#1st STORY: [saladin] "Jen"

[saladin]

Hello, my first post.

I've been so frustrated about never finding that fantasy while chatting online just right, there is always compromise and it's not as fun as it could be. So I decided to write a story that would suit what I liked, as well as stay true to the dream girls that focused in it. Admittedly, even I was surprised that it ended up being girl - on - girl, but I'm happy with how it started as well as progressed. I'm going to put it in one scene at a time in order to make it easier to read. It ended up being twenty written pages and around four typed pages so far. So by all means, enjoy. It does aim to please and gets very hot once it gets going. I hadn't originally set out to share it, but all of you have been great about posts - its time I contributed.

[saladin]

Jen  studied her body in the mirror, not for the first time. Scrutinizing every curve, she saw what the contractor for the shoot had been talking about.
She was too skinny.
He had promised to look at her portfolio again, mainly because she knew her trade and figured she was worth another look later.
Modeling wasn't just about looking pretty for the camera. It was hair, makeup, poise, understanding how to respond for the photographer, even how to pull attention from problem spots on her body- but, what did she do if the problem was her body?
She wasn't all that tall, about 5'6, so runway modeling was out. She did all right with her online site, but it was quickly becoming softcore porn. Not that she had a problem with porn, she just wanted other things too.
The web site kept her well funded, but her heart just wasn't in it anymore. She was bored.
And now, she had been turned down for a gig, but to be fair, it was fitness modeling.
Unlike what she was used to, which was being a size zero and wearing some sexy outfit – fitness modeling required a more muscular physique. Jen had always preferred girls over men anyway, but she liked the healthy glow and sexy lines of physique models. They also worked into their thirties, even some had gone much longer. And Jen wanted to work.
Turning back to the mirror, she posed and flexxed like she had seen some muscle guys do in the muscle magazines she had purchased for research. She frowned as she barely saw a rise from her bicep. Her calves were well enough in heels, but then she had been wearing them for fourteen hours a day for seven years and, not to mention, jogging every morning.
She wasn't a wimp, she just wasn't buff either.

[saladin]

Jen pulled open the gleaming glass and steel door, struggling against the heavy wind. She could feel her hundred pound frame straining against the cold wind of Canada's west coast. Taking care to not get her purse caught, she looked over the exapnsive and brightly lit space. Complicated equipment and people wearing shorts and tight compression shirts moved machine to machine totally focused on their workouts.
She was wearing her comfy clothes with her hair in efficient ponytail. Her sweater was loose but flattering in color; her jeans not quite able to hide the fact that her legs were traffic stopping. The two inch block heeled shoes allowing her the vanity of perking her butt to look tight.
She walked up to the counter while a man who easily outweighed her twice over walked away, she had never seen such size! Most of the guys she worked with were slim or effeminate men who tried to emulate her body style.
She felt her breathing catch, oh my god, as watched him move to the weights. She was sure he could move a small car without breaking a sweat. She took off her sunglasses and tried to get the pretty blonde's attention. The blonde's deep blue eyes met Jen's earthy brown own.
“Welcome to World Gym, can I help you?” she asked perkily. Jen was about to just ask for the membership rep when she was the blonde's arms, veins covered her forearms and her upper arms seemed equally bursting against the short sleeves of her polo.
“....Wow...umm, you look ummm... strong” Jen smiled disarmingly as she realized how goofy she sounded.
The blonde, her id stated “Holly”, smiled and flexed her bicep. “Perk of the job,” she pumped it a few times teasingly, “the guys love them,” she whispered conspiratorially. Jen found herself giggling in response, imagining herself with arms like that. It would qualify as “fitness model”.

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Jen sat in the leather chair trying not to drool. This guys was gorgeous! Tall, tanned, and handsome. His muscled body probably had a few tattoos, Jen was trying to form sentences that didn't make her look like a brainless bimbo while her imagination burned with the image of being rammed from behind by this hunk in a steamy shower. “So will you be training me?” Obviously, she was failing.
He laughed, as if it was not the first time he had heard that. “No, but I'm sure that we can find someone great for you.”
She mock-pouted as she flashed a flirty smile. “So, show me around?”

Jen had never felt more insecure in her life. She had done a shoot wearing only whipped cream and dangling a cherry stem from her teeth, but this made her feel little and pathetic.
These women were amazing! Curling weight that she knew she couldn't even lift, let alone for reps. Her handsome tour guide, Drew, seemed to catch her body language.
“Jen, that woman over there is a fitness pro,” he motioned to another, “Marla is fitness competitor on the national level. Give yourself a chance.”
She tried to put on a brave face and just look at the gym, but they were still intimidating. Even the smallest woman among them looked like she could crack her over their knee like a tried twig.

[saladin]

Jen sat and signed the endless membership documents. She had a few errands but should return tonight after picking up the appropriate clothes.
Drew was going over the paperwork and copied her credit card information, “Ok, Jen, you are good to go.” Drew guided her out protectively, knowing that she felt literally outgunned.
*
Jen's tight sports bra and shorts showed just how beautiful she was. Leaving nothing to the imagination, her brand new bright pink cross trainers squeaked across the tile as she walked to the carpeted free weights area. Taking a pair of small equally radiant pink two pounders from the rack, she tried to approximate what she saw on the diagrams, but really didn't know what to do. She heard someone moving behind her and saw Holly. Holly was reaching for a pair of 25s. Her biceps firmed up as she hefted them. Jen blushed as looked over Holly's body. Her ripped t-shirt was torn across her midriff- solid abs stacked like bricks framed by granite obliques.  She was extremely feminine, especially with the amount of strength in her tight frame. As Holly moved to the middle of the training area, Jen saw that her shirt declared “Train like a Girl!”. Holly's height was only an inch or two over her own, but Jen swore that as she pumped her size increased.
As Holly completed her sets and walked back, Jen approached her meekly. Holly smiled brilliantly as she saw her. “Hey newbie,” she teased, but looked empathetic as she how Jen was holding herself. “What's wrong?”
Jen explained that she didn't really know what to do and was hoping for some tips. Holly was happy to help and even offered to train her.
Holly helped her stretch first and asked, “so what kind of goals are you trying for?” Jen motioned to the mirror at Holly's reflection. “I want that.”

[saladin]

Jen smiled brightly as she pulled the formerly heavy front door to the gym open, the wind blowing harder than before but Jen hardly noticed it. Though her arms weren't muscled, her strength had readily improved. Jen hadn't physically changed too much, but she felt more energetic, plus she had been so thin before that she both felt and thought her body was evening out and getting more healthy curves.
She moved to the free weights after stretching, Holly would be late today so she would get warmed up without her. Her hands traced the hand weights: twos, fives, tens....
Jen hefted the 10s and started in on them to warm up her arms. Funny, she thought, these are practically nothing. Going through the motions, she saw her friend coming down the aisle. “Hey sexy girl”, said Holly, Jen grinned back, “Hi, Power Girl.”
They pushed through the workout, Holly giving her progressively harder goals every day. By the end of it, Jen was legging seventy pounds on the press, benching fifty and curling the fifteens. Holly high fived her as they finished up. “Not bad for a week, Jen.”
*
Jen's friend Allie struggled with her ketchup bottle, trying to open it. Jen was talking, but reached over the table and took it. With a slight flex of her forearm, she easily popped the seal and handed it back to her.
“Thanks, She-Ra,” commented the pasty white goth girl. Jen rolled her eyes, “Whatev,” but she knew that Allie wouldn't stand a chance in arm wrestling against her. Even Holly was impressed, Jen was commonly using the twenties now compared to Holly's twenty-fives. Her olive skin was a glowing healthy tan in direct contrast to her friend's complexion. She even had a little peak on her bicep, though her real size in her arms was due to Holly pushing her on the tricep kick backs. She knew her abs were hardening under her t-shirt and that she had to wear sneakers because in heels her calves might threaten to pop seams on her tight jeans. All in all, Jen was up from 5'6 at 105 to a respectable 115 in a week and a half.
Holly said she had to be an “easy gainer”, Jen just thought it was funny to be happy about gaining pounds so fast given her profession. Her hair had been long to begin with, but now it was on turbo- easily reaching her ass. She had seen actual muscle tone along her back and she absolutely loved how tight her butt was!

[saladin]

She and Holly sat with their hair in rollers as they played in Jen's modeling closet. A bottle of wine sat on a side table, the glasses next to it to make sure that flying clothes didn't make a spill.
“How did you fit into this?” Holly held up a very brief lingerie set.
“That was a while back!” She protested,hoping Holly wouldn't know she had posted those pics not a month and a half ago- It seemed so long back. Jen slid off her top and unbuttoned her booty shorts, both had tight when she had barely tipped the scale at 100, now at 135, Jen was afraid they would bust! They weren't all that well made and she knew that her lats were almost too much for the tube top.
“Omigod!” Holly held up a fishnet dress. “That is so sexy, what did you wear under it?”
“Nothing.” Jen smiled, she had enjoyed that shoot. Two fishnet tops and her silver “slut” heels.
“Dare you!” Holly giggled as she tossed the dress to her hostess.
“Oh, you bitch!” Jen giggled in response as she caught the pink fishnet. “There's no way!”
“Well, I'd say it wasn't my fault,but..”
Jen blushed, her physique was without a doubt very fit now. Though not as buff, in her opinion, as Holly's. She equalled her in sheer lifting power, in fact she had been holding back from hitting more than her trainer- but she wouldn't be able to hide that much longer.  Jen's body was still very shapely but also ripped and taut. She had experimented with curling forties when Holly had been off and about, and was stunned by how light it was. She was also pushing 5'8 now, though she had no idea why. Her upper body had a brutal V-taper, from her lean twenty-two inch waist (one inch on each side extra than her earlier twenty inches) to a fierce forty inch lat spread (thirty-four C had been her chest before she started working out so hard). Holly laughed again as Jen spied her other purple fishnet dress and an idea.

[saladin]

Holly pulled her head though the head hole as she could feel her arms straining the long sleeves. They were looped through her thumbs to keep from pulling back past her forearms. She slid it past her trim waist, Holly was 5'8 and right at 142 and looked every inch a hottie.
Jen worked on her makeup and spoiled her with doing her hair, Holly hadn't been this glammed up for a while. She then slid on Jen's lucite clear stillettos, which comically had a gold fish “swimming” in the platforms under her toes. They were dramatic in height, Jen called them slut shoes but walked in them like a pro. Holly only wore three inches max being already tall for a woman. These eight inch towers were amazing, she stood 6'4 in them, While Jen readied herself, Holly got practice walking in them.
As Holly carefully navigated Jen's house, she passed a mirror in the living room. Omigod, she thought, I'm gorgeous. Holly knew she was pretty and could pull off the fit girl look, but this – Wow- Jen knew her stuff with the clothes and makeup.
Jen casually walked out in some white funky heels, also platforms but with a spike that blew away most men's phallic imaginations. “What are those, eights?”
“Nine and a halfs.” Jen walked as easily as Holly did in flats. Jen put the wine and the glasses on the coffee table, having no trouble with balance. Holly was envious, “God, I'd break my ankles.” she said.
Jen just blew it off, “You get used to it” Holly looked over Jen's outfit. The pastel fishnet mini-dress covered from neck to ass, barely. Jen tugged down on it again, “It used to go down mid-thigh.”
“Well, you've had a few changes.” Holly wasn't kidding, Jen seemed to never plateau – ever! She just lifted, put on the muscle and kept going. Her luxurious hair cascaded down to her midthigh. Her legs were hot! Butt? Amazing. Hell, she even looked taller! Though it could be those towers of lust she was wearing. Jen walked next to Holly to check herself in the big mirror. She didn't think Jen had checked lately, but she thought she had to be in the 140s. Maybe it was because in these high heels, Jen still topped her by two inches. 6'6!
Holly's ex-boyfriend wouldn't make it to her chin in this outfit.
Which made her wet just thinking about it.

[saladin]

Jen hadn't felt this sexy in a while and her well honed instincts as a make up artist and all around girly-girl hadn't failed either. The fishnet dress was extremely tight and barely her rump.
She could feel her muscular body straining the dress- this was going to be fun.
“Maybe, we should go lift like this.” Jen joked.
Holly giggled, imagining the amount of testosterone filled erections they would cause. Holly turned and studied her from the rear in the reflection. Trying to keep up with her protege had caused to gain some size too. Her shoulders were noticeably broader and her arms had pumped up bigger when Jen had started on the forties. It was tough to keep up. But it helped having someone like her to push Holly's limits. She started to flex out of habit, but Jen stopped her.
“Wait” and she smiled, “You'll love this.”
Jen reached for the remote to the sound system and selected a disc on the changer, “I'm bringing sexy back” blared on the speakers but she reduced it to background music.
She turned to Holly, “Now, watch this.” she reached for the baby oil. Holly raised an eyebrow as she watched Jen erotically oil up her body, she felt her nipples harden. Before she knew it, they were protruding between the mesh. Jen smiled an approving sexy grin and licked her lips. “Mmmmmmm.” She started to turn up the heat in all over her hard muscular form.
Holly felt her breathing get faster as she took in the vision of unbridled muscle sex oozing from her friend.
Jen finally handed the baby oil to Holly, “Now, you.”
Holly smiled and started to return the favor.

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Jen watched Holly rub the oil into her bulging arm, she didnt usually look all she-hulky like she did now, but Holly's arms in Jen's old purple dress had it gasping for mercy against Holly's peaks. She knew Holly had gained size over her body and Jen bit her bottom lip, aching to touch her.
Holly put her foot on the coffee table to rub her legs, Jen taking in how Holly's calves bulged out from the slutty eight inch heel, her forearms veiny from the tight fishnet sleeves. For all intents, the dresses left nothing to the imagination, the muscles in their bodies pushed the mesh apart so much that every sexy flexy detail was obvious.
“here-” Jen said huskily, “I'll get your back.” Both of Jen's nipples were poked hard and Holly licked her lips, hungry for some part of Jen in her mouth.
Jen couldn't believe how dense Holly's back was, it was like muscle layer on top of muscle layer on top of forged steel. Jen worked her way down to Holly's tight ass. “Oh, wow.” she said, feeling her hard cheeks, “ I love your butt.”
Holly gasped and leaning into the high table under the mirror, which only made Jen hotter. Holly's hot breathing gasps fogging up the mirror's surface. Jen moved Holly's waist length hair off her back, getting more aroused as she saw that Holly's nips were even harder – if thatwas possible. She could see veins running along Holly's arms, ready to burst.

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Holly started in on Jen's back and was astonished by the changes. Jen had this fragile waif not two and a half weeks ago, now she was a sexy amazon goddess. She looked in wonder as the muscle rippled under her silky skin like a succubus portraying a muscle girl fetish. Jen reached around to pull her hair over her shoulder, Holly's breath caught as she gazed at Jen's bicep blasting out of the mesh. Holly had no idea how it held against the cannonade of Jen's gun. My god, she thought, she has to have been holding back in the gym – how did she get this big?
Jen felt Holly's strong hand over he tight skin. Her sex was soaked and aching to have something in it. At this point, she was ready to jam a handweight bar into it.
Holly ran her hands along Jen's lower back, sure that Jen was squatting Hummers in her spare time. Moving down to her half covered butt, running her hands over her hard carved muscle.
Jen turned and gazed into Holly's blue eyes, batting her mascara enhanced lashes, “Ready for the foreplay?”

[saladin]

That's what I have transcribed right now, I should have the rest done by tomorrow or the next day.  No, it wasn't an intentional cliff hanger, but my girlfriend isn't a fan of my female muscle fetish so it's a bit challenging sometimes.
Again, I hope you like it so far.

[hard_at_it]

Damn this was good. Does the full story exist?

[Wookey]

K+ shame that story finished so soon

[jhunter]

Mice one shot, interesting format. The multiple posts though make it easy to read instead of long walls of text. Nice effort.