The unmistakable sound of a key being inserted into a door lock drove my mind back. I had been absorbed into my excel sheets for the last hour or so. It was probably Carol, my girlfriend, coming home from the gym. I checked the time on the lower right corner of my screen. Wow, was it that late? Time flew by, definitely.
Right after the door being opened, I heard Carol's sulky voice
"Hey, babe. You home?"
"Yeah, honey. In here. Just finishing up some work stuff"
Carol's footsteps were decisive as she came into my bedroom. I call it mine because technically she still lived at her College dorm, although I'd say she slept in my one bedroom apartment 5 to 6 days a week.
Our smiles met as our eyes crossed. She came over to the desk and gave me a quick kiss on the lips
"So, how was your day?"
"Very productive, actually. You know, home officing works for me"
"I know, I know" she giggled "I could never do it, though. I need to see people"
"And how was yours? You normally get here sooner"
"Yeah, the gym was packed today. You know, mondays. And summer is coming closer. People are trying to achieve what they didn't over the last nine months or so"
Carol was untying and remaking her ponytail, and I just couldn't help but stare a little. Her arms were beefy and filled with veins. And when I say beefy, what I mean is big. Like, really, big. It amazed me that she wasn't even flexing them.
You see, Carol and I met last year, when she was a freshman in College, and I was a senior. We hit it off as friends at first, and in a few months began dating. Carol had always been a fit girl, with her sports background from highschool and all. Not only that, but she had always been very disciplined, never skipping a workout, eating right and sleeping early. I could tell by the time I graduated that she had packed a few pounds, and they were 'good pounds'. However, over the last 4 or so months, she had taken this to another level. I had a feeling that she might have been using steroids, but I didn't know how to approach that subject with her without seeming self-conscious and maybe insecure. How could I tell my girlfriend that she was becoming muscular, more than me at least, without sounding like a complete wimp?
My first insight on this was a day when I woke up before her and, as I got myself ready to work, admired her. Carol was lying on her back, wearing nothing but thongs, and her back was fully exposed. I noticed that I could actually see the muscle lumps jumping up from her back, even with her completely relaxed like she was. Then, as the weeks passed, other signs became more visible. Carol's traps began to grow and her legs, always solid, now became thick enough to fill up some of her lose jeans. Steroids or not, she was packing up serious muscle. Tonight, in her pink sports bra and matching shorts, It was undeniable that Carol was buff everywhere. I managed to stop staring at her guns, only to fight against gazing at her solid six pack or her teardrop shaped thighs. Her body was completely overwhelming and a little intimidating, I must confess.
Carol's voice took me out of my trance
"Anyways, I'm gonna hit the shower, ok, hun?" She approached me again, placing both her palms on my desk as she leaned forward to give me another kiss, this time more passionate. I noticed that both her shoulders and triceps jumped out, naively. Her smell, a mixture of her citric cologne with her musky, dense sweat was inebriating. I could feel my dick tingling.
"Maybe you could join me soon" she smiled with a devilish, girly look.
"Yeah… I will… just let me finish this up, real quick ok?"
"Ok… just… don't take too long. I'll give you… seven minutes" she winked, giggling as she turned around and pulled up her sports bra over her head. Muscles on her V shaped back danced around as she did.
I sighed. Carol had indeed changed her body from the days when I was still in college. I wasn't still sure how that happened. As she turned on the shower and closed the bathroom door, my mind drove off to her evolution. I must confess, it was… weird, to say the least. Pound for pound, I couldn't help but think that she might be stronger than I was. Heck, I couldn't deny that at least she looked stronger. Carol's bulging muscles were visible, especially when she was coming from the gym. How should I react to that? Sometimes, like today, I felt intimidated. Sure, she was just fooling around, but should I 'disobey' her? And what she'd do? I must confess, the idea of her ordering me around, using just her looks to impose her will at me, since she never really threatened to do anything, was baffling. And yet, quite enticing. Did Carol realize she was this specimen? That her body would put many men, her man, to shame? Maybe she was oblivious about how her muscles stood next to my - non-existent - ones. And if so, should I bring this to light? How would she react to it? Maybe she'd dump me? As I wondered about the whole thing, I looked at my watch. Six minutes had gone by. I started undressing quickly, Just in case, I didn't want to disobey Carol's orders.
I was completely destroyed today. Killer, absolutely killer chest and shoulder workout. I don't think I could curl another pencil today, I thought as I inserted the key of Tom's apartment into the lock. The small living room was empty
"Hey, babe. You home?"
"Yeah, honey. In here. Just finishing up some work stuff". His voice came from the bedroom. I walked towards it and found Tom on his desk, his Lebron jersey too loose on him, his skinny arms typing something on his computer. I smiled as he smiled at me, at the same time. I couldn't avoid noticing that Tom was, indeed, a skinny man. Lucky for him, I liked that. I approached him and gave him a small kiss. From up this close, the difference between mine and his bodies was even more evident.
"So, how was your day?" I asked him
"Very productive, actually. You know, home officing works for me"
"I know, I know. I could never do it, though. I need to see people"
"And how was yours? You normally get here sooner"
There was an opening for me to introduce a subject that had been buffering in my mind for a while now, but still, it didn't feel right for me to bring it up. Perhaps if I gave a little push he'll say something
"Yeah, the gym was packed today. You know, mondays. And summer is coming closer. People are trying to achieve what they didn't over the last nine months or so" I told him as I started working on my ponytail. Not that it needed work, it was just a lame excuse to show off my pumped biceps. I knew they were looking big and strong, especially after such an intense session like I just had. I wanted Tom to bring up the subject of how my body was changing. You see, we had been dating for over a year now, but my goal of becoming a muscular, strong woman, a bodybuilder was way older than our relationship. Problem is I didn't tell him that when we began dating because I was afraid he'd run away, and now each day that went by made it harder and harder to discuss the subject. So, as my body packed up pound after pound and I became more and more muscular, it felt like we were both constantly ignoring the elephant in the room. Sure, he was staring at my guns right now, but still no word.
Let me go back a few years with you guys. I come from a small town, a town where men worked and got strong, and women stood at home. However, thanks to technology, everyone has access to all that is happening in the world. That's how, by the age of 13 or 14, I came to know about female bodybuilding, and that changed my life. I wanted to be one of those extremely muscular, strong women who could take over the world. I knew, however, that it was an impossible dream until I left my small minded hometown. So I did the best I could: joined the track team and cheerleading team. That way I could get familiar with weights and exercises as I kept my shape better than the regular kid. It did work out great, as I learned that I did have a few noticeable muscles back then, especially legs.
But it wasn't until I turned 18 and left for college that the next step of my plan could be initiated. The second I settled on campus, I looked for the gym. And from that day on, It was like a religion to me. In months, as I became more savant on the subject and acquainted with some of the male bodybuilders around, I gathered enough knowledge to start actually building up my body. That's more or less when I started dating Tom, then a senior.
By the time he graduated I had indeed added a few pounds of muscle and was quite happy, but I still craved for more. So, when Tom left college (and thankfully found a job and a small apartment near campus so we could keep dating and planning a life together) I made up my mind. I'd wait a few more months, but I'd gear up.
That's been going on for about four months now. Sure, I use a very small dosage since it's a 'secret' - although I know that people who are familiar with steroids can tell I'm on them - but even the small dosage I'm on already provided amazing results. Over these last months I felt my body getting bigger, stronger and shredded by the day. Nowadays, even when I'm in and off day and have absolutely no pump I still look big. I just love it. The one part I don't like is that I can't talk with Tom about it. I mean, how he'd feel if I came to him 'look, I'm already stronger than you, but I intend to get even bigger. How do you enjoy walking around with a muscular, powerful woman that everybody can clearly see that can kick your ass?'. It's not something that men usually take naturally.
"Anyways, I'm gonna hit the shower, ok, hun?" Even though he didn't say a word, I wanted to give him another push. Placing my palms on his desk, I deliberately flexed my triceps inches away from him. Who knows, the horseshoe shaped muscles would get him to say something, anything. As I did, I compared my arms to his. God, I was, indeed, way bigger than him by now. I loved it, to be honest. I just wanted him to assume and adjust to that.
"Maybe you could join me soon" I smiled at him
"Yeah… I will… just let me finish this up, real quick ok?"
"Ok… just… don't take too long. I'll give you… seven minutes" I winked at him. One of the perks of being on drugs is that my libido was over the top. Thank God my skinny boyfriend was up to the task on a daily basis.
I began my walk to the bathroom as I stripped out of my gym clothes. I entered the bathroom, turned on the shower and stared at myself. Not resisting, I gave my lats a little flare. I loved that hourglass shape my body had. Raising both arms, I flexed my biceps. They looked particularly big and vascular today. What would happen if Tom entered the bathroom right now? Maybe I should wait for him like this… but maybe not. It might scare him off. I sighed as I entered the shower.