My wife’s return from muscle camp

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The front door clicked open at exactly 7:12 PM, six months and three days after Sarah had kissed you goodbye and driven off to that remote muscle camp in the mountains. You'd spent the evening pacing, half-hard already from the teasing photos she'd sent—first innocent progress shots, then bolder ones that made your cock throb with confused, hungry anticipation. But nothing prepared you for the woman who stepped inside.
Sarah had left as your fit, 145-pound wife: toned from yoga and weekend hikes, soft in all the places you loved to squeeze, with gentle curves and a playful smile. She returned 75 pounds heavier, every ounce forged into dense, powerful muscle. She filled the doorway like a goddess of strength, 5'6" of swollen, vascular perfection wrapped in a tight black tank top and compression leggings that looked painted on. The fabric strained and whispered with tension over her new mass.
"Hi, baby," she said, her voice lower, huskier, carrying a quiet confidence that made your knees weak. She dropped her duffel bag with a heavy thud that shook the floorboards.
You stared, mouth dry. Her neck was thick and corded, traps rising like mountains to meet deltoids the size of softballs. Her shoulders were wide and capped with striated muscle, stretching the tank top's straps tight. Arms that had once been slender were now jaw-dropping pythons—biceps peaking at least 18 inches cold, veins snaking over boulder-like forearms. When she flexed one casually for you, the peak split into a sharp, vascular head that made your cock surge painfully against your pants.
She stepped closer, and you felt the heat radiating off her. Sarah had always been strong for her size; now she was something else entirely. Her chest had exploded outward—not just bigger breasts, though those had swelled fuller and heavier from the hormonal shifts and sheer mass—but thick, striated pecs that pushed her tits up and out into an obscene, muscular cleavage. The tank top barely contained them; you could see the deep separation between her pecs and the striations dancing as she breathed.
"Touch me," she whispered, taking your hand and pressing it to her abdomen.
Your fingers met a wall. Her abs were an eight-pack of thick, brick-like slabs, each one deeper and more pronounced than the last, covered in a thin layer of feminine softness that only accentuated the power beneath. You traced the deep cuts, feeling them flex and harden under your palm like warm steel. Lower, her obliques flared dramatically into a dramatic V-taper, framing a waist that had actually gotten smaller despite the massive weight gain—creating an impossible hourglass of pure muscle.
Sarah turned slowly, giving you the full view. Her back was a masterpiece: lats spreading out like wings, thick and wide enough that her arms rested away from her sides at a permanent angle. The Christmas tree of her lower back tapered into glutes that had ballooned into two massive, striated spheres—each cheek easily twice the size they'd been, round, powerful, and impossibly firm. You couldn't help yourself; you grabbed a handful and groaned at how little it yielded. Her hamstrings were thick ham hocks, sweeping down to diamond calves that popped with every shift of her weight. Even her quads were monstrous—sweeping outward with teardrop vastus medialis that made her thighs rub together with a soft, muscular whisper.
"Seventy-five pounds," she murmured, pressing her heavy body against yours. "All muscle. I can deadlift over 700 now. Bench 405 for reps. And I'm still so fucking wet for you."
She kissed you then—deep, demanding, her stronger tongue dominating yours. Her hands, rougher and far more powerful, stripped you efficiently. When she lifted you effortlessly off the ground, pinning you against the wall with one arm while her other hand freed your aching cock, you nearly came on the spot. The raw strength in her grip was intoxicating.
Sarah carried you to the bedroom like you weighed nothing, her massive thighs flexing with every step. She peeled off her tank top, revealing the full glory of her transformed torso. Her breasts, now DDs sitting atop thick pectoral shelves, heaved with desire. Dark, sensitive nipples begged for your mouth. You sucked one hard while your hands roamed her impossible body—feeling the deep cuts in her serratus, the sheer density of her lats, the way her traps flexed when she moaned.
She pushed you onto the bed and straddled you, her enormous quads engulfing your hips. The weight of her—solid, heavy, powerful—pressed you deep into the mattress. When she sank down onto your cock, the heat and wetness were overwhelming. Her pussy gripped you tighter than ever, strengthened by the endless squats and hip thrusts she'd done. Every thrust of her powerful hips made her abs ripple, her pecs bounce, and her biceps flex as she braced her hands on your chest.
"Feel how strong I am now," she growled, riding you harder. She leaned forward, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand while her free arm curled into a slow, deliberate bicep flex right in front of your face. The muscle peaked obscenely, veins pulsing. You kissed and licked it desperately, tasting the faint salt of her skin. She laughed low and throaty, clenching her pussy around you in rhythm with the flex.
Her glutes powered her up and down with machine-like precision, the massive muscles contracting and releasing in hypnotic waves. You reached around and gripped them, fingers digging into unyielding flesh as she fucked you senseless. When she finally came, it was with a deep, guttural moan that shook her entire muscular frame—abs locking, thighs quivering with vascular power, pussy milking you until you exploded inside her.
Afterward, she lay beside you, still pumped and glistening. You explored her for hours: tracing every new striation, feeling how her traps swallowed your fingers when she shrugged, worshipping the thick veins that ran across her biceps and down to her forearms. She curled 50-pound dumbbells one-armed just to show off while you stroked yourself back to hardness, then let you fuck her from behind so you could watch those transformed glutes and hamstrings work.
Sarah had gone away your beautiful, fit wife. She'd returned your muscle goddess—bigger, stronger, heavier, and hornier than ever. And as she flexed around your cock for the third time that night, you knew six months was only the beginning.

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Sarah lay beside you in the afterglow, her massive chest rising and falling steadily. The room smelled of sweat, sex, and the faint metallic tang of her pumped muscles. She caught you staring at the thick vein that ran across her left bicep and smiled, slowly flexing it again just to watch your cock twitch.
"You want the science, don't you?" she murmured, her voice deeper and rougher than before. "All the dirty physiological details of what six months of pure hell and science turned me into."
She rolled onto her side, propping her heavy head on one thickly corded arm. The movement made her traps and delts bunch and separate dramatically.
Muscle Hypertrophy & Fiber Changes
"First, the obvious: 75 pounds of almost pure skeletal muscle. My body fat actually dropped from 22% to about 12%, even while I gained all that weight. The camp combined progressive overload that would break most men, extreme caloric surplus—8,000+ calories a day of clean, high-protein food—and recovery protocols that let us train six hours a day."
She took your hand and pressed it to her right quad. The vastus lateralis felt like warm, living stone under a thin velvet layer of skin.
"Muscle fibers hypertrophied massively. Type II fast-twitch fibers especially—they're bigger, stronger, and more explosive now. My quads and glutes got the worst of it because of the volume of squats, deadlifts, and hip thrusts. Each muscle cell swelled with more myofibrils, more sarcoplasm, more mitochondria. When I flex, you can see the individual fascicles shifting under the skin. That's not normal for women. They pushed us into territory usually reserved for elite male bodybuilders."
Hormonal & Endocrine Shifts
Sarah's hand slid down her own body, tracing the deep cuts of her abs.
"Hormones were the real game-changer. Natural testosterone levels went way up from the training and diet. They also used some... enhanced protocols. Growth hormone, IGF-1, maybe a little more. My voice dropped half an octave. My clit is noticeably thicker and more sensitive—constant low-level arousal for the last three months. My libido is through the roof. I wake up wet and horny every single day now."
She guided your fingers between her thick thighs, letting you feel the swollen, slick heat of her pussy. It clenched greedily around two of your fingers.
"Estrogen didn't disappear, though. That's why my breasts got bigger and fuller even as my body fat stayed low. The pecs grew underneath and pushed them out. They're heavier, more sensitive, and the nipples are darker and stay erect longer. The hormonal environment also made my skin thinner over the muscles, which is why you can see every vein so clearly."
Vascular & Connective Tissue Adaptations
She lifted her arm and traced a thick, ropey vein that ran from her shoulder down to her forearm.
"Capillary density increased, but the veins themselves enlarged from the constant pump and nitric oxide boosters they had us on. My resting heart rate is lower despite all this mass—stronger cardiac muscle from the heavy training. Blood volume is up. When I get pumped, I look like a roadmap."
Her traps and neck flexed as she shrugged. "Tendons and ligaments got thicker and stronger too. My joints feel bulletproof. I can handle weights that would have shredded me before. My bones are denser—higher mineral content from the heavy loading. I'm literally harder to break."
Metabolic & Thermoregulatory Changes
"You feel how hot I am all the time?" she asked, pressing her heavy thigh over your hips. "Muscle is metabolically expensive. My basal metabolic rate is probably close to 4,000 calories now just existing. I radiate heat. My core temperature runs a little higher. When we fuck, I stay wetter longer because of increased blood flow everywhere."
She straddled you again, this time more slowly, letting you watch every physiological miracle at work. Her lats flared as she braced her hands on your chest. The serratus anterior stood out like fingers gripping her ribcage. Her abs contracted into deep relief with every breath.
Neural & Strength Adaptations
"My nervous system adapted too. Better motor unit recruitment. I can fully activate more muscle fibers now. That's why I can pin you so easily." She demonstrated by grabbing your wrists and pressing them into the mattress with one hand while her hips rolled, sinking her tight, muscular pussy down your cock again.
"Neuromuscular efficiency is off the charts. The mind-muscle connection is almost sexual. When I flex my biceps during a set, I get wet. When I feel my glutes and hamstrings stretch and contract under heavy weight, I have to fight the urge to touch myself right there in the gym."
She began riding you with powerful, controlled strokes, each one showcasing a different muscle group. Quads and glutes driving the movement. Abs and obliques stabilizing. Pecs and delts holding her upright. Traps and arms flexed as she leaned forward to kiss you.
"Everything is more sensitive," she breathed against your mouth. "More blood flow, more nerve endings awakened by the growth. My skin feels electric where it stretches tight over new muscle. And when I cum..." She clenched hard around you, her entire muscular system seeming to contract at once. "It's deeper. Stronger. The pelvic floor is insanely powerful now. I can milk you like a fist."
Sarah's breathing grew heavier, her massive frame glistening with a fresh sheen of sweat that highlighted every striation and vein. She was a living physiological marvel—hypertrophied, hormonally optimized, neurologically enhanced, and unbearably erotic.
"Six months did this to me," she growled, flexing her entire upper body into a most-muscular pose while still riding you. "And I'm not done growing. Tell me which part you want to explore next, baby. Because every inch of this new body is yours to study... and fuck."
Her abs rippled as she waited for your answer, pussy fluttering around your cock with barely-contained hunger.
Sarah shifted above you, still impaled on your cock, her massive quads flexing and relaxing in slow, rhythmic pulses as she spoke. The striations across her thighs danced with every subtle movement.
"They called it the 'Forge Protocol.' Six days a week, twice-per-day training for the first four months, then a slight deload in frequency while intensity skyrocketed. Total weekly volume was brutal—most guys couldn't survive it. I thrived. Here's exactly how they built this 75-pound muscle goddess."
Weekly Training Split
Day 1: Quads & Calves (Morning) + Glutes & Hamstrings (Evening)
This was the foundation of her lower-body destruction.
Morning: Heavy quad emphasis — 8–10 sets of squats (back and front), hack squats, leg press (up to 1,400+ lbs), and Bulgarian split squats. They finished with 6 sets of standing calf raises and seated calf work.
Evening: Glute and hamstring annihilation — hip thrusts (barbell and machine, often 600–800+ lbs for reps), Romanian deadlifts, glute-ham raises, and cable pull-throughs.
"That's why my ass and thighs grew the most," Sarah growled, rolling her hips so you could feel the power in her glutes and hamstrings. "My glutes are so big and striated now because I did hip thrusts heavy enough to make me cum from the mind-muscle connection alone. My quads sweep out so wide because they forced blood flow and stretch under extreme loads. Feel them." She clenched her pussy and quads at the same time, milking your cock.
Day 2: Push (Chest, Shoulders, Triceps)
Morning heavy, evening higher volume pump.
Bench press (flat and incline, up to 405 for reps by month 5), overhead press, dips with weight, flyes, lateral raises, and skull crushers. They used drop sets, rest-pause, and myo-reps on the second session.
Her pecs exploded from this. The thick, shelf-like chest muscle you loved sucking on came directly from heavy benching and flyes that stretched her growing pec fibers. Her shoulders became cannonball delts—wide, capped, and shredded—because of the insane lateral raise volume and overhead pressing.
Day 3: Pull (Back, Rear Delts, Biceps)
Deadlift variations in the morning (conventional and trap-bar, working up to 700+ lbs), weighted pull-ups, barbell rows, T-bar rows, face pulls, and heavy curls with drops.
"This is where my lats and traps went fucking nuclear," she said, flaring her massive wings while still riding you. Her back spread so wide you could see the thickness even from the front now. The deep Christmas tree on her lower back and those trap mountains came from deadlifts and rows that forced her to recruit every fiber in her upper and mid-back.
Day 4: Quads & Calves (AM) + Glutes & Hams (PM) — Repeat of Day 1
Lower body got hit four times per week. That frequency + progressive overload is why she added so much mass down there while keeping a tight waist.
Day 5: Push — Higher volume, more isolation
Focus on pec and delt details, cable work, and tricep extensions to failure.
Day 6: Pull — Thickness & Width emphasis
Heavy horizontal and vertical pulling. Rack pulls, Meadows rows, and preacher curls.
Day 7: Active Recovery or Full Rest
Light mobility, posing practice, and sauna sessions. Sometimes a full-body pump with very light weights just to keep the fascia stretched and blood flowing.
Progression & Special Methods
•  Progressive Overload: Every week they added weight, reps, or sets. They tracked everything.
•  Intensity Techniques: Forced reps, negatives, drop sets, and blood-flow restriction (BFR) training on arms and calves.
•  Posing & Mind-Muscle: Mandatory daily posing sessions in the evening. Holding contractions for 30–60 seconds per pose taught her to control and flex every muscle fiber voluntarily — which is why she can make her abs dance or her biceps peak on command while fucking you.
•  Nutrition & Pharma Support: 1.5–2g protein per pound of bodyweight, timed carbs around workouts, creatine, beta-alanine, citrulline, and the hormonal edge they provided (testosterone, GH, insulin sensitivity enhancers). This let her recover from the volume and keep gaining.
Sarah leaned forward, pressing her heavy, muscular tits and thick pecs into your chest. Her traps swallowed her neck as she flexed.
"By month three I was a different woman. My nervous system adapted so well I could contract my glutes harder than most people can flex their biceps. My pussy got stronger from all the hip thrusts and Kegels they had us do between sets. Everything grew — even my forearms from all the heavy gripping."
She started riding you harder again, her entire physique on full display with every powerful thrust.
"The Forge didn't just add muscle. It rewired me. Made me denser, hornier, stronger, and completely addicted to the pump... and to you worshipping what they turned me into."
Her abs rippled as she clenched around your cock, waiting.
"Want me to describe a specific brutal workout in detail while I fuck you, or should I show you exactly how strong one of those training sessions made me right now?"

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 her powerful hips, grinding in deep, deliberate circles so you could feel every ridge and contraction of her strengthened pelvic floor. Her thick quads framed your hips like warm marble pillars, and she looked down at you with that new, predatory confidence. "Supplements were non-negotiable," she purred, tracing a thick vein along her forearm with one finger. "The camp had a full compounding pharmacy and nutrition lab on site. They didn't just hand us pills — they timed everything perfectly with the training, calories, and hormones. Here's exactly what I took to pack on 75 pounds of dense, striated muscle." Core Daily Foundation •  Whey Isolate + Casein Blend: 300–400g of protein powder daily, split into 6–8 shakes. Post-workout whey hit fast for immediate repair; nighttime casein kept her in an anabolic state for 7+ hours while sleeping. "My muscles never went hungry. That constant amino acid flood is why I could recover from two brutal sessions a day." •  Creatine Monohydrate: 10–15g daily (loading phase first month, then maintenance). "This is what made me look so full and hard so fast. Intramuscular water retention + real contractile strength. My strength shot up 40% in the first six weeks. Feel how dense my pecs are now?" She leaned forward and flexed her chest, the thick plates jumping under your hands. Performance & Pump Amplifiers •  Citrulline Malate & Arginine: 10–12g pre-workout. Massive nitric oxide boost. "My pumps got so ridiculous that my skin felt like it would split. Veins would pop out everywhere — even across my abs and quads. My clit would throb in the gym from the sheer blood flow." •  Beta-Alanine: 6–8g daily. "The tingles were intense at first. But it let me push through hundreds of extra reps. The lactic acid buffering is why my glutes and hamstrings could handle those endless hip thrusts without failing." •  Beta-Hydroxy Beta-Methylbutyrate (HMB): 3g daily. Minimized muscle breakdown during the extreme volume. Hormonal & Recovery Stack Sarah's voice dropped lower as she described this part. She reached down and slowly flexed her right bicep right in front of your face while continuing to ride you with long, powerful strokes. •  D-Aspartic Acid + Tongkat Ali + Fadogia Agrestis: Natural test boosters that actually moved the needle under that training load. Her free testosterone climbed significantly. "This is why my voice got deeper, my libido went nuclear, and my clit swelled. I was horny 24/7. I'd finger myself in the showers thinking about coming home to you." •  Growth Hormone Secretagogues (MK-677/Ibutamoren and CJC-1295 + Ipamorelin peptides): "These made recovery insane. Deep sleep, insane hunger, and constant growth. My appetite got so big I could barely stop eating. The GH also helped keep my body fat low while I was force-feeding." •  High-Dose Vitamin D, ZMA, Magnesium, Omega-3s, and a full spectrum of micronutrients: Kept hormones optimized and inflammation down. Advanced & Cycle Support •  Yohimbine + Synephrine: For stubborn fat loss around her waist so the new abs and obliques could show through. •  Electrolytes & Intra-workout Carbs: Highly branched cyclic dextrin + essential amino acids during training to sustain performance through 3-hour sessions. •  Liver & Organ Support: NAC, TUDCA, and milk thistle because of the sheer volume of everything else she was taking. She picked up the pace again, her massive glutes powering smooth, heavy strokes that made the bed creak. Sweat glistened in the deep cuts of her abs. "Every single supplement was blood-tested and adjusted weekly. By month two I was a walking anabolic factory. My muscles would swell and harden visibly after a shake. The pump from citrulline + creatine made me so vascular and sensitive that even wearing clothes turned me on. My nipples would stay hard for hours." Sarah suddenly stopped riding, flexed into a full double biceps pose, and clenched her pussy around you like a velvet fist. "All of it — the food, the training, the drugs, the hormones — turned me into this." She rolled her hips, making her quads and abs dance. "75 pounds heavier. Stronger than most men at the camp. Wetter and hornier than I've ever been in my life." She leaned down, her thick traps and pecs engulfing your field of view, and whispered hotly against your ear: "Want me to tell you exactly how my favorite post-workout shake tasted... or should I show you how all that supplementation made my body recover and get ready to fuck again in under twenty minutes?" Her inner walls fluttered around your cock with eager, powerful contractions, waiting for your choice

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Sarah settled back into "real life" with you like a force of nature that refused to be contained. The first week home was pure honeymoon: she fucked you senseless multiple times a day, using her new strength to manhandle you into any position she wanted. But even in domestic normalcy, the growth didn't stop. She had tasted godhood at camp and was addicted.
Months 1–2: Consolidation & Initial Home Gains (+18 lbs)
Sarah kept training six days a week, though now it was "only" two hours in the morning at a local powerlifting gym and one shorter evening session in the home gym you two quickly built in the garage. She maintained roughly 5,500–6,500 calories daily, still hitting 2g protein per pound of bodyweight.
Her body responded beautifully to the slightly reduced volume but continued high intensity. She added another 18 pounds of muscle in these two months, pushing her total gain to 93 lbs since leaving for camp. Her weight stabilized around 238–242 lbs at 5'6", with body fat hovering at 11–12%.
Her quads now measured 32 inches cold and rubbed together constantly, forcing her to adjust her gait into a powerful, wide-based strut. Glutes ballooned even larger — thick, striated shelves that stretched every pair of leggings she owned. She had to order competition-style posing trunks and custom gym clothes. Her bench press climbed to a working weight of 455 lbs for reps, and she deadlifted 785 lbs raw by the end of month two.
At home, the eroticism deepened. She'd come back from the gym still pumped, skin tight and vascular, and pin you against the kitchen counter. "Watch this," she'd growl, then strict-press the loaded barbell you used to struggle with — one-handed — while riding you slowly. Her libido stayed sky-high from the lingering hormonal environment and constant GH/IGF-1 elevation. She'd wake you up in the middle of the night by sliding her thick, muscular thigh over you and sinking down, her deeper voice moaning commands as her abs rippled inches from your face.
Months 3–4: Focused Growth Phase (+22 lbs)
Sarah hired a private coach for online check-ins and doubled down on upper body. She wanted to balance her already-monstrous lower half. Morning sessions emphasized heavy pressing and pulling; evenings were dedicated to arm and shoulder detail work plus more glute/quad specialization.
She packed on another 22 pounds, reaching 115 lbs total gain (roughly 260 lbs bodyweight). Her shoulders became outrageous — capped delts that made her look twice as wide as before. Arms hit 19.5 inches cold and 21+ when pumped. Her back spread so wide she had to turn sideways through some doorways in your older house. Pecs thickened into deep, striated plates that made her already-heavy breasts sit even higher and more obscenely.
She started competing in local bodybuilding shows — winning her first novice and open heavyweight divisions easily. The confidence translated directly into the bedroom. Sarah became more dominant: she'd wrap one massive arm around your waist and fuck you standing up, bouncing you on her cock-hard clit while her free hand pinned your wrists. Her pussy strength was absurd now; she could rhythmically milk you with precise, powerful Kegel contractions while barely moving her hips. Orgasms for her became full-body events — quads locking, abs crunching into deep relief, traps and neck veins bulging as she roared through them.
Nutrition stayed high, and she continued a modified peptide protocol (lower-dose CJC/Ipamorelin + BPC-157 nightly) plus full supplement stack to keep progressing without camp-level intensity.
Months 5–6: Refinement & Peak Power (+15 lbs)
By now Sarah had accepted her new identity. She reduced volume slightly for better recovery and aesthetics, adding more posing practice and cardio (heavy sled pushes and battle ropes that left her glistening and horny).
She gained another 15 pounds of dense muscle, ending the six months at roughly 275 lbs — 130 lbs heavier than when she left for camp. Body fat stayed low at ~11%. She looked like a fantasy come to life: an ultra-muscular, voluptuous, powerful woman who could dominate a powerlifting platform and then fuck her husband into submission the same evening.
Her strength became superhuman for her size:
•  Squat: 675 lbs × 3
•  Bench: 495 lbs raw
•  Deadlift: 835 lbs
•  Strict overhead press: 315 lbs for reps
In daily life she was careful but playful. She'd lift the front end of your car to change a tire "for fun," or carry all the groceries plus you in a fireman's carry up the stairs. At parties, friends stared in open disbelief and arousal. Sarah loved it. She started wearing tighter clothes on purpose, enjoying how people reacted to her veiny 20-inch arms and shelf-like chest.
Sex evolved into something almost worshipful. She'd spend long sessions making you worship every new striation — making you trace the deep separations in her quads, lick the veins across her biceps, bury your face between her massive, powerful glutes while she flexed. She could now hold a full vacuum pose while riding you, her waist pulling in dramatically against the flaring lats and quads. Multiple orgasms became routine for her; the enhanced blood flow and neural efficiency turned her into a near-constant state of low-level arousal that peaked whenever she lifted or flexed for you.
By the end of the six months, Sarah was no longer "your wife who went to muscle camp." She was your muscle goddess — bigger, stronger, hornier, and more in love with her new body (and with how you worshipped it) than ever. She'd stand naked in front of the mirror most mornings, hitting poses while you watched from bed, then crawl back in and growl:
"Another six months? Or should we book the camp again for a full year next time?"
Her thick, calloused hand would wrap around your cock, squeezing with perfect, controlled power, abs flexing as she waited for your answer — ready to keep growing for you, because of you, and because she fucking loved what she had become

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[Wookey]

Maybe they should both go together to bodybuilding camp

[phil123]

And on her last day she booked another 6 month camp (for couples)

[phil123]

And on her last day she booked another 6 month camp (for couples)

[erocha75]

Great story!! Thanks for sharing!! Pls have her book another 6 months!!

[erocha75]

One small observation, though: at 275lbs and 5ft 6in, Sarah should probably have arms significantly larger than 20in. With Ronnie Coleman's contest weight of 300 lbs and 5ft 11in height, he had 24in arms. Sarah being considerably shorter and only 25lbs lighter than Ronnie, I'd reckon Sarah's arms should be around 23in (albeit she has a bit more fat than a male elite bodybuilder, but still). For further reference, Amazonka has 20in arms, is 1in taller than Sarah and "only" weighs 220lbs (contest).

[fitgirlfanguy]

Incredible story!  Great, descriptive writing.  Some of the best I've enjoyed in a while here.  Looking forward to future chapters!