Genetic Giants

[Apley44]

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.

[UnholyDk1103]

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+!

[jhunter]

Nice to see another story based on muscle inter sex competition. Hope there will be an actual challenge in future ones.

[Apley44]

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.

[UnholyDk1103]

CST (chrisshapes)

[Apley44]

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?

[jhunter]

Great to see more, as always good writing. Good flow and pacing, with nice descriptions. Can't wait for more soon.

[phil123]

Hope she will outmuscle him. Great story

[MuscleAppreciator]

Good story. I like that fact that the male protaganist is a buff bodybuilder and not some skinny dude.

[Apley44]

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.

[UnholyDk1103]

Amazing story so far. You're one of the best writers ever!

[Nick563]

Great stuff!! Really looking forward to more

[semibull]

Oh this is great! Can't wait for the girls to dwarf John and for Sienna to surpass her master~

[Apley44]

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.

[Elmanouche]

My my what a hunk.

Can't wait to see how Sienna turns into.