Secrets with FlexAnn

[sentinel23]

I love stories of slow muscle growth, but show women who are dedicated to building the biggest bodies possible!

[musclelvr56]

Chapter 5: The Awakening
Ann’s Perspective:
Well I got last….dead last. I wasn’t sure how I’d fair but I was hoping for better than that. I talked with Britt for awhile after the show about my placing and she told me she had been worried this would happen. “I kind of had a feeling the last few weeks when you really got shredded. You were just too big for figure. I thought about bumping you up to fitness or physique, but we hadn’t practiced any of those poses, so I thought maybe this was still the right move. I’m sorry, I’m a terrible coach.” “Not at all, look how far we’ve come! I’ve had a great time learning from you, and it’s honestly been amazing seeing the results I have!” I did mean it, I really did appreciate everything she had done for me. I loved the training, and the dieting, and hell I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love the drugs. But I was still somewhat unsure about the whole competition thing. It had taking a lot of my time, time I had lost with my kids. Lauren had at least come today, I had barely even seen Dan since that weird night a few weeks ago. “If you’d like we can start getting you ready to move up in class.” I thought about it for awhile. “Honestly Britt, this has been great, but I think I will take a break for a bit. Dan will be moving out this year, and I need to spend some time at home. I’ll still be working out regularly, but I think I need to take a break from the stage. Maybe in a year or two ill take another shot at it.” Britt said she completely understood and said she would coach me anytime.
When we got home, Lauren hugged me as we got out of the car. “Great job mom, wow you really do look like wonder woman! I love how hard you have worked, and it was really cool to see all those buff women!” I smiled and thanked her, and hugged her back. As soon as we broke she was gone again, off to meet some friends before we had even reached the door. I walked in the house quietly. I saw light coming from Dan’s room so I thought I would go and share with him how I’d done before I passed out for the night. Dan had his door slightly cracked open and I could hear music coming from inside. I knocked, but he must have not heard. I pushed the door open slightly and froze in my tracks. Dan was sitting at his computer, pants down. He was stroking himself violently. I started to immediately backtrack, but froze again when I saw what was on his computer. Expecting porn of some kind, I was flabbergasted to see a woman, actually somewhat clothed in the center of his screen. But this wasn’t just any woman. She was huge, and she was flexing hard for the camera. She wore a blue bikini and was hitting a double bicep pose. The camera zoomed in on her arm. A softball sized bicep erupted from beneath her skin with a single large vein running across it. As the camera panned back out the woman changed to a tricep flex, Dan erupted into his other hand. Fearing he would catch me I backed out of his room and went back downstairs. I pretended to come in the door again, making extra noise, announcing my presence this time. I said hi to Dan like I hadn’t seen anything. “Hey mom? How’d it go?” I told him about the competition, and how I had done so poorly. “Too big? Wow mom, in a weird way, that’s kind of a complement”. Dan seemed truly interested, and from what I had just seen, I had a feeling I knew why. “Are you going to try again soon?” I explained to him how I was going to take a break, but that I would keep working out. He told me he understood, but he seemed almost disappointed. I tried not to think too much about it. I was exhausted from the day, and I needed to go to sleep, although after what I had just seen, I had a lot of questions. I would have to think about how I would address it with Dan, or if I even should. Thoughts for tomorrow maybe.
When I awoke the next day, the kids were already gone. It was the first morning in a long time when I could eat what I wanted, and I took advantage of it. As I sat gorging myself, I couldn’t help but think back to the video I had seen Dan watching last night. Something stirred in me. I wanted, no I needed to see more. Dan would be gone all day at work, so despite my better judgement, I decided to snoop around his room. I checked his computer. Locked, I tried a few passwords, but to no avail. I knew I should cut my losses and leave him to his privacy, hell I could always google a few things. But something in me wanted to know exactly what Dan had been watching. I opened a drawer to his desk and spotted an external hard drive. Maybe this was it. I brought it back to my room, and plugged it into my laptop. I opened up the drive. There were a few folders labeled “English”, “Bio”, and “Math”. If it were me I would hide my secret stuff in the math folder, but there was nothing in there besides some random documents. There was a last folder labeled “troubleshooting”. I opened it up, and inside were hundreds of subfolders. All with women’s names on them. What the hell I thought, this was kind of some psycho stuff. I scrolled down, and finally clicked on a folder labeled “Heather Armbrust”. Inside there were probably 20-30 videos, and more folders with random titles. I clicked on one of the videos. The video opened with a woman standing in what looked like a parking lot. She was wearing red lingerie, and she was simply jacked. I thought I had gotten big in the last year or so, but this was amazing. As she flexed, her muscles jumped off of her body. Veins exploded everywhere. As the camera zoomed to her legs, I couldn’t help but touch myself. Deep chords of muscle ran down her legs. She would shake them, and then flex, making them stand at attention. Fuck this was hot. As she turned around and hit a lat spread, I felt the familiar shutter of a deep orgasm. This woman was incredible. I spent what was the next three hours exploring the files on Dan’s hardrive. I opened video after video, picture after picture. I loved every single of these hulking women. As I went back to Heather’s file and watched several more videos of her, it clicked. I wanted this. I wanted to look like this. I wanted to get big. Really big. The strength that these women had, the muscles, the power. I wanted it all, and more. And thanks to this little experiment competing with Britt, I knew how to start getting there. I copied a few folders over to my desktop and placed the hardrive back in Dan’s room. Oh Dan, your mom is going to get huge, I hope you can handle it, I thought to myself as I left to go see Britt’s “special supplier”.

[FemaleMusclesFan]

I'm glad to see a new chapter for this incredible story!
Once again, this is incredibly hot.
Very well done, Sir!

[QBikk]

This story looks good.
Are you the same author as this one: Msclvr-Strong Wife?

[mussgal]

one of my favs so far.

[FemaleMuscleStories]

wow, great story, love the build up between the two carachters. I can't wait to see where this goes and how the story twists and turns.

[musclelvr56]

I apologize for the delay I had two chapters ready to publish and it looks like I accidentally deleted them, I will work on rewriting

[musclelvr56]

Chapter 6: Home Gains
Ann’s Perspective
It had been about a month since I had made my commitment to growing. I loved focusing on mass, lifting heavy and hard with little cardio. I was eating more than I could have ever imagined years ago, and the cycle I had put myself on was certainly showing results. The only downside had been my interactions at the gym. It wasn’t the other patrons there, the gym I went to was more on the hardcore side, but I had run into Britt multiple times (kind of hard not to when she worked there). The last we had spoke I had told her I was taking a break from competing, but she obviously knew something was up. After all, I had added almost 20 pounds of mass in the last month. She rarely talked to me, and when she did, it was all negative. Our interactions had gotten so uncomfortable, I knew I needed to leave. The only problem was that there was only one other gym in town, and it was one of those curves gyms. I popped in one day, but it was apparent they didn’t have nearly close to the amount of weight or equipment I needed. As I was researching what options I had, I came across a gym equipment website. The idea dawned on me to just make my own gym. I had an empty basement downstairs that I could convert. Yes, it would cost me a lot up front, but in the end I would probably end up saving money. The next day I got an estimate to install rubber matting and mirrors on the walls. Not soon the first pieces of equipment started to show up. This would be perfect. I could workout whenever I wanted, hell maybe I could start doing two a days.
My new gym was perfect! After I got the kids off to school in the morning I would get a workout in before I headed to work. After my day was over and I got the kids fed, I would get a second session in. Sometimes I would practice a few bodybuilding poses that I had seen in those videos. I had no intentions of competing anytime soon, but it was still fun to see my muscles grow, and how much different they looked depending on how I flexed and angled them. I would be lying if it didn’t turn me on too. Sometimes when I knew the kids were upstairs or out I would workout with nothing more than a sports bra and shorts on. I wasn’t exactly nude but it would feel weird if the kids saw me like this. I made a point of covering up around them. When Dan was around especially I made sure to only wear baggy clothes. He would be graduating and off to college soon, and I figured in the time being it wasn’t worth making him feel uncomfortable.
One particular evening I was working one of my favorite body parts: chest. It was a Friday night, and the kids had just left to meet up with their friends. I knew they wouldn’t be back for awhile. I couldn’t resist the opportunity and decided to work out in one of my favorite outfits; black tight booty shorts and a sports bra that seemed to show off my cleavage more than most others. I was about two weeks into my second massing cycle, and the results had been incredible. I felt more energized than I ever had, and my evening training sessions would last two to three hours. While I was bulking, I never liked the “fat” look a lot of competitors I had seen carry while in their offseason. I had been tweaking my food and cycle to make sure I was putting on the most amount of muscle I could while still staying lean. As long as I still had abs, I knew I was on the right track. I had been at it for about an hour. I had finished all of my pressing exercises and had started on one of my favorite isolation movements: cable cross over. I had started to make sure to flex between sets to make sure I got maximum blood flow, and tonight my pecs were incredibly pumped. I finished my last set on the cross overs and walked to the mirror. I felt like my pecs would burst from my bra. I put my hands together in front of me and pressed them together hard. The split that separated the muscles cut deep, and I could start to notice striations creep across each side. Wow I muttered to myself as I forced more and more blood into them. A small vein started to creep across my right chest, pumping steroid infused blood into the growing muscle. Sweat beads glistened in the harsh light, flowing towards the center ridge and down into the waiting fabric. I started to become aroused. I moved my left hand up towards my right pec, and flexed again, feeling the warm muscle contract under my ever thinning skin. The hard dense muscle under the soft skin was intoxicating. I flexed and flexed again, feeling my groin start to grow moist. With that I back up a bit and hit what I had read to be called a crab pose. I started to laugh a little, I knew I hadn’t done that pose right, but my pecs continued to swell. The deep ridge in the middle split deeper and deeper, and I began to sweat more, the glistening moisture shining against my skin. I couldn’t take it anymore, I needed release. As much as I wanted to get off then and there, I didn’t know when the kids would be home, so I elected to go upstairs to finish myself off. Just then I heard the door slam upstairs. Wise decision Ann. I quickly put my sweats back on and headed to my bedroom. The light in Dan’s room was home. The door I had heard slam was the one to the basement. Had he been watching me again? I was tempted to confront him, even show him what his dear mother had transformed into. I paused for a moment at his door. I just wanted to see his reaction. I knew he loved muscle, and part of me thought that seeing his excitement would give me some satisfaction. Noting much, maybe just a quick flex under my sweats. In the end I decided against it. I was horny and not thinking right. I headed into my room and jumped into the shower, hoping the cold water would calm me down.

[musclelvr56]

Chapter 7: Conundrum
Dan’s Perspective:
My interaction with my mother after her contest had sent weird thoughts through my head. I have had a fetish for female muscle as long as I can remember. Not just fit girls, but big, hulking female bodybuilders. When mom started working out, and then said she was going to compete in figure I honestly thought nothing of it. As time went on, however, I couldn’t help but notice her growing figure. I had seen her in her room that one night, and I had to admit I had unclean thoughts. Since then, though, she had tended to wear mostly baggy clothes, and I had separated myself from her. The night of the contest, I had stayed home, making up some excuse or another. As much as I wanted to go and see all of those tanned buff women strut around in skimpy suits, I didn’t want to think of my own mother (although not blood related) doing the same. I did feel bad, I wanted to support her, but I just couldn’t risk it. When she came home, she was wearing a track suit and covered up. Her face had the fake tan I had seen time and time again, and I knew what possibly was under that suit. Weird feelings started to come up again. And then she told me she was taking a break from competing. Part of me felt relieved, but the perv in me felt somewhat disappointed. What I didn’t know that night, was that while she wasn’t going to compete anytime soon, she had plans to become my ultimate fantasy, or my ultimate nightmare.
A few months had passed since that night, and it was clear mom was still working out…a lot. She had installed a near state of the art gym in our basement, which I had even used on and off. I could hear music at night coming from down there, along with the clanging of weights for hours at a time. She would only wear baggy clothes around the house, but it was clear she was getting bigger. I did my best to keep my curiosity at bay, at least for awhile.
It had been around two months since the home gym went in. I had met some friends out on a Friday night, but decided to call it an early night. We had been at a party and had some drinks, but it had gotten lame so I headed home. When I opened the door I heard the familiar music blasting from downstairs. It might have been the booze but I couldn’t help myself, I had to see what was going on down there. I figured she was probably wearing the usual baggy clothes, but if anything I was curious just to see how much she was lifting. I opened the door quietly and crept down the stairs slowly, making sure not to be seen. What I saw next almost made me lose my balance and fall down the rest of the stairs. Not only was mom not wearing baggy clothes, but she had on only a sports bra and short shorts. And she certainly had grown, gone was the overweight depressed woman I had known for years, and in her place stood a glistening muscle beast. She wasn’t as big as the women I constantly looked at online, but she was getting there. If I had to place her in a category for a competition, I would say she was already on the bigger end of physique. When I crept down, she was on the cable machine, repping out cable crossovers. She had her back to me, but I could see her front side reflecting in the mirror. Her bra was a red spaghetti string sports bra that was cut lower than most, with laces between the two pads. As she finished her reps she walked up to the mirror and began to flex. As she clasped her hands together, her pecs exploded in the mirror. A deep canyon cut between them, and even from my vantage point on the stairs I could start to make out striations. My member was immediately at attention. As she continued to flex, I could see the sweat trickle down the center of her cleavage, which at this point barely had any breast tissue remaining. Even as she flexed her pecs, I could see the bumps and cuts of her back. Her v-shaped torso descended into her glutes, which seemed to stand up at attention. There was no denying that she was far from the typical mom bod. Mom began to feel her pec, flexing harder and harder. I shuttered in ecstasy. While shameful that I was so turned on by my own mother, I couldn’t help but start to stroke myself. With that she stood back, and strained into a crap pose. Her pecs and traps erupted, even her back seemed to expand more with the effort. Veins started to appear in her chest, and her muscles glistened with the ever growing sweat. I stroked harder. As she let up on the pose, she began to turn in my direction. I knew I needed to make my escape. I quickly scampered upstairs to my room. I don’t think she saw me. As the basement door slammed behind me, I quickened my pace. Shit, she probably knew now that someone was home. When I got to my room, I laid on my bed, pretending to sleep. I heard mom come upstairs, my heart pounding. I heard her footsteps turn the left towards my room. I saw the shadow through the crack in my door, and knew she was right outside. Crap, what could I possibly say. Sorry for spying on you mom. I was petrified. Thankfully, after what seem like an eternity, I heard her go into her room and then the shower turn on. My head was spinning. I lived with a muscle goddess, it should be my ultimate fantasy. There was just that one thing about that goddess being the woman who had raised me, and for all intensive purposes was my mom.
When I awoke the next morning, I knew I had to leave. I couldn’t torture myself like this. I had already gotten into college, and I only had a few weeks of high school left. Once my head was clear, I decided I would move out as soon as I graduated. Until then I would just have to avoid mom and her muscles.

[musclelvr56]

Chapter 8: Camming
Ann’s Perspective:
Dan had moved out several months ago. Basically as soon as he graduated high school he announced that he wanted to move out to school and get a job there so that he was ready for when academics started and he wouldn’t have to worry about moving. His plan made sense, but part of me couldn’t help that my new found hobby had something to do with it. The school he had chosen was on the other side of the country, so I knew visits would be far and few between. I missed him like crazy but was proud of everything he had accomplished. Since he had left I had thrown myself further into my training. I had recently learned that female bodybuilding was making a comeback to the Olympia, and thoughts about perhaps competing again crossed my mind. I wanted to do it right this time, and I wanted to go all the way. Figure and even physique still didn’t appeal to me, but I could see myself trying the bodybuilding division. I knew I still had a ways to go in order to be competitive. I had began obsessing over the look, which obviously brought about research into the top current competitors and I knew Helle Trevino had won the last few major contests. I admired her look, in fact I was in awe of it. I wanted that look, and if I were to compete again, I wanted to be able to go up against girls like Helle right away. That meant I had a lot of work ahead of me. I was in no rush and I wanted to be able to enjoy the process. I had been working out twice a day all summer, and I had made significant gains. I always thought I looked small, but my best guess at this point if I were to diet down and compete I would currently be in the physique category. I really enjoyed working out, and I had no problem with the time it took out of each day. The problem, though, was that the money required to bulk like I was was getting higher and higher. All the food and steroids I was consuming quickly was adding up, and soon I knew my day job and savings would not be enough to cover it. I also knew that if I were to really commit to this, bodybuilding needed to become my full time occupation. Wasting 8 hours a day at the bank would only cut into it. I needed an alternate source of cash.
As per usual, when I needed to do research, I fired up the good old google machine. Not really sure what exactly to type I simply started researching ways female bodybuilders made money. As I dove into the forums I can across a few main options. The first was modeling. There was a decent market out there, ranging from fitness shoots all the way to full on pornographic videos. I could see myself doing some shoots, but I really couldn’t imagine going into the adult category as much. That of course meant trying to get linked up with a photographer and publisher, not out of the question, but not an immediate answer. The second was what the forums called “sessions”. Men would pay muscular women to meet up and display their muscle. It ranged from wrestling and feats of strength, muscle worship, all the way to again, full on sex. I wasn’t exactly jumping at the prospect of meeting up with strangers in hotel rooms right now. The third thing I came across sparked my attention. Webcams. There were a few website out there that promoted muscular women as webcam performers. I researched more and stumbled upon herbicepscam.com. The concept intrigued me. Men (and women) would pay to watch muscular women like myself flex and pose on webcam (and sometimes more). But I would be in total control of how much I showed, and the best part is, I could do it from the convenience of my own house. As I went to bed that night, I mulled over my options in my head. Why not give the webcam thing a try? After all, if it got weird I just needed to log off.
The next day, after my first training session I decided to sign up on herbicepscam. The process was pretty simple, put down some basic information, set up a paypal, and make a screen name. Why was that last part so hard. Man I was uncreative. After about 30 minutes I finally decided on “FlexAnn”. Not the most creative, but who really cares. I uploaded a selfie of me flexing my right bicep, and logged on. Well, here goes nothing I murmured to myself. I opened up my room to free chat, more curious about what would happen than anything. I was a bit nervous so I dressed somewhat conservative, while still showing my muscles. I wore a blue tight tank top that covered my midsection, but still showed off my arms, and you could see a bit of my pec cleavage on top. On bottom I simply had some black workout shorts on. They were tight, but not quite booty shorts. I kept the camera pointing from the neck down. You could see my arms basically down to my waist, I wasn’t quite ready to show my face yet. It was towards the end of the summer at this point, and I had been training seriously for awhile. I was nearing the end of my third bulking cycle in the last year. I had done well with staying fairly lean. My arms were somewhere around 14.5 inches when not pumped. My breasts were all but gone, but I had a solid set of pecs that had taken their place. Even in my bulk, if I flexed, you could still see veins criss crossing across my pec muscles. And despite the massive intake of calories I had been eating, I still had a solid six pack that poked through, in fact as I looked down I could see some ripples showing through my top.
I opened up my chat. After a few minutes, names started to appear in the window. And then it began. The comments started to flow like a waterfall. Some where questions, the typical how much do you bench, how big are your biceps, etc. Others were just comments, “wow you look amazing”, “incredible arms, etc.”. I did my best to answer the questions, but it was hard to keep up. My room was filling up fast, after awhile there must have been 20+ people in it. Finally I got a request for premium. I knew this where was the money was made, but I was still nervous. You never really know who is on the other end of the computer. I accepted the request, and slowly saw my money increase. BicepsMan45 was on the other end. “Hi”. I waved to him, was that dumb? “You look incredible”. “Thank you I typed back, I have been working hard.” “I can tell... can you flex for me?” Somehow this still surprised me. I’m not sure why. I was still nervous. Ok, just like in the gym I thought to myself. I flexed my arms. The baseball sized bicep swelled with the motion, the familiar vein straining to the surface on top. “Wow...” was all that appeared on the screen. I backed up from the computer and flexed both arms, straining to make the muscles come alive. I could see my image in the camera, wow indeed I thought to myself. “Could you take your shirt off?” Again the nervousness set in. “Um...I don’t do nude” “I know...do you have a bra underneath? I’d love to see your pecs and abs”. Oh right, I had to remind myself these guys actually wanted to see the muscle. I had a generic black sports bra under my shirt. I still covered most of cleavage, but you could see the top of my pecs pretty well, and of course my stomach and back were now exposed. I peeled off the shirt, this was kind of fun I thought. I flexed my arms again, feeling the blood swell in them. “Can I see your pecs please”. Sure I thought, I did like my pecs, and it was fun knowing someone else enjoyed them as much as me. I struck a side chest pose hard. My pecs sprang to attention. The crevice between them grew deeper as small veins started to crisscross within the muscle. “Oh my....” I couldn’t help but run my finger down the middle. I loved feeling the hard muscle tits I had grown. God...I can’t wait to get these even bigger I thought. “Most muscular please”. “As you wish...” I typed. I think I can really get into this. I was starting to get horny. I stepped back again, not caring if he/she could see my face anymore. I gritted as I bore down into the pose. My traps leaped from my neck and my pecs strained against the fabric containing them. Veins streaked through my pecs and the veins in my arms bulged as I flexed with all my might. “Holy shit......” I flexed hard again, the square muscle that now made up tits bulged through the skin. “You like that huh?” I wrote, growing more and more confident. “You have no idea” BicepsMan45 wrote. “I would give anything to see you topless”. I blushed, I knew it was a complement, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it just yet. I did notice a few “voyeurs” had entered the room as well. The money was flowing in steadily. I continued to flex and pose for BicepsMan45 for another 5 minutes. “Thank you” was all he wrote before he exited the room. The “voyeurs” followed suite soon after. I myself logged off. Wow I thought. That was kind of fun. Then I looked at my account. $350 stared back at me. I had only been on my computer for 30 minutes. I could get used to this. Hell I can make some pretty good money if I commit to this for a few hours a day. I went to bed that night excited. As weird as it sounds, this might be my answer. I would continue to cam, that money should be enough to at least pay for the food and “supplements”. Hell maybe I can even get sponsored. The thoughts were swirling in my head. “FlexAnn”, the next big star.

[wanat]

Awesome!

[phil123]

Now she knows how to earning money to grow.

Can't wait for the next chapter and how she will spend the money in much better roids.

[t651]

Keen for any updates!

[FemaleMusclesFan]

Any chance we can get an update on this fantastic story?

[musclelvr56]

I know I’m way overdue on an update for this story, having a hard time figuring out where I’m going to take it. Hopefully I’ll get something out in the near future