Genetic Giants

[Hello345]

I hope he manages to get back into a good relationship with Sienna and Dana. This is an amazing beginning and I'm looking forward to where you take it!

[Apley44]

Chapter 5

It was a month since Sienna started working out. Entering the halls of Dana’s women-only gym, Goddess Generation, she was psyched. It was a cube-shaped warehouse by the beach, but state of the art, with dozens of treadmills and even more sophisticated weight machines. Giant pictures of Dana Olsen hung from the ceilings, all in her compulsory poses when she won her first Olympia. Back when Sienna stepped inside the gym for the first time, her eyes immediately went to those gorgeously ripped muscles on the gorgeously attached face of the youngest Miss Olympia in history. What better way to inspire your patrons than to put up pictures of yourself, a champion bodybuilder, flexing your massive, hard, jacked physique for all to see. And it was effective. Seeing that, Sienna never felt so pumped for a workout in her entire life. Whenever she felt exhausted, all she had to do was look up at those posters and she would be on the edge of creaming herself, spurring her on to build a body like that as well, so that she could flex and admire her muscles every single day. Dana’s man-shaming biceps, those gigantic quads, that shredded eight pack, that mountainous rocky back…Sienna wanted them so badly. And she wanted Jonathan to worship her badly as well, that hard-earned body of hers. He always loved it when she worshipped his body, now she wanted to feel that euphoria for herself too.

Besides Sienna, Dana’s gym had its own effect on the population of LA women. Goddess Generation seemed to attract the fittest and most passionate women bodybuilders in the city too. IFBB pros visited frequently, and even amateur bodybuilders. Because it was an all ladies’ gym, nudity was allowed, but not mandatory. Dana loved working out nude, and she encouraged all women to bare it all as well. Her philosophy was, “You are an artist, a sculptor of a masterpiece. To achieve your masterpiece, you need to see what you have made. Show it off, you deserved it.” And this was well-received by the ladies. Not only do the posters attract Sienna, she had the opportunity to be inspired by the fellow gym goers as well, all showing off their raw muscular power and ripped marble sculptures in all their nudity. And there weren’t many beginners or half-hearted patrons around. In fact, it seemed that Sienna was the least experienced when it came to weight training. But most of the bigger girls, and Dana herself, had been very welcoming and encouraging. That, and for the fact that Sienna was earning an unprecedented amount of respect for her beast-like mentality when lifting and her perfect genetics, which allowed her to make exceptional gains for the past month. There was a mural painted in bright colourful letters on one of the walls, “Lift like a beast, flex like a queen, live like a beauty.” She was clearly abiding by it to the core.

When Sienna first arrived, she had a brief measurement of her muscle size. She was 136 pounds, 5 foot 10, with 11 inch arms, 36 inch chest and 20 inch thighs. But don’t let her size fool you. By the end of the first week, she was already lifting 25 pound dumbbells on the concentration curls and doing 150 pound squats, already surpassing her own body weight. And she was progressing at a rapid rate that impressed even Dana, possibly the greatest female bodybuilder of all time. She was now as big as an off-season women’s physique competitor, like Shannon Courtney (the FBB, not the boxer), Brooke Walker or Katie Lee. She weighed like 175 pounds, her arms were now 16 inches thick, with 27 inch calves. Definition needed work, but for now, she just wanted to get huge, putting on pound after pound after pound of muscle. Get as big as possible, then by the final month of the six she promised Jon, she would cut until she was shredded like a Mr Olympia winner. Still, she had some definition. Her six-pack was forming nicely, tapering beautifully into an Adonis belt. Her shoulders were capped, arm vascularity was prominent and there was just a smudge of the lobster-claw triceps that was a testament of her hours on the French curls. The best part was, her boobs were still intact, they were still those full, perky, firm C-cups, with their tiny pink areolas, but with more cleavage from the cinderblock-like pectoralis muscles she was developing. And the most surprising of all, she was getting taller too. She was now approaching 5 foot 11. Anyways, she would be doubling her efforts from now on. In another two months, Sienna would reach 250 pounds, sport 20 inch biceps and would be bigger than most NFL players in the country. By the fourth month, she would be as big as Dana. Just the thought of that made her cum.

Sienna would work out 6 days a week, 2 sessions per day. In the morning, it would be 3 hours of high intensity, light weight workouts with some kickboxing or wrestling. Dana was certified in almost everything. In the afternoon another 2 hours of heavy weight workouts. On the 7th day, which was her rest day, she would just do some light massages and swimming. Meals were an important part of her regime. She would eat 5 meals a day. Usually, they would be huge. She was eating as much as Jon. She would be going to the supermarket every 3 days, to buy a full shopping cart (and I mean overflowing) worth of food. All just for her. To be consumed in 3 days. Her meals were as such.

Sienna’s meals:
Meal 1 7am: 1 large oatmeal, ½ cup of almonds, 1 avocado, fruit salad, 200g lean bacon, 1 scoop of protein
Meal 2 post workout, 11am: 1 large bowl of brown rice, garden salad, 300g chicken breast, 8 egg whites, 2 scoop of protein
Meal 3, 2pm: 4 bananas, 4 tuna sandwiches, 3 mashed potatoes
Meal 4, post workout, 6pm: 1 large bowl of brown rice, fruit salad, 300g of turkey breast, 6 tofu, 2 scoops of protein
Meal 5, 9pm: 1 large bowl of oatmeal, 300g of salmon or steak, a glass of soy milk, boiled vegetables
Before bed: 1 scoop of protein

It was an insane amount of carbs and protein. Inhuman. But she ate and ate and she just grew and grew. And the best part was, all of it was going into pure muscle building. Her fat percentage had not been over 10-11% for this entire time, which she would further cut in her sixth month. Like Jon and Dana, she really was a genetic marvel.

Today was Sienna’s arm day. Dana was talking to one of her good friends, IFBB pro, Yasmin Kim. She was one of the biggest Asian women Sienna had ever seen. Yasmin was also competing in the Miss Olympia, but she came in sixth. But she was pretty impressive considering she just only turned 30. She was already dubbed the Asian Margie Martin. Already, Yasmin was nude, covered in glistening sweat, as she stood there in all her glory, sporting an 18-inch arm, with 28 inch thighs, and a particularly prominent man-like chest. She was so ripped to the core, all that was left of her womanly breasts were gone, but instead she went all out to transform her chest into two textbook-thick blocks of pure muscle, one that was indistinguishable if put side-by-side with Arnold’s or Ronnie Coleman’s. Unlike Dana or Sienna, Yasmin didn’t manage to keep her boobs, but from the way she was standing, talking to Dana, a certain confident aura in her, she was proud of what she had achieved. And it was beautiful.

Dana on the other hand, was in her usual hoodie and sweatpants, just like Sienna. That was because they were trying hard to hide their physique from the public. Inside this gym, they worked out nude. But outside, it was all long-sleeves and trousers. Sienna had grown in size, but she was not ready for the world to see her physique yet. She already quit her modelling agency. When asked what was her profession now, Sienna would reply, “I am a bodybuilder.” She liked the sound of that. It made her powerful saying that. And it was a treat switching from a size S hoodie to a size M now, and even then it was stretched almost to the max, the fabric struggling to hold every time her arm flexed. She would have to get an L soon. When this was all over, she would be borrowing Jon’s hoodies. She still went out with Jon, albeit in very modest clothing. She wasn’t giving anything away, not even allowing Jon to touch her besides kissing. Whereas Jon was saying that he gained another 5 pounds of muscle, and proudly strutting the streets of LA in a low-cut stringer vest. Oh how I miss his body, but imagine the look on his face when he sees mine in 6 months, she thought to herself.

Seeing Sienna approach, Dana immediately stripped off her cotton attire to reveal her muscularly nude body. Sienna did the same. It was liberating. Dana had gotten bigger too, gaining 8 pounds of muscle since she started training with Sienna. With Sienna lifting insane amounts of weights for her size, Dana was inspired too. And she vowed to get as big as she could. Those posters hanging from the gym’s ceiling, that was from 3 years ago. Now, she was better, stronger and more muscular. She could only get better, stronger and more muscular. Her body now could destroy her body from 3 years ago in a bodybuilding contest, despite the latter being already dubbed the best in women’s bodybuilding history. Sienna, removing her flip flops, threw her clothing towards the corner, striking a most muscular in front of the mirrors as she did so, just to pump herself up. Yasmin, seeing the muscular development in the former supermodel, whistled.

“Damn, girl, you are packing some serious mass. And you only started doing this for a month!”

“Thanks Yasmin, I have to admit, I was pretty impressed. I’m looking huge!” Sienna said, still admiring herself in the mirror, crouching into a side squat, her thighs folded into a thunderous muscular knot, the calves of the outstretched leg bursting out, as she entered a dynamic front double bicep. “But I need to get even more massive.”

“Oh, as massive as this? Oooohhh….hurrrrr,” Yasmin grunted, sporting her own most muscular pose, admiring how her pecs just explode with striations and veins. Her chest could humiliate half the Mr Olympia competitors, and she knew it. “What are you working out today, girl?”

“Arms, gotta get these babies pumped,” Sienna said, kissing her right bicep. Like Jon’s and Dana’s hers was a short bicep peak, which made it easier for the hard muscle to bulge out the size of a tennis ball. “Better watch out Yasmin, at the rate I’m growing, in a few months, I may just outmuscle you.”

“I won’t deny that,” Yasmin smiled. “You are gaining exceptionally fast. How do you do it?”

“I don’t know. I just follow the usual bodybuilding rules. I guess I’m just blessed with awesome genetics.”

“Hey Sienna, what the hell is that down there? Is that you clit?” Dana gasped.

Sienna eyed the hard, erect bulge that Dana was referring to. Yes, she noticed it herself too, during her many nude posing sessions in her own bathroom. Her clit was getting bigger. And she measured it too. It was now almost 3 inches long, and really starting to look like a cock, with glans and shaft and veins and all. And it was very sensitive too. She lost count the number of times she masturbated by rubbing that thing. Initially, she didn’t think too much about it, but now, she kinda liked having a big clit…or cock. It was exciting, she could finally feel what guys actually feel when given those blowjobs they so desperately love. And it was only growing bigger. At this rate, by the end of six months, her cock would be as big as Jon’s – almost 10 inches. And it functioned like one too. Juice was cumming out from it every time she had an orgasm. Probably there wasn’t any sperm in the juice, but it sure looked white and creamy, and adequate. She swore it could fill half a cup. But other than the growing cock, she was relieved to still possess a vagina (in fact, her vagina was getting stronger too, as she realised she could contract the vaginal muscles at will now), and there was no testicle development. Nor any other signs of virilization like a deepening voice or excessive facial/body hair. Besides the penis, she was as womanly as they come. And gorgeous too. Aphrodite would be jealous. She definitely wasn’t taking any steroids. She still had the same sultry voice that got her offers for beauty commercial voiceovers, and she still looked as gorgeous (and magazine cover worthy) as ever. Just that her clit was turning into a cock, and she was extremely excited about the prospect of not only humiliating the men in terms of her ripped muscular development, she could also destroy them in the one thing exclusive to them - cock size.

“No Dana, let’s just call it what it is. This is my cock,” Sienna said proudly, fondling over her newfound piece of wood, at the same time, scanning the gym for other girls’ naked crotches. Nope, Dana and Yasmin didn’t have one, nor did the other ladies. “Hmm…it seems like I’m the only girl here with one. I can’t wait when she grows to full size and I get to dominate guys and fuck girls with it. You wanna feel it?”

Dana and Yasmin went over to give her new penis a rub, feeling the woody girth and pulsating veins running along its shaft. Sienna moaned in pleasure. With that, Dana and Yasmin took turns giving her a blowjob. It felt so damn good. By then, a crowd of girls had gathered around them, muscular ladies forgoing their 300 pound bench presses and 500 pound squats just to witness the growing rod that would soon dominate the bodybuilding world – Sienna’s cock. Oh well, guess my workout would have to start later, she thought.

[UnholyDk1103]

Very cool story, can't wait to see how big she can really get!

[Apley44]

Chapter 6

Today was the day. Six months of a sexless relationship with my girlfriend, Sienna, was soon to be over. It was so difficult. I knew she allowed me to fuck whoever I wanted – from college girls in bikinis, to amateur bodybuilders, and fitness models – I knew Sienna’s pussy was the one I longed for. She was just too good at sex, and I really needed her. Okay, it wasn’t just about the sex. I missed her in general. I loved the way she giggled, I loved how we talked about our dreams, and I loved how we talked about our future. I loved how sex with her actually meant an expression of our love, rather than just an animalistic instinct. Okay, it’s all mushy. I don’t like talking about it, I don’t like admitting it.  I was a playboy, but I was sensitive too! Fuck you.

Anyways, the past week was difficult. I already didn’t have sex for a week, not because I couldn’t (heck, I could get any girl I wanted), but mainly, I wanted to save up my cum and libido for Sienna’s big reveal. She was gonna show me her “surprise” today. An exhibition of her hard-work for an entirety of six months. In the first few months, we still went out, albeit with her all covered up in hoodies and sweatpants, but I noticed that she grew. By the third month, she decided to stop seeing me altogether. It was obvious she was getting bigger, not even an XL sized hoodie could hide that fact, and she didn’t want to spoil anything before the big reveal. Not even a hint. So we ended up just video calling each other every day until today. I missed her so so so so much. Fuck, I sound pathetic, but well, that was what love does to you.

So I just jerked off by myself at home, rubbing my cock in one arm while admiring my muscles with the other. I looked so sexy, I could jerk off to myself. I had put on quite a bit more muscle in the past six months, and I had to say, I look better than ever. So big. Even my cock grew in size. It was now 11-inches. Full on porn star level. And I had decided to name him, Titus.

Anyways, I took my usual big breakfast and did a session of high intense workouts, just to keep my muscles pumped. If Sienna wanted to show her body, I had to show mine too. With all that sweat glistening over my skin, my physique looked even sexier. I decided to just skip the showers, because I knew for a fact that my sweaty body turned Sienna on. So after my workout, I just waited for her on my couch, doing a few sets of pushups now and then, just to keep the sweat flowing while I awaited her arrival. I even bought flowers – lilies – her favourite, from the day before. See, I wasn’t a total jackass. I did care for people’s feelings.

My heart skipped a beat as a jeep pulled up right in front of my lawn. It was her! I didn’t have to wait for her to ring the doorbell, I just darted for the door and welcomed her.

“Sienna! Babe! I missed you! You look gorgeous!” I said, giving her a peck on the cheek, before handing her the lilies. I was disappointed. She was wearing her regular hoodie and sweatpants again! Man, what a tease! I was half-expecting her to show up in a sports bra at least. But she wasn’t giving anything away. But some features couldn’t be hidden. She was indeed taller, around my height now, and she was thick. People who didn’t know better would think she was fat, but I knew she trained hard, and she had that pride in her face to show that she was satisfied with her work.

“Babe, wow, lilies, my favourite! I love them! I love you too!” she said as she further smothered me on my lips. “Full on naked huh? I love your enthusiasm. And you’ve gotten bigger!”

“Oh yeah,” I said, as I did a front lat spread, expanding to maximum width.

“Impressive,” Sienna complimented, “but I think you’re leaning back a bit too much, don’t wanna hide your chest. Just keep your back straight, nice and wide, and puff up those pecs. You have a huge chest, don’t hide it.” She winked, patting my shoulder.

“Whoa babe…you giving me posing tips? Since when did you become a posing expert?”

“Since Dana started drilling me on the compulsory poses. I was practising with her almost every day! It’s second nature to me now!” 

“Wow, awesome!”

“Babe, can you help me with my luggage? It’s time for my meal and I’m feeling a bit hungry.”

“Sure, babe,” I said. “But I was thinking if we could do some cuddling first?”

“Mmmm…maybe later, okay?” she assured, caressing my cheek. 

“Well, oh alright…”

She spent the next hour eating and watching some Youtube videos of the 2005 Miss Olympia, while I helped her unpack. And then just when she was done with her dishes, she decided to take a nap and then told me she wanted to use my gym for her afternoon workout. Of course, I whined, but it was her first day back, so I didn’t want to upset her. Before she went upstairs for her nap, she even sent me downtown to get her some groceries and bath supplies. I obeyed, but deep down I was screaming. I NEED TO SEE WHAT’S UNDERNEATH THAT HOODIE.

Two hours later, after I came home, I was still cursing my luck. I was stocking up my fridge with the new groceries when I heard Sienna calling me from upstairs.

“Babe…can you come upstairs for a moment?”

Oh what does she want now? I complained to myself. Then it hit me. Oh shit! It’s happening….

I couldn’t remember a time when I ran up the stairs faster than I did that day. I didn’t even knock, and I just barged into our bedroom as if there was an emergency in there. Well, it was kinda an emergency. A sex emergency.

Sienna was lounging on my armchair, like a queen relaxing on her throne. I mean, she literally did look like a queen. She had a tiara on her head, and her entire body was covered with a bright crimson royal cloak, with a royal sceptre in one hand. The only thing the cloak revealed were her bare feet, and even they were beautiful, her nails gorgeously painted, decorated with matching toe rings and ankle bracelets. 

“Oh my God,” I said, in awe.

“Like what you see? I just finished a super quick, but super intense workout…and I just feel soooo pumped right now. Would you like to see what’s underneath this cloak?” Sienna teased.

“Yes.”

“First, would you be a dear and strip for me?” she asked.

I never stripped faster in my entire life.

“Mmm…Very ripped. Can you flex for me babe?” Sienna asked teasingly, her voice sensual and sexy.

I obeyed, giving my best in all the compulsory poses. I couldn’t even remember if I flexed harder here or at the Olympias. But I was giving my all, like contest quality. Sienna smirked as I gave a final most muscular.

“Very impressive, so massive, but question is,” Sienna removed her tiara and rested the sceptre on the table next to her, “are you more massive than me?”

With that, she ripped off her cloak to reveal her full naked body, and as she confidently stood up from the “throne” like the queen she was, she struck a front double bicep pose, the most amazing front double bicep I had ever seen. She was MASSIVE! She was RIPPED! She was the most beautiful human specimen I had ever seen, and that was coming from me!

Her biceps were so huge and so defined, they were bigger than volleyballs. The vascularity in her arms and forearms were insane, proving that she was a beast when she lifted. When she did a side chest, her pecs, like two cinderblocks of rock-solid meat, rose almost six inches off her sternum, with sinews tearing from the edges, the pec cleavage threatening to crush any finger that dared to get in between them. Her boobs were amazing too. She told me she was down to less than 1% body fat, but that clearly excluded her boobs because they were the same, cute, perky C-cups that sprawled the covers of Playboy magazine a couple of years ago. She then slid into a ¾ back pose, accentuating the massive pumpkin-striated shoulders and Himalayan traps,  and I swear, her delts were bigger than bowling balls. Her back was so shredded, there was like a demon staring back at me, those bulges and ridges forming beautiful terrains on her tanned flesh. I could even make out the new undiscovered muscle that I pioneered, because up until this morning, I thought I was the only one who had the dedication to build those muscles, but it turned out, Sienna had managed to achieve that too. And those back veins, not many people could reach the level of definition that allow back veins to bulge out, but hers were like spider webs, as thick as pencils, pulsating with every flex she made. And when she turned to position herself for the thighs and abdominals, my jaw just dropped. Pointing out her right toes, those teardrop quads, tapering beautifully to her knees, loaded with layers after layers of cable-like striations, revealing unparalleled separation of her vastus medialis, rectus femoris, vastus lateralis, sartorius, gracilis, adductor longus and tensor fascia lata. Then her heart-shaped calves - gastrocnemius the size of two footballs, each making up a head of the muscle with perfect separation between them, hulked out from her legs, before revealing her beautiful model-like feet. She twisted her feet inwards, and her entire musculature rippled with each slight movement, each muscle hulking over each other, competing for space. Veins made her muscles into their own network of highways, and they were so thick, shadows formed from their edges.

But Sienna’s abs, to me, were her sexiest feature. Her eight pack, bulging out like eight individual set of bricks, with cuts between them running at least 3-inches deep. Unlike my own set of abs, which was mainly symmetrical, hers was a more staggered set of abs, with her right abs slightly higher than her left, like those on Lenda Murray, but of course, Sienna’s abs were much, much more bigger and shredded than Lenda’s. These solid granite chiselled eight packs were flanked by a perfect set of obliques, and a set of serratus and intercostals rippling like shark gills. I could just lick them all day. Her waist was almost 32 inches thick, not the tiniest, but compared to the rest of her width, it was tiny. Plus, those 32 inches of hers, were made from pure bulging, oversized muscles, built entirely for both strength and aesthetics. I traced Sienna’s Adonis belt with my eyes, all the way to her groin, and that was when I saw it. A phallic-shaped piece of meat, hard and wooden, protruding from her groin, decorated with a monstrous set of veins, just like mine. Hell, it was as big as mine!

“Babe, oh my God, you’re just…”

“I’m fucking RIPPED! I’m HUGE! I could step on any stage and crush every single male bodybuilder out there! Fuck, I can even crush you!” she bragged.

And it was true. Everything about her just screams gigantic. And with her perfect posing, flawless conditioning, and goddess-like beauty, she was the perfect package.

“I think you might just be right! I had never seen anyone as ripped as you. A woman, with so much muscles!”

“I know, babe. I am just pure muscle. I told you, in six months, I can be the greatest woman you have ever seen.”

“You sure are, but, what is with your clit?” I asked.

“Oh babe, this is my proudest asset. This is not my clit. This is my cock. She is big, and huge, and 11-inches thick, bigger than most cocks in this world, built for the humiliation of any man that dares to challenge me. Not only am I more ripped than any other man in this world, my cock could even destroy theirs. I call her Boudicca, after the warrior queen, because that’s what she is. She controls men, and sometimes, she controls me.” Sienna stepped forward and flicked her erect cock so that it slapped mine aside. Dissatisfied, I flicked hers away with mine. No joke, her cock really was as big as mine. Pretty soon, we were having a pretty weird cock fight. But then, we stopped, and Sienna just stood in front of me, in all her magnificence, giving me the opportunity to take her all in. I remembered a few years ago, I was reading up on muscular women, coming across some amazing comics by artists like DC Matthews with his characters like Satin Steele and Tetsuko Breckenridge, and Chris Shapes with Jennifer Hardstone and Mandi. They were all girls of my dreams. Now, I had one, standing right in front of me, in real life. Her entire musculature, like a suit of armour, harder than steel, more solid than stone.

“So what do you think, babe?” she asked.

“You look absolutely incredible,” I said. “Can I touch your muscles?”

“Babe, you can touch me whenever and wherever you please. This body, is yours.”

And with that I ran my hands over her entire body, kissing every inch of her rock hard muscles, from her shoulders, to her biceps, to her chest, to her boobs, her nipples, every single ab muscle, her thighs, before going in for a full-on blowjob. I had never given anyone a blowjob before, because I wasn’t gay, but I had received many, and if I were to keep this amazing lady before me, I had to please her the best I can. After she came in my mouth, me, taking in all the juice she could give me, I stood back up, face-to-face, taking in all that I had missed in the past six months.

She leaned in, and gave me the most passionate kiss she had ever given me. Tears started streaking down her cheeks.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Nothing, it’s just that, I did it! All those months of hard work, I did it!”

“I’m proud of you.”

“Jon, I love you so much! Thanks for being patient with me.”

“I love you too Sienna. Thank you for doing this.”

We kissed again, but as we parted lips, I couldn’t help but to ask, “but babe, what are your measurements? How big are your muscles?”

“Well, that is for you to find out, my love.”

There was a weighing scale at the corner of the room. I stepped on it first. 365 pounds. Seemed like I put on more muscle mass after my last Olympia outing. Then Sienna stepped on. 368 pounds. Wow, she was heavier than me.

“Damnnn girl, you are packing some serious weight!” I said.

“What’s so surprising about that? Muscle is heavier than fat. And I am all muscle! 368 pounds of pure muscle!” she said, as she flexed her biceps.

I quickly took the measuring tape from the drawer and wrapped it around her right bicep. She flexed and unflexed, pumping it up with blood, her veins engorging, until she was satisfied with its size. The result was a huge mountain right in front of my face. I kissed it and took the measurement.

“Fuck! 29 inches!” I exclaimed.

“Oh really?”

“Yeah.”

She smirked. Again, she took a huge deep breath, unflexed her arm, before giving out a monstrous grunt that was both scary and sexy.

“HUUUUURRRRR!!!!” 

Her entire arm just hulked out. And from there I could see the muscle expanding. 29.5 inches! 30inches! It just grew!

“31 inches! Fuck! No wait! 32 inches! No! 33 inches of pure muscle!”

“Yes, my love! My arms are bigger than my waist, and I am proud of that. Now let me measure yours.”

I gave my biggest flex, trying to give a full hulk-out myself. I flexed and flexed. Harder and harder. I had never broken past 30 inches before. But what Sienna achieved made me believed in the impossible. I gave my all, shouting and grunting and finally…

“32 inches, my love!”

I had to admit, I was a little bit embarrassed that my wife just outmuscled me. By a full inch. Plus, standing there, she was all cut and shredded, with not a single ounce of fat on her body, allowing her to accentuate every single striation in her ripped, muscular body. Me, I was pretty shredded myself, but I was at 3% body fat, which was flabby compared to hers (less than 1%).

Sienna sensed the disappointment in my face. She gave me a peck on the cheek.

“My love, you are still the most muscular man I know. All I achieved, is because you inspired me,” she kissed my bicep, my puny 32-inch bicep. “I still love you no matter what!”

Well, that made me feel a little bit better.

“Come, why don’t you measure my thighs? I’ll let you kiss my glutes too.”

Oh yeah, her glutes, they were just two basketballs, hard but smooth, with its heart-shaped lines of separation tapering into equally shredded hamstrings. I kissed each glute, then made my way to the hamstrings, before tracing each striation in her quads with my tongue, and then wrapping the tape around her thigh.

“Fuck! 40 inches! Are you flexing?” With so much hardness, it was hard to tell if she was flexing or not.

“No,” she said.

As her muscles twitched with the flex, I felt an electric sensation running down my spine. It was just too sexy. Her thighs were hard like boulders before she flexed them, now…they were like diamonds.

“43 inches!”

“Purrrrfect!”  She growled. “Now, yours.”

I tried not to be hesitant, but I was really nervous. Eventually, I couldn’t get my thighs bigger anymore.

“44 inches!” Sienna said.

“What really?”

“Yes look!”

It was true! I couldn’t help but smile. At least I got this one.

“See, you’re still my champion,” Sienna said.

“But well, I really thought yours are gonna be bigger.”

“Who knows? Maybe in a few weeks?”

Eventually we got all our essential measurements.

Jon’s measurements:
Weight: 365 pounds
Height: 6 foot 6
Chest: 70 inches
Waist: 34 inches
Arms: 32 inches
Thighs: 44 inches
Calves: 32 inches
Penis length: 11 inches

Sienna’s measurements:
Weight: 368 pounds
Height: 6 foot 6
Chest: 70 inches
Waist: 32 inches
Arms: 33 inches
Thighs: 43 inches
Calves: 33 inches
Penis/clit length: 11 inches

Seems like she was as tall as me. And there were parts where I was bigger, and some parts where she was bigger. Either way, we are just two enormously muscular human beings.

“Look at that, love! We are just HUGE!!!” She cheered, going into a most muscular. “Ooooohhh yeah! I just want to grow big with you together!”

That was when I knew.

“Wait here, Sienna.”

I went out of the room and returned with a small box in my hand. Sienna immediately knew what it was. I got down on one knee.

“Sienna, this was the ring my late father gifted my late mother, when he proposed. We have been with each other for two years. I know, I am not the perfect person. I am sinfully arrogant, narcissistic and a playboy. Sometimes, I may have a temper. But with you, you manage to love me in spite of those things. Sienna, you made me want to be a better person. And I know, despite all my flaws, my greatest quality is that I love you and care about you, no matter what. And I want to do that for the rest of my life. Sienna, will you marry me?”

At this point, Sienna couldn’t contain her tears. Despite all her strength and all her ripped muscles, she was still the loveable, sensitive girl I came to love.

“Yes, Jon, I will marry you.”

[szerep]

Love everything about this story, especially the penis/clit growth. Thank you for doing, it is very rare.

[JerusalemTulip]

Hot Story.  Wish I knew how to give more karma at a time, because it seems like you should have more, based on the heavy readership of your stories.  Not into the female cock aspect,  but I understand its inclusion is less prurient and more as a comparison point.  I hope you keep writing.

[Nick563]

Lovely story! Really had a good time reading it

[Wookey]

I love a muscle story where they grow together. Hate it when a female humiliates her former partner.  Well done. Mega karma. 

[phil123]

And now the can grow together.

[Apley44]

Hey everyone, sorry for the long wait for a new chapter. I was really caught up with work. But I had reached a milestone in my work project today, so I decided to give myself time off to write a new chapter here. My project at work will be ending in a week, and after that, (hopefully) there will be more chapters coming in more often. For now, enjoy this new chapter!

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Chapter 7

Deciding on a date for the wedding was not hard at all. We wanted to get married in 1 week’s time. It was the best time for us. Olympia was coming soon in a few months. So we couldn’t let the wedding get in the way. It was late spring. We wanted the wedding to be at the beach, and we wanted it to be a celebration of our muscular development, as well as our love. It would be scandalous. Dress code was not the usual black-tie formal. No. It must be beach wear. That means lots of skin, for those who weren’t afraid to show them. I didn’t really have many bodybuilder friends, because I usually work out alone in my private home gym and everyone else thought of me as a professional prick. I agree. But Sienna had made many women bodybuilder friends in Dana’s gym, and she had built quite an invitation list. Female bodybuilders from all over the LA area would be attending in tiny bikinis and skimpy swimsuits. Because of this, we tried to avoid kids from coming. We did it on a Wednesday, in the middle of the week, in late spring, just before summer, where kids would be busy preparing for their final term papers. Only close relatives allowed, and it was a strict list. My parents passed away and I was a single child, but Sienna still had her parents and two brothers. It was always gonna be an awkward occasion, seeing their daughter grow into a musclebound beauty, instead of the slim supermodel that she was. Because of my friendless circle, I had to resort to asking one of her brothers to be my best man.

Nevertheless, all this didn’t stop Sienna from choosing a super scandalous wedding outfit. She wanted to show muscle, as much as she possibly can. So no wedding dress. She decided on a tiny white bikini top, and a matching white male thong. That was it. She had to wear male thongs now just to fit that large dick of hers, because male thongs tend to have a sort of pouchy space to fit the penis. She needed that, because her dick was huge! Usually it would be a huge turn off for guys, especially straight guys, and I was as straight as they come. But the way she dominated with that dick of hers, the confidence, the pride, she made it so sexy. She was gonna get a boner in the wedding, I would too, but she didn’t care. If you ask me, she would love everyone to see that huge boner of hers.

Besides the white bikini top and thong, she decided to go barefoot in the sand, at most with some ankle bracelets. A veil would be good too, but she didn’t want it to be too long, in case it covered her back muscles. That was how much skin she wanted to show. Every inch of muscle possible, for  everyone to see.

“I don’t care what they say. If they have something to say, even better, I will just destroy them with my flexes. Like this!” she said, going into a most muscular in front of our bedroom mirror. I slipped between her and the mirror, stroking those beautiful, hard, enormous arms of hers, delicately feeling every feathering and sinew that she so mercilessly sculpted. I kissed her right on those soft lips of hers. It was just as magical as the first time I did so. I guess some things never change. She relaxed her flex and pushed me closer to turn on the passion.

“You are the most beautiful girl I have ever met in my entire life. The girl of my dreams. And we were literally meant to be together. Anyone who says otherwise should go to hell,” I said.

“I love you.”

I, on the other hand, would just be in my black posing trunks for the ceremony. I had to be, because I couldn’t cover myself up in a tuxedo while my wife struts around in a bikini wedding outfit. I had to show off my muscle too. I mean, they were what defined me. At most, I would wear a bowtie around my neck like a choker. That was all. And no shoes. Just barefoot in the sand.

Sienna chose four girls from her gym to be her bridesmaids, all in matching milk-white, skimpy bikinis. All of them were female bodybuilders in the open category, which meant they were as big as they come. I met all of them in either the Olympias or Arnolds. They were pros. Of course, they weren’t as big as Sienna, not even close. Sienna, I reiterate, could destroy Ronnie Coleman and Jay Cutler. These bridesmaids were young, but they were like Margie Marvellous and Iris Kyle-level huge. Still impressive. They had to be. A  super strong, powerfully-built bride like Sienna would need an army of matching She-Hulks to flank her. Just like any other wedding, whereby anyone shouldn’t out-dress the bride, in this wedding, nobody should outmuscle Sienna, not that anyone could. If she was as huge as me, then it was pretty safe to say she was joint-most muscular on this planet. Then came the maid of honour. Who better than the next most muscular woman besides Sienna? Dana Olsen. Training with Sienna really upped her competitiveness in training,  because she was fucking LOADED with muscle. Like 200% better than the last time I saw her in the Olympia. Her body could put Phil Heaths’ to shame. She was pretty much the third most muscular person in this world, after me and Sienna. Her abs were tighter and harder than ever, even unflexed, her midsection could destroy Shawn Ray’s abdominals pose in the 1992 Olympia, considered one of the best abs of all time. The rest of her chest, back and legs were packing, just Herculean, and her arms could easily be 28 inches big. I could see why she was so happy to be chosen as the maid of honour. She would be showing off all these in a tiny white bikini and people would pass-out in awe. Of course, Sienna would steal the show but Dana could certainly hold her own. Yasmin (from two chapters ago) would be the officiant and her speech would be muscle-specific, seeing how muscle strengthened the bond between my wife and I.

With only 1 week to plan the beach wedding (we didn’t want a lavish one anyway), we hired a wedding planner, so we could just let go of all the stress and focus on the most important thing for us: our muscles. Initially, I wasn’t that stressed because, come on, I was ripped all year long, thanks to my other-worldly genetics. Sienna had these genes too. We were like genetic lottery winners, who scored a second lottery after meeting each other. But unlike me, Sienna was not content with her shape. She wanted to be EVEN MORE muscular, EVEN MORE ripped, EVEN MORE shredded and EVEN MORE massive. So in that one week, she set her mind ONLY on that: getting the most incredible bodybuilder’s physique she could possibly attain in that one week. And she was hardcore. In our private gym, I could hear her screams and grunts like a Wolverine just released from the Weapon X facility, out for revenge. I could hear the loud, terrifying thuds and clangs of INSANE weights hitting the floor at the end of her sets. The whole house shook, and I was sure the concrete on the floor would have been shattered if not for the foam tiles that covered them. But this didn’t stop the walls from vibrating and dust from falling off the ceilings every time she squeezed a hardcore workout in. And she did that twice a day, everyday.

I was slacking off the day after I proposed, but she wasn’t. And seeing her up her game really made me wanna up mine too. So the next day, I suggested we train together.

“Even better, why don’t I follow your entire routine, from workout schedules, to meals, to sleep, massages, and all that. What do you say?” I proposed.

“Ooh, do I sense a bit of insecurity from you, love?” she teased.

“Insecure? No…why would I be insecure?”

“Well, I, for one, knows about your workout routines, and while it has developed you into the champion you are now, I know for a fact that my workouts are WAYYY more hardcore than yours. It has to be, because you don’t get muscles like mine without going full-on BEAST mode. Think about it, I have only been working out six months, and I am already as big and strong as you. If not bigger and stronger,”she explained.

I just didn’t know how to respond to that because of how true it was.

She continued, toning down to her loving self once more after realising my stunned expression, “But no worries, love, you are still one of the best bodybuilders in the world. I’m sure, you can hold your own. And plus, I kinda hoped to work out with you. I missed you so much, and you know how much it turns me on…seeing you…work those…bigggg….strongggg….mmmuscles of yours…” she purred, inching closer to sensually run her fingers over my shoulders and chest.

As she came closer, I could feel her big hard cock stroking against mine, warm Boudicca having her own sexy time with tough old Titus. It was like our cocks have a relationship of their own, piggybacking on ours. It was definitely a new feeling for me. I wasn’t gay, but the feeling of your wife’s dominating cock rubbing all over your own, it was surprisingly sexy.

“Sienna, I have been bodybuilding for more than 12 years. I think I can handle any workout that comes my way,” I said, smooching her on her lips.

“Well then, let’s get started, my love.”

The morning session was back day, with half an hour of abs at the end. We would then do chest in the afternoon. Sienna kept to the rules of my gym: only naked workouts allowed. And I think she loved it too. If there was anyone else in this world that loved their own ripped body as much as I loved mine, it was Sienna. We were just made for each other! She started with lateral pulldowns. 400 pounds on the warmup, 550 pounds for 4 sets. These were not new weights for me, just rare. 550 pounds was like one of those occasional ego lifts that I did for fun, when I was feeling strong. That happened only like once every month or two months. For reps, I usually do 400 to 500 pounds. I could do a lot more if I wanted to max out, around 700, but that was not my usual goal. Bodybuilding was more of time under tension, so moderate, controllable amounts of weight was essential. So when Sienna said she wanted to do 550 pounds for reps, I was a bit apprehensive. But I didn’t wanna look like a wimp in front of my soon-to-be wife. So I persisted.

She went first. And she blasted those 22 reps like it was nothing. She then flexed her naked back in front of the mirror, and fuck, did I cum. What the fuck! Her back, fresh from the insane pump, was insane. Lumps upon rock-solid lumps emerged like a snaking canyon. It was already magnificent enough unflexed (she was wider than doorframes by almost a foot), but now, in a back double bicep, I could see why she was so in love with her own body. Was this how it felt when people see my body? This was all very new, but I was liking it. I wanted to worship her muscles and give her a quick make out session. She let me feel her back for a bit, but as soon as I reached those rumbling rhomboids and thunderous traps, she turned to face me, gently shoving my hand away.

“No, my love. Workouts are workouts and in my workouts, I demand undivided focus. I’m honoured that you love my muscles, and I was being nice by giving you a quick feel, but from now on, I want this workout to be purely about workouts, understand? I promise you, love, as soon as we are done, I will give you the best worship session you can ever hope for. Deal?” Sienna said.

Fuck, that was the moment when I understood just how serious this bodybuilding was for her. She was dead serious. Maybe even more than me. And I considered myself one of the best out there. But all this really made me more certain that this was the girl for me. That show of authority turned me on so much.

“Now your turn. Show me what you’ve got,” she ordered.

I took my place in the seat and started cranking out the reps. The first 5 or 6  was easy enough, then it got harder. You have to know, I do my reps till failure, and it was usually around the 10 to 15 rep range, but like I said, it wasn’t everyday I did 550 pounds on the lat pulldowns, and soon, I was failing at 12 reps, which normally, I would be content. But my fiancee was pumping out 22 reps like it was nothing, with perfect form all the way, and here, I was already struggling at 14, and the movement was already all wrong at 17 reps. I had to stop, before I injure myself.

I didn’t know how Sienna was gonna react but she was pretty encouraging.

“Good job love, 17 reps is impressive. Normally, I would scream at people to go for more but your form was already off so I figured you’re already at failure. That’s good enough. Now give me a back double bicep!”

I took 2 seconds to catch my breath before giving her the pose. Despite just pushing out one of the hardest sets of my life, I was still a professional bodybuilder, and my back was still Olympia level. She inspected and grinned naughtily.

“Impressive, what a stud…Now my turn.”

We continued on till the 4 sets were done, but each set just got harder. Sienna even went on to do a dropset for the last set. Starting at 700 pounds, blasting 12 reps, before moving on to 650 pounds, 600 pounds, 550 pounds, 500 pounds and 450 pounds, each with 12 reps. When she was at the last few reps at 450 pounds, she was already screaming her lungs out. It was scary, but also domineering and sexy at the same time. When she was done, she wasted no time flexing a ¾ back pose in the mirror, admiring the sheer immortality of her enormous back, a testament to her hours upon hours of insane hard-work. As she switched to a rear lat spread and a back double bicep, I couldn’t help but to process the mixture of fear, awe, lust, love and excitement of seeing my fiancee turn into this obsessively dedicated, and proud bodybuilder that she was today. Her back was terrifyingly ripped, sporting the face of a demon, one that would make Yujiro Hanma green with envy.

I tried the dropset, but I could only manage 6 reps at 700 pounds, and scraped through 5 at 650 pounds before giving up at 3 reps on the 600. I was exhausted. Sienna gave me an understanding smile. “Never mind, you did your best. Come flex for me. It is always good habit to flex after each set, just to see the results of your pump. That can motivate you a lot.”

At this point, I didn’t know what she was thinking. Was my fiancee actually stronger than me? She may not look much bigger, but she sure does lift heavier. It was proven again and again for the rest of the workout. At the barbell rows (550 pounds), T-bar rows (550 pounds), deadlifts (800 pounds) and single arm dumbbell rows (200 pounds), she outlifted me rep after rep. I was usually exhausted by the 12 or 14 rep, with terrible form at the last reps, but she just kept going. She never went below 20 reps and all of them were with perfect technique. To end the workout set, she even managed to crank out 28 reps for the single arm rows, and that was with 220 pounds! I could barely finish off my final set with 10 reps on the 200 pounders. Fuck.

And off with the abs. There were three exercises. Cable crunches (120 pounds), Russian twists (holding 45 pound plates) and hanging leg raises (with 90 pound weights tied to our ankles). She was a grace to behold. Even after that insane back workout, she still had the energy to perform 3 sets of each, all up to 30 reps. No wonder her abs were invincible. Every time she flexed her midsection, I could see a Renaissance artist rolling in his grave, for there would be no better sculpted eight pack than the one Sienna was sporting. I did okay at first, but by my third set, I was already huffing at 12 reps. It was embarrassing. For the first time in my life, I was forced into humility. Never once in my life, I had to lose in anything. I was always the best, whether it was swimming in elementary school, in high-school wrestling or bodybuilding. I made sure I was the best, and I wasn’t afraid to show it off and humiliate the others. Today, I was shown up by my future wife, and it was an eye-opening experience for me.

Despite admiring her own abdominals in the mirror, her fingers running over the granite-sculpted ridges between her 8 slabs of pebbled abs, feeling the bumpiness of her washboard midsection and scrutinising the veins running vertically from her groin up her obliques, she noticed I was a bit disappointed. She inched closer, until I could breathe her soft, holy air, and she grabbed my hand, gesturing me to feel my favourite parts of her shredded abdomen, the shark-gilled serratus and Adonis belt. I also liked how her eight packs were staggered, like those on Lenda Murray and Iris Kyle, her right side slightly higher than the left. It was mainly genetics, but it was cute to me nonetheless.

“You like that don’t you? Want me to flex them?” She asked.

“You weren’t flexing?”

“Of course not, silly. If I were flexing, they would feel like this!” And there, she tightened that gloriously-chiselled midsection of hers, and my oh my, my whole body shuddered with an electrifying awe as her abs completely hulked out with hardness, the beads of perspiration rolling down her skin with the glistening of sweat, making the experience all the more arousing.

“Come on love, show me your abs too!” She pleaded.

I sighed. After the flawless display of Sienna’s own abs, I wondered if she would ever be impressed by mine ever again. But I still gave my best abdominals pose, the eight pack bursting with its very own magnificence as well, although it may be dwarfed by the impeccable showing of Sienna’s abs.

But Sienna knelt onto the floor and started licking my abdominals all over, kissing each eight pack with her luscious lips and tracing the deep cuts with her tongue. I was surprised she was still turned on by my body, despite achieving a similar level of muscularity herself, if not better.

It was as if she read my mind. “Oh my love, you will always impress me. You are the reason I became a bodybuilder, never forget that.”

She stood back up and pressed her lips against mine. “No matter what happens, even if I get bigger and stronger than you, you will always inspire me. And I will always love you. I know today has been tough for you, but we can do this together. I will make sure you get better lifts, I will make sure you get stronger. And I will not give up until you match my lifts. We will grow bigger and stronger, together.”

“Sienna, I don’t deserve you,” I said, stroking a part of her hair.

“Yes you do. Now fuck me before my sweat dries out!”

Our sweaty bodies rubbed against each other, our hands caressing our each others’ muscles, I took in the scent of her body, but it wasn’t a musky, sweaty smell, no. It was something indescribable, something ecstatic, her pheromones activating a lust, something only couples could understand. My beefy pecs rubbed against her equally massive ones, also feeling the soft, bouncy cushion that was her boobs, the only evidence of fat left in her body. The rest was pure muscle. As we were making out, our cocks did their own thing, uniting, rubbing, ejaculating, a commensal relationship concurrent with ours. Our washboard abs met, the bumpiness stimulating my libido every time they would grind against each other. So this was what dating a bodybuilder felt like, someone as big and ripped as me. The perfection, the size, the hardness, engulfing you in a sex unlike any other. No delicacy is needed here. I wouldn’t need to be afraid of hurting anyone, because Sienna was as tough as nails, if not tougher. It was a no holds barred, lustful sex show based on pure love and deep animalistic instincts.

Her vagina swallowed my dick as I allowed her 370 pound body to ride me on the gym floor, the impeccable muscular control of her gripping and releasing pussy was like a free dick massage. She could even prevent me from cumming with that powerful vagina of hers. If she wanted to, she could squeeze my dick so hard, stopping the blood flow, and cause a gangrene. But I knew she would never harm me that way. As she humped and humped, she flexed every part of her body for me, her biceps, her abs, her chest, all so I can appreciate the view from the floor.

“OOOOHHHH YEAAAHHH! OOHHHH FUCKKK YEAHHHHH JON!!! I’M SO FUCKING RIPPPEDD!!! FEEEL MY MMMMUSCLEESS, BEFORE THEY CRUSHHHH YOU!!!”

After that amazing gym sex, I went for a shower as Sienna prepared our meals. I was gonna try her meals in addition to her workouts too. When I came down for lunch, my jaw just dropped. There was so much food on the table! And that was meal 2 out of 5 for the day.

“Hey love. Since you wanna train like me, you have to eat like me. This is my post workout meal. As you can see, we will each eat one whole baked chicken, a large bowl of brown rice, a bowl of garden salad, a mug of baked beans, three mashed potatoes and a protein shake,” Sienna said, serving the two whole chickens on either side of the dining table.

“Whoa, that’s like double of what I eat! I can only manage half a chicken at most.”

“Well, love, then you better get used to it. This is how I got from that,” she gestured to a picture of her slim supermodelling days on the wall, “to this!” And she did a front double bicep, humungous and powerful, just to prove her point. “By eating like this, I packed on almost 10 to 15 pounds of muscle per week. My body mass almost tripled and now I am 370 pounds of pure muscle.” She went into a side chest, puffing out those textbook pecs of hers and that volleyball sized arm. “I am now three times thicker and three times as wide, and almost a foot taller. And how do I achieve it? By eating. And eating. And eating. Food is the building block of mass and muscle. And I am THE mass monster. Of course, working out helps too, as you can attest to this morning.”

“Wow, I don’t think I will need to eat for the rest of the day after this meal,” I said, settling on the dining chair and slipping on a napkin as a bib.

“Hahaha, this is only one of five meals. As you can see, for breakfast this morning, I had six pieces of toast with low fat, low sugar peanut butter, an avocado, eight egg whites, a large bowl of cereal with low fat milk, pre-workout and a protein shake.

“Two hours after this meal, we will have meal 3, which is the afternoon pre-workout meal. Four bananas, four steamed tofus, a fruit salad, six tuna sandwiches and a pre-workout.

“For dinner, we will each have two grilled salmon fillets, half a turkey, a bowl of garden salad, a large bowl of brown rice, and a protein shake.

“And meal 5, we will eat a bowl of fruit salad, a bowl of oatmeal, half a mug of almonds, six egg whites and a protein shake. Capish?”

I was stunned. “Oh man, you eat a lot. But your waist…it’s so small. How do you fit all these food?” I asked.

“I guess I have perfect metabolism. And my waist is pure muscle. You knew that already, even worshipped it not too long ago,” she teased, cutting a part of the chicken thigh and slipping it into her mouth.

“Wow, is all this effort…just for the wedding?” I asked.

“Partially. But it is also for the long term. But yeah, for the wedding, I really need to get certain parts of my body perfected.”

“But you’re already perfect! Better than perfect!” I said.

“C’mon love, you of all people know that there is ALWAYS room for improvement. For now, I wanna put on 10 more pounds of muscle because cousin Henry is coming. He is fat, and he is 380 pounds. He keeps track because he is a shot putter for his college. I need to be heavier than him! Imagine the look on everyone’s faces when they find out my 380 pound body of pure muscle is as heavy as his 380 pound body of pure fat.” She flexed her right bicep, admiring the peak and thickness that could possibly put cousin Henry’s thighs to shame. “Maybe I can even be heavier! Also, I need to get my shoulders a bit wider, because Dana has me beat at that area. And I also need to mark up those striations ‘cause Dana’s delts are like pumpkins. Imagine your maid of honour outclassing you. I like Dana, but it is my day. Might as well ask her to come in a wedding dress.”

“But babe, our guests are not Olympia judges. I think they won’t notice,” I quipped.

“I would notice. And it matters to me. And I can’t ask Dana to lose muscle. So I have to build up my own muscle. Also, one last thing, my abs. They might look good now, but I was hoping to cut a bit more so that these veins over here,” she traced to the veins running up her groin to her lower abdominals and obliques, “it’s a bit faint. If I could get them as thick as pencils, fuck, I will be the happiest bride ever.”

“Wow, you really gave this a lot of thought huh? And let me guess, Dana had veins like that and you don’t wanna get shown up?”

“No, I just like thick, juicy ab veins. They look sexy, just like yours.”

I smiled. This woman, my future wife, sitting in front of me, was without a shadow of a doubt, the most amazing person I had ever met.

“Sienna, I will help you achieve your goals, every step along the way.” 

Sienna softened up, like a girl falling in love all over again, “Babe, thank you so much. I will help you achieve your goals too! Together, we can grow bigger and stronger, forever.”

[szerep]

What a story. Bravo. I hope she grows more and more. Can not wait for the next part.

[jhunter]

Great follow up. Looking forward to more.

[Japagreipe]

This story is fantastic. Her overwhelming superiority is such a turn on. Can't wait for the next chapter!

[Apley44]

Chapter  8

 The one week passed by in a flash and before we knew, it was wedding day.  I mean, what can I say? Time does pass fast when the only thing that you’re going to do in that one week was just sleep, workout, eat, have sex, sleep and do it all over again. Sienna was working out like crazy. She was a total beast. I tried my best to keep up with her workouts, but keeping up was hard when she was doing all she can to gain as much muscle as she could in that past week. I didn’t know how much she was progressing. It was hard when you’re seeing her every day. These minute details tend to be missed by the naked eye. But I could she her animalistic rage in the gym daily. She was lifting weights for reps – weights that I count as my max. She had to if she were to meet her goal of gaining 10 extra pounds of pure muscle by wedding day. Don’t forget, she also wanted to perfect her shoulders and get those ab veins. She had to put in the effort.

For me, I was just happy to lift as heavy as I could, as gain as much with my wife, so she doesn’t like, overtly outsize and outmuscle me when we were saying our vows on the gazebo. I tried and I had to admit, I think I was improving. I think I could handle Sienna’s intensity much better. Well, I wasn’t the best MALE bodybuilder in the world for nothing. I still had a few tricks up my sleeve. I wasn’t an amateur.

Nevertheless, two days before the wedding, Sienna had to move to her penthouse. We still believed that it was bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the ceremony. So I spent the last two days before my wedding just cutting, and going into Olympia mode. I watched my water intake and my diet, just like before a show. I need to look shredded on my special day. Sienna would be. I hope Sienna was doing well on her own. I couldn’t wait to see her in that tiny white bikini.

I didn’t really have a bachelor party, not that I needed any. The reason was mainly because I didn’t have any male friends. Sure, Sienna’s brother was my best man, but seriously though, we weren’t really that close anyway. So instead of booze and strippers, I just did my usual thing in my bedroom, jerking off to my own reflection, and the thought of my enormous hulk of a wife just flexing sexily in my dreams, all the while downing a cool bottle of protein.


The bridesmaids came early on the morning of her wedding. They had lots to do. Not only do they have to get dressed in their tiny bikinis and get their makeup done, they had to do one other thing that was not typical of other weddings: they had to get pumped up. Sienna had a simple gym set up in her penthouse, and that acted as a designated pump-up room. She could do without her white wedding bikini (she had lots of white bikini sets), and she could do without makeup for she knew her face had a gorgeous natural radiance. But no pump, that cannot do. Not that she wasn’t already huge without the pump, but she wanted to be CRAZY huge, with throbbing veins and glistening sweaty skin over her light olive tan. And she wouldn’t miss any muscle groups. Every inch of her muscular body must be perfect. She spent almost 3 hours pumping her body up, and on then was when she was fully satisfied.

As she flexed in front of the mirror to admire the masterpiece that she created, she couldn’t help noticing the huge erection that was sticking out of her workout panties. There was no hiding it nowadays. As long as she was wearing women’s underwear, her cock was gonna stretch out the panties like a slingshot. Has it gotten bigger? She grasped the shaft with her hand. It certainly had. Her cock was so full of girth, that she couldn’t enclose it with her entire hand. And it was so long, that not even both her hands could cover its entire length. She could just feel the cum gathering in her groin, just waiting to shoot out from this cock of hers. Of course, it wasn’t really a cock. It was her clit. But her clit had gotten so big, that she felt so good referring to it as a cock. It was emasculating, knowing that she could humiliate any man in an area that was only exclusive to them. Plus, her vagina was growing as well. It had to be, if she were to accept that monster dong belonging to her husband. Her pussy was pink, it was luscious, it was full of juice. Warm, abundant, nutritious pussy juice. Jon sure loved it, and with all the protein she was consuming, it could just “out-protein” a carton of milk. And when she squirts, you better prepare a mop. Once she maturbated when Jon was out, and she filled up 3 wine glasses with her pussy juice, and half a milk carton with her penile cum. She was just a cum-making machine. When Jon came back, she served him the carton and 3 wine glasses of her juice, and he took it like a man.

“Babe, I got some nice warm milk for ya. You wanna try?”

Jon grabbed the carton, “Sure.” And he downed it like a German downing a pint of beer in Oktoberfest. “Ahhhh…nice. But this isn’t milk, is it?”

Sienna gave him a naughty look. “No…it isn’t…” she said, rubbing her dick.

Jon laughed. “Oh, it’s amazing. Give me more.” And he emptied the three wine glasses, taking in all of that delicious Sienna cum.

Sienna then flexed herself a most muscular, admiring how she hulked out every time she struck that pose, pumping up every single vein and muscle in her arms and chest. She gestured for her bridesmaids in the background, who were all finishing up their pump-up sessions themselves. Now, they all looked like a team of ripped unstoppable Amazonian warriors, perfectly designed for war with their shredded physiques and enormous musculatures, and they could step on the Mr Olympia stage and humiliate half the men there.

“Girls, POSEDOWN!!!” Sienna declared.

And they all stood in a line, facing the wall mirror, the bride in the centre, carefully giving the best posing session fit for the Olympia Hall of Fame. Of course, none of them were as formidable as Sienna (she was in a league of her own), but these bridesmaids had every reason to believe they could outclass Dorian Yates or Flex Wheeler. Their delicate feet and manicured hands couldn’t stop them from showing off their ripped set of abs, sculpted to Spartan warrior perfection; tree-trunk thighs, stuffed thicker than the waist of an average man; cinderblock chests, pumped to stone-hard purity; and exploding arms, built for man-shaming destruction. Arms like that should be working for the President, or wrestling grizzly bears. Rumour has it, that one of the bridesmaids, Polina, did wrestle a grizzly bear, back when she was living in the harsh mountainsides of Russia before moving to LA. She was already the Russian female bodybuilding champion then, God knows how much she improved nowadays.

“Ooooh, fuck, we look amazing!” Sienna said, sporting a beautiful thighs and abdominals pose. Not only was she displaying a terrifying set of abs and an even more terrifying pair of legs, she was pumping out an insane abundance of beefy-hard lats. Her pecs stretched into beautiful teardrops as her arms folded behind her head, the serratus and intercostals just cut into shark-gill perfection. But of course, nothing could outshine those abs. That was the basis of this entire pose. Those majestic eight packs, cut and ground to diamond-league magnificence. Those lower abs, hard and thick, longer than the rest, but tapering gorgeously into a sexy Adonis belt. She twisted her torso, showing those awesome obliques, admiring the cuteness of her staggered abdominals. It was not symmetrical like Jon’s, but they both loved it. It made her special that way. But what she was happiest with, were those ab veins. She made a promise that she would make them all thick and juicy, pencil-thick, and now, she had not one, not two, but three such veins, running over that beautiful midsection of hers. Two throbbing vessels, running up from her groin, decorating the lower abs and coursing through either side of her innie bellybutton. Then there was the third vein, one she never knew she had, running from the underside of her enormous left pec, snaking down along her 2 upper left abs, before stopping right next to her bellybutton. “Oh my God, check out my abs. Ohhh, those veins, so sexy! I think we should start a black ops team. We can hunt down terrorists and just rip those guys apart!”

The bridesmaids laughed.

“Did somebody say POSEDOWN?”

Everyone turned to the door. It was Dana, Sienna’s Maid of Honor. Arriving just after a personal session with one of her clients. Dana was undoubtedly the biggest woman Sienna had ever seen, barring herself of course. Sienna made it clear that she wanted her Maid of Honor and bridesmaids to look their very best, and Dana took it to the next level. She wasn’t holding anything back. If the bridesmaids could get a placing for the Mr Olympia, Dana could straight up win it. Right now, in her white bikini, Dana was looking like the formidable opponent that no bodybuilder wants to compete against. And with her rushing over from Goddess Generation gym, she was breathing hard, her muscles expanding with every breath she was taking. She took her place next to Sienna, as they both challenged each other in a series of compulsory poses. Sienna held her own. She knew she was huge, the hugest she had ever been, but she wasn’t letting Dana get the better of her on her wedding day. Soon, it was pretty clear, much to her relief, that Sienna was the bigger of the two. Especially when it came to the lat spread, Sienna’s shoulders and lats just stole the fucking show. Unflexed, she already couldn’t pass through doorways without twisting to her side. Her lats were like wings and when she spread them out, there was an obvious bloom of magnificence that overshadowed that of Dana’s. Sienna was wider, with a much better V-taper, and it showed. Her lats easily added a foot to her width on each side. Then the shoulders. Another one of three things she wanted to perfect for her wedding. And her hard work paid off. She just pwned Dana. While Dana’s delts were as big as pumpkins, Sienna’s were as big as bowling balls. There was the tremendous bulge of the deltoids from the rest of her arm, like shoulder pads worn by NFL players. But Sienna made it very clear that she was bigger even against them in their shoulder pads. With the side triceps pose, she accentuated her delts even better, the striations and triangular tapering on the side, making her look unbeatable.

“I have to say, the student has become the master,” Dana complimented as they both went into a most muscular that was again, overshadowed by Sienna’s ruthless dominance.

“I know Dana. I have outgrown you. I’m just MASSIVE! Can’t have you showing me up on my wedding day. I have to admit, you got me worried there, girl.”

“I know. I was tryna push you to work harder. How could I be a good Maid of Honor if I don’t give you a little extra motivation to get bigger?” Dana said.

“Well, you’ve sure done a great job. Look at me! I’m fucking ripped! I’m fucking huge!” Sienna bragged, pumping up her most muscular even harder.

“Jon’s gonna be terrified.”

“Oh trust me, he loves this. It’s his ultimate fantasy. I have you to thank for that. Your sex with him really opened his eyes.”

“I know, girl, I have this way with men. Besides, your muscles aren’t the only thing that is huge,” Dana said, gesturing to the big erect cock that Sienna was sporting.

“Oh yeah, I don’t even want to hide this anymore. I’m just gonna show it off, and humiliate every guy out there. Which reminds me, girls…get the tape measure. I wanna see how big my body is for my wedding.”

The bridesmaids complied as Sienna stripped naked for her measuring session. One by one, he bridesmaids took their turns taking the essential numbers of Sienna’s hulking body parts.
“Oh fuck Sienna! That’s just huge!”

“Shit! Your calves are bigger than some guys’ waists!”

“Oh my God! I wish I had arms as big as yours Sienna!”

Sienna’s measurements:
Height: 6 foot 7
Chest: 73 inches
Waist: 32 inches
Arms: 35 inches
Thighs: 45 inches
Calves: 35 inches
Penis/clit length: 12 inches

Last but not least, she wanted to see if she achieved her final goal. Cousin Henry would be at least 380 pounds, she needed to beat that. While Henry was sporting 380 pounds of fat, she wanted to be 380 pounds of pure muscle. She asked Polina to get her the weighing scale.

“This one?” Polina asked.

“No, not that one, babe. That is just a regular scale – 300 pounds is the limit - I’ve outweighed that thing months ago.  I have a more advanced scale in the bathroom, just get it for me. Thanks!” Sienna answered.

When Polina returned with the better scale, Sienna couldn’t wait to jump on it. There was the loud thumping sound of her enormous legs stomping on the device, and as the digital numbers rolled randomly, she took a deep breath. Standing there, even unflexed, she was a sight to behold. All those muscles, all those striations, all those shadowy lumps and grooves, and pulsating veins, they were the pinnacle of human physical development. And to achieve that as a woman, she was truly proud.

“395 pounds! Fuck girl! That is heavy!” Polina yelled in awe.

Sienna gave a confident grin. She had done it. She had achieved all her goals for the wedding.

“Yes, 395 pounds of pure muscle!” Sienna said.

Now, it was time to get married.


It was so easy getting ready for my wedding at the beach. A quick pump up at the gym (well, Sienna said she was gonna do so and I wasn’t gonna be outclassed yet), and then it was just a matter of putting on my black posing trunks and wrap the bow tie around my neck. That was it. A wedding outfit fit for a Mr Olympia. Only a pair of posing trunks and a bowtie “choker” and I was good to go. It was time to show everyone the perfect Olympia body.

A side of the beach had to be cordoned off for the wedding. And there was a strict no paparazzi policy. Sienna didn’t want the world to know about her muscular body yet. She had other plans for that. Anyways, the dress code was beach wear, so most of the people complied. Still it was a wedding, so most people decided to dress modestly. Most men were in Hawaiian shirts and cargo shorts, while the ladies sported matching sundresses. Only the younger, female bodybuilder guests were daring enough to come in bikinis and swimsuits. Not that I was complaining, but I was getting a wife today so no naughty moves. Anyways, I hated entertaining the guests, mainly because they were from Sienna’s side of the family and I didn’t know them very well. Luckily, Sienna’s brothers, Anthony (my best man) and James, managed to guide me through the process. They know who I was well enough, but I was quite surprised that not many, no, actually NONE of her family members and non-bodybuilder friends knew about her transformation. They still thought she was the slim supermodel that she was. Even her brothers and parents. Fuck! She really kept this all under wraps. And it made sense. There were no pre-wedding photoshoots. We just proposed, waited a week and tadah…it was wedding time! It was a surprise how many people managed to turn up despite the wedding being so last minute. Well, there were just about 30-40 people, but that was quite a lot considering the circumstances. Though, it was a bit surprising when the guests were asking why were there so many muscular-looking ladies around the area. They thought they were my friends, which was inaccurate. Sienna never really introduced me to her female bodybuilder friends.

Well, I came to know that Sienna grew up from a family of gorgeous genes. Two of her aunts were also models, and in their prime, they were rocking strapless bikinis for Sports Illustrated and socialising with Al Pacino and David Hasselhoff  in the heart of Hollywood. Anthony and James were NFL players, and Anthony had his own line of sportswear. James just got drafted into the Los Angeles Rams, while Anthony was linebacker for the Dallas Cowboys. Sienna’s mother was a jazz bar singer during her prime, and her father was a businessman.

So you can imagine the fucking, jaw-dropping, table-turning, eye-popping surprise when the music started, and Sienna came in with a veil and tiny white bikini, sporting a body that could humiliate prime Ronnie Coleman and Jay Cutler. And fuck, that cock! I wasn’t gay, but that beautiful, hard, ginormous cock of hers. Fuck! Not even that male thong of hers was hiding anything, but something tells me she wanted to let people see it. She even had time to flex those enormous biceps of hers as she walked down the aisle. Not that I was complaining. When she reached the end of the aisle, she gave me a very sexy kiss. I missed that for two days.

Once the ceremony began, the commotion had died down, and it was a pretty smooth affair. Yasmin was great as the officiant, and standing next to me as the best man, Anthony did all he could to not look at his little sister’s dick, no matter how curious he was. But I could see he was uncomfortable, bordering on terrified, as he observed the muscular development that his little sister sported.

“Do you, Sienna Brooks, take this man, Jonathan Cox, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, in off-season and on-season, in bulking and in cutting, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?”asked Yasmin.

“I do.”

“And do you, Jonathan Cox, take this woman, Sienna Cox, to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do.”

“By the power vested in me by the State of California, I declare you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” 

There was a sound of applause, albeit slightly hesitant, as we gave each other a passionate kiss. We held the reception at our beach mansion, right at the backyard, around the pool. It was more of a reception tea rather than a dinner or lunch. There were hor d’oeuvres, and mainly just champagne, cupcakes and cakes. Not that I and Sienna were getting near any of those. We stick to our diets very strictly.

Sienna and I were sharing a joke with Yasmin when Sienna’s family came over. Her father was there, so were her mother and brothers.

“Sienna, I think we need to talk about your…transformation. I mean, what in the world? You’re…you’re…” Mr Brooks stuttered.

“Admit it, Dad. I’m huge,” Sienna said, going into a front double bicep that made her brothers’ and mothers’ jaws drop.

“What happened? What happened to my daughter?”

“Well, what happened, Dad, was that I started working out. I got RIPPED! I got HUGE! I’m huger than any one of you NFL dweebs, and I’m a girl. Your little sister just got HUGE!” she bragged, going into a mantis pose. “Fuck, look at me! I look so strong…and soooo powerful! Hey, big bros, these arms are bigger than your thighs!”

“Did he put you up to this?” Mr Brooks pointed at me.

“What if he did? It’s nothing that concerns you Dad. The important thing is that I love the way I look, Jon loves the way I look, and we are gonna live happily ever after,” Sienna then went into a side chest, pumping out those incredible pecs of hers. I could see bulges forming in James and Anthony’s pants. “Oh hey! There’s cousin Henry! Henry, come here!” Sienna called.

Henry, around 6 foot 3, an overweight man in his mid twenties, was munching on a couple of brownies when he came over.

“How you doin’ coz?” Sienna asked, playfully patting on his back.

“Sienna, why is Henry here? We really need to talk,” Mr Brooks continued.

“Hi Uncle David. Aunt Debbie. Sienna, Anthony, James. Hi to you too, Jon. I’m good Sienna,” Henry said, finishing up his brownie. “I just got called for the Olympic try outs. I’m just 2 inches off the national shot put record.”

“Wow, that’s great Henry! Say, how much do you weight nowadays. Do you keep track?”

“Um, not really. But my coach did ask me to weigh myself three days ago. I’m 383 pounds now.”

“383 pounds! That’s…heavy. But do YOU know how much I weigh?”

Henry shrugged. Sienna smirked.

“395 pounds! Fuck! I have 12 full pounds more than you. And fuck! 383 pounds? Of what? Fat! Fuck, you chomp down that brownie like it’s your lunch! This! This is how a human being should look like! I am 12 pounds heavier than you, and I am 395 pounds of pure muscle! Pure, hard, dense muscle! And we all know, muscle is much, much heavier than fat!”

Everyone was quite shocked at the sudden outburst. But Sienna didn’t care. She just went into a most muscular and fuck! She just terrorised everyone. When she flexed, we could actually see her growing in size, the blood flowing, engorging her muscles with nutrients and energy. She was getting so huge, that I was afraid she was gonna snap out of her bikini. Wouldn’t she like that though. But her dick. Oh my God her dick. There was no hiding that now.

“Oh my God, sis! What is that?” James asked.

“This, big brother,” Sienna explained, grabbing onto that enormous boner of hers, “is my clit. But I prefer calling her my COCK! You wanna know how big she is? She’s fucking 12 inches long! That’s longer than any of your dicks. I love her because it allows me to humiliate every single man that dares challenge me. You call that little thing of yours a dick? As I recall you bragging in college, James, you said yours was 6 inches? Fuck! Pathetic! My cock is twice your size. This is how a cock should look like. And you pathetic lot need a girl to humiliate you in the one area exclusive to men! Ha! And lucky for me, my husband’s cock is as big as mine.” Sienna noticed my bulging boner as well and stroked it. “See? We are meant for each other. We are the strongest, most muscular human beings with the biggest dicks the world has ever seen! Anyone else can fuck off!” And Sienna leaned in to kissed my cheek.

“Fuck! You’re crazy,” Henry hissed.

“Oh am I? Then you shall see how crazy I can get!”

The look on Henry’s face was as if he just saw a lion pounce in front of him. But Sienna didn’t have to pounce. The last thing he saw before he was hoisted into the air was a 395 pound female bodybuilder, with an evil grin on her face, every inch of muscle in her body enraged and pumping. She was the biggest she had ever been, and it was terrifying, even for me. But at the same time, I was kinda turned on. Nothing sexier than a ripped, confident, badass wife, putting a man in his place. Henry was a champion shot putter, and pretty big himself, but standing next to Sienna, she just dwarfed him. Sienna was every bit the superior specimen. She was stronger, taller, wider, thicker and scarier. All she had to do was grab Henry by the neck and groin, and as if he was a pillow, she just lifted him over her head and taking her time, strutted over to the pool before tossing him in it. Much more amusing for her was the look on her family’s face.

She then flexed her right bicep. “I’m sorry Victoria. What was that? That was too light for you? Well, why don’t we hit the gym tonight and we can give you a proper workout.” She flexed her other arm. “You too Valerie. I didn’t forget about you too.

“Come my love, let’s have some champagne. I’m getting thirsty,” she said, wrapping her hands around my arms just like when we were dating.

“Why did you do that, babe?” I asked.

“Oh you don’t know the whole story. Henry used to tease me at his birthday parties every year, and was always pushing me into the pool. In high school and college, he might not look like it, but he is a jerk. He stole people’s lunch money. And he stole nudes from my room during Thanksgiving and shared it with his friends. I always hated him. He might look pathetic now, but this pathetic guy was a bully, just ‘cause he was the star shot putter. James and Anthony? You have no idea how much they teased me in front of everyone. Just ‘cause I was a model, they started a bet among their friends to see who could bang me first. And my dad, urggghhhhh…he made me go into modelling when I was twelve but he kept that money all to himself. He gambled it all on his weekly trips to Vegas. I had to pay for my own college tuition! Fuck them. I’m glad I moved out when I was 18. And now that I am this strong, they will not dare cross me again. I can just crush them with a single blow.”

“Wow, I didn’t know your family was fucked up that way,” I said.

“Well, I have a new family now. You,” she leaned in again for a kiss. “Wow, seems like your arms are putting in a lot of hard mass. Your arms are as big as mine. I guess my workouts are starting to pay off for you.”

“Well, I don’t wanna let my wife get all the spotlight,” I said, flexing my bicep for her to see.

She then did the same, just to compare her size and mine. “Hahahaha, well, I think mine is still bigger.”

“I hate to agree, but yeah.” Honestly though, she had like a full inch on mine.

“No worries, love. Just keep working. Pretty soon, you’ll have arms as HUGE and STRONG as mine. Hurrrrrr!!!!” She yelled, twisting into a dynamite ¾ back pose.”Mmmmmm, that’s what I call power. If you think I’m gonna slow down just for you though, you’re mistaken. I will only get bigger and stronger from now on. So you just gotta find a way to keep up, okay?”

“Okay.”

“I love you so much, Jon!”

“I love you so much too, Sienna.” And we shared one passionate kiss as the sun dipped in the horizon, turning the sky a bright fiery orange as twilight beckons. 

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Chapter 9

“MMMMMM…OH…MMMMMM...OH MY GODDD…FUCKKKK!!! MMMMM...OOOOOOHHHH…JON…HARDER…OH MY….AHHHHHHH…”

I stopped the pounding and got off our missionary position when the climax engulfed us both. I felt my load, squirting profusely like a garden hose into the luscious, tender vagina that was my wife’s. The sex that we just had was out of this world, as if the occasion of our big wedding day just infinitized our oxytocin levels. Even after 30 seconds, I could still feel my juices flowing, with Sienna obediently receiving every single ounce of cum into her womb. I was pretty sure she was going to be pregnant with that amount of load, I mean, it could easily be like two pints worth of semen. The last time I came into a woman other than her, it was a young female hostess of a fancy restaurant with lush, perky tits and an abdomen fit for a Victoria’s Secret commercial. Because of that I unloaded almost a milk carton full of cum into her womb, and she left my house the next morning with a belly as if she just devoured an all-you-can-eat buffet. Even when I caressed her smooth silky belly, some of my cum leaked out of her pussy due to the overload. Good thing this girl was on the pill or otherwise, she would be knocking on my door in nine months with a baby. Now, Sienna was nothing like this girl. She had abs of steel, so her belly wasn’t going to look as if it came out of a feast. No, her tummy didn’t give way, and it was as solid as ever, thanks to her invincible abs of steel. I even took the opportunity to caress those diamond-etched obliques and serratus, which were flanking that sexy, bumpy washboard eight pack of hers. And those abs veins, fuck…those ab veins - sending an electrifying tingle down my spine every time I traced those bulging vessels, relishing in the cuteness of their bouncy fullness.

As I enjoyed the orgasmic euphoria running over me, I felt her warm vaginal fluid leaking from the cusps of her labia. At this point, I wasn’t sure if it was just my semen overflowing or her delicious cum, but I hoped it was the latter. I mean, her eyes were rolled up in a state of nirvana, her back arching with the climax, her moans and breaths getting deeper and faster by the second, all the while doing little to curb the unrelenting expansion of her pumped up musculature. This was what sex with the most gorgeous, most hardcore, most ripped female bodybuilder in the world felt like. Our huge, dense, sweaty bodies rubbing against each other, our massively built pecs pressing over one another, our bumpy abs grinding (that was the best feeling), and our incredible cocks having a union of their own. All this while kissing her full, soft lips, our tongues meeting, my fingers running over her lush, blonde hair, taking in the sparkle of her crystal blue eyes. It was like Hercules and Aphrodite had a daughter, named her Sienna, and she was lucky enough to inherit her “mother’s” looks and her “father’s” powerful musculature.

“That was amazing, wasn’t it, love?” Sienna asked, as we lay side by side on our California King, me spooning her, doing my best to envelope her massive body in my most protective embrace, despite her being as big if not bigger than me. Pretty soon, I realised it was just impossible to get my arms all the way across her body because of how wide she was, but I added an extra layer by wrapping my legs around her waist too. She liked that, especially before she became a bodybuilder, when I shielded her in the warmth of my ripped muscular arms and thighs. Now, she had ripped muscular arms and thighs of her own, and she could destroy me if she wanted to, but something tells me she had always appreciated being protected once in a while.

“It was. You make me feel like a million dollars,” I replied.

“You too! How do you like my dick? It has gotten bigger,” she said, as she gripped the shaft and gently stroked it.

“I didn’t know that a dick would actually turn me on so much. I think it still doesn’t unless that dick belongs to you.”

She turned to face me and we spent the next few minutes comparing our dick sizes. Titus and Boudicca were in their maximum erect states, with veins throbbing in a spider-webbed network of anastomoses, the shafts glistening with all the residual cum from earlier.

“I like how you just thrust your entire cock straight into me, it was so exhilarating. It was just so big and painful, but the pain turned out to be soooo good,” Sienna complimented. “Still, I think mine is bigger. As proven in our foreplay earlier.”

Yeah, we did a little foreplay by measuring each other’s’ bodies. I was so turned on by how much mass Sienna had put on in every part of her body (refer to her latest measurements in the previous chapter). But me, I was impressed too. I was still packing, although slightly less than her. She outsized me in every area, but I was still pretty much huge, and she was still very amazed. 

Jon’s measurements:
Weight: 390 pounds
Height: 6 foot 7
Chest: 73 inches
Waist: 33 inches
Arms: 34 inches
Thighs: 45 inches
Calves: 34 inches
Penis length: 11.5 inches

“Mmmm…you’re even bigger than the last time we measured you!” Sienna said. “I guess it’s true, there is no stopping this genetic giant!”

“You’re one to talk. You just worked out for half a year and look at you! You have outgrown me in all the essential measurements. Even in the dick department!”

“I know, it’s pretty liberating. I think my dick is already the biggest one in the world. Imagine that, the biggest dick in the world, belonging to a girl! But don’t worry love, your dick is big enough for me.”

She paused. “But do you know what I wanted to do the most? I just want to stuff this huge cock of mine into a hole and just fuck it like a man.”

“But what about my mouth? I had been giving you blowjobs…” I said.

“I know. And you’re great by the way. But I just want to have the feeling of pounding and thrusting someone with my cock.”

“Well, you can do it on me?” I suggested.

“Like anal? I thought you didn’t like anal. You said it was gay.”

“Well, I used to think that. But babe, you had given me the best sex I have ever had in my entire life. And you built this entire body…one reason for it was to fulfil my fantasy. Now, I want to fulfil yours.”

“Aww…that’s so sweet, love. Are you absolutely sure? There is a big chance that it might hurt.”

“I am willing to take it for you. And who knows? Maybe I’ll find it pleasurable. And one other thing, I know you have this other fantasy…”

“What fantasy?” Sienna was surprised, though I think she knew what I was talking about.

“You know, the one…I know Sienna. From the way you speak, and the way you talk about sex. I think we both know what your ultimate fantasy is. You love dominating.”

Sienna blushed. “Well, I mean…I’m just curious, you know. I’m so BIG and STRONG now. This isn’t just muscle and dick. This is POWER. And I wanna know what this power feels like.”

“Well, I’m all yours Sienna. If you wanna dominate me in bed, and stuff your cock in my ass, I will gladly let you do it. As your husband.”

“Really babe?” Sienna said, caressing my cheek.

“Yes. Though, my safe word is ‘eggplant’.”

“Sure thing, love,” and she pressed her lips against mine.

“Now what the FUCK do you think you’re doing? You fucking pathetic piece of shit! Get out of this bed and fucking kneel on the floor, now!” she ordered.

I was taken by surprise by the sudden change in character. Oh my God, it’s happening. I scrambled out of the sheets and did as I was told.

“Hurry up, you son of a bitch!”

“Sorry, babe,” I said.

Then, like a panther with overgrown muscles, she pounced off the bed, grabbed my neck, and in an unprecedented feat of strength, lifted my entire 390-pound body almost a foot off the floor, with just her right arm. I could see those monstrous veins of hers, running along her forearms, each one of them pencil-thick, and the rippling of the individual sinews every time she made a slight movement with her fingers. I tried to release her death grip, but it was no use. She was unstoppable, and imagine your fear when you find out that an unstoppable force was out for blood.

“You have no right to call me ‘babe’. I am NOT your ‘babe’. From now on, you will call me ‘My Mistress’, or there will be dire consequences. Do you want to know what they are? I can show you,” Sienna threatened.

“N-n-no,” I stammered.

“No WHAT???” She tightened her grip, and I almost felt my jawbone give way.

“N-n-noo, my Mistress.”

Then she dropped me on the floor, her arms now on her hips in a front lat spread, standing on her tiptoes, her calves and upper body fully displayed in all their magnificence.

“And from now on, you will be known as ‘slave’, ‘son of a bitch’, ‘bitch’ or ‘piece of shit’, do you understand, bitch?”

“Yes, my Mistress.”

“Very well. Now be a good slave and put your pathetic body to good use. Flex your muscles for me. I wanna see how puny you actually look, you piece of shit,” Sienna commanded as she pulled out a throne-like armchair from the corner of the room, and settled onto it like the queen that she was, both hands on the armrests and legs crossed, her right leg over her left. From there I could see her sexy toes pointing at me, oh how I wish I could suck them, and her magnificent right calves, bulging out like footballs on either side as they were pressed against her left shin.

I obeyed. I gave my best flexes, doing the usual compulsory poses. Not wanting to disappoint my “mistress”, I flexed even harder than I did in the Olympia, focusing on each muscle group, my breathing, my expressions. I could see that Sienna was turned on, her dick now fully erect again, and she was stroking it pretty vigorously, trying to turn herself on.

“I would say, that is not terrible. But you are stupid to think those are muscles are worth anything at all. This is real muscle,” she said, as she emerged from her throne. She first took a deep breath, then slowly raised both her arms over her head, closing her eyes, fully focused, before gracefully turning around to show off her monstrous back. With her arms raised over her head, she leaned back and with one swift, confident, dynamic movement, brought them down into an extremely powerful back double bicep.

“HUUUURRRRRRR….ARRRRGGGGGHHHH!!! Look at me, look at my back! It is unstoppable!”

I swear, with that flex, her body was bigger than ever before. She was hulking out. Those layers upon layers upon layers of muscle, from her mountainous traps to her rippling rhomboids, her legendary lats, her titanic rear delts and rumbling rotator cuffs, she was the quintessence of bodybuilding perfection. Never in my life had I seen a more perfect back on any bodybuilder, male or female (not even on myself). And the expensive lighting of our bedroom, plus her thick, meandering back veins, decorated with diamond cut sinews…fuck…she was perfection personified.

I think she could see my expression from the reflection of our walled mirrors, and from the confident smirk on her face, she knew I was stunned, hypnotised by her ethereal grandeur. She then transitioned smoothly into a ¾ back pose that was equally imposing, before twisting into side chest. Need I say more. Her anterior leg, flexed, foot planted on tiptoes, showing of the massive thickness in her thighs, especially those beefy hamstrings of hers, and that football-sized calf. Her chest kept on expanding with every pump, and I wondered if they could ever stop growing, and when she was satisfied, her pecs were the size of bowling balls, rising almost 6 inches from her sternum, enough to flatten an entire hand that dared to slip into that beautifully sculpted pec cleavage of hers. Her boobs, still perky as always, fit for the cover of Playboy magazine, her pink bullet-hard nipples just begging to be sucked. She alternated between a side chest with arms extended (like those in women’s physique) and one with arms flexed. Her motive: to pump up those volleyball-sized biceps of hers. One pump, and we could see them exploding another two inches bigger. Two pumps, and we could see those veins bursting. Three pumps, and she looked like she could massacre a silverback gorilla.

“OOOOOFFF…. HUUURRRR…OOOOOH….ARRRRRGHHHH….OHHH YEAAAHHHHH…Check it out bitch! This is real muscle! Look at how big I am. My arms are bigger than Arnold’s thighs you bitch!”

I could see that. Those biceps were huge. And those forearms could allow her hands to rip my cock off my body and squash a shotput. To accentuate how big her size was, she struck a terrifying most muscular pose.

“OH YEAHHH, my favourite pose! HUUUUURRRR….ARRRGGHHHHH….I’M HUGE! COME HERE YOU SON OF A BITCH! FLEX FOR ME! See how tiny you are next to me!”

I obeyed, going into my own most muscular. Don’t get me wrong, my posing was flawless, and my muscles were glorious. I was in even greater shape than I was when I won my last Olympia. Heck, I could go on stage right here, right now, and win that title hands down. I was huge, incomparable, a league of my own when faced with other champion bodybuilders in the world. But standing next to my wife, fuck! I felt so tiny. We measured our sizes with tape measures less than an hour ago, and she was only marginally bigger. But now, the difference was too obvious. She had at least two inches on me on every essential measurement, and overall, she was overwhelmingly superior. She was wider, taller, thicker, bigger and more shredded in every way imaginable. She could straight up destroy the Hulk. That was how invincible she was. And she wasn’t just a mindless mass monster. She had aesthetics. She had symmetry. She had incredible flexibility. She was the perfect package.

“I JUST HUMILIATED YOU, YOU PATHETIC SON OF A BITCH! Kneel before your mistress!”

I got onto my knees.

“Now all this flexing has made my Boudicca very excited. She is bigger than that joke of a thing you call your cock. Suck her! Suck my Boudicca, slave! Pleasure her like there’s no tomorrow.”

I inserted her massive cock into my mouth and gave her the best blowjob I could. But she was not satisfied. I tried upping the intensity by running my hands over her titanic abs and her iron-moulded glutes. They were each the size of a basketball. When she noticed me touching her ass, she tightened it, and I felt the surge of power and the sudden rock-hard density underneath my palms. Any hand that got underneath that butt crack would have every single bone broken.

“Mmmmm….you like that, don’t you, you pathetic slave. My glutes are titanium. If you think my glutes are powerful, you should check out my quads.”

She pushed my head off her cock and blasted herself into an incredible quad stomp. Her thunderous thighs transitioned into an alarming collection of cable-like striations and God-like definition. Every muscle in the thigh was well separated, with its own network of pencil-thick veins and professionally chiselled crevices. Jay Cutler could stand next to her with his signature quad stomp and be utterly demolished by Sienna’s ruthless mass and conditioning.

“Beautiful, isn’t it? I do soooo many squats and leg presses. Leg day is destruction day. And the result? A bodybuilding masterpiece,” she bragged, as she ran her hands seductively over her thighs. “Now, enough with my thighs. Come over here and suck my fucking cock you piece of shit!”

She then grabbed onto my head with both her powerful hands, and forced my mouth over her hard-on, pushing and pulling my head away so hard and fast that I almost got dizzy. She wanted her blowjobs rough and fast. And she showed it. At one point, I was going in and out at a rate of 3-4 reps per second! The gag reflex was forcing me to hurl but it took every ounce of my willpower to supress it. Why? Because of how much pleasure she was feeling. I didn’t want to ruin that.

“HUUUURRRR…AHHHHHHH….MMMMMM…FUCK!!! DON’T STOP….AHHHHHHH…..URRRRGHHHHH!!!! FUCCCCKKKK!!!!”

And so, I didn’t stop. I didn’t want to interrupt her orgasm. I loved her that much.

“OHHH FUCCCCKKKK I’M CUMMING!!! AHHHHHHHH!!!!”

And like a firehose, her cock unloaded a barrage of jizz into my mouth and I swallowed it all like a champ. And there just SO MUCH CUM! Oh my God, I swear, she was unloading for a full minute, and at one point, I just couldn’t keep up and some of it leaked out of my mouth. But eventually the cum trickled down and I managed to taste every ounce of Sienna juice that came my way. But I was so full. It was like I swallowed an entire carton of milk. It could well be that much, or maybe even more. With the pressure, and unrelenting flow, and the duration it took her to finish, who knows how much cum she was producing?

“Tasty, isn’t it? That’s the best cum you’re ever gonna get. With the amount of protein I consume in a day, my cum is like a protein tank! After drinking my cum, you don’t have to eat for the entire day! And tomorrow, you’re gonna grow BIG and STRONG, like me!” she showed off a single bicep flex, and kissed the mountainous peak, just to highlight her point. “Oops, I see you’re cumming as well. You poor thing…you call that cum?”

It was true, I just creamed myself right on the floor. But yeah, it wasn’t as abundant as Sienna’s load. Just a small puddle. Maybe enough to fill a wine glass, as compared to her double milk carton abundance.

“Pathetic! Let me show you what real cum looks like!”

And she masturbated then and there, stroking her cock like a jackhammer, her sexy groans and moans emanating throughout the entire mansion.

“AAAAAHHHHHHH…..URRRRGGGGHHHHHH….OHHHHH YEAAAHHH…OHHHH YEEAAAHHHHH”

She unloaded in less than 2 minutes. This time, my mouth wasn’t there to receive it. She didn’t want that at all. She wanted to cum all over our room, just to show me how much more potent she had become ever since she got those huge muscles. And she was unbelievable. Her juice shot out from her cock like a fire hose, splattering all the way to the opposite wall almost 12 yards away, and all the way up the ceiling as well. And that was not all, she made sure she covered me in it as well. I was bathed in her cum. Then there was her leaky vagina as well. With her vaginal fluid, plus her cock juice, fuck, our room was a mess. There was a huge puddle gathering beneath our bare feet, and when she was done almost a minute and a half later, the whole room was cum city.

“OHHHHH FUCKKKK YEAHHHH…URRRRGGGHHHH.” She laughed at the entire mess she made, it was like someone had a food fight with cum in here. “MY OH MY. I AM INCREDIBLE! I’M A CUM-MAKING MACHINE! LOOK AT THIS! HAHAHAHAHAHA!”

She then lifted her powerful leg and slammed my face down onto the floor with a stomp of her foot, so that my left cheek was now soaked in the puddle of cum she made. She ran her toes over my other check, teasing me with her beautiful lady-like feet.

“You know, slave, when I was at the Goddess Generation gym, I managed to destroy an entire bowling ball with my foot. That is how STRONG and POWERFUL my legs are. Tell me, slave, is your head harder than a bowling ball?” she asked, massaging my cheek with the balls of her foot. She stuffed her beautifully pedicured toes into my mouth, and I sucked them tastefully like a popsicle.

“Tell you what, slave. I will give you half an hour to lick off every single drop of my cum in this room. You should be lucky, my cum is VERY nutritious. Now, get to work.”

I obeyed. Not that I was complaining. I was hungry for her juice and it tasted so good. Not sure about the protein content, but with the amount she was consuming daily, I was not surprised. Eventually I was done, and I was so full, licking every single drop of cum from the floor, walls and ceilings. I then had to change the sheets too because there was cum all over that as well.

“Very good, slave. But there is still a lot of cum all over your body. Let me help you with that.”

Sienna started licking her own cum off every inch of my body. She asked me to flex, and she specifically wanted a thighs and abdominals pose. So I did that, and she really took her time sucking off my ripped abdominals and tree-trunk thighs. She even got between the cuts and grooves that I so diligently sculpted. It was so sexy. I came AGAIN! Just like that. Luckily, this time, Sienna was happy to accept the load into her mouth.

“There, all cleaned up. Who needs a shower when you can have your mistress’ tongue?” she said, stroking my chin seductively. “Now that I have licked your muscular body, it is time you did the same for me. Every inch of my body is covered with my sweat. Clean it for me, slave.”

She went into a Sergio Olivera victory pose, tightening those steel hard abs of hers, and I too, ran my tongue all over her body. Those muscles, oh my God, they were so hard, but it was a dream come true! I was worshipping this ripped bodybuilding Goddess with my tongue! I could taste her hard flesh, slipping my tongue sensually in between those deep cuts and crevices, which was dangerous, especially when I was licking her solid eight pack, because one small crunch of her abs and she could destroy my tongue. Squash it like a piece of dough. But the sexual desire of me licking all over her beautifully-built body was too overwhelming for me. The grooves between her abs were so deep, I could stick half my tongue in there. And then her bellybutton, it was sexy. I had always enjoyed sticking my tongue in it before she became this ripped monstrosity, but now with that bellybutton tucked in between a set of chiselled abs, the feeling was ten times better. I was willing to lose my tongue for that. She went into a series of flexes, tightening each muscle group as I explored them. Those pecs, those thick, formidable pecs, with that gorgeous pec cleavage. Those nipples, those gravity-defying bullet-hard nipples. And that back, fuck…that back…she was so thick, and so wide, and I took my time. Exploring every inch of it took me 40 full minutes, digging through every groove, every sinew, every rock-hard lump. I swear, I noticed two more pairs of muscle right between her rhomboids and traps that I was certain was non-existent on any anatomy chart before. Did she get so ripped and shredded that she managed to build up two more undiscovered muscles? Scientists were going to have a field day with her.

“Mmmmm…for a pathetic slave, you sure lick good.”

“Your body is so hard, so massive, so beautiful, my mistress. It is the most delicious thing I had ever tasted. Besides your cum, that is.”

“Of course, it is. My body is a masterpiece. A RIPPED, UNSTOPPABLE masterpiece. Now that we are done, it is time for a little something I like to play called MERCY!”

Oh my, I had never played mercy before, ever. But I did watch it done a lot on the internet. Sienna was already in her attacking stance, her face twisted into a sensually nefarious grin, like a super villainess ready for blood. We both interlocked our fingers, but oh my God, when she gripped my hands, I felt a shiver down my spine. Her grip was hard, like a hydraulic clamp. She was terrifying, and with that expression, she was ready to destroy me. Her shadow just completely blotted me out, and those arms and forearms of hers, they looked like they could rip mine off my sockets. And as she positioned her legs for maximum stability, I noticed the floor underneath me vibrate with every stomp she took with her bare feet.

“Ready, slave? I’m gonna eat you alive,” she taunted, sexily licking her lips.

“Yes, my mistress.”

“GO!”

I held my own in the beginning. Remember, I was still the best MALE bodybuilder by a mile, so I would say I did have a decent amount of strength and size. But was it enough against my giant of a wife? She wasn’t even breaking a sweat, and she still sported that devilish grin of hers, while I was straining as hard as I could, like an Olympic weightlifter vying for the clean-and-jerk gold medal. Then, she gave an evil laugh, and started upping the intensity. It was then I felt like I was no longer fighting my bodybuilder wife – I was fighting a fucking bulldozer! I was retreating, and she was pressing down on me hard. I could feel the tight clamp of her machine-like hands, and the unrelenting force generated by her months of psychotically intense weightlifting. In the end, I dropped on my knees and she just wrestled my entire body onto the floor. If that wasn’t enough, she completely manhandled me, twisting me into an emasculating Nelson hold, then choking me in an arm lock, before lifting my entire body over her head and tossing me onto the bed. It wasn’t just her merciless strength that surprised me now, it was her sudden expertise in such wrestling moves. She said she did take wrestling and MMA lessons in the Goddess Generation gym, but I didn’t know she was that good until I experienced it myself. She had the flawless execution of a pro.

“MUAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HUUUURRRRRR!!! I AM INVINCIBLE!” she celebrated, going into a most muscular pose, admiring her enormous body in the mirror. “What a pathetic excuse of an existence you have, you slave. All those muscles on your body, and you still couldn’t even beat me! Not surprising. I am BIGGER, much BIGGER, and much more STRONNNGERRR than you, you pathetic son of a bitch!” she yelled as she flexed her massive right bicep, the one she called Victoria, admiring its monstrous peak, before giving it a kiss.

“Now, slave, lie face down on the mattress and hold on to the bed. It’s time for the grand finale.”

I obeyed, getting myself in a prone position and gripping either side of the headboard.

“Slave, from here on out, do you know what will happen if you don’t follow my instructions?”

“No, my mistress.”

“Then let me show you.” And with that, I felt the bed shake underneath me. That was when I realised what was happening. Sienna was lifting the bed! The entire Cal King!

“HHUUUUUURRRRR….ARRRRRRRGGGGHHHH!!! OHHHH FUCK YEAAAHH!!! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

Oh my god, I had never been so close to the ceiling before, and I had to say, I used to be claustrophobic. But I think I could take it. I had been in worse situations before, and I could take elevators now after going through therapy in high school. Anyways, the way Sienna lifted the bed was incredible. She did it all by herself. I could see her reflection in the mirror. Her muscles were exploding, but she didn’t look tired at all. If anything, she could do this all day. When I first bought the mattress, it took 4 middle-built labourers to help carry it up to my bedroom. By the time they were done, they needed a break. Then, the bed frame took another 4 people. What can I say? I was rich, I just won my second Olympia, and I wanted to sleep like royalty. But fuck my life! Sienna just lifted this mattress, with the bed frame, plus my 390-pound weight, like it was nothing. Then I noticed the mattress underneath me wobbling, not because she was getting tired, but because she was doing shoulder presses with it! Eight full reps! What the fuck!

“HAHAHAHA!!! OHHHH FUCK! THAT FELT AMAZING!!!” she said, as she dropped the bed back on the floor, me holding on the headboard for dear life. “What a workout! Now, it is time for some hardcore sex!”

She pounced onto the bed, getting us into a lazy dog sex position. While preparing, out of the corner of my eye, I could see her reach for an unopened tube of KY Jelly from the dresser, and she just emptied it all on her 12-inch cock. And she was sloppy, moaning sexily as she rubbed the lubricant on her beloved Boudicca, the cool residual jelly splashing all over the place. Now that she was ready, she ripped my butt cheeks apart, noted my butthole, and there she went. Grabbing onto my wrists as if locking me onto the mattress, she thrusted big beautiful Boudicca straight in, all 12-inches of her. I shuddered, not knowing how to react with this novel feeling of anal penetration, as I relished both the cold lubricant and the warmth of my wife’s massive, muscular, vascular dick. Her hands were clamping down on my wrists so hard, I was afraid she would break all the bones underneath it. Despite her feral hunger and dominating display of strength a mere few minutes ago, she was surprisingly gentle with her thrusts initially, knowing how new I was to this experience. But as I tried to get used to it, she banged harder, gradually raising the intensity.

“MMMMM….OOOOOHHHHH…OHHHHH YEAAAAHHH…..URRRGGGHHH….MMMMMM……OOOHHHH YEAAAAHHH….” she moaned seductively, pounding harder with every breath until…

“AARRRGGHHH…OH FUCK!” I yelled. I didn’t mean to actually, but there was a sudden surge of pain, and my instinctive response couldn’t be inhibited.

Sienna stopped immediately, and I could feel her large cock slip out of my anus.

“Babe, are you ok? That sounded very painful,” she asked, tenderly caressing my hair, which was a weird turn from the power-hungry monster that she was just a few moments ago. “We can stop if you’re not comfortable.”

I took a deep breath. “No, babe, I can take. I was just surprised, that’s all. I can take it. I wanna do this. You’re enjoying this so much! I don’t wanna stop.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Remember, my safe word is ‘eggplant’. I haven’t said it yet. Please, babe, keep going. I wanna go through with this.”

She looked at me the same way she did when I proposed. I would always remember that face. But then she just changed in a blink of an eye, and tightening her grip on my hair, slammed my face onto the pillow.

“What the FUCK! You pathetic son of a bitch! Why did you stop??? You’re gonna FUCKING regret this!”

And with that, she just stuffed that glorious dick of hers into my anus again, and started pounding me like a jackhammer! Literally! That was how it felt! It was then and there that I thought that she was going to destroy my pelvis and backbone. If it was any other guy, she could easily have done so, but luckily, I was armoured with my own formidable set of muscles, so I could take a hammering from the most muscular human being in the world any day. Being in a lazy dog position, I was also squashed by the full 395-pound weight of her ripped, dense musculature, only her cushy breasts provided some comfort, but her hard abs and pecs rubbing against my skin was such a huge turn on as well. And there she pounded, and pounded, with such animalistic fury that she was starting to growl like a wolf and roar like a tiger.

“GRRRRRRR…..URRRGGGHHHH….RAAARRRRR…..HUUUURRRRRR….ARRRRRGGGGHHHH…..OHHHHH YEAAAAHHH….OOOHHH YEAAAHHH…FUCCCKKK YEAAAAHHH….GRRRRRR….HURRRRR….”

I had to say, her animalistic fury was starting to turn me on. She looked so dominant, so confident, so hungry, so sexy! Eventually, the pain of the pounding turned to pleasure and I was enjoying it. Oh my God, I was being viciously raped by my ferociously dominating wife and I was liking it!

She came so hard into my belly, and I lost count how many times she did so. All I knew was, I could feel the jet spray of her juices squirting into my guts, the warmth of the fluid and tender tickling of the ejaculating pressure sending me to an endearing paradise. And one orgasm wasn’t enough for her. She went on, and on, and on…it could be at least one and a half hours. How on earth did she come up with so much cum? She was a cum-making machine! Or cum-making monster! Fuck, I didn’t know if that cock of hers could make sperm, but if it could, she could impregnate any woman at will. Just like me.

Eventually, she had to stop. She was exhausted. We had been having sex for almost 6 hours. But it was the best wedding night in history! Cleopatra and Mark Antony had nothing on us. When she was done, she just dropped her body next to mine, her sheer weight bouncing me off two feet into the air before landing back onto the mattress. She was breathing hard (she had to, she just had the best sex of her life), her enormous muscles expanding with every breath she took, every vein in her body throbbing. Still lying prone like a wasted soldier, I ran my hands over her torso, feeling the soft sweaty cushions of her bountiful breasts, and the bumpy washboards of her eight pack, patting her flesh as a gesture of “Well done, babe”.

I could see she was grateful too. She cuddled closer to me, planting a tender kiss on my lips as a thank you gift.

“How are you feeling, my love? Are you hurt?” she asked, running her palms tenderly over my cheek.

“No, I’m alright, my Mistress,” I said.

She giggled. “No more Mistress for now, love. And you’re no longer my ‘slave’. I am your wife. And you are my husband. The best husband a girl could ever ask for. And I love you so much.”

“I love you so much too.”

“Thank you for doing this,” she said.

“It’s my pleasure. You know, I kinda enjoyed it actually. We should do this more often.”

“Really? Oh man, you ARE the best!”

“Just be careful not to kill me. Hehe. You were a bit scary back there…’cause you just got so huge…and strong,” I said jokingly.

“Awww, don’t worry babe. Remember, no matter how big or strong I get, I will never, ever do anything to harm you. I promise babe,” Sienna said, before kissing me on the cheek. “Let’s get some sleep.”

“Good night, babe.”

“Good night.” And with that, Sienna curled herself into a rippling dense ball of muscular flesh, and tucked herself snugly into my chest. It felt good, taking care of a girl like her, despite her being much bigger than me, and if she wanted to, she could just slaughter me with her bare hands. But she wouldn’t do that, because she was my wife. And she loved me. I loved her too, and I would do anything in my power to protect her, even if she was stronger than me. With that, I pulled the sheets over us, and wrapped both my arms and legs around her, shielding her with the warmth of my endearing solace.