, gorgeous girl, a face made for the covers of every fashion magazine in the world, brutally manhandling a champion male bodybuilder who was at least 8-10 years older than her. “Don’t worry, you don’t have to speak, handsome. We let our muscles do the talking, on stage, where EVERYONE can see how I will HUMILIATE you. Are you ready to lose to a GIRL? Now THAT’S a disgrace.”
She reached for the heaviest dumbbells available on the rack – 250 pounds – and started doing concentration curls next to Damien. By then, Damien had switched to the 80-pounders. Synchronising her reps with his, they curled but it was no doubt who was the clear winner. Sienna was lifting more than triple of what he was lifting, and by the 15th rep, he was struggling while Sienna was still going strong. Damien stopped at his 16th rep, but Sienna was powering through those humungous dumbbells, her bowling-ball sized biceps with their finger-thick veins rippling with power. By the time she was done, she was in her 34th rep, double of what Damien did with his puny 80-pounders. She dropped the weights and as part of her post-lift routine, flexed her pumped up muscles.
“OHHHHH YEAAAAHHHH. BEAUTIFUL! Look at me! Don’t you wish you had muscles like these, handsome? 80-pounds and you’re already exhausted! Pathetic! I don’t even use 80-pounders anymore! 250 is my minimum, and that’s just for warm ups!”
Sienna called out to me.
“Babe! Come over here!”
I put down the EZ-curl bar and approached her.
“This is my husband. I’m sure you’ve met,” she wrapped her arms around mine like a girlfriend feeling clingy towards her boyfriend, “As you can see, he is bigger than you, but sadly for him, I am still bigger, stronger, taller and and more RIPPED than him. But what does he do? He accepts it and loves me with his entire heart and soul. That is what I call a real man.” As she said that, she stroked my cinderblock pecs, before giving me an extremely passionate kiss, with tongue and all, her thunderous right thigh, wrapping around my waist and her bare soles rubbing over my calves.
“Mmmm…and one more thing,” she leaned over to whisper to Damien, “my dick is bigger than yours.”
For some reason, that hit a nerve. Damien dropped his dumbbell and for a brief moment, tried to square off against her, but retreated once he realised he was up against two human beings who were much bigger than him. In that moment, I let my instinctive reaction take over, and tried to square off against him too, getting my body in between him and my wife.
Then I felt Sienna give me a gentle tug of my arm before giving me a peck on the cheek, and stepping in front of me. “My, my. My hunk of a husband, he knows I’m bigger than him, and can absolutely hold my own, and yet, he doesn’t hesitate to protect his beautiful wife. Oh, babe, what did I do to deserve you?”
With that, Damien cursed and left and the onlooking crowd dispersed.
“Whoa, babe, what did you do to him?” I asked.
“Oh nothing much. A little bit of mind games just before the contest. He was spewing hate speech three weeks ago against us female bodybuilders, so I gave him a piece of my mind.”
“You looked absolutely menacing,” I commented.
“I know. I love showing off how strong I am...just to scare off men.”
After another half an hour of ruthless pumping, it was time for our show. There were sixteen contestants in the mixed gender Open Bodybuilding contest, with four girls and twelve guys. The crowd roared as the MC announced our category and we strutted onto the stage to show off our beautiful physiques. I remembered watching the encore on Youtube, and I could hear the studio commentators’ introduction.
“And now for the first time ever, we have the mixed Open Bodybuilding category. We welcome our contestants…I see Mike Rivaldo, looking absolutely phenomenal…and Trevor Messiah looking as if he really wants to bring the title back to Compton! Damien DeAngelo, look at him, in the best shape of his life. I’m telling ya, the media was saying for months that this could be the year he could beat Jon Cox, and looking at him now, I’m certainly not ruling that out. But speaking of…Jon Cox! Okay, I take that back. Seems like Damien has his work cut out for him, ‘cuz Jon is just unbelievably massive! Is that guy even human? I thought he outdid himself last year, but every time you think he has reached his limit, he comes here and just blow your minds off!
“And of course for the first time ever, we have the girls competing against the men and we have a line-up of four very young girls…HOLY COW! WHAT THE FATHER FUCKING FUCK!!! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! Look at the four ladies up there!!! Look at them!!! OH MY GOD!!! I’m just speechless. The girls! They are just MOTHERFUCKING MASSIVE! Are you seeing this? Look at them! Look! Sienna Cox, wife of Jon Cox, taking after her husband and just fucking owning it! She is just so fucking RRRRIPPED! And HUGE!!! Just Himalayan level HUGE! She will be hard to beat! And Dana Olsen, the ‘Predator’ just smashing her own records left and right. Looking absolutely formidable. Yasmin Kim, the ‘Asian Amazon’ just showing off why she is our musclebound queen! And Polina Remkova, from Russia, we saw her wrestle a fucking grizzly, and won! And now, she is destroying the fucking competition. I have to tell ya folks, seems very likely that we are not gonna have a Mr Olympia this year! We’re gonna have a MISS Olympia. These girls fucking RULE! Each one of them, I have no doubt, easily, very easily weighing over 400 pounds of pure muscle! Gone are the days where we see Marcus Ruhl, at 330-pounds and call that massive. Ladies and gentlemen, these girls, THESE GIRLS, are MASSIVE! And to think that less than one year ago, Sienna Cox was posing for the cover of Sports Illustrated as the beach body of the year! I know, I bought that issue!”
During the first call-outs for the comparisons, I remember very clearly the judges summoning Sienna, Mike, Damien, and Trevor. One girl, three guys. The other guys weren’t even considered because clearly, they had no chance. Out of the running. But I don’t know what the judges were doing. It was clearly a waste of time, and once the first pose was struck, I believed they realised that too.
Front lat spread. Front double biceps. Side chest. Side triceps. Back double bicep. Rear lat spread. Thighs and abdominals. Most muscular. Every single pose. There was only one clear winner. Sienna. All eyes were on her with every pose. It was just hard not to notice her. The rest of the guys were just relegated into insignificant background photobombs. Standing side by side with the best male bodybuilders in history, instead of being threatened, she used this as a platform to prove to the world her untouchable superiority. From the front, she was almost two times wider than these guys, from the side, she was much, much thicker. A front double bicep and hands-down, death to her opponents. While their bicep peaks were the size of softballs/shot puts, her peaks were the size of bowling balls. From the rear, her back muscles, reinforced by the pair of undiscovered muscles, the demon-face staring back at the audience, and the level of detail and definition, with the veins and striations exploding from her solid flesh, no one else had a chance. Even standing relaxed, with her arms at her side, Sienna looked inhuman, or superhuman. How her relatively thin waist suddenly bloomed upwards into a solid mountainous tapestry filled layers upon layers of rock-hard flesh, packed with maximum density all the way to the bone, built purely by iron, meat and sweat. Her tree-trunk thighs, those terrifying set of abs, shredded to the core, with a network of veins so unprecedentedly insane, there was no way to describe: therefore, the media called it Sienna-esque. Even calling her “Hulking” wouldn’t do her justice. Imagine being so amazing, an adjective had to be named after you. Sienna-esque veins. Sienna-esque definition. Sienna-esque conditioning. Sienna-esque muscularity. Don’t get me wrong, the men next to her were looking phenomenal, but it was because of how dominant she was, she just dwarfed them into insignificance. Take her out of the equation, and these men would have a competition for the ages. The best male bodybuilder line-up in history. You would get a competition. But put her in the fray, and you will get a humiliation.
When that round of comparisons were done, Sienna was summoned again for the second call-out. This time, it was with me, Dana, Yasmin and Polina. Four girls, one guy. This was much more competitive than the previous round. All of us were comparable in size, and Sienna, while still the clear favourite, was not 100% the dominant one. Each girl had her strengths that could challenge Sienna. Dana for her conditioning, Yasmin for her thighs, Polina for her width. Me for my chest. But for every advantage we had, Sienna had five more that could put the competition to bed. While Dana had conditioning, Sienna had better posing that showed off every inch of her ripped muscular perfection, so that even if Dana was more defined, Sienna still managed to show off a great amount of muscle mass, creating optical illusions that made her much more muscular by comparison. That was the epitome of flawless posing. So even when Dana managed to beat Sienna in terms of definition, what use was it when Sienna was posing in a way that revealed much more muscle than her? Yasmin, even if she had unbeatable thighs, Sienna’s abs, back, chest, shoulders and arms were unparalleled in their destructive capabilities. In the thighs and abdominals, all Sienna had to do was to take a deep breath and twist her abdomen, and the audience would be treated with an explosive display of rippling, vascular eight-packs, serratus, intercostals and obliques that took the attention away from Yasmin’s thighs to Sienna’s gorgeously shredded midsection. As for Polina’s doorframe-destroying width, Sienna had better thickness. Did I ever mention that while Sienna couldn’t walk through doorways straight on, she also couldn’t walk through them sideways? All our doorways at home had to be modified to fit the thickness from her back to her chest. And as for me? I didn’t stand a chance. While my chest was formidable, it mattered little when you took into account her stage presence, her posing routine, her conditioning, and all-around flair. I may have won the chest, but in that same pose during the side chest, she had arms that literally destroyed mine and hamstrings that made mine look pathetic. We saw it last night when we were posing in our hotel room, and we definitely saw it today.
But just when I thought my night was over, the judges made a third call-out that included only me and Sienna. The Cox Couple Posedown, as the media called it. Before we started, Sienna gave me a reassuring gaze with those ocean blue eyes of hers, not because she was assuring me that she would make it easy, but assuring me that she would always love me no matter what. Knowing that, we both gave our best.
“Front lat spread.”
“Front double bicep.”
“Side chest.”
“Side triceps.”
“Rear double bicep.”
“Rear lat spread.”
“Thighs and abdominals.”
“Most muscular.”
I could recall what the commentators said on Youtube.
“Oh man, this is embarrassing for Jon. She’s just mopping the floor with him. An utter humiliation. I don’t know why the judges even made them do this. She is just better than him in every way. I wonder how would their sex feel like…hahahaha. Anyways, not to take any credit away from Sienna, I mean what DID she do? I saw an interview with her, and the amount that she eats and lifts, FUCKING INSANE! And this is the result. Pure dominance. Pure emasculating dominance. Even I’m afraid. Just look at that. Those abs that she’s flexing. Fuck! I would KILL to have abs like that, and I’m a man! Asking for a girl’s abs.”
And Sienna was no longer called out that night. It was clear who the winner was. The rest of the call-outs, and there were about ten of them, featuring an array of combination between me, Trevor, Damien, Mike, Dana, Polina, and Yasmin, were all in the spirit of finding out who would win second place. That was all. Sienna needed just three call-outs (or two because I didn’t know what that Cox Posedown was all about, so I may not want to count that), to assert her dominance. And the rest of us little fish were fighting tooth and nail for second place.
Eventually, it came to the final agenda, the Final Posedown.
“Ladies and gentleman, POSEDOWN!” The MC announced.
And this was Sienna’s favourite part. She took centre stage, and she just stole the entire show. Some of the guys like Trevor and Mike wanted to displace her from her spotlight, but who were they kidding? She was a full 100-150 pounds heavier. All she had to do was flex, and she had everyone beat. She especially hated Damien, so every pose that he did, she mimicked. When he did double bicep, she did the same, elbow to elbow, showing the audience just how pathetic she made him look. When he did a thighs and abdominals, she did the same. And my, my, her calves were bigger than his thighs, which means her arms were bigger than his thighs, and comparing her abs with his was like comparing diamonds to coal. He had no chance. Eventually, the MC announced the end of the show and that concludes the Open Bodybuilding contest.
Backstage, Sienna completed her first bodybuilding contest and she just couldn’t stop kissing me.
“Love! We did it! I love you so much!”
And there wasn’t any doubt during the prize ceremony who the winner was. Sienna of course. Miss Olympia. Finally. My wife, a Miss Olympia. She didn’t even looked surprised. When her name was announced, she just coolly struck a javelin pose, as an assertive sign of dominance, emanating a Goddess-like aura with her killer biceps. With the other arm raised, pointing at the ceiling, we could see the twisting and rippling tendons in her open axilla, all the muscle heads beautifully separated at their insertion points, her thick, beefy lats flaring like wings. A perfect V-taper, one that would make any man green with jealousy, even the bodybuilders.
In contrast to her dominant celebration, she strutted with the mesmerising grace of a beauty queen when she went up to accept her prize: a trophy with a muscular golden bodybuilder, which looked nothing close to her championship physique. Don’t get me wrong, the craftsmanship of the bodybuilder statue was exquisite, but Sienna surpassed that. The organisers should take back the trophy and issue her a new one, one modelled after her Goddess-like muscular physique, with all her rippling Sienna-esque cuts and definitions.
Surprisingly, I got second-place. Well, the girls did give me a scare, but you don’t live with Sienna Cox and not development her obsession for perfection. Dana “The Predator” Olsen, our good friend and casual threesome partner, got third. Yasmin “Asian Amazon” Kim, our wedding officiant, got fourth and Polina “The Bear Crusher” Remkova, one of Sienna’s bridesmaids, rounded up the top five. Unbelievable. In the first ever mixed Open Bodybuilding contest at the Olympia, all four female contestants came in the top five, destroying the pathetic male competition beneath them. I am sure, this would set a really good framework for the future of female bodybuilding.
Once backstage again, I wrapped my arms around my Miss Olympia wife, when we were approached by a nerdy-looking man in a business suit.
“Good evening, Mr and Mrs Cox. My name is Dr David Steiner, a geneticist from GenTech Industries. I assure you, we are not part of any doping agency. Congratulations on your victory tonight. I was extremely mesmerised by your performance. Very impressive indeed. Which is why my company, would like to invite you to our research, investigating the genetics behind your muscular composition.”
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Absolutely fantastic. Thank you allowing John to come second. Anything below that and the dynamics of marriage may become unstable. At 5th Sienna unlikely to have respect for John as he would no longer be a near equal. Hopefully Sienna will work John harder to ensure he remains in current position. With the genetic lab hopefully will lead to amazingly gifted children in near future
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Hey everyone, apologies for not posting as often. However, I do thank you if you’re still following the story. Here is the next chapter. I’m also impressed by some of the recent stories here. Keep it up. Happy new year, all.
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Chapter 14
Eventually, we decided to take up Dr Steiner’s offer to be a part of his research. So he gave us a slot for the next morning at 8am. We weren’t the only ones invited, for Dana, Yasmin and Polina too was approached, but they had different slots. The limo picked us up and drove us to the lab located right at the edge of Vegas city, but from the outside, it looked state-of-the-art.
We both wore stringer vests and shorts, with our hands intertwined, Sienna resting her head on my shoulder, as we made our way to the front desk. Because of how huge we both were, from the back, we looked like two bodybuilding dudes, like gym partners, going for a workout. Of course, I WAS a dude, but you have no idea how many times Sienna got mistaken for a male bodybuilder (with long lush hair) because of how massive she was. But from the front, people would be mesmerised by her gorgeous face and luscious smile, unable to believe that a pretty girl like her could put on more muscle mass than history’s best male bodybuilders.
“Good morning, Mr and Mrs Cox. Welcome to GenTech. I am Barbara Knowles, Dr Steiner’s assistant. Thank you for coming. If you would just follow me, we are gonna bring you to the changing rooms. If you don’t mind, we would need you to be fully naked for the entire research process. Would that be ok for you?”
“That would be awesome, Barbara. Jon and I…we LOVE to get naked. If we had a choice, we would be naked 24/7. With bodies as ripped as ours, it would be a waste to hide behind a layer of clothes,” Sienna replied, flexing and admiring her gloriously gigantic right bicep to prove her point, all 37 inches of it. “Isn’t it beautiful, Barbara?”
“Ahem, yes….uh…it is…” Barbara stuttered.
“Do you wanna touch her?” Sienna teased.
“Uh…well, maybe just for a second.” Barbara reached for my wife’s bicep, and she took more than a second, even more than ten seconds. I could tell, it was the hardest and sexiest thing she had ever touched.
“Do you wanna kiss it? C’mon kiss it, show big Victoria here some tender, love and care…she just won the Olympia, so you’re looking at the biggest, baddest, most beautiful bicep in the world,” Sienna said, the gave me a reassuring glance, “not that yours isn’t babe.”
I grinned. It was no biggie. I liked that Sienna was a better bodybuilder than me. She deserved it. As for Barbara, she just French kissed my wife’s bicep like it was her long lost lover.
“Mmm…someone is in love with my beloved Victoria…” Sienna teased again.
Barbara pulled away. “Well who could blame me, your biceps are just…out of this world…please don’t tell my husband.”
“Aww…that’s sweet of you, Barbara. No worries, your secret’s safe with us. Now, where is this changing room you speak of? It’s time to show you the rest of my gorgeously RIPPED body!”
I couldn’t stop being impressed with my wife. Whether it was the fact she managed to turn straight women into lesbians just by flexing her amazing physique, or just feel so confident with herself that she loved to emphasise the word “ripped” when describing herself. Anyways, we entered the changing room and stripped naked, a sense of liberation embracing us. There were full body mirrors placed all over the room, and it would be an insult to ourselves if we didn’t check ourselves out every chance we got. Sienna twisted her incredibly shredded midsection for an abdominals pose, with one arm folded behind her head, while the other hand just grabbed her own thick, vascular cock and rubbed, the muscles and veins over her densely-built arms exploding with every movement. She was practically masturbating to her own reflection, which I didn’t mind because who wouldn’t. I could get an ejaculation just thinking about her. I just did a front lat spread, my lats flaring like butterfly wings, my own boner throbbing.
Barbara, who by now, was blushing and sweating profusely, tried to remind us of our schedule.
“Oops, sorry, Barbara, we got carried away. Are you alright there? You look a bit…flustered. Is it because of my huge, thick, veiny cock over here? Tee-hee, it’s a full 12 ½ inches now, and it is certified as the biggest cock in the ENTIRE world. Isn’t that impressive? There are like 4 billion men in the world, and NONE of them have a cock bigger than mine. Think about it, the biggest cock in the world, belonging to a girl! But of course, Jon’s cock is amazingly huge as well. His is a close second. And I love it just the same!” Sienna leaned down to give my cock a gentle suck. “Tasty!”
“I’m what the Japanese people call a Futanari. A girl having both guy and girl parts. Have you seen my vagina? Ohhh, Jon loves it, and he pleasures my pussy every single night! Maybe your scientists over here can explain why I have a big cock and a sexy pussy at the same time. Not that I’m complaining. I love both my cock and pussy!” Sienna said.
Our first stop was the blood test and MRI. The blood test was quick enough, and from there, they could extract our DNA from the white blood cells to see our genetic composition. It was pretty straightforward. We had an unbelievable pain threshold, a testament to all our soul-crushing workouts, and our veins were just throbbing, so the phlebotomist made light work of us. The MRI was tougher, they had to wheel us off to another more bigger MRI machine in the other block because our bodies were just too enormous to fit in the regular-sized MRI. Even the bigger MRI was a bit claustrophobic for us, but we made do.
The next stop was the anatomy discussion. Walking around the compound, none of the passing staff could keep their eyes off of us. And we both loved the attention. We were naked, muscular and proud. We couldn’t get enough of each other. We were basically holding hands, putting our arms around each other’s shoulders and waists, fondling each other’s butts, caressing each other’s muscles, oooohhhh…it was so sexy! Our boners just didn’t have any breaks. I love my wife! She’s my absolute dream girl.
When we stepped into the anatomy room, Dr Steiner was already there with a team of almost 20 scientists. Sienna and I were asked to stand on a platform at the centre of the room for all to behold. Both of us were over 430 pounds in body weight, most of it made up of pure muscle. So when we stepped onto the platform, our powerfully-built legs and bare feet were thumping like thunder with every stomp. And my word, did their jaws drop. They had never seen a muscle specimen more amazing and beautiful than ours. Our muscle development was unprecedented. And they were excited to study us.
“Ladies and gentlemen, my fellow colleagues,” Dr Steiner began, “this is Jonathan and Sienna Cox, our first two subjects for today. They are husband and wife, and my, my, will we ever see a more compatible couple ever again? As you can see, they have been dubbed as the two most muscular human beings in history, and today, we shall study their muscle composition. Feel free to consult your anatomy charts and feel the specimens. They have given their permissions to do so.”
We spent the entire session flexing and posing for the scientists, them identifying the muscles in our bodies based on their anatomy charts.
“Tensor fascia lata.”
And we both showed off that beautiful muscle of ours.
“Serratus anterior.”
And we twisted into a side crunch, our serratus just blooming with power and definition.
But then again, most of the scientists flocked to feel and gape at Sienna up close, compared to me, maybe because she was pretty…and she was much bigger, much denser and much more ripped than me. Standing side-by-side on the platform, her superiority was obvious for all to see. It was evident in the Olympia yesterday, it was evident here as well. But I didn’t mind. She was my wife, and I love her. And it was her superiority that granted me my deepest fantasies.
“Impressive. You’re a girl, but your muscular development has exceeded those capable in any male bodybuilder, let alone females. Tell me how did you do it?” One of the female scientists asked.
“Lots of brutal workouts, SUPER heavy-ass weight-lifting, lots of eating, lots of protein, lots of meat, and of course, some out-of-this-world genetics…but that’s for you to find out,” Sienna said, going into a front double bicep.
“Fascinating!”
“Simply marvellous!”
“I didn’t know such muscular development is even possible for a human being!”
Sienna grinned cockily. “Well, I’m not just any human being. I am literally a superhuman!” And she went into a javelin pose that fortified her ultimate superiority.
Because of how shredded and cut we were, the scientists had little trouble differentiating our muscles. Our muscles were so well-defined and separated, we were no doubt in much better shape than their anatomy charts. But when it came to our backs, fuck…the scientists were in a conundrum. The muscular development was beyond amazing. Every muscle fibre, every cut, every groove, every bulge, every vein…all of it was sculpted like a masterpiece to perfection. And then there were the undiscovered muscles that we managed to build. Such was the level of our conditioning. We were so shredded to the core, muscles that were unseen in a regular human body even started growing in ours. The scientists managed to identify 3 pairs of undiscovered muscle on my back, while Sienna had 4 more pairs (total 7 pairs). They need to discuss how to name these muscles, but they would revolve around our names. Imagine, jonius major or rectus siennus. Our muscles will be immortalised.
Before we ended, we were asked to pose for pictures, all to be used in the latest standard issue anatomy charts and textbooks. What better specimen is there besides both of us? The first shot was a relaxed shot, and even then, we were absolutely glorious. Every muscle, well-sculpted and defined, each fibre where they should be. Some bodybuilders had to flex just to achieve our level of conditioning and size when we were relaxed. Then we were asked to strike a series of compulsory poses, and that was our favourite part. Sienna and I just loved flexing, she probably more than me. And she ought to be. She was obviously bigger than me and better conditioned, and had much better posing techniques. It was a waste if she didn’t use every opportunity to show off her gorgeously ripped body and every inch of her hard, dense muscles. Just like the Olympia yesterday, standing side-by-side, she just outshone and outmuscled me in every pose. She even tried out her very own modified front double bicep which had gone down in history as one of the most legendary poses: The Sienna Double Bicep. She started off with quad stomp, resulting in the blooming of her titanic thigh muscles, before crunching her abs and folding her arms behind her head for an abdominals pose, the bone-crushing ferocity of her shredded eight-pack bursting to life, all the while liberating her thickened lats with the raising of her arms, showing off the twisting knots of the muscle insertions at her cleanly-shaved axillae. From here, with the quads, abs and lats in a fully-flexed display, she unfolded her arms, opening them out laterally, hands scrunched up in a crushing fist (I could hear her knuckles cracking), before bringing them up dynamically into the classic front double bicep, her chest puffed out to show off those dense slabs of hardened meat she called pecs.
The onlooking scientists all gaped in awe as she stood there, emitting an aura of magnificence from the grandiosity of her pose. Compared to my regular front double bicep, she already had the mass, she already had the definition, she already had the vascularity, now combine that with the fact that she was flexing almost every single muscle at the same time, it was mesmerising. Because her biceps were already glorious, flexing her abs, lats, pecs, and thighs didn’t take away the attention from the bicep, but rather, enhanced the invincibility of her full body musculature. Every single muscle, flexed to full strength, exploding with power. And that smile, that gorgeous smile…
She tried to teach me the Sienna double biceps. But it was too hard for me. Each step required so much power, so much muscle control, so much focus. For her, despite there being too many steps, too much muscle control, she did it as if it was second nature, every transition a graceful, harmonious dance, a testament to all the hours upon hours she spent posing in front of mirrors. She posed when she woke in the morning, she posed in the shower, she posed after each workout set, she posed whenever she passed by any mirror whether it was in private or in public…it was a part of her. And to think she barely knew anything about bodybuilding almost a year ago. The only posing she did were for swimsuit and fashion photoshoots, showing off her slim, toned curves and symmetrical facial features. Now, she had mastered a different type of posing: bodybuilder posing, displaying the enormous, ripped muscles she had obsessively built in the past year, on top of those feminine curves and gorgeous facial features. She had transformed herself from a sweet, graceful princess into a beautiful, hulking, “Sienna-esque” muscular monstrosity. Monstrosity was the correct word, despite her looks being so gorgeous, because of how MONSTROUSLY huge she was. Every inch of her delicate frame, she had packed with pound after pound after pound of pure, rock-hard, muscle.
The people reading those new anatomy charts and new textbooks would have a field day with this physique of hers. It would be a historic picture too. Because it was undoubtedly obvious that Sienna was much bigger than I was. People would notice that, and feminists would use her as an example of raw feminine power, that even ladies could outbuild their bodies to be bigger than a man if they put their minds to it, both in the muscle and cock department. Although…the authors might need to explain why a beautiful girl like her was sporting a beefy, thick cock.
The next session for us was the session that we couldn’t wait for. The reproductive session. Clearly, we both had reproductive organs that were not normal for an ordinary human being. Me, with my massive penis (too massive for an average man) and Sienna’s futa state. Both of us were producing INSANE amounts of cum so they wanted to know why as well.
Our job was to just masturbate. Not into a cup like you see in hospitals, but into a big fucking bucket! It was a special bucket, not the type you see milking cows. Probably just as big, but these buckets had measuring scales printed on the sides to mark our cum volume. Sexy. Also, the bottom of these buckets had a pressure sensor built into it. So it could measure our first ejaculation pressure, adjusting for height and gravity of course.
I went first. The room had a couple of porn magazines, but I knew that was not enough. When you had sex with my wife, nothing else would satisfy you any more. Thus, I demanded for my wife. If I wanted to cum, I needed my wife to arouse me. And only her.
Sienna, of course, was honoured. She gladly obliged. All she had to do was to do a pec bounce, and I just exploded like a fire hose straight into the bucket, literally, in both pressure and volume. But this research required me to unload ALL of my cum. So my wife continued to turn up the intensity. She flexed her biceps. I worshipped them. Then she slapped her big dick against my face. I took it in, suckling her cock like a popsicle. I rubbed my penis even harder. My cum was just spraying.
“Oh fuck babe. Mmmmm….ohhhh….mmmm….slurppp…” I mumbled. “You’re just too amazing…”
“Mmm you like that don’t you, my love?” She flexed her bone-crushing, world famous eight-packs. “Kiss my abs. Show my girls your deepest love…”
I obeyed, planting my lips on each brick of abs that she owned, and they WERE like literal bricks…only smoother, my tongue tracing the network of sexy veins running over her midsection. Pretty soon, the whole bucket was almost full, so I slid over to the next one.
“Come, love, let me help you with that,” Sienna grabbed my penis, “You just worship my WHOLE body.”
I caressed all over her. Her arm, rubbing my penis, was a fucking MACHINE! The moment she grabbed my shaft, the power in her grip just sent shivers down my spine. But I didn’t mind. In fact, I loved it. And she just started rubbing. Oh my God! She was lighting fast, her push and pulls so fucking strong…Her movements reminded me of the hydraulics in a racecar engine…moving at 7000-10000 rpm. Oh shit! It was the greatest feeling of my life. And those arms of hers….fuck! They were exploding!
I focused all my worshipping power on her rocket-launcher of an arm. Knowing that I was feeling up her forearms and biceps, she went even faster and harder! Flexing and unflexing with each movement.
“MORE!” She screamed.
“MORE!” I echoed.
“FUCK! CHECK OUT MY ARMS! Now you know why I built them!” She flexed her left bicep, and I just smothered it, as she rubbed my penis with her right, “I built them for this very moment! I built them for you!”
“Sssssss…..OOOOOOOHHHH….MMMMMMMMMMM.” I groaned hungrily.
“HUUUURRRRR!!!! ARRRRRRGGGGHHH!!!” Sienna screamed, threatening to rip off my cock with her ferociously aggressive masturbation.
And I unloaded like never I unloaded before. If I were to ejaculate into a normal woman, I think her entire stomach would explode!
Eventually, I managed to fill up both buckets…a full 10 gallons, much more than how much milk a cow could produce in a day (Google says 8 gallons). Of course, we looked very intimidating standing next to a cow. A cow looked tiny next to us, we could literally pick them up over our shoulders. We did that before, during our trip to New Zealand. It was easy. Sienna slung one cow each over her shoulders like they were sacks of grain. They were full grown cows but they looked so small compared to her massive size. We took a picture of that pose. The picture got into the local paper. People called her the “Monster Cowgirl”. She liked it.
After an assistant picked up the two buckets of my semen to the lab, it was Sienna’s turn to masturbate.
“Babe, please stay. Porn magazines don’t work for me too. I need you…” Sienna said in a clingy tone, holding my hand.
“Of course, my love.”
A mischievous smile spread across her face. “Flex for me.”
I did. A thigh and abdominals pose. She hugged me, rubbing her dick over mine, as well as my washboard abs. She loved it when our cocks rubbed against each other. Me too. It was so sexy, especially when that cock belonged to a girl!
“It’s coming! It’s coming! AHHHHHHH.”
And she unloaded straight into the bucket. If I was a fire hose, she was a fucking volcano! She was THAT potent. Gosh, not only was she the epitome of the ultimate woman, she was the epitome of the ultimate MAN as well! She was a symbol of flawless virility. Her unrelenting potency, her massive dick, her overwhelming strength, her unfaltering confidence, her alpha nature in the relationship, and her unparalleled muscularity. Just emasculating! And I love it!
Eventually, she made me grab her cock and rub her dick for her. My gosh! It was huge…and hard! Comparing with my dick, hers was about half an inch longer, and had much more girth, and it was quite obvious. Shit…and looking at the rate she was unloading! She could get a whole town pregnant!
Eventually she managed to fill up 4 pails (double mine!) or 20 gallons with her cum. Oh my God! All that juicy, delicious cum! Two assistants were needed to move the buckets, and looking at the liquid, it was thick and creamy, a bit like the buckets of curdled milk used to make cheese. Oohh…how I would love to taste all that cum of hers.
Barbara wanted to bring us to our next stop, but we insisted on staying. I think we still had a bit more stamina to go on, and a bit more cum to unload into each other’s favourite holes.
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Unbelievable. Best story I have read from you.
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A really hot story indeed!
:bravo:
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Very good and very hot story! And it seems that Sienna not only can be a mother, but she can be a father too! 😉🤓
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We need a new installment soon. This story is epic!
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Chapter 15
By the end of the day, Sienna and I were lustfully cuddling each other’s naked bodies in the waiting room, as Dr Steiner said he would debrief us on the findings. Sienna and I just had the most exhilarating workout in the lab’s state-of-the-art gym. Before we went in, they made us flex for some maximum measurements, Sienna especially, proudly obliging. Nothing turned her on more than a flex-and-measureme session. I could see the scientists gaping when she stepped on the heavy-duty weighing scale, the digits going haywire initially as it took in Sienna’s outrageous bodyweight before settling on a value. Then, a couple of female scientists brought out their tape measures and noted down her essential measurements. When it came to the bicep, I noticed Sienna acting mischievous.
“So, Sienna, let’s see those big biceps of yours!” one of the scientists said.
“You mean…THESE BICEPS? Tee-hee,” Sienna playfully giggled, bringing up the most monstrous right arm the world had ever seen, pencil-thick veins popping, striations rumbling, with a beautiful, well-defined cut running along the peak to separate the individual heads of her biceps brachii. I noticed the two female scientists shuddering, the ecstasy of the muscle show turning their cheeks a bright tomato-red. They composed themselves and wrapped the tape snugly around Sienna’s arm.
“30 inches! Oh my god, when Kai Greene and Big Ramy came, we measured their arms at 22 inches and 25 inches respectively. At 30 inches, your arms must be the biggest in the world! Girl, your arms are bigger than my waist and thighs!”
“Hmm…now, 30 inches, that isn’t right, is it, my love?” Sienna asked me coyly.
I furrowed my brows. Two other female scientists were also doing my measurements, their eyes locked onto my giant erect penis. “Doesn’t seem right…I think.”
“Of course it’s not right. Silly me. That’s because I wasn’t flexing.” Then her face twisted into a sinister smirk. “Now, THIS is flexing!”
And just like that, she tightened her fist and suddenly, her right bicep just exploded with sheer power and size! Outrageous size, size that so ever easily snapped the scientists’ tape measure in half, her previously pencil-thick veins bursting into finger-thick veins, the striations evolving into deeper crevices that further defined her densely built muscle fibres. I remember a scream from one of the scientists, and my dick fired a shot of cum right into the wall almost 7 feet away, just by watching my sexy wife displaying her formidable dominance. The female scientists that were measuring me had witnessed Sienna’s little show, and had to quickly excuse themselves to the bathroom, their expressions flustered, while I noticed streams of white fluid oozing down their thighs, probably from their soaking wet panties.
Eventually a new tape measure was brought in for Sienna and the final measurements were verified.
Sienna’s measurements:
Weight: 403 pounds
Height: 6 foot 9
Chest: 76 inches
Waist: 32 inches
Arms: 36 inches
Thighs: 47 inches
Calves: 36 inches
Penis/clit length: 12.5 inches
Jon’s measurements:
Weight: 392 pounds
Height: 6 foot 7
Chest: 74 inches
Waist: 33 inches
Arms: 34.5 inches
Thighs: 45.5 inches
Calves: 35 inches
Penis length: 11.5 inches
That was before the workout. Then, electrodes were plastered all over our bodies, especially over our major muscles, and the scientists gave us the freedom to workout all over the gym. It was so much fun, prancing around naked, grunting, torturing ourselves with Spartan intensity. Well, it was SLIGHTLY emasculating, to see Sienna outlift me on every exercise, especially in front of an audience of scientists, but at the same time, I was glad this emasculating goddess was my own wife. Her 1800-pound squats vs my 1700 pounds, 15 full reps, 4 sets (and then the barbell broke). Her world-record (unequipped) 1300-pound bench press vs my 1200 pounds, 12 reps, 4 sets. Her 800-pound barbell rows vs my 700 pounds, 20 reps, 4 sets. Her 350-pound dumbbell bicep curls vs my 240 pounds, 20 reps, 4 sets. In almost every exercise, she outlifted me by almost 100 pounds, and it was obvious as I had to slide off quite a number of plates after her sets, and she had to restack them when it was her turn. All the while, the electrodes on our bodies recording those insane physiological measurements of our pumped-up muscles.
The end of the day was marked by a psychotic weightlifting session of the company’s Jeep series, the heaviest apparatus in the lab, all parked side-by-side. If we could lift those, it would have been a convincing statement of intent, that my wife and I were the world’s strongest human beings.
The following were the Jeeps parked in front of us:
Jeep Wrangler Sport: 3,970 pounds
Jeep Wrangler Unlimited Sport: 4,201 pounds
Jeep Wrangler Unlimited Moab: 4,345 pounds
Jeep Wrangler Unlimited Rubicon: 4,439 pounds
“Does every bodybuilder that gets experimented on need to lift those?”
Barbara, Dr Steiner’s assistant, who was ushering us, answered, “We do ask them to give it a try. So far, our record holder was strongman champion Hathor Hafdorson, and he managed to deadlift the back of the Jeep Wrangler Sport.”
Sienna chuckled. “Hmm…just the back…for a strongman champion? It’s the lightest jeep here.”
Barbara smiled. “Well, I’m sure Mr and Mrs Cox, you can certainly do better.”
Sienna flicked her hair back, before going into a most muscular pose in front of a mirror. “OOOOHHHH YEAH. These muscles aren’t just for show. But of course, my love, why don’t you go first?”
I made my way up to the heaviest jeep – the Rubicon. It was best to start with the heaviest, and not waste my energy with the lightest. I placed both hands underneath the back bumper, and with a loud scream, snatched it up to my chin. Holding it there, I could feel the blood boiling in my head as I took a few deep puffs of air into my lungs, before pushing it over my head. Now one half of the jeep was lifted. The next step, I had to duck underneath it to reach for the front and lift that part too. Still, I found it hard to move. I was stuck in my current position, the weight of the back of the jeep too heavy and I was struggling to hold it. Eventually, I felt myself getting tired, and not wanting to get killed, I let go. The Rubicon defeated me.
“C’mon babe! You can do it!”
I gave myself 10 minutes to catch my breath and moved on to the second heaviest jeep – the Moab. Using the same technique, I lifted the back, which was much easier. Now the hard part, ducking under to reach the front. I composed myself, and then swiftly, supporting the jeep with my left arm and massive back, sidestepped underneath the jeep, and got a good grip of the front bumper. Then, with one powerful scream, I propelled my legs upward, then straightened my back and then my arms, the incredible weight of the 4345-pound Moab displayed over my head, like a glorious iron trophy of my very own Strongman contest.
“AAAAARRRRRRRGHHHHHH!!!”
Sienna jumped joyfully. “Yay! My hero!” And then, the next thing I knew, her naked body was pouncing towards mine, my big erect dick engulfed by her muscular vagina, and for 20 minutes and like the second time today, we fucked each other crazy. Her giant cock was pressed up against my abs, and I could feel her pleasure as she rubbed against those washboard bumps of mine, while I shot almost a gallon of cum straight into her womb. We didn’t even care if there were like almost 20 people watching. “What a stud…so STRONG and RIPPED! Fuck me harder babe! FUCK ME! Show me your biceps, oh yeah, that’s it, BIG HUGE BICEPS…argh…do a pec bounce for me…mmm…good boy! Oh babe, I’m cumming, I’m cumming…arrrgghhhh!”
And I felt her vaginal juice just oozing out of her orifice, slopping over my cock stuffed inside her, before trickling down her veiny, ripped, muscular thighs. Then came her cock, the big fire hydrant of hers just gushing out pint after pint after pint of thick, creamy, delicious cum like a mall fountain. It was like raining Sienna juice!
When we were done licking all that cum off our bodies, it was Sienna’s turn. “Babe, do you want me to show you how it’s done?” she said, caressing my chin.
“Please, babe. There is nothing that turns me on more than you, putting me in my place,” I said.
“Aww…babe…” she pressed her lips against mine, her tongue rolling over mine. “These are what these HUGE muscles are for,” she said, showing me that bowling ball-sized bicep of hers, which I kissed passionate. “Oh my love, you spoil me.”
Confidently, she strutted over to the Rubicon, a jeep I was unable to lift, and just standing next to it, her enormous size just dwarfed the vehicle. It was like Ronnie Coleman, standing next to a Mini Cooper or Disney’s Mr Incredible with that little blue car of his . Then, with one smooth motion, she lifted the back part of the jeep over her head. No pauses, nothing. Just one clean jerk. Then, balancing the back with her left arm, she slid her body under the jeep and with her right hand over the front bumper, she just propelled the 2-tonne (4439-pound) Rubicon over her head, her confident laughs emanating across the room. If that wasn’t enough, she did 10 reps of squats with that immense weight over her head, plus another 10 reps of INSANE shoulder presses.
“Barbara, do you have another Rubicon on standby?” she asked.
“Yes, why do you ask?”
“Because…I wanna DESTROY this one.” And then, out of nowhere, Sienna just smashed the Rubicon against the floor. Like a piece of cardboard, she tore the hood off and ripped out the entire engine with her bare hands. Then, off came the doors, torn apart as easily as the hood, then it was the wheels, twisted out of the axles and then the rubber tyres just pulled apart like donuts. From afar, she looked like a female version of the Incredible Hulk just going psychotic over the helpless vehicle, her muscles, veins and sinews just straight up exploding. Sienna was literally tearing the jeep apart with her bare hands. And it seemed not much trouble for her as well. Forcing the roof off took a bit of time, but she did it eventually and then it was the seats, coming off as easily as if they were stuck by a child’s Lego. Last but not least, she grabbed the jeep by the rear bumper again and with a tight spin, hurled the jeep across the room, crashing it against the wall before it exploded into a giant ball of flames. With the explosion behind her, she just rested one hand on her hip, and the other in a bicep flex, flicking her silky blonde hair nonchalantly as if destroying an entire jeep with her bare hands was just something she would do in her free time.
I was gaping this whole time. As she approached me, I couldn’t help but to feel both turned on and intimidated by what I just saw. When she strutted her way towards me, her massive shadow blotted out the lights in front of me, her incredibly muscular body looking as humungous as ever, her muscles just exploding from the monstrous workout she just had, the sweat glistening over her gorgeous skin making her all the sexier.
“Whoa, that felt…so good! What a great stress-reliever! I’ll pay for the jeep,” she wrapped her powerful, metal-crushing arms around me, and pulled me in for a tender kiss. “What do you think, my love?”
“You are AMAZING! Terrifying, but amazing!” I said.
“Aww…you don’t have to feel terrified of me, babe. If anything, you should feel proud. If anyone dares to harm you, I will destroy them just like how I destroyed that jeep! I will protect you forever. Come, show me a front double bicep!” she said.
I strolled over to the mirror and did as I was told. Still a very impressive pose that I was sporting. She may be the world’s most muscular human being, but I was still the world’s most muscular man. However, my monologue of self-pride was quashed once again as Sienna stepped directly behind me, and struck a front double bicep of her own, her ultra-ripped, ultra-gigantic figure just straight up dwarfing mine. She was just bigger, taller, wider, thicker, tougher, and stronger in every conceivable way. There was no greater proof and demonstration of just how much more superior she was compared to me.
The last part of the session was a post-workout measurement of our bodies, just to see how much our muscles had grown after each workout. The numbers, especially Sienna’s, were insane.
Sienna’s post-workout measurements:
Height: 6 foot 10
Chest: 78 inches
Waist: 32 inches
Arms: 38.5 inches
Thighs: 49 inches
Calves: 38 inches
Penis/clit length: 12.5 inches
Jon’s post-workout measurements:
Height: 6 foot 8
Chest: 75 inches
Waist: 34 inches
Arms: 35.5 inches
Thighs: 46.5 inches
Calves: 36 inches
Penis length: 11.5 inches
“Check out these numbers! I am HUGE! URRRGGGGHHH!” Sienna said proudly, hands clasped in front of her in a variation of the most muscular, all the while tightening her rippling torso, admiring her incredible muscularity in the mirror, the full-blown power of her delts, traps, arms, pecs and abs on majestic display. “OHHHH FUCK YEAH! Someone get us a room! I am SOOO turned on right now! I need to fuck my husband!”
And thus, it brings us back to the waiting room, the cuddling of each other’s naked, sweaty bodies, her wrapping her thunderous thighs over my waist and me worshipping every inch of her powerful body. By evening, Dana Olsen, Yasmin Kim, and Polina Remkova joined us after their own experimental sessions and seeing how sexy of a position we were in, joined in for a lustful orgy of the top 5 most muscular human beings in the world. It all cumulated in the dominance of our queen goddess, Sienna, for by the time we were done, she was in this majestic, central, sex-queen position: me penetrating her anus with my 11.5 inch dick; Sienna’s giant 12.5 inch cock fucking Dana’s vagina in an Aquaman’s Delight position, Dana straddling her ripped, beefy legs over Sienna’s gorgeously chiselled core; all the while, Sienna reaching underneath Yasmin’s muscular butt with her right hand, and doing the same to Polina with her left, and like bicep curls, lifting their massive bodies off the ground so that she could suck their pussies, alternating between the pretty K-pop faced goddess and bear-killing Russian queen.
Just as we were done, and it was a full 2 hours, Dr Steiner came in with our reports.
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K+ this story is so hawt. Well done again
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Great continuation! Well done! Sienna crushed the jeep for good!
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Intereting. Wondering where all this research will lead to. Keep up the nice work.
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Chapter 16
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, what happened here?” Dr Steiner asked, inspecting the cum-laden room. The smell was also intoxicating, the whiff of our pheromones hanging in the air, mixed with the aggressive sexual musk of our sweaty bodies and the odour of fresh, warm love juice. Nearly half of that juice was Sienna’s, and to rehydrate herself, she was guzzling down a 4L bottle of water, before throwing the emptied out container across the room and striking a terrifying most muscular in the mirror, veins and striations around her neck, chest and shoulders blooming with power, a showcase of just how sexually powerful she was with that ultimate physique of hers.
“Oh fuck yeah! I am RIPPED. With muscles as ripped as these, who else can resist me?! I could dominate any human being in this world, sexually and physically! Urrrrghhhh! Oh yeah!” she bragged.
It was true. Sienna had just fucked us into oblivion. Me, Dana, Yasmin and Polina. The top 5 most muscular human beings in history! Even Silverback gorillas were afraid of us. But we had just been handed a mind-blowing sexual experience by Sienna. Never again will any other human being pleasure us in this way again.
Not long after, we flanked her and went into muscular poses of our own. I did a side tricep, and then moved in for a crab pose similar to that of my wife. Seeing the sheer superiority in size and conditioning she had over me, she chuckled, before picking my massive body up in a bridal carry, as effortlessly as lifting a pillow, showering me with a flurry of kisses. It was emasculating, but it made my dick hard. I used to do that to her, back when she was a slim, toned beachwear supermodel. I was the alpha stud, muscles aplenty. Now our roles were reversed, she was clearly the alpha, and she had no problems showing it, but regardless, I enjoyed this dynamic shift. She was still the caring, loving queen that I married, only now, she had a set of incredibly-built muscles that could destroy me in less than a minute with her bare hands. She then plopped down on a couch, the cushion sinking deeply with the sheer magnitude of her 400-pound musclebound bodyweight, cradling me in her arms and I never felt safer in her strong embrace. Even unflexed, the insane bulges of her biceps were prominently protruding from her arms, like a bowling-ball stuffed underneath her silky beige skin. She crossed her legs, displaying a beefy, vascular set of melon-sized, diamond-cut, inverted tear-shaped calves, the individual separations of the gastrocnemius heads well-defined by the shadowy grooves in her hard flesh; ankle bracelets jiggled in the air, her beautifully pedicured toes glistening in the lights. She had a contract with Jimmy Choo for leg and feet modelling less than two years ago, and now, those pretty, soft legs, while retaining their beauty, was moulded into a shredded collection of muscles and engorged veins, to the point they could smash concrete and crush bowling balls.
As the other three female bodybuilders cuddled up around us (or mainly, her), Dr Steiner got the projector ready and cleared his throat, preparing for his scientific presentation.
“So, ladies and gentleman, we have seen some OUTSTANDING, OTHERWORLDLY feats from you all today. Sienna here has lifted and destroyed a 4500-pound jeep with her bare hands,” as he said this, Sienna flexed a gigantic right bicep for all to see, Dana and I scrambling to kiss it.
Dr Steiner continued. “While the rest of you managed to lift a Jeep Wrangler Moab over your heads with relative ease! You all are literally the strongest human beings who ever lived!
“Which brings me to my point. We have conducted research in over 100 bodybuilders over the years, including you, and from your results today, we have came to a groundbreaking conclusion. The five of you are the next step in human evolution. Through a series of DNA tests and genetic studies, we have found your genetic makeup to be more superior than that of any human being.
“The main difference lies in your chromosome X. There is a mutation in the chromosome, giving rise to the Dominus gene. What is this Dominus gene you ask? It was discovered by us today, and it is responsible for coding a mutated but more potent form of testosterone, called Neotestosterone. 3 times more potent than regular testosterone, giving you unparalleled muscular development, prolonged stamina and enhanced libido. The best thing about this Neotestosterone is that you can reap its muscle building effects, without ANY risk of virilization towards women. Normal testosterone would cause an increase in male characteristics among females like a deepened voice, increased facial hair and acne, but with Neotestosterone, you will experience none of these effects. You even get to keep your boobs! And the best thing is, for all five of you, your bloodstream is FULL of Neotestosterone. Simply off the charts! And with that, you are able to build muscle mass much more rapidly and aggressively than any normal human being. Not only that, you have better proportions, increased growth, increased fat metabolism, increased digestion rates, increased seed production, prolonged youth, God-like beauty features (which explains why you all look like supermodels) and longevity as well. Your cell regeneration capabilities are out of this world, and you might live to be 200, and even more! Which means…you can hardly age. We predict that by the time you reach 80, you will still have the same beauty, youth and physicality as when you were 30! This is simply just INCREDIBLE! Do you know the amount of breakthroughs we can use for this?! For science!
“And thus, with all these changes, we believe you are no longer classified as normal human beings, termed scientifically as Homo sapiens sapiens. You are a completely new breed or subspecies and from now on, you will be known as Homo sapiens dominus! Dominus for dominant, for we believe you will be the dominant species from now on. You like that right, dominance?”
Sienna chuckled and smirked. “Oh Dr Steiner, we LOVE dominance!”
“But I do have a question, Dr Steiner. Why didn’t we manifest this earlier in our lives? Like Sienna was only as huge and ripped as she is now, only a year ago,” I asked.
“Good question Jonathan. This Dominus gene can only be switched on through INTENSE physical workout. Keyword: intense. If you train hard enough in the gym, you can switch on that gene, and from there, there is no switching it off. You can only get bigger. More muscular. And stronger, as the mitochondrial count in your muscle cells are 10 times that of a normal human. Sienna had only started her brutal workout with Dana one year ago, and I believe that set it off. Same goes to the rest of you, going back to the point of time you all started bodybuilding and killing yourselves at the gym. Which is why we think there may be more Dominus humans in the world, just that not many of them work out hard enough to switch it on. And because the gene is found in X chromosomes, and females have two of them (XX), we believe it is more common in females. Guys, not so much, because they only have one X chromosome (XY), so the probability of them having this gene is reduced. So once we advocate for intense physical workouts among the public, especially girls, expect more hulked up ladies just like yourselves to pop up in your bodybuilding contests.”
“And Dr Steiner, what about my HUGE cock?” Sienna asked. “I don’t see Dana, Yasmin or Polina having one.”
“Good question. After doing the MRI, we found you, Sienna, to have both female and male sexual characteristics. While it is not hanging out now like normal men, you actually have two tangerine sized testes located in your pelvis, on either side of your uterus. They are HUGE and EXTREMELY POTENT. Which is why your cock is squirting out almost 20 gallons of cum every time you have sex. This is because you have a second mutation that no-one else here has, a mutation in chromosome 13, the Siennus gene, giving you male genitals in addition to your female ones. Very interesting. It was also switched on at the same time as your Dominus gene.”
“Ooohhhh, soooo interesting!” Sienna said, stroking her beautiful giant cock known as Boudicca. “Now that we are done here, why don’t we have some serious sex back at my place…hmm? I feel so ‘dominus’ right now…”
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Once the bodybuilders were gone, Dr Steiner quickly packed his briefcase, and rushed out of the lab and into the Nevada desert. Around 20 miles west, was a strip club by the name of “Desert Foxes”. Despite being in the middle of nowhere, it was pretty popular among the local men and strip club enthusiasts, who would pay big bucks just to have a taste of the girls on show. It was jointly opened by himself and his niece, Cassie Steiner, whom he had raised since she was 12. She was around 25 now, and despite his many objections, she LOVED her job as a strip model. Nothing got her going like the desire of men. And just to add to that, she was actually an NPC Wellness competitor by day, those toned abs and beefy, muscular legs winning her second place in the NPC North American championship. As Dr Steiner entered, Cassie was doing a routine with a pole, her bright yellow microkini half-undone, showing off a fully rounded pair of glutes, with firmly-built quads and hamstrings, before tapering nicely into her knees, and then blooming again into a seductive calf. Her dirty blonde hair flowed down to her mid-abdomen, with a pair of piercing hazel eyes. Like all Wellness competitors, she was gorgeous, Latina gorgeous, getting those beautiful Brazilian genes from her former Miss Sao Paulo mother, mixing that with her Austrian-American genes from her paternal side. Cassie was stroking a gruff trucker’s chin with her soft, sexy feet, before letting him suck on those perfect pearly-painted toes of hers. She was on stage with the other models, childhood friends that had taken up her offer to be an angel of lust, but they were more or less bikini models rather than an athletic Wellness bodybuilder like her. Because of her more muscular features, at 5 foot 8 with capped shoulders, striking abs, and buffed-up legs, Cassie was the most popular stripper in the joint. But she had always wanted to up her game.
Dr Steiner made an acknowledging eye contact with Cassie, before heading to a rather shady, camouflaged door in the corner, and trotted downstairs to the basement. The next door was made of 1-inch thick steel, and protected with biometric security. After a retina scan, the door opened and he welcomed himself into his private, underground lab. Despite the strip club being as big as a regular house, this lab spanned much wider underground, almost the size of a warehouse. Animal cages were found in one end of the lab, which he would come down to feed twice a day. In the centre of the room, was a super computer and next to it were four cryochambers, about the size of refrigerators, like the ones you see transform Steve Rogers in the Marvel Captain America movie. There was a small rounded glass window on the hatch of each chamber for people to see the face, and at the moment, the chambers were empty.
Dr Steiner spent the next two hours on the supercomputer, setting up using the findings he got earlier from the experimentation on Sienna and co. By midnight, the music from the strip club upstairs had faded, and for the last time for the next 11 months, the girls locked up for the night. Eventually the four strip models headed down to the lab and each gave Dr Steiner a kiss on the cheek.
Cassie was there, and the other three girls were Kayla, Gabrielle and Sakura, all of them in their mid-20s. Kayla was one of the most gorgeous African-American women Dr Steiner had ever seen, with high cheekbones and unique azure blue eyes, and in her bikini, she looked geared for a Victoria’s Secret photoshoot, her soft, ebony skin glistening in the ceiling lights. Gabrielle was from Miami, and because of that, her beautifully tanned skin seemed to complement her silky chestnut hair, hair that used to be on the labels of L’Oréal shampoos three years ago. Sakura, Japanese-American, grew up as a figure skater, and her flexible body and snow-white skin made her an important asset for stripping at this joint. Despite racial stereotypes, she had boobs that would make Sofia Vergara green with envy, and the best part was, it was all natural.
“Uncle David, I got your email, and it was definitely GREAT news, I can’t wait! Literally, I had been waiting eight years for this breakthrough!” Cassie said.
“Anything for you, dear. Now, just to run through the email, in case you haven’t read it, we have discovered the Dominus gene on the X chromosome, and the Siennus gene on Chromosome 13. The Dominus gene is what makes you super ripped, super strong and basically immortal. The Siennus gene gives you that giant cock that Sienna Cox is showing off. Now, are you ready to forgo being Homo sapiens sapiens, and become, Homo sapiens dominus?”
“Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes! I have trained since I was 10, to achieve my dream of becoming the most muscular human being in this entire world! But no matter how hard I trained or dieted, this is the peak my genetics would allow me. Wellness. With this new breakthrough, I will have the genetic perfection to achieve my lifelong dream of being the most muscular bodybuilder in the world. Are you with me girls?” Cassie asked.
The other three girls nodded in unison.
“And plus, who doesn’t want a huge fucking dick to humiliate men with!” Cassie laughed.
“Oh, about that Cassie,” Kayla interjected, “the girls and I think we are skipping the dick part. We just want the muscles.”
“Oh okay, suit yourselves,” Cassie shrugged.
“But we would DEFINITELY enjoy having your BIG, HARD COCK inside our STRONG, MUSCULAR PUSSIES…” Sakura said.
Cassie chuckled coyly. “Mmm…girls…you flatter me.”
“Now that we are ready girls, please, step inside your respective cryochambers,” Dr Steiner ushered.
The cryochambers, each the size of refrigerators and as wide as doorframes, were special machines invented by Dr Steiner, containing targeted gamma radiation that would modify specific parts of chromosomes to get the desired genetic sequences. Today, he was going to modify all four of these girls’ X chromosomes to obtain the desired Dominus gene, turning them into muscular monstrosities they so deeply aspired to be. With Cassie’s chamber, he would also program it to modify her Chromosome 13 to obtain the Siennus gene, giving her two outrageously potent tangerine-sized testicles in her womb, with a giant stallion-shaming cock to call her own. Uniquely, he also added an electrical beam inside each chamber, which upon activation of the Dominus gene, would “shock” the muscles into overdrive (similar to intense physical workouts), stimulating the girls’ muscles to violently grow in size without having to train them up. And with multiple IV cannulas inserted into their veins, perfectly calculated nutrients would be infused into their bodies based on their nutritional requirements, and in a span of 11 months, just before the next Olympia, they would emerge as perfectly built specimens of muscular beauty.
The girls all stripped naked, giving each other final embraces and kisses before reemerging 11 months later as goddesses. Confidently and calmly, they each stepped into their cryochambers as if they had done this a thousand times before, and they didn’t even flinch when multiple, scary-looking robotic needles penetrated their skin: some were electrodes, some were IV cannulas for nutrients, some were supplements. Finally, they closed their eyes and the hatch to each chamber closed off, their gorgeous, calm faces visible through the circular glass. With that, Dr Steiner keyed in a few codes on his keyboard, and with one reassuring breath, pushed the lever that would set all of this into motion. As the machines roared to life, he could hear the excruciating screams of the girls from inside the chambers, the pain of the evolution just too much to bear, but none of them begged to stop. They were 100% in full commitment of their mission. After about 5 minutes of hellish torment, the screams gradually stopped and the girls were sent into a deep, peaceful slumber.
And for the next 11 months, Dr Steiner came down here to check on them daily, making sure the gamma rays and electric currents were working fine and the nutrients were optimal, relative to their increased growth. The computer showed the girls’ vitals, progress as well as a silhouette of their body shape in real-time. Day-in, day-out, Dr Steiner could see their silhouette progress from that of swimwear models, to women figure champions, to women’s physique champions, to women’s bodybuilding champions, to the Grecian ideals belonging to male Classic physique winners, male Olympian bodybuilders and finally, rival that of Dana Olsen, Jonathan and Sienna Cox. It was also satisfying to see the 2-inch thick, steel walls of their cryochambers get dented outwards and deformed as a result of their hard, muscular growth pushing against the metal.
While all these happened, the world went about their ways. There was a Presidential election, Dr Steiner was up for a Nobel Prize for his discovery, hundreds of women containing the Dominus gene were popping up all over the world (so far no men, besides Jonathan Cox), and the US military had established a platoon recruiting only Dominus women, and had single-handedly brought down terrorist regimes in a span of weeks, wars that regular soldiers failed to end over decades. All this while, Jonathan and Sienna Cox went around flaunting their newfound Olympian victory, going on “breeding tours” around America, tours that enrolled hundreds of rich, young, gorgeous women who were willing to pay millions to get brutally fucked and knocked up by the two most gloriously gigantic cocks in the world, the Coxes’ potent seed shooting aggressively into their vaginas, impregnating them with a success rate of 99%, giving birth to a new generation of Dominus girls in the population.
By the last day of the 11th month, Dr Steiner was exhausted. The world was building up to the greatest Olympia in history, as they created a new Dominus category, so far fielding a line of debutante but gorgeously ripped female bodybuilders (and one male, which was Jon). Female bodybuilders who less than a year ago were ordinary stay-at-home moms, college students, and supermodels (because the Dominus gene ensured lifelong beauty, most Dominus girls were considered the top 0.05% most gorgeous ladies in the world, hence a lot of them were models). Anyways, this was the day Dr Steiner ended the experiment, and awaken the four girls to their newfound goddess-like physiques. With that, he pulled the lever and the machine hummed back to silence. Three of the hatches clicked open, releasing a cloud of greyish mist that obscured the chambers’ contents. However, on that platform, he could hear the creaks of distorting metal as their humungous bodies tried to break free from the claustrophobic chamber, and emerging from that cloud of smoke, almost in synchrony, were three menacingly powerful right legs – one ebony skinned, one olive tanned, another snow-white – but all equally RIPPED to the core; striations outrageously aplenty; throbbing vessels frighteningly prominent; thick, hard, dense, sinewy muscles abound…GORGEOUSLY abound. Dr Steiner shuddered at this view. The astonishing leg belonging to Kayla wiggled her toes slightly, and Dr Steiner almost ejaculated in his pants, as the individual fibres of every muscle in her calves and thighs rippled with power, and when she planted her bare foot firmly onto the platform, her muscles contracted into a powerful flex. This movement, even if it was barely a twitch, generated so much power, that the air around her leg blew into a gust of wind that broke apart the cloudy mist, thereby exposing the rest of their glorious muscular physiques. Dr Steiner was staring at three gorgeous giants, each sporting a V-taper that would put every single male bodybuilder in history to shame, pecs the thickness of at least two dictionaries and as wide as two beachballs, brick-like eight packs that could crush diamonds between them, biceps the size of bowling balls, delts the size of volleyballs and Himalayan traps that bunched up higher than rugby balls. Even their boobs looked rounder, perkier and firmer, a sign of their unwavering feminity. Synchronously, they made their way down the steps of the platform, and confidently catwalked towards a large mirror on one side of the room. As they went past Dr Steiner, he almost thought he was going to get trampled or beaten up. There was a coldness in the girls’ eyes, a piercing, malicious, confident coldness that struck fear into every soul they stared into, if their bodies hadn’t already terrified everyone else. Dr Steiner knew, without a shred of doubt, that if they wanted to, these girls could crush his body into a pulp with their bare hands, as easily as crushing a loaf of bread. One punch on his face with just HALF their strength would shatter every single bone in his skull, snap his cervical vertebrae in half and mash his brain up into minced meat; one blow to the gut would shred every single organ from his bowels, to his spleen, to his kidneys, to his liver and the force transmitted would LITERALLY fracture his backbone into a million tiny pieces; a strike to his torso with definitely crush his entire ribcage, smash his heart causing blood to explode like a popping water balloon and squash both his lungs into a pulp. He was totally at their mercy.
In front of the mirror, they showed off their transformed bodies in a posedown, displaying a series of compulsory and modified poses. Their powerful grunts, alternating with sexy orgasmic moans echoed across the room as they admired their blooming muscles and exploding vasculature. Kayla struck a modified most muscular, her hands on her hips, admiring the rippling striations in her massive pecs, the network of veins running along her biceps all the way across her front shoulders, neck and upper chest throbbing with blood.
“Oohhhhh my GOD! FUCKKK YEAHHH!”
Gabrielle’s best pose was her abdominals with a concurrently flexed right bicep, grunting as she folded her left arm behind her head and twisted her midsection, checking out the formidable eight-pack she achieved that was decorated with vascularity, flanked by a terrifyingly chiselled set of intercostals, finger-like serratus, shredded obliques and a sexually-arousing Adonis belt.
“HUUUURRRRRR! GRRRRRRRRR! Check out these fucking abs!”
As for Sakura, her ¾ back double bicep was out of this world. Lumps upon lumps upon lumps of dense, knotted muscle, all coming together like the mountain ranges of the Himalayas, only difference was that her back was perfectly symmetrical, with muscularity, thickness and width almost the size of three NFL quarterbacks. Dr Steiner looked at the demon-faced back staring at him, and while Sakura’s grunts and orgasmic moans found this demon-faced back satisfying, Dr Steiner couldn’t help feeling terrified as if he was staring at the devil’s face embedded on Sakura’s massive back.
“OH MY GOD! I’M HUGE!” Sakura yelled.
“I’M RIPPED!” Gabrielle added.
“I’M GORGEOUS!” Kayla echoed.
“WE ALL ARE!”
Everyone turned to the voice coming from the platform. The person who said it was still obscured by the smokey grey mist, but everyone recognised that voice from a mile away. Cassie.
There was a loud grunt, and a sound of crushing metal, and from there, the walls of Cassie’s chamber flew across the room and embedded themselves into the walls of the lab, like darts on a board, sending cracks along the bricks. In one move, she had literally torn the whole cryochamber apart, with its 2-inch thick walls, welded edges and 1500 pound weight. The bare feet that planted themselves onto the floor of the platform rang like thunder across the room. Her legs were so strong, she could almost shatter the concrete floor, making holes the size of her footprints with every step she took. What emerged from that platform, as the smoke cleared, was something no one had ever seen before. Cassie Steiner was sporting a physique that was downright unbeatable, unprecedented and unparalleled in the history of bodybuilding. It was as if she was no longer human, she was a creature, a creature of pure, dense muscle. Not a single ounce of fat was found on her body. She was ALL muscle. If Kayla, Gabrielle and Sakura were massive, Cassie was gargantuan. She was ripped to the core, and people could actually believe, with her humungous size, she could literally stop a train dead in its tracks. And let’s not forget, hanging over her groin, in its 13-inch glory, was a gigantic cock that could destroy an elephant’s butthole. As she strutted her naked body over to the mirror, every muscle in her body rippling with power, the thumping sound of her footsteps like a monster preying for victims in the night, and if the three other girls looked like predators just a minute ago, they have been shown up into humble servants, clearing a path for this superior being, their goddess queen, to admire herself in the mirror.
With oozing confidence, Cassie did a swift, powerful quad stomp that surely enough, shattered the concrete floor beneath her foot, but it mattered not for she had quads thicker than the trunk of an oak tree, the striations showing the fine, rippling details of every muscle fibre, the gorgeous cuts clearly separating the individual muscles from the sartorius, to the gracilis, to the vastus lateralis, rectus femoris and vastus medialis, a river of pencil-thick veins pulsing over them. Her calves were bigger than people’s waists, with each individual head of the gastrocnemius the size of a rugby ball. Then, she opened her thick, defined arms and brought them together for a crab pose most muscular, and HOLY SHIT did her muscles blow up into a fear-inducing combination of size, power, strength, striations, feathering and vasculature that could easily humiliate the Hulk, the Venom, the Abomination and the Juggernaut in a bodybuilding posedown.
“Look at me. LOOK AT ME! I AM ALL MUSCLE! NOTHING BUT PURE MUSCLE!”
“Maybe that’s what you can call yourself. The best bodybuilders have nicknames. Sienna Cox is The Brutal Belle, Jon Cox is The Genetic Giant, Dana Olsen is The Predator, Yasmin Kim is The Asian Amazon, and Polina Remkova is The Bear Crusher. You can be The All-Muscle! Like Odin, All-Father. Cassie “All-Muscle” Steiner,” Dr Steiner suggested.
Cassie slid into a side chest, admiring the impossible striations and incredible thickness in her cinderblock pecs, not to mention the veins running across them. “All-Muscle. I like it,” she said coldly, not looking at her uncle.
“And then, Kayla, you shall be…The Monster Queen! Gabrielle, The Man Slaver! And Sakura, you can be Lady Thunderback!”
Once they agreed with the nicknames, Dr Steiner took their measurements.
Cassie’s measurements:
Height: 6 foot 11
Weight: 413 pounds
Chest: 80 inches
Waist: 34 inches
Arms: 40 inches
Thighs: 51 inches
Calves: 39 inches
Penis/clit length: 13 inches
Kayla, Gabrielle and Sakura’s measurements:
Height: 6 foot 8 to 6 foot 9
Weight: 400-404 pounds
Chest: 76-77 inches
Waist: 32-33 inches
Arms: 37-38 inches
Thighs: 48-49 inches
Calves: 37-38 inches
“Impressive measurements, but I’m still bigger,” Cassie teased, showing off a mountainous, well-defined right bicep, the many vessels in her forearms engorged.
“Anyways, now that we know just how RIPPED and MASSIVE were are, Uncle David, why don’t you let the bulls out so we can test our strength,” Sienna said, but it was more of a command than anything.
(Author note: animal violence along the way. Please read on your own discretion.)
“Oh sure,” Dr Steiner stuttered, and grabbing a remote on the table, he pointed it at some of the animal cages in the end of the lab and pressed a button. Emerging from the cages were 5 of the biggest, most muscular bulls that anyone had ever seen. The Sienna equivalent of the bovine species. These bulls were bred for pure, lean, massive muscle. No kidding, because they were genetically enhanced Belgian Blue bulls, and to make them better than regular Belgian Blues, Dr Steiner had dosed them with steroids, making them bigger, stronger, taller and more enraged. Standing on all fours, these monster bulls were taller than an average American man, with horns capable of piercing the doors of a car. And one field experiment saw these enhanced Belgian Blues overturn a charging, I repeat, a charging bulldozer. We shall see how these genetically enhanced girls fare against these genetically enhanced bulls.
But as these bulls emerged from their cages, comparing against the size of the girls, the cattle seemed to have lost that battle for size supremacy. While the bulls were taller than the average man, these girls were at least 3 times more massive and at least a foot taller than the average man, given them a unique advantage. While the bulls looked as if they could trample and crush the average man, standing next to these huge girls, the bulls were made to look like mere sheep. As the bulls, with their pent up rage, charged towards them, the girls widened their stance and showing absolutely no signs of fear, smirked sinisterly at their coming prey. The first bull went up against Kayla but anticipating this, she grabbed the bull by its killer horns and twisted her body into a 360 degree spin. This move dragged the bull almost a foot off the ground and using the momentum of the spin, she released the bull and sent its massive 3000 pound body hurtling towards the wall. This same amount of force generated by Kayla could destroy an entire car. Surely enough, everyone heard the sound of shattered bones, and the splatter of bovine blood against the wall. An examination of the cow’s body later found that every single bone in its body was fractured and all its internal organs were crushed into a giant ball of pulp. And Kayla did that in less than 2 seconds, and made it look as easy as it was.
Next, the second bull headed straight for Gabrielle, and waiting for the right moment, she sidestepped, making the bull miss her. But just as the bull’s head went past her, she wrapped her strong, gigantic arms around its neck and wrestled the 3000 pound animal to the ground, strangling it until its entire body went limp. Then, if that wasn’t enough, she squeezed even harder until she felt the neck snap. With the bull dead, she lifted the massive creature over her head, and tossed it where Kayla left the first bull, forming a pile of bovine carcass at one corner of the compound.
The third bull charged at Sakura. Just like Gabrielle, she sidestepped it and wrestled it to the ground, but instead of mangling its neck, she decided to give it a giant, deadly, bearhug right at its midsection. This bull could easily have a circumference wider than two oak trees, but one must never underestimate the dooming crushing prowess of Sakura’s bearhug. Ribs and bones were crushed, giving way to the inescapable strangle of her arms, the sound of breaking bones like music to her ears, then the thick muscle began to give way, and pretty soon, that giant midsection of the bull was crushed to a diameter no larger than the waist of a swimsuit model. No amount of power flailing from the bull could free it from her Anaconda grasp. Eventually, the bull went limp and was no different than stewed beef.
The last two bulls had the biggest girl in their sights: Cassie. The All-Muscle. But two bulls didn’t make them any safer than their ruminant friends. The first bull approached Cassie to her left, but she jumped on top of it, her massive 400-pound weight too much for the bull to support, and she wrestled it to the ground, with one arm locked around its neck. Standing up, with the bull still trapped between her unstoppable left bicep, she awaited the second bull and then just as it was about to attack, she ducked under the bull’s head and clutched underneath its neck with her free right hand. And then, just with that one arm, she lifted the bull off its feet, and slammed it straight into the ground, belly-up, clamping its neck between her powerful grip and the concrete floor. The bull’s neck provided no resistance at all, and its entire trachea, larynx and esophagus compressed underneath her fingers, splattering like a tomato pressed against the kitchen table.
And she did all this with the first bull at the mercy of her arm lock. She then enforced her grip with her other arm, and with one simple twist, snapped the bull’s neck in half. Just like Gabrielle, she lifted the 3000 pound animal, did some shoulder presses with it, before tossing it towards the four cryochambers in the centre of the lab. The entire machine exploded in a ball of flames, and Cassie smirked, placing her hands on her hips with a job well done.
Well of course, this outraged Dr Steiner, who was not pleased to see his life’s work go down in flames…literally.
“What?! Cassie! Why did you do that?!”
Cassie put one foot forward and stepped in front of her uncle. That, with her MASSIVE size, and pumped up muscles, plus the cold, heartless eyes, was enough to whip Dr Steiner back into submission.
“What did you say to me, dear Uncle?” Sienna said.
“N-n-nothing, my niece.”
Sienna placed a strong hand under his jaw, and lifted him off the ground, her powerful but still feminine hands covering almost his entire face.
“Ha! You’re even lighter than a pillow! You know, I could crush your skull in my hands, right here, right now. It will be easy, like crushing a bowling ball. Now tell me, dear Uncle, why shouldn’t I do that? With you out of the way, Dominus research will stop dead in its tracks. And all I have to do then, is to eliminate the remaining Dominus already in this world. Me and my girls will be all the Dominus there is, and the power of the world, will be in our hands…”
“P-p-please…” Dr Steiner struggled.
Cassie laughed and released him, tossing him onto the ground. “Well, I guess it will be nice to have a slave around here. Uncle, I feel SUPER horny right now. Get me a couple of male bodybuilders in here for me and my girls. We will fuck them DEAD! And then, clean up all these cows and cook them. I am so FUCKING HUNGRY! I haven’t eaten in 11 months! And I can LITERALLY eat an entire cow! And while you’re at it, pull a few strings and get us a place in that upcoming Olympia. I wanna show this Cox posse what REAL muscle looks like…” and with that, Cassie took a deep breath and struck a terrifying most muscular pose that made her uncle shit his pants.
“HURRRRR! OH YEAH! ALL MUSCLE!”
That night, the girls were treated to the cows they killed. All roasted, medium rare. And it was no doubt they each, I repeat, EACH, finished an entire bull respectively, all on their own. Big muscle requires big meat, and they were ALL MUSCLE.
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Wow, I'm really loving this. Keep it up!
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:cool2: Enjoying the way the story is progressing especially with the new dimension of Cassie into the play ..
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Things got even bigger, nice one.
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“HURRRRR! OH YEAH! ALL MUSCLE!”
+k. Thanks
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the story has a surprising end
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Hope the genes are still working and we get a new chapter