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Re: ANDROGEL CHANGED MY LIFE
« Reply #15 on: April 22, 2021, 10:37:26 pm »

...  Even simple porn can't follow rules of political correctness; if your complaint was that my description were somehow untrue to human nature, that would be different.  And since we're talking about FBB porn, you should expect a reversal.

I would have tolerated a much longer setup chapter.  Vengeance without justification is the act of a villain.  Righteous vengeance requires a setup. 

I want to read more of this story.  I hope this isn't a quick end.  Always I hope for more stops along the way to eventual female supremacy (frisbee, hiking/canoeing, tennis matches, helping friends move house, scrabble, poker, etc.) .

Anyway, great story.  Where will you take us now?

Keep going, write what you are driven to write!
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Re: ANDROGEL CHANGED MY LIFE
« Reply #16 on: April 24, 2021, 02:15:42 am »
Thanks for the karma, guys!   Here's another short chapter for your weekend pleasure.

Let’s just say my little victory dance didn’t play well. I thought I’d get a laugh or two; instead I got a sullen, red-faced stare. 
   “Oh come on, Dana, I’m just playing around!”
   “Not funny.”
    I guess she was always a sore loser. “I’m sorry I won, okay? If I’d known it was going totally fuck up your night, I wouldn’t have tried so hard.”
   Nothing but anger.  I figured I’d try to dig myself out of this hole with a little flattery. “Flex for me again? I still can’t believe how huge you are.”
   Begrudgingly, she threw up a double biceps again. 
   “Incredible. How big are they?” I squeezed her biceps, felt them. They were huge and rock hard, the skin over the triceps so taut you could see the contours of the muscle beneath. I have to admit that feeling the power in those suckers got me going a little too.  I’d never felt her muscles before, at least like that. I’d never even seen her flex.
   “Do you mind if I measure them?”
   She didn’t say no. I ran to get a tape measure and threw it over her left bicep.
   “16 inches.” I didn’t know much about muscle size, but I figured it had to mean huge.
   “Really? 16? They’ve never been that big.” 
   “Well we did have a pretty serious workout just now.”  I looked at her. “You’ve measured them before?”
   “So? How big are yours?” She put the tape over my left arm. “Barely 15 inches.  I’m way bigger than you. My shoulders are bigger, my arms are bigger, my chest is bigger. How the fuck did you beat me?”  She was all pissed off again.
   Now it was my turn to get irritated. “I have an ego too you know.”
   “I’m sorry, it’s not personal, I’m just angry with myself. I should have beat you. By a lot.”
   “Babe, the way you’re growing, you’re probably a month away from beating me easily. Doesn’t that give you something to work towards?”
   “Stop trying to make this better! I’m just embarrassed I lost, okay?” 
   “Embarrassed?”
   She unzipped her dress and  let it drop to the floor. She was a fucking specimen doing nothing at all.  I mean holy fuck, all curves, bulges and angles.  Then she began to flex, and my brain practically exploded. She was 100% lean, cut muscle, shoulders out to here, double wide back, crazy muscle separation, abs like a brick wall, veiny, striated pecs bulging above her breasts, veins popping everywhere…I’m telling you she was stage ready, a work of art.  “I’m a brick shithouse compared to you, okay?”
   My cock was bucking in my pants. “Honey, I have to tell you, I love it. You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” And I wasn’t lying. Even though I never in a million years imagined  that my wife would one day be stronger than me, and even though until this moment I could never have conceived being turned on by a chick with muscles let alone big dude muscles, my cock was saying all that and more. I grabbed her by the hips and squeezed. “I don’t care how much stronger you are than me if you look like this.”
   She didn’t say a word but I could see her soften a little. I touched her gently on the cheek and offered my tongue as a peace offering, and I’m happy to tell you that she accepted. I was fondling her breasts, her powerful hands were kneading my ass, and before I knew it, she was leading me by my rock hard cock to the bedroom.
   Then she got rough. She shoved me down on the bed, and, planting her feet just below my ass, grabbed my ankles and pushed them behind my head. Her pecs and arms fully flexed, she deep squatted my cock, which slid easily inside her dripping wet pussy.  Then she started slamming me, that’s the only word I can think of to describe it, slamming my cock all the way down to the base, grunting and growling like the bulging, macho muscle beast she was.  When she came, she gripped my cock with her pussy muscles so hard I thought she was going to lift me off the bed, so hard it made me whimper, and as soon as she let go I shot my load like a fucking fire hose.
   “Are you okay?” she said. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
   “Are you kidding? That was incredible.”
      My wife had never fucked me like that before. In fact, until that moment, I was always the one that did the fucking (so to speak).  It was shocking, it felt great, and it was totally fucking hot that she was dominating me, but what the fuck?? What the fuckity fuck??  Talk about a life change.  Had she been planning this? After destroying me in armwrestling, perhaps?   Because I certainly hadn’t. 
   “You know I don’t want to do anything that would hurt my special toy,” she said, winking.
   She squeezed my cock again, hard, just to let me know it wasn’t an accident.  I did my best to smile through it.
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Re: ANDROGEL CHANGED MY LIFE
« Reply #17 on: April 24, 2021, 11:31:13 am »
Amazing so far! Please keep it up!

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Re: ANDROGEL CHANGED MY LIFE
« Reply #18 on: April 24, 2021, 12:45:16 pm »
This is one of the better stories I read, and I say that as a writer myself. Very well done.

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Re: ANDROGEL CHANGED MY LIFE
« Reply #19 on: April 25, 2021, 03:20:51 pm »
What a great chapter! I felt their emotions through the dialogue. Her rage. His empathy. And their honesty. Brilliantly done!
I can't wait to see how their relationship evolves now:
He was awed by feeling and really seeing her biceps for the first time. Does he become her muscle worshiper?
He honestly admitted to her that he doesn't care how much stronger she gets. And she seemed to like that revelation.
Can't wait to see what happens between them next!
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Re: ANDROGEL CHANGED MY LIFE
« Reply #20 on: April 27, 2021, 09:13:57 pm »
Thanks guys.  Here's the next chapter.

   Wouldn’t you just love it if, once you’d figured out how to have the most thrilling imaginable sex with your partner, it happened that way again and again and again? Wouldn’t that be fucking great? In a world like that, no one would ever get divorced—except perhaps for those ones that never reached that pinnacle or shouldn’t have gotten married in the first place. Or maybe you wouldn’t; maybe you’re more evolved than I am, know that without the downs you wouldn’t have the ups, and without change, you wouldn’t have variety in your monogamy. Me? If I could bottle it all up from that night: the narrow power gradient between her and me, her aggression, her physical perfection, the absolutely sensual animality of her performance…Obviously it never happened quite that way again or I wouldn’t be waxing poetic about it.  Our relationship changed—or more accurately, was being chemically altered—on an almost daily basis. From that night  on, every encounter with my wife was about her establishing her physical superiority.   
   And I mean every encounter.  She was strangely creative when it came to showing me how much bigger and stronger she was.  One morning, I rolled out of bed with a craving for peanut butter. Made my toast, got the peanut butter from the fridge, but for some reason I couldn’t open the jar.  I was just too tired to deal, so I went for the jam instead, but I couldn’t open that either.  I swore under my breath. And then I noticed the big smile on my wife’s face. She was sitting at the table, reading the paper or pretending to. “Need a hand, honey?” She held out her hand.  She opened the peanut butter easily.  “Sometimes these big, strong hands come in handy. How about the jam, love? Would you like jam too?” She opened the jam. I realized that she had literally tightened all of the jars in the fridge so that I couldn’t open them myself. “You know the thing about having sixteen inch arms?” 
   “Tell me,” I answered, mouth dry.
   “Fifteen inch forearms.” She held out her meaty, veiny arms and rolled her fists until those forearms bulged.   “Oh, good morning, sunshine!” she said to my rock hard cock, which had just appeared from behind my robe and was practically poking her in the eye.  Gripping my cock with her forearm flexed, she took me in her mouth and touched herself until we both came.
   Then there was the Saturday after a long night of her power fucking me when I dragged myself into the kitchen and discovered that  my commercial grade espresso machine, which had to weigh more than a hundred pounds, was gone. 
   “What the fuck?” I looked at her.  She was wearing a white tank that was completely soaked through with sweat; her nipples were hard and I swear I could see the veins bulging in her pecs. She’d already finished her first workout of the day and she smelled like it too. Her sweat had taken on a muskier odor since she started the Androgel.    
   “Good morning, honey. You looking for your machine? I decided we should keep it put away just to give us a little more counter space.”  She walked over to the cabinet above the fridge, which I could barely even reach, took it down like it was nothing and placed it gently on the counter, her biceps bulging. “I know that shelf is a little high for you but I’m not going anywhere. I’ll take a latte if you’re making them. God, I’ve got to take this sweaty thing off,” she said, tossing it to the ground, waiting for some sign from me of either lust or fear. She had to be fucking growing:  her lats looked super beefy, her pecs were two steal plates, and her abs were thick, veiny ridges. Hey, have you gotten a load of these babies lately?” she said, throwing her arms up into a double biceps.  “They’re growing.”
   They were looking fucking huge, big, round suckers that seemed to bulge in all directions, so big they cast a shadow on the rest of her arm. They must have grown at least an inch.  My cock said hello again.
   “Oh, there you are, good morning sunshine!” she said, giving it a squeeze. “Let me know if you need anything else.”  She winked.
   Then there was the  time she  followed me out to the garage when  I needed to change a tire on my Mini Cooper.  She was wearing booty shirts and a workout bra that between her tits and her lats had its work cut out for it.  “You sure you don’t need my help?”
   “I got it,” I said.  I took the tire out of the trunk and was about to set the jack when the front of the car left the ground.
   “No, I got it,” she said, lifting the car so high that she held it in a half curl, biceps and delts bulging, those veiny cobra traps climbing up behind her ears.  “Good thing it’s a small car.”
   I stared at her, stunned at her sheer mass and power, my cock climbing down the leg of my sweat pants, harder than a tire iron.
    “Are you going to change that tire or not?”
   I saw her clothes hit the garage floor as I was tightening the bolts. Nothing made her hornier than her own displays of power.  And just thinking of her hovering over me like that, all that power and swole muscle, just waiting to grab me and carry me  to the closest fucking spot, made my cock burn.
   There were also less creative moments, feats of pure physical prowess.  One time I was working on a deadline for a client in the Middle East, and she walks in butt naked with this crazy look in her eyes.
   “Not a good time,” I said.
   “Take a break.”
   She grabbed my chair by the handles, threw it above her so that my lap was on her shoulder and carried me upstairs. Why upstairs? No reason, we fuck all over the house.  No reason except to show she could. She dumped me onto the bed and then climbed up over me.  “Be a good husband and take care of this first,” she said, touching her red, swollen clit, which had pushed out from between her lips. 
   “Whoa.” I said, my eyes widening at the sight of it.
   “It’s all growing, honey,” she said matter of factly as she lowered it into my mouth. 
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Re: ANDROGEL CHANGED MY LIFE
« Reply #21 on: April 28, 2021, 08:13:27 am »
Oh, yes! I love the descriptions of domination, of just taking him whenever she wants!

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Re: ANDROGEL CHANGED MY LIFE
« Reply #22 on: April 30, 2021, 08:38:24 pm »
Thanks guys!  Glad you're into it.  Here's another segment for your weekend pleasure.  Let me know if it's working for you.
All of which began to make me rethink my Androgel strategy. As much as her muscles and power were turning me on, I was worried about where we were headed.  And as much as I hated the idea of my testicles atrophying, my wife was already more man than I was. And let’s be honest, she was loving it, the direction she was headed couldn’t have been more obvious. She was a natural born domme and she liked to dominate not by fear or cosplay but by pure physical prowess.  Until now her displays of strength had been provocative but also mostly erotic; what would happen to me if she really decided to show me who was boss? If instead of being the enlightened ruler of her kingdom, she became the despot? The stronger she got, the weaker and less in control I felt.
   I decided a doctor’s visit was in order.  I asked whether there was a way to just you know, gain like fifty pounds of muscle and then wean myself off the stuff. He answered that it was a process, but it could be done.
   And so it began.  I started working out every day again, twice a day when I had the time. I doubled my calories. The results were dramatic, I put on ten pounds of muscle in the first month, but strangely, wifey barely seemed to notice. Even walking around shirtless got no response from her. Either she didn’t notice…or she just didn’t care.   
   One Saturday morning, after mentioning something to me about needing to do some gardening, I spotting her carrying a boulder in our backyard.  That’s right, a boulder.  These suckers had been craned in.
   “Honey?” I said. 
   “Just rearranging things a little. You know, change of pace. Wanna give me a hand?”
   “Nah. Just finishing my workout.” And just plain scared that I wouldn’t even be able to get the  smallest one off the ground.
   She got her arms around a huge one and lifted off the ground like it was a basketball.  Her traps and shoulders looked big and swole. “Okay, well don’t go anywhere. I’m working up an appetite,” she said, licking her lips.
   Was she sending me a message? Probably. I was getting the sense that this was all building towards something, some event that would change everything between us. She had spent months, ever since our arm wrestling match demonstrating to  me how big and powerful she was, but she had done nothing yet to definitively demonstrate once and for all my physical inferiority.  And with me doing my stacks and cycles, I was in no rush; I figured the longer I could put that moment off the better my chances were.  I had gained twenty pounds in the six weeks since I started, and had I been with any other woman I would have been feeling pretty good about myself,  but it was obvious that she was still impossibly bigger, taller and stronger than I was.
   Even so, she made it a point to let me know. On the way to one of our many power fucks, she led me by the cock to the scale. “How about we do a little unofficial weigh in? I need to check my progress. And I’m sure you want to know how much I weigh.”
   “You are looking incredible these days,” I said, fondling her bulging pecs, which I was particularly fond of.
   “You go first,” she said.
   “That’s okay, I don’t need to weight myself,” I said.  I didn’t need any extra humiliation.
   “Come on, honey, it’s not a competition.”
   “It’s not? It sure seems like it.”
   “Would you just get on the fucking scale?” she said. Her face got a little red and I could tell she was losing her patience. She rarely raised her voice with me and she never hit me, (although once in a while she did get unnecessarily rough), but with all the testosterone running through those veins, I didn’t want to test her. I got on the scale.
   “195 pounds! Honey, you’ve put on some size, that’s so exciting. Let me see those arms.”  I threw up a double biceps.
   She squeezed and poked my arms as if I were an offering from the butcher.  She felt my pecs and then pinched my nipples for good measure. “You’ve made some big progress.” She was being totally condescending of course. Without weighing herself, she already knew exactly how much bigger she was. 
   “My turn?” She stepped on the scale. 
   “213 pounds!” I gasped.
   She smiled proudly. “Two more pounds this week.  And look at how lean I am. I’m probably carrying thirty more pounds of muscle than you are.”
   “Not that anyone’s keeping track.”
   She gave me an amused look and crabbed down into a most muscular pose that made my hair stand on end and made my cock grow an inch reaching for her.  For good measure, she growled. “I’m a total fucking beast aren’t I? I think it’s almost time for the rematch.”
   “You look totally fucking incredible, babe. I wouldn’t stand a chance.”
   It didn’t take much a whole lot of advanced math to figure out that even though I was gaining faster than she was and taking way more junk, I was at least three months away from having any chance of catching her.
   And then, maybe a month later, the moment arrived.  I had just gotten out of the shower after my morning workout and was about to sit down at the computer when she walked in smelling like a gym locker room.  A male gym locker room. Her tank was absolutely soaked through, there wasn’t a dry spot to be found anywhere, and it stuck to her breasts and swole, beefy pecs like saran wrap.  Her booty shorts had gotten so tight on her big legs that it looked they were about to cut off her circulation.  How do I  begin to describe the specimen standing in front of me? Her delts were huge and got ropey as they tied into her upper arms. The biceps unflexed were a big vascular bulge from her elbow to her armpits. Her lats seemed to push cotton in all directions, I could see the striations near her arm pits, and the sweep of bulging thighs matched the breadth of her back. Her legs were so big and ripped and defined that I could count the quadriceps.
   “Looking good, honey,” I said, barely disguising the fear in my voice.
   “Ready for a little fun?”
   My stomach dropped.  “Aren’t you tired? Work has been really busy this week, how about we wait until Sunday?” That would give me another six days to get stronger; not near enough to catch her obviously, but I figured every little bit helped.
   “Now,” she said, sticking her hand down my pants and kissing me with wet lips. “It’s time.” She took my by the hand and led me into the living room. All of the furniture had been moved to the walls and in its place was a wrestling mat.
   “Oh come on, honey, I just showered. I’ve got work to do. How about I just suck you off and we wrestle later?”
   “You can shower again with me when we’re done. Come on, this won’t take long. You’ll be back to work in half an hour.”  She took off her shirt and tossed it to the ground. She was impossibly lean, all muscle on top of muscle on top of muscle. I could even see the little hooked bulge where the lats joined her back, and I’ve never seen abs like that in my life.  Her ass was so big and round that its striated ridges bulged out way beyond her waist, which was somehow still as small as ever. “I’ll pose for you later,” she said winking. She was watching me take her in.
   “Honey, I’m sorry, I really can’t do this right now. I’ve got—” That was when she rushed me. She grabbed me under the arms lifted me in the air and tossed me. I flew five feet before I hit the mat.  I was on my feet in no time, facing her the way you’d face a rabid tiger.  She cracked up. “Wow, honey, that was impressive. So you’re ready now?”
   “Not like I have much of a choice. You could have at least showered first.”
   She laughed again and took a big whiff of her underarm. “That’s what power smells like honey.”
   “I’ll tell you what, honey, I’ll give you a choice. If you really don’t want to wrestle me, I’ll let you get down on your knees, lick the soles of my feet, and pledge fealty to your king.”
   “Fuck  you.”
   “King, you get that?”
   “Got it. Very subtle.”
   She laughed. “Baby, this is going to be so much fun. Are you ready?”
   She lunged and got her hand around the back of my neck and then with that one hand she started to pull me towards the mat. She was too strong to resist; I tried to grab her around the waist on the way down but her arms were too long. She slammed me into the mat face first.
   “Ooh, ouch.  That must have hurt.” She jumped on my back and started slowly dry humping my ass. “I should pull your pants down. I could pin you in five seconds,” she whispered, licking my ear.
   “Do it then, get it over with.”
   “Nah, what fun would that be?”  She lifted me to my feet.  “Another round.”
   We circled each other. I already knew I had no chance going for her legs so I went for her shoulders instead. I know it sounds counter-intuitive, but that way with her arms extended where she was least powerful, at least I had a shot.  She started pushing  me towards the bay window. I got lower in order to get leverage, but she was still just way too fucking strong. She smiled at me.  “Isn’t this fun?” She wasn’t even straining. Suddenly she yanked me towards her and got me in a bear hug, my head squeezed between her breasts. I pounded my fists on her back but it was like punching a steal wall. She was putting pressure on my ribs and her vicious body odor was making me lightheaded. It reminded me of those moments in superhero movies where the superhero realizes that the villain is far too strong. I heard my spine crack in like three places.
   “Ooh, that didn’t sound good.”
   “Cheaper than a chiropractor.” Joke aside, she was exerting so much force on my spine that I thought she was going to break me. I had never experienced strength like that.
   She leaned her head forward and whispered in my ear. “I love you baby.”
   All of a sudden my back was against her chest and that big bicep of hers was around my windpipe.  She started to squeeze. I was yanking at her arm but I couldn’t move her at all. Then she lifted me off the ground.  She was laughing. “Let’s see you wiggle your way out of this one,” she said. “Who’s your daddy? Tell me.”
   I was gasping for air. She knew and I knew that I had maybe a minute before the lights went out.  “Time to go to sleep, little husband,” she whispered.
   What she didn’t know is that I had one more trick in my bag. Using all my strength, I leaned into her arm to get my feet back on the ground. Then I yanked down  and bent over. I felt her arm release and she was airborne. She landed with a thud flat on her back.  You should have seen the look of shock on her face.
   I pounced on her and I mean pounced, jump and landed on her with all my weight. I was going to give everything I had to to finish that muscle beast off.  I grabbed her by the wrists and even though she was stronger, I used my leverage to force her arms to the floor.  She resisted but it was no use. After I pinned her, I pounded my chest and screamed like Tarzan.  Somehow, I had done the impossible.  “Who’s your daddy? Say it!”
   I thought it was going to make her angry like when we arm wrestled, but she didn’t seem to have any fight left.  She looked utterly humiliated.
   “Say it,” I said.  “I want to hear you say it, honey.”
   “You are.”
   “Damn straight.”  I got up and threw my arms up into my own not so shabby double biceps. My dick was hard enough to cut diamonds. “Shower time,” I said, grabbing her hand and lifting her off the mat.
   We were almost to the stairs when I had an idea.  I ripped off my shorts and showed her my rock hard cock.  “On your knees,” I said.
   It obviously pained her but she did what she was told.
   “Kiss my feet.”
   She complied, lovingly.
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« Reply #23 on: May 03, 2021, 04:02:48 pm »
Hey  y'all, looks like this story is losing its audience.  Here are a couple more segments but if you're still reading, please make sure to let me know.  This shit takes too much time to write to continue without an audience. 
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   I have no idea what things would have been like if she’d won that match, but I can tell you they weren’t great after she lost. It was like I had broken her, which seemed so strange to me considering the fact that if we’d just kept wrestling, best of seven let’s say, she would have won the next four and not just won but embarrassed me. She was that much stronger. I didn’t dominate her, I caught her by surprise.  She had to know that too, it was obvious.  But her surrender, her submission to me, was total. She didn’t complain about my victory the way she had last time, she didn’t try to show off or prove anything  or even set herself up for the next competition, she just stopped. She stopped working out, stopped running, she even stopped stealing my Androgel. She rarely even brushed her hair any more. The only thing she kept doing was eating. I told her, I said, “Dana”—that was her name, Dana—“you can’t keep eating that way if you’re not doing anything to burn calories. You’re just going to get fat.”
   Her response? “So what?”
   And that’s what happened. She got fatter, and fatter, and fatter.  But what did it matter? She just wore sweats all day, so the only one that noticed was me. And she felt so ashamed of her body that she didn’t want to sleep with me any more.  Oh sure, she’d still take care of my needs, that woman knew her way around my cock  and she always swallowed, but she wouldn’t even take her clothes off in front of me. I’d catch a glimpse of her in the shower once in a while and let me tell you, it was not a pretty sight. That crazy ripped muscle beast, she was gone, replaced by a blubbery middle-aged woman that I would never have even asked out if I saw her in the street.
   She disappeared for long stretches while I was working. Who knows what she was up to? At one point, I thought maybe she was cheating on me, but come on, the way she looked, the way she felt about herself, who would she possibly have slept with? And who would possibly have wanted to sleep with her?
   And then I found out from my office that they wanted to send me to Australia for six months. They had an NGO client there that wanted an assessment of their entire industry and insisted on having someone on the ground.  I thought about taking her with me. She wasn’t doing anything and there was a two week mandatory quarantine so it’s not like it would have been convenient for her to come for a visit.  But then I thought: why would I want to do that? She was obviously miserable and she was making me miserable. I began to think that this trip could be a much needed break for the two of us, a chance for us reassess our relationship, maybe to miss each other, and quite honestly— a chance for me to have a little fun for a change.  I couldn’t wait to see what Australia had to offer, and with my rocking new body, I felt great about my chances.
   She just nodded when I broke the news to her. “Maybe it’ll be good for us,” she said, without much conviction.
   At the airport, she gave me a hug that reminded me just how strong she still was. I guess muscles don’t just disappear.
    “I don’t expect you to be a monk while you’re away, babe. I know I haven’t been a lot of fun lately.” She squeezed my biceps. “And you’re looking so good.  Really. You should enjoy yourself. Just don’t tell me about it, you know how jealous I am.”
   We kissed goodbye and I started to walk away but she yanked me back. “Don’t forget about me, okay? I’m going to work hard on this while you’re away.  I want you to be happy with me again.” She pulled me towards her and really kissed me this time, pushing her tongue deep into my mouth. “Okay?” she whispered. “I promise.”




   Did I tell you about how Dana and I met?  I think I mentioned she was fit. Good athlete? But I can’t remember whether I told you how we met. We went to the same university and she just happened to be in my dorm. She was definitely attractive, I mean I noticed her, how could you not, tall blonde, big brown eyes, the most beautiful  tits and ass…but I was self-conscious about my height and never got up the courage to do anything about it. Then Spring rolled around, and I saw her in shorts. She had some serious quads on her, like nothing I’d ever seen before, big bulges over the knees and cuts along the side, and I mean, I had never really seen muscles on a girl?  Let’s just say I noticed and it got my blood flowing.  I found out she was a field hockey player so I showed up at a game. It wasn’t that awkward, I mean they had a really good D-1 team, so there were always a handful of fans, but after one of the games, I just kind of awkwardly said something like “Hey, you live in my dorm, right?” She was the buffest chick on the team and I’d say she saw right through me but we never actually talked about it. She did say yes to ‘hanging out’ with me though, and after we were a couple, she wasn’t shy about showing me how strong she was. She squatted me, she scissored me to submission once, and once she even picked me up baby style and sucked my cock. But it wasn’t super weird or anything because I wasn’t a weakling or anything. She had little biceps too and loved to find a good excuse to flex them.  That got me excited even though mine were still bigger. I mean she was super into it too, I guess that’s how I knew she was dominant, but as you can see, it’s still a little hard for me to admit it.
   Two weeks in quarantine was rough. They literally don’t let you leave your room, and outside of work, there wasn’t a lot to do. I rented a bike and couple of 50 pound dumbbells.  And I watched a lot of porn.  My porn tastes had definitely changed.  I used to be into tits and ass, but now I kept finding myself looking for buff chicks.  I tried to like the fitness and physique chicks, but fitness definitely wasn’t doing it for me and my tastes seemed to be trending towards the ones with the biggest muscles, preferably with tits too; the ones that reminded most of what my wife used to look like.  Finally I gave up on that mission and just checked out the bodybuilders.  Even then, it was the biggest ones, the Monique Jones and Irene Andersens and Nataliya Kuznetsovas of the world, that got me most excited. Could it be that at her best she was as big and strong as they were? Nataliya was the only one that weighed more. Or used to.
   As soon as I got out of quarantine, I joined a bodybuilding gym. I timed it so that I would start my last cycle right after quarantine, so the plan was to hit it very hard, get my weight up into that 230 zone, and get laid by as many buff chicks as I could. It took time, of course. You can’t come into a gym and just start hitting on women or you’ll get written off as a perv. Unfortunately, I was drawn to the tall ones, and even though I was looking pretty good, my height always put me at a disadvantage.  There were a couple of beautiful workout buddies in their 30’s that seemed to be open to me.  They looked pretty serious about bodybuilding, and one of them, Kat, a brown haired beauty with blue eyes, was benching 185 and liked showing off her biceps in the mirror. Like a lot. There was another woman I was really interested in, but she was all business, didn’t talk to anyone when she was working out. I guessed she was probably spoken for. She looked to be just a drop taller than me, 5’ 9” if I had to guess, blonde, big brown eyes, early 40’s; she was by far the strongest woman in the gym. She benched 285, curled 45s for reps and squatted 450. I was a little stronger but she wasn’t far behind me.
   Kat was a lot of fun.  She had a great sense of humor, she could outdrink me and she could definitely out-fuck me; we had one sleepless night where she literally took me seven times. I kept waking up with my cock in her mouth. She complained that the drugs made her a little sex crazy but admitted that she also kinda loved it.  She loved flexing for me, loved when I admired her muscles.  Some nights before we fucked,  I’d spend an hour oiling and massaging her body; it was the most sensual foreplay I ever had, drove her fucking nuts too.  One night, I got up the nerve to ask her how big she wanted to get.  Most women, especially the bodybuilders, hate that question, because they can’t answer it, but she was straight up.
    “Huge,” she said.  “Does that bother you?”
   “I love muscles. But, like, bigger than me?”
   She looked me up and down. “You’re a pretty big guy. But…” she paused to massage my biceps.  “I wouldn’t mind having arms bigger than these. It’s going to take me a few years but…”
   I got between her legs and sucked her twat then and there. I remember being so freaked out by my wife surpassing me, and here I was totally turned on by the idea of Kat doing the same thing.  What was happening to me? 
   I found myself thinking about my wife more and more as the days passed. I would check in with her once a week or so.  I wanted to see her, see whether she really was working on her body again, but she  refused to do the video thing. “I want you to be surprised, honey,” she’d say. “But don’t worry, I think you’re going to be a very happy man when you come home.” I was just as coy, telling her that I thought she’d be happy too.
   A couple of months later, the big blonde finally talked to me.  I had been trying as hard as I could not to watch her when she worked out, I hate being a perv, but I’m sure she noticed that I found her distracting.  She was just getting on her motorcycle as I walked out.  Her hair was still wet from showering. “You’re looking good in there,” she said to me, looking me up and down. She was wearing jeans that looked like they were about to pop and a white cycling jersey that was so tight I could see her entire breasts underneath, nipples denting the fabric like thumb tacks.  The pec muscle cleavage had to be a half an inch deep and the arms were just like Dana’s used to be. She’d never worked out in anything remotely as revealing and let me tell you, she was breathtaking.
   “You too,” I said, and must have blushed. I was so nervous I forgot all about hiding the tent in my shorts, and she was polite enough not to mention it.
   She smiled. “I didn’t think you noticed. Hungry? Want to come to my place for lunch?”
   “I haven’t showered or anything.”
   “Shower at my place. I’ve got sweats that’ll fit you.”
   She opened her saddlebag and handed me a helmet.
   “Do you always carry an extra?” I asked out of curiosity.
   “Nope.”
   I wrapped my arms around her waist and leaned into her back. She was rock hard everywhere. 
   She attacked me as soon as we walked in the door. She was as dominant as she looked, had her hands all over my ass and down my pants and then threw me over her shoulder after we made out, tossing me on her bed. She looked almost as good as Dana naked, not quite as ripped but almost as big and just as horny.
   “What took you so long?”
   She laughed. “I try to avoid sleeping where I shit. But you’re very much my type.”
   “What’s your type?”
   “Younger, my height or smaller, very well hung.”
   My eyes widened. “How old are you?”
   “You’re not supposed to ask that, but that’s okay. I’m 58.”
   “Holy crap, you look amazing. I thought you were maybe 40.”
   “I take care of myself. And I swear, the junk makes me younger.  I have more of a sex drive now than I did when I was twenty five. l love cock.  How big is yours? Seven and half inches? ”
   “That sounds about right.”
   She squeezed. “Thick too.  I’ve had bigger and smaller. I fucked one guy with a twelve inch cock once. I’m not joking, I actually measured it, I never even thought it was possible for a guy to have a cock that big. Took a photo of it for my scrapbook. It was beautiful, I had a great time licking it, but babe, let me tell you even a woman my size can’t handle that. And six inches is too small for me; them ones never get invited back. Seven and a half, eight is right in my sweet spot. ”
   “You sound like a connoisseur of cock,” I cracked.
   “I know what I like. And I don’t mind telling you you have very, very nice one. I love thick; that baby is almost as thick as coke can. Your wife is a lucky woman.”
   “So wait…you’ve been checking out my package in the gym? You seemed like you were all business in there.”
   “I always size men up before I take them. When it comes to cocks, I swear I’ve got X-ray vision, rarely make mistakes. I’m just subtle about it. You have no idea how much your cock was powering my workouts. I was so horny by the time  I came onto you that if you’d said no, I would have taken you anyhow. I do that sometimes, you know. I already jerked off in the shower.”
   I loved the mouth on her. The way she talked, it got me hard just listening to her. So macho. That never turned me on before Dana got huge, but now it turned it me on more than anything. Her name was Diane. She was divorced, two kids, all grown. Her husband couldn’t handle the bodybuilding and they got divorced around the time that her muscles got bigger than his. She was naturally dominant too, and she couldn’t help but lord it over him, make him feel feminine and weak. She regretted that it hurt him, but she realized she also loved doing it.  In other words, she was perfect for me.
   Diane didn’t want a relationship, which was fine by me, so I kind of my split my time between her and Kat.  Kat was all handsy at the gym, which I found a little embarrassing, but the look on Diane’s face told me she could care less; she was getting just what she wanted. Although I did notice that she tended to do a lot of flexing in my presence; she was bigger than Kat.
   Life was good, but I still missed Dana.  She sounded good when I spoke to her, like she’d overcome whatever depression she was suffering from and was ready for me to come home. 
   The last month was the toughest of all.  My body was looking unbelievable. I was weighing in around 232, my goal being to get to a shredded 230 by the time I got home, and I was pretty much on target to get there.  The sex was ridiculous; there was some days where I fucked both of them. In the mean time, Kat was growing like crazy, which I happened to find incredibly hot. She had gotten her bench up to 250 and her back looked just insane cranking slow power reps on the pull up bar; she was pushing 200 pounds at 5’ 5” and looking tight and dry and getting more dominant in bed too. She was also getting pretty competitive at arm wrestling, which got her going as much as it did me. Diane? She was looking a lot like Dana. Too much like Dana. I guess seeing Kat grow made her want to grow too. Obviously she knew she had the green light with me.  I was afraid to even ask her how much she weighed and trying my hardest not to get too attached. I was counting the days before my flight.
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Re: ANDROGEL CHANGED MY LIFE
« Reply #24 on: May 03, 2021, 05:26:59 pm »
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Re: ANDROGEL CHANGED MY LIFE
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You definitely have an audience. Keep up the good writing

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« Reply #26 on: May 03, 2021, 08:40:01 pm »
I'm still here!  :)
I love how real you made Dana. I felt sorry for her when she went into a depression. I'm wondering how she's doing while he's away. And I like that he's becoming more and more attracted to big, dominate women!
He better watch out though, Dana giving him the green light to go fool around may come back to haunt him.....

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Keep up the great writing. Karma +

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I don't post often, but I've for sure been keeping up with this story.  One of my favorites lately.  The audience is still there. :bravo:

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Definitely still here! It's a great story keep it up!

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