Olympic Powercouple

[phil123]

Great story line and like to read more.

[Atinman]

Holly gives Morgana pointers on posing before she puts her sweats back on and heads back to her seat.

“You are amazing up there…” I spoke. She looks at me.

“Let me stop you there” she says. “I’m not interested in you as you look like you haven’t done anything sports related in years… and you come off as a bit of a geek or a nerd and I only date guys who are athletic…” She picks up her stuff and leaves.

“Yeah… I hope to never see her again…” I was a bit hurt of her demeanor, but I was impressed at her dedication to working out. I help with the rest of the gym crew to clean up the place after the Q&A session. I go to the elevator and as I head up to the penthouse, I think about my summer plans. As I am unwinding for the day, there is a knock at my door.

“Oh Tony…” Samantha says as I open the door. She is carrying a nice sized box. “I asked mom and dad… and I am giving you your birthday gift before the party.” I take the box, place it on the bed, and open it to see a skateboard and helmet. “I figured you would enjoy this more than walking and dealing with those football punks.” I give her a hug and a peck on the cheek. She leaves my bedroom and I lock the door. I turn my television on to the BNN (the Bodybuilding News Network) Channel to watch the newest episode of Personal Training Weekly. I might not look big and strong, but I am very smart and remember everything I read. My goal is to enroll into the American Bodybuilding College and major in their personal trainer program and become a trainer at IronWorkz Gym. During a commercial break, there is a commercial for American Bodybuilding College. I picture myself as one of the guys who are working out in the impressive weight room.

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“Ugh… the commercials for those colleges were so cheesy back then.” Morgana said. “I’m glad we were involved with a few of them when we went there.” I nod. When we were seniors, we were asked to participate in a few commercials. We heard that ours became the most watched one in college history.  I think it had to do with Morgana having a near nip slip at the end of one of them.

“I recall you getting so wound up,” I said with a smile. “You got keys to the locked posing rooms in the rec center so we could fuck there instead of getting back to our dorm suite.” Morgana blushes shades of red. She always has an aggressive sex drive and when I bring it up, it embarrasses her. I never understood why as I enjoy the creative ways she satisfied that drive.

“We should have gotten busted a few times by campus security…” She says as she gives me a kiss. “However, I think because no one wanted to see us angry…” She chuckles “Although, I do remember a rumor of all their golf carts in which they cruise were flipped over after they didn’t do anything with the football players hitting on female athletes and the college doing nothing.” I tried not to show a reaction as I was the one who did that as I was pissed at that time. The elevator does open and standing there is one of Bikini Olympia competitors standing there in a bikini. She is licking her lips seeing the two of us. She enters and stands between us. I notice her glancing at both Morgana and me. Morgana looks at me and winks.

“Say dear…” I say as I look at her. “I think our friend here is looking at you with lust.” Morgana quickly grabs the bikini girl and pins her to the wall. The girl has a terrified look on her face.

“I saw those glances of lust,” Morgana says. “I’m still wound up from my Ms. Olympia win…” With that, Morgana gives the bikini girl the longest kiss while caressing her body. The elevator doors open “I think this is your floor…” The bikini girl sighs and quickly leaves. Morgana looks at me and smiles. “I figured I would give you a taste of tonight as I’m still horny.” I chuckle. We leave the elevator and walk through the hotel’s casino floor. We spend the next 10 minutes to sign autographs and take a few photos with a few fans who notice us. As we leave the hotel, I notice a few teenagers skateboarding. Morgana notices me look at the teenagers. “Why are you smiling?”

“Well,” I said. “The day after the Q&A session was interesting…”

[HumanPersonBeing]

"Bodybuilding News Network" and "American Bodybuilding College", huh? Man, I wish our world revolved around bodybuilding like that.

[Atinman]

“Wake up sleepy,” Aunt Mary says as she pulls up the window blind to let light into my bedroom.

“Gah!” I yell as I roll out of bed and slam into the ground. “Aunt Mary! It is a Saturday! Can’t I sleep in?” Aunt Mary look at me and rolls her eyes.

“No, you need to get up and dressed… Your uncle and I need to talk about something since you have turned 16.” She looks around my bedroom. “You seriously need to clean up your bedroom.” She leaves my bedroom. I go into my bathroom, take a shower, and get dressed. I go to the kitchen to get my breakfast protein shake and overhear my Aunt and Uncle talking.

“Are you sure to tell him now?” Aunt Mary says. My Aunt and Uncle are in the living room.

“The will clearly states when Anthony turns 16,” Uncle Michael says. “And that is today. I know it’s going to be a shock to him, but he needs to learn the truth…” I walk into the living room.

“What truth?” I ask. My Aunt and Uncle look at me.

“Anthony,” Uncle Michael says. “Please sit down.” I sit on the chair next to them. “When your parents died, their will has something that you need to hear when you turn 16…” He takes the tv remove and turns it on. I notice on the tv screen has my parents on it. Aunt Mary places a box of Kleenexes beside me. Uncle Michael presses play. My parents explain that if I am listening this, they have passed away and wish they could have seen me become the amazing young man I am. They explain that the building that houses IronWorkz gym, the bodybuilding shopping paradise, the affordable housing for amateur bodybuilders, and the penthouse is all mine. I will also gain control of a large trust when I turn 18. I look at Aunt Mary and Uncle Michael and they both nod their heads in agreement. Lastly, my parents explain that there is a reason for my skinny and frail frame. When they were younger, they were involved with experiments in the military to help create a super soldier and they were the lead scientists. They used their own bodies as test subjects as both my parents were infertile and could not bear a child. When mom became ‘accidentally’ pregnant with me, they learned that due to their chemical experimentations, my muscular structure would be stunted and probably look frail and weak
 all my life.

“Son,” my dad says at the end. “No matter what life brings you, know that we love you and are proud of you.”

“Always do your best,” My mom says. “And make sure to do something to leave your mark on the world.” The video ends and I grab a nearby pillow and scream into it. I am filled with so much anger learning my parents experimenting on themselves cause me to look the way I am.

“Anthony…” Aunt Mary says. “I know you are upset.” I get up and throw the box of Kleenexes across the room.

“Upset?” I spoke. “No, I’m furious that my parents were steroid junkies that caused me to look like this…” I wave my hand over my frail body. “I honestly don’t give a crap on how much the gym, the building, and everything else is. When I turn 18, I’m selling everything!” Uncle Michael tries to place a hand on my shoulder. “No… I do not want sympathy. I’m nothing more than an embarrassment to an extended family of athletic champions, Olympic winners, and record holders to various sports.” I look at Aunt Mary. “I bet I’m not worth a lot…”

Aunt Mary shakes her head. “$100 million dollars…” I look at her. “That is your current net worth. Your parents had a lot of investments and we had it reinvested for you.” I get up and head towards the door. “Where are you going?”

“Away from this shrine of a building towards my parents,” I grab my backpack and enter the elevator. Tears are rolling down my face.

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“Baby,” Morgana says softly as she gently caresses my arm. “Why didn’t you ever tell me this?” I look at her.

“I was so embarrassed,” I said. “That is why I was so secretive of my therapy sessions when we first started dating. I didn’t want to show me being weak…” Morgana gives me a hug and a kiss.

“You aren’t weak…” Morgana says. “You just had to work harder to become the man I married.” I walk over to the skateboarders and ask if I can borrow one of their skateboards. I get on it and do a few tricks which impressed them. However, in my mind I think of the accident which helped me become who I am today.

[Wookey]

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[Atinman]

I texted my gaming group and have them met up at the nearby arcade as I wanted to let out some anger by beating up my friends in a fighting game. I then go pull out a couple hundred bucks from the ATM in the bank of the building. I am curious on if what my Aunt Mary was true so I look at my account balances and I am seeing a balance of $100,000 in my savings account. I quickly end my transaction and head outside and start skating to the arcade.

“I can’t believe mom and dad…” I thought to myself. “There relentless pursuit of physical perfection made me imperfect.” I am not carrying on how fast I am going, or if I am cutting people off. My only concern was speed which was my downfall as I decided to start a crossing an intersection where I had the “do not cross” light when I get slammed by an SUV, which I hit the windshield, roll off the hood of the vehicle, and slam onto the ground hard with me hitting the back of my head.

“Someone calls 911!” A person yells out as a group of people surround me. I start to fade in and out of consciousness. The last thing I remember before passing out was…

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Morgana is chuckling seeing me doing a few tricks with ease even with my muscular frame. I hand the skateboard back and thank them. I autograph a few things and head back to Morgana.

“You know what I think about skateboards,” she says. “I’m glad you didn’t use your again after you accidentally got hit by my father’s vehicle.” She smiles as she touches my chest in which the scar I still carry from that accident is. “Although, the more I think about it… the more I think that was divine intervention making sure we stayed in each other’s lives to push ourselves better…” I nod in agreement as the memories of that summer after the accident was for me.

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I laid in the hospital for a couple of weeks because my head hitting the concrete street did a number. However, what the doctors did not realize until later is that blow unblocked something causing blockage in the pituitary gland which helped kickstart not my recovery. Morgana was there almost every day as she felt to blame of asking her father to get to gymnastics practice faster.

“You are a sweet girlfriend to visit every day,” one nurse says when she visits.

“I’m not his girlfriend,” Morgana says. “My father’s vehicle accidentally hit him and I…” She looks at my bruised body. “I feel terrible about what I said before. He was trying to be friendly, and I was ice cold towards him…” She gently holds my hand and gives me a soft kiss on my hand when she had to leave when visiting hours are over.

A few days before I fully regained consciousness, I can faint love overhear one of the doctors tell my Aunt and Uncle. “It looked like his medical condition was caused by excessive blockage near his pituitary gland which the blow to his head helped unblock… it could be safe to say he will probably go through a strange version of puberty so please keep an eye on him…” The doctor was not kidding. As I laid out cold, my body was going through some extreme changes due to my pituitary gland working overtime.

“Ugh,” I gently groaned one night as I was hit with multiple growth spurts as I went from 5 and a half feet to 6  feet tall. My frame filled out so I didn’t look so sickly and weak, which the doctors guessed was due to my bodyweight exercises and working at the gym. The next day, Morgana was in shock of what I looked like now. The nurse tried to explain the best she could. Morgana holds my hand.

“I wish I could take back about you…” she says looking at me. “I promise when you wake up, I want to actually get to learn more about you as your family says you are really sweet…” I slowly open my eyes and look at her.

“Morgana? What are you doing here?” I am confused at why she is here. She explains to me what happened and quickly races to find a nurse. I slowly get up and head to the bathroom and stunned when I look at myself in the mirror. “Wow!” I have gained lean muscle mass and I am taller. Multiple doctors come into my room, and I get my blood drawn and do various tests to make sure I am okay. When my aunt and uncle arrive, I race to them and give them a big hug. “I want to…” Aunt Mary places a finger over my mouth.

“Hush…” she says. “You were upset, and we don’t blame you for anything you said.” The doctor explains that I am 100% healthy and discharged from the hospital. I am given new clothes as I have outgrown my clothes due to my sudden growth spurt.

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“Anthony?” Morgana says as we are walking the strip and she notices I am quiet.

“Hmmm?” I said looking at her. She giggles.

“You’re thinking about the accident again?” She smiles. “I still cannot believe that happened.” Her hands caress my chest and side were the scars from the accident are. “However, I always thought it was a blessing as it helped restart our first meeting.” I lightly smack her ass. “Hey! Watch it!” We start to get hungry, so we head to the Steel Sirens restaurant (the best way to describe it is a Hooters style restaurant but instead of focusing on busty women, the girls are various levels of muscularity in workout attire). We are immediately seated. Our waitress is beaming with pride seeing that she is serving us.

“May I ask a question,” the server says. “Did either one of you get rejected from America Bodybuilding College? I just got my letter saying I was denied due to my low placings at regional competitions.” I nod.

“My first application from the college after I turned sixteen…” Morgana chuckles as she remembers how that rejection letter really gave me a focus.

“We are mostly dead,” our server says. “Can you tell me what happened and what did you do?”

“Sure,” I said. “It was during the summer of my sophomore year of high school…”

[Wookey]

Love every chapter

[Atinman]

After getting discharged from the hospital, I finally asked my aunt and uncle for a membership to the IronWorkz gym. They were glad to see a new desire in my heart and told me that I always had a free VIP membership. I even sent my early application for the American Bodybuilding College- My parents graduated there, and I was going to go there. I was undecided on being a part of the Personal Trainer major or go for the Bodybuilding major. I also introduced Morgana to my gaming friends.

“I thought this was the girl you thought was a cold heartless bitch,” one of my friends said. Morgana looks at me and chuckles.

“Let’s just say,” Morgana said. “I made an assumption off his physical appearance and spending time with him in the hospital made me realize I was wrong.” My friends could sense that I enjoyed being around Morgana and we had a good time at the park.

“MORGANA!” A loud booming voice echoes through the air. Morgana freezes in place as a very well built man walks over. “Little one… you are to come home now…” The man turns to us. “I am Sergei, Morgana’s father… and she skipped her swimming practice” My friends and I watch Morgana leave. I try to text her when I got home to see if she’s okay and I got nothing. I looked online at any information on Morgana’s and learn he’s a strength and conditioning coach at a nearby college.

“That makes no sense…” I spoke. “If her dad is a strength coach…, why doesn’t he want her to work out…” After further research, I finally figure out why: Morgana’s mother was an Olympic Weightlifter who was killed in a terrorist attack while getting ready for the Olympics when Morgana was 5. “Hmmm… maybe that’s it…” When Morgana responds to my texts, she calls me and explains she’s sorry for her dad doing what he did, and she has been skipping swimming and gymnastics practices as she only does them to please her dad.

“My dad doesn’t know I applied for American Bodybuilding College and got an early acceptance due to my numerous awards in swimming and gymnastics.”

“That’s great!” I spoke. “I hope my growth spurt and my application letter will help me. I haven’t received my letter”

“They will accept you based on your family’s history…” Morgana said. I lay on my bed, looking at the poster of my parents winning their first Mr. And Ms. Olympia titles. “Isn’t the Rec center there named after them.”

“Only because they donated about $25,000 after every major win after they graduated,” I said. “I want to get in on my own merits and not because of who my parents were.” I end the call. I forget about the letter until one day I was at work, and someone wanted to put a flyer up of the city wide bodybuilding competition. A few of the personal trainers think I should go compete in the physique competition and kept thinking they were nuts. Samantha runs into the gym holding an envelope.

“Anthony! It’s here!” Samantha says waving an envelope. “The response to American Bodybuilding College!” She hands me the letter. A few of the workers and a couple of my regular lifting buddies stand beside the desk as I open the letter and read.

“Dear Anthony, thank you for apply to American Bodybuilding College…” I say as I read the letter. “We receive numerous applications from the best in the competitive world of bodybuilding and we are to inform you that…” I stop reading and quietly skim the rest of it and let the letter fall to the floor.

Samantha gets behind the desk, picks up the letter, and looks at the letter, “What? They rejected you!” She is pissed. “You have helped all of us improved with your personal training knowledge and you are rejected due to no personal trophies or titles…” I look at the wall with the competition poster on it.

“Then I need to make sure I win a few trophies so I can pad my application,” I said. I look at my workout buddies. “Times wasting and I need all the help I can get…”

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The server excuses herself as she has to put our drink order in. Both Morgana and I both watch her walk away. Even though we are married, we can still look but no kissing or touching.

“So…” Morgana said. “You weren’t kidding with that first rejection application…”

“Nope,” I said. “And I wasn’t going to accept that… multiple generations of my family went to that college, and I was going on…” I pull out my alumni necklace. “And I hope our donations to the college will help future generations.” She nods in agreement. I look at one of the tv’s over the bar and groan, they are showing some video from a news story before my first competition as part of a hype package for the upcoming replay of the Mr. Olympia competition. “Oh no, not that…” Morgana turns and sees what I’m groaning about and laughs.

“They made your first competition such a big deal…” she said. I roll my eyes as Morgana is watching the story.

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When word got out of me signing up for the competition, multiple news outlets were trying to get an interview. Since my parents helped make bodybuilding become mainstream, I became the top news story in the bodybuilding world. My aunt and uncle were fielding all the requests and were talking with me in the IronWorkz gym’s office on which one to accept. There is a knock on the door and Samantha peeks her head in.

“Excuse me…” she says. “There is a guy who is asking for Anthony, and he won’t leave and actually threw around a couple of the security guards when we tried to escort him.” My uncle turns on the security camera to see. We watch see Sergei pacing in the lobby area.

“Isn’t that Morgana’s father?” Uncle Michael says. I have a terrified look on my face as I nod.

“I will talk to him but please have 911 ready…” I get up. Morgana has told me of her father’s temper and his years as a weightlifter himself for Russia’s Olympic Team has made him quite strong. I leave the office and meet with Sergei. “How can I assist?” Sergei pats my back hard

“Let’s get protein shake and discuss…” I rub my back as Sergei also was a world champion boxer and that blow took the breath out of me for a bit. We get the shakes at the protein shake shop next to the gym. “My daughter… she was to start lifting weights and I keep telling her no…. But she keeps doing exercises with body weight.” I am listening as he talks. “She keeps telling me that my beloved Alexia wouldn’t restrain her dreams of competing on stage. I read up saying your family’s gym is one of the best. I pay you personally to train my daughter…”

“I am honored,” I start to say. “But there are plenty of…”

“I only trust friend of my precious Morgana,” Sergei interrupted. “I will pay you same as other trainer and sign parental form for her to workout at gym.” He smiles. “Morgana says you are wanting to be trainer so great experience” I sigh.

“Let’s head back to the gym and discuss this with management…” I spoke. We head back to my parents and my aunt and uncle explain that even with the arrangement, Morgana and I will be under supervision of trained staff.

“As long as they are they to assist if anything happens,” Sergei says. “But lad is main trainer.” We all agree, and Sergei signs the form and pays the monthly dues for Morgana for a year and my first month’s training fee. “Also, do not mention any of this to Morgana.” We all agree to not mention it. The next day, Morgana arrives wearing workout gear and smiles

“Dad is allowing me to work out here!” Morgana says with excitement. She and I go through a workout. I was feeling she was asking for a little bit more help than a rookie lifter as she would actually bump into me, accidentally touch my arm, or lightly grind her ass into my groin.

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“OH MY GOD!” Morgana yells out as the news story is showing video of our first workout and she is bending over and grinding her ass against my groin. I bust up laughing as our first workout in the gym made major news in the bodybuilding news world. The server comes back with our drinks, she takes a look at the show, looks at Morgana, and puts it together.

“You are the girl grinding on him!” She exclaimed. Morgana is a deep shade of red as she never knew this video existed.

“Yes,” I said. “That was before she got bitten repeatedly by the iron bug.”

“Now it makes sense why I was grounded after my first workout,” Morgana said. “I thought I accidentally broke curfew.” She looks at me. “So, when did you learn about that video?”

“A little bit before our first competition, when someone in our gaming group showed it to me,” I said with a smile. Morgana lets out a very deep growl but closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.

“Is she okay?” The server asks. I nod yes and she leaves to put our food order in. I am watching Morgana go through her breathing exercise to help calm herself when she gets a bit wound up. She opens her eyes and sees me smiling.

“Be glad she left,” Morgana says. “As she was very close to getting me wound up too much…” I nod as I can see her nipples peeking from her shirt. “I think we need to find a place so I can let out some steam…”

“We could head to the IronWorkz Gym here in Vegas,” I say. Our food gets delivered.

“So…” the server says. “I get done in 15 minutes and wonder if I can get some pointers.” I look at Morgana and she smiles.

“Sure,” she says. “Besides, I need to return the favor for earlier…” I look a bit concerned as I know that even at the beginning, she was very intense in the weight room.

[Wookey]

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[Atinman]

As we workout, we both give glancing looks at each other. I was eyeing her toned body and buxom upper chest and she is eyeing my arms and abs. I flex my arms to tease her, and she wears low cut workout tops to show plenty of skin.

“Say,” Morgana asks. “What’s up with over there?” She points as notices over to the VIP entrance. “I think I have seen about half a dozen people enter and no one leaving in the past half-hour” I look over at the door.

“That’s the entrance to our VIP basement area,” I said. “For a hefty yearly fee, VIPs can use our high-tech weight room and advance cardio machines, on demand massages and tanning tables, infrared sauna, and Olympic sized swimming pool.” Morgana looks excited. “Sadly, it’s for people over 18 but I can’t get a reason why… I’ve heard there’s a No Disclosure Agreement that VIPs must sign.” She sighs. “Don’t worry, once we turn 18, I will make sure to get you an VIP membership.” Morgana gives me a tight hug and doesn’t notice me looking down at her chest. “So, your dad… he seems kind of…”

“Strict?” Morgana says as we are doing our cooldown cardio. “My dad is former Special Forces in Russian Military and former strength coach for Russian Olympic Team. He sometimes views me as a recruit in boot camp than a daughter.” I look ready to ask another question. “I know your next question… Why haven’t you seen my mom. She died in a terrorist attack about a dozen years ago when she was getting ready to complete in the Olympics.” I look down a bit embarrassed. “It usually gets brought up. I avoid it as much as possible.” I drop the subject and finish our workout. Over the summer, Morgana and I go through a workout program that was developed by a few of the IronWorkz gym’s trainers (with a little bit of my help, which I put more focus on chest and butt for her and gaining size for me). Morgana adds a bit more muscle to her frame while increasing her endurance and I gain some size and strength. Our glances toward each other get longer and there have been a few long cold showers to calm myself down. Morgana frowns as she notices a ‘Showers Out of Order’ sign on the women’s locker room entrance.

“Ugh, that sucks,” I say as I stand next to Morgana. “I can ask if you can use the shower at the penthouse suite where I live with my aunt and uncle.” She looks at me a bit surprised.

“Really?” Morgana asks.

“Yeah…” I spoke. “You are my workout partner, and I don’t want you to have to walk home all sweaty.” I head over to talk to my uncle. He gives a glance at Morgana and nods his head. I return to Morgana. “Alright, get your stuff and we will go up to the penthouse.” We head towards the elevator and enter. When the doors open, Morgana races to the window and gasps.

“What a view!” She yells out. “You can see the whole city!” I give her a quick tour of the penthouse and take her to the hallway bathroom and hand her a towel. “Now don’t you get any ideas about trying to enter and sneak a peek at my bra size.” I chuckle.

“I plan on taking my own shower,” I said. “I have a bathroom next to my bedroom. Now don’t you get any ideas.” She enters the bathroom and I quickly go to my bathroom. I undress and fantasize of Morgana caressing my pumped muscles before entering the shower. When I get out of my shower, I get dressed and go to find Morgana who is standing in the office where all my parent’s bodybuilding awards are.

“Wow…” she said. “Your parents were quite successful…” She looks at me and sees me looking a bit sad. “Oh, our friends mentioned that you don’t like talking about them.” I take the award Morgana was holding and put it away.

“It’s tough,” I said. “I blamed bodybuilding for their death, but it also helped with the life I have.” I chuckle. “I had plenty of nights in which I dreamed of defeating my dad and winning Mr. Olympia.” I walk her back to the elevator and we wait for the doors to open.

“Oh, since you were a gentleman when I was taking a shower and try not to peek,” Morgana said. “I will tell you a secret: 36B.” I look a bit puzzled. She takes my hand and places them on her chest. “That’s my bra size… but I want to get them bigger.” She steps into the elevator and the doors close. I immediately run back to my bathroom for a cold shower.

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Morgana and I are waiting for our server, who we learned her name was Alicia. Alicia walks over, wearing normal clothes. Before any of us could say a word, Alicia wraps her arms around Morgana and kisses her passionately.

“I wanted to do that the whole time,” she said. “Also…” with a wicked grin, one hand goes straight for my groin and her eyes widen as she feels my massive bulge. “I wanted to do that too.” I let out a moan.

“I can see you are pretty straight forward,” Morgana says.

“I am as it helps with tips and…”  Alicia says. “Need to be in my other job as a stripper.” We walk to her pickup truck in the parking lot and Alicia hands me the keys. “Can you drive so I can attend to Morgana’s needs?” Alicia gropes me again. “I will make it worth while after our workout.” I just nod my head. We all climb into the truck, and I pull up the GPS on our phone for directions. The whole drive, I am seeing Alicia and Morgana making out and caressing each other. “Please forgive me for teasing both of you… I have fantasized about having a three way with both of you.” I focus on my driving as this is going on in the back.

“Most of the time,” Morgana says. “We try to resist… but I was already horny, and you just got me turned on.” I drive the pickup to the basement parking lot of the Vegas IronWorkz Gym. We exit the truck and head to an unmarked door, and I wave my gym membership badge and it unlocks.

“This is quick access to the VIP area,” I said as both gals looked puzzled. “One request was easy access that doesn’t involve going into the gym properly.” We enter and the VIP weight room is empty. “Also, no one else will enter as it’s currently under maintenance.” I take off my shirt and Alicia gasps. My muscles are in a sexually charged pump. “Oh yeah… feels good to free the muscles…” I flex my pecs and Alicia lets out a soft moan.

“Oh yes,” Morgana agrees as she takes off her shirt then her bra. Alicia jaw drops at the sight. “They are 42DD.” She flexes her pecs to make her tits bounce. “And 100% real due to supplements and proper training.” I let out a moan I always get turned on when she does that. “When you workout with us… clothing isn’t an option. Either get naked or I will tear your clothes of.”

“Whatever you say,” Alicia says as she takes off her clothes so she’s naked. “I might not be as big as you but…” She caresses her own breasts. “I know what to do to get a man to want me…” Morgana smiles as she gets undressed and winks at me. I can tell that Alicia is clearly getting Morgana wound up. I remove my pants and the girls can see the massive bulge in my boxers. She walks over to me and whispers, “May I?” I nod gently. She slides my boxers down and is face to face with my cock which is about 8 inches right now. “How big can it get?”

“About 11 inches when fully aroused,” I said. I look over at Morgana and she is going through her breathing exercises as she gets jealous of other women getting close to me. It has always been like that since the first competition.

[Wookey]

Story keeps getting better

[Atinman]

Morgana and I have gotten our bodies into competition shape quickly. I decide to compete in teenage men’s physique and Morgana competes in teenage bikini. One of the personal trainers has a girlfriend who is a posing coach and helps us with our posing routines.

“You took are amazing with memorizing your posing routines…” our coach says after one session. “I never seen two rookies with so much confidence on stage.” Morgana and I chuckle as we have done a few video chats to practice ourselves. “Now, your first competition will be a stressful event so make sure to take tomorrow to relax.” Morgana and I thank our coach and we go get a protein shake at the smoothie shop next to the gym.

“So,” I said. “How do you want to relax tomorrow?” Morgana thinks about it.

“I would like to watch the video of your parents first competition,” she says. I look at her a bit surprised. “Well, I know when I was dealing with my mother’s death, watching her competing and see her happy helped.” I look at her.

“I don’t know…” I spoke. “I get stuck seeing photos of my parents while I’m at work… and let’s just say I avoid certain areas of the gym.” Morgana frowns and she touches rubs my arm.

“Your parents probably wouldn’t like to hear that you avoid seeing photos of their proudest moments.” Morgana says. “Also, if you are avoiding certain places of the gym, you are limiting developing your full potential.” I flex my arm and notice a faint look of lust in her eyes. I think for a little bit.

“You know,” I said. “That does make sense. My mom and dad would want me to be happy.” I give her a hug and gently grab her ass. She leaves the smoothie shop. I head back to the penthouse and head to the trophy room to find a video of my parent’s first competition.

“Well,” Samantha says. “I never thought I would see the day of you spending plenty of time in here.” I turn to see Samantha standing at the doorway. “I told mom and dad it doesn’t make sense for them to unpack the stuff since you had so much hatred towards these rewards.”

“Are there any videos of my parent’s competitions?” I ask. “Someone recommended me watching competitions to see my parents being happy on stage.” Samantha goes to the closet and pulls out a box containing DVDs of each of my parents’ competitions. “Thank you!” Samantha looks at me and smirks.

“Is that someone your workout buddy who clearly has a crush on you,” Samantha says. I give Samantha a look of she’s wrong. “Seriously? You can’t tell that she clearly like you. Although, your improvements over the summer have transformed you into a hottie…” Samantha walks over to me and frowns. “You are family but...” She places her hands under my shirt and feels my chest. “You are not blood related.”

“Samantha,” I said. I am a bit conflicted as she is somewhat throwing herself at me. “Please don’t…” Samantha stops and smirks.

“Again,” she says with a smile. “You can’t handle me…” She leaves the room and I quickly head to the bathroom to take a longer cold shower. I go to bed early and have a very vivid of dream of being in bed with both Morgana and Samantha when we are in college. I wake up in the morning with a hard on and sigh.

In mid-morning, Morgana arrives to the penthouse with a few snacks. “Ready for our competition watching marathon?” I nod. We head to the penthouse’s media room. We sit on one of the couches and watch the first competition my parents competed in at age 18. “Wow! You are younger than your father in this video and you are clearly built better…” I flex my arm. “So, why aren’t you competing in bodybuilding?” I chuckle.

“I want to start in physique first to get some competition experience before making the jump,” I said. Morgana nods. “My overall goal is to compete in my first bodybuilding competition before I graduate high school.” As we watch the videos, Morgana snuggles up close. I can get a great view of her cleavage.

“Damn…” Morgana says as we watch my mom compete. “Your mom was smoking hot!” I smile. I was blessed with my father’s body frame and my mom’s beauty. As we watch my mom and dad win their competitions are a posing side by side, they are both smiling and happy.

“I hope that is us one day…” I say as I look over at Morgana and she’s resting her head on my shoulder and fast asleep. I place a blanket over her and let her sleep. I go to my bedroom and pack for the weekend. Morgana wakes up, finds me, gives me a soft kiss, and leaves to get ready. The very next day, my Aunt and Uncle along with our posing coach are with Morgana and I travel to the competition arena. We get signed in and head to the backstage area. The two of us are very nervous as we remove our sweats to reveal our posing suits. As I am getting my muscles pumped, a couple of the women’s physique competitors come over to talk to me. Morgana is watching the scene with her as she is standing in line with the other bikini competitors. She breaks the resistance bands that she was using to calm down.

“Use that anger in more a positive way,” our coach says to Morgana. She teaches her a few breathing exercises and mediations.

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“Oh my,” Alicia says looking at my massive cock. Morgana removes her pants and thong before walking over to Alicia, pulls her hair, and lifts her up.

“Listen here,” she growls. “He’s mine… and all you are here for is to get us wound up and watch me fuck him.” Her muscles seemed to be even bigger in her sexually charged pump. “Am I clear?”

“As long as I fuck you before he fucks you,” Alicia says. Morgana looks a bit surprised but nods her head in agreement. We go through our workout and Alicia is giving both of us a lap dance to keep us in a state of pure lust. We are lifting a bit higher than our personal records. Morgana has been giving Alicia some pointers on how to do a pec bounce. After a few tries, Alicia can bounce her breasts. My cock is pulsing and throbbing so hard. Morgana picks me up, takes us to some wrestling mats, and climbs on top of me and starts riding me. Alicia is watching and is playing with herself.

“Come over here and play with my tits,” Morgana growls. Alicia follows her instructions. After she’s done riding me, she gives Alicia a kiss and we resume our workout. We are very sweaty. Morgana smiles as she picks up Alicia with ease and we all go into the women’s locker room and head to the showers. Alicia and Morgana are making out while they are soaping my muscular naked body. I am kissing and caressing their breasts and hearing them moan. As Morgana goes down to suck on my cock, I smile and think of how one moment Morgana can be sweet and caring siren and the next, a vicious and powerful tempress.

[Wookey]

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[Atinman]

I go on stage against some of the best teenage male physique competitors in the area. I am nervous at first but as I hear the cheers and admiration, i gain a boost to confidence. I might not have the experience but I hold my own and earn third place. Everyone in our group is trying to cheer me up.

“Why are you thinking I’m sad?” I ask as I am holding my silver medal. “Only a couple months of prep compared to the others who have prepared longer and I came in third.” Morgana gets done with her prejudging and comes to graduate me. A couple of the teenage female physique competitors push her aside so they can feel my muscles.

“Move it, you weakling…” one of the female physique competitors say to Morgana and push her so she falls on her butt. “A hunk like this needs a woman with more meat.” Morgana is gritting her teeth as she wants to tear that competitor apart but needs to wait.

“Actually,” I said to the girls caressing my muscles. “You just pushed aside my workout partner. So go try to find some a  horny competitor who will enjoy two self centered bimbos touching him.” The girls are shocked at my words and leave. I help Morgana up and gently wipe off the dirt on her posing suit. “I have been warned about those two: the best words I’ve heard about them are tramps.” Morgana chuckles.

“I am glad to see chivalry isn’t dead,” Morgana says. She gives me a hug and gives me a soft peck on her cheek. She joins the bikini competitors on stage. We cheer from the audience but Morgana is placed 4th, she looks a bit dejected as she thinks she’s better than 3rd place.

After the competition, Morgana makes a beeline for the female physique competitor who pushed her and punches her in the face. The two girls are getting in a brawl. Me and a few other male competitors try to stop them but Morgana is able the get the physique competitor to the ground.

“Apologize!” She yells to the girl.

“No! You psycho bitch!” The other girls yells out.

“Okay…” Morgana says. “This is psycho.” She gets the other girl into an armbar and breaks the other girl’s arm. Morgana lets go and gets up. “Maybe that will teach you to respect us bikini girls.” She walks over to me and we leave

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After Morgana gets done pleasing me, she focuses on Alicia. The two girls are making out and caressing each other.

“I didn’t realize you were…” Alicia starts to say before Morgana places a finger over her lips.

“I like to experiment every once in a while,” she says softly. “So consider yourself lucky.” I let the girls have a moment so I set into the locker room to dry off and get dressed. “Oh yes!” Morgana is screaming just as long when I am pleasing her. The girls get done about 10 minutes and find me lounging in the VIP lounge watching the replay of the Ms. Olympia just in time to see Morgana’s wardrobe malfunction: her posing suit top was too tight and the top ripped in the middle of her most muscular pose. The replay edited out her being topless to finish her routine. “I keep saying the bigger breasts can’t handle those tiny suits. They should move it to Pay Per View and let the female bodybuilders pose topless.”

“They won’t do that because of sponsors,” I said. We get back in Alicia’s pickup truck and I drive back to Steel Sirens. Alicia politely asks to be friends on social media and offers to show us around the next time we are in Vegas. We continue down the strip and I ask, “What next?”

“Let’s go back to our hotel and sunbathe in the pool,” Morgana says. “I have a bikini I have been wanting to show off.” She smiles and she caresses my side. “Also, it’s an excuse to get you in that speedo I love.” We head back to our hotel suite and change into our swimsuits. Morgana is wearing a cover up dress over her bikini. “Don’t worry everyone will enjoy the show.” I am wearing a robe to cover up my custom made speedo (always a challenge to find something that doesn’t show too much of a bulge). We head to the pool area and see a lot of Olympia competitors relaxing or doing photoshoots.

“Seems like we aren’t the only one to think of that,” I said. Morgana quickly takes off her coverup and throws it at me before walking across the pool area. I remove the coverup off my head and smile. Morgana is wearing a bikini in which the top is barely covering her nipples and the skimpiest thong. Her breasts and ass are bouncing up and down with each step towards our private cabana poolside. She is the perfect mix of Playboy Playmate and Muscular Powerhouse. As Morgana sits on the lounging chair under the cabana and waits for me to remove my robe and walk across the pool area, I am thinking back to an earlier time after my first competition.

[Wookey]

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