Author: [Nixon] Stories~collected

[Nixon74]

 

Stories in this collection:

Chloe

The Tattoo


Chloe
By Nixon 

Foreword
I was browsing some ancient folder full of old female muscle stories when I found a very basic gay male muscle growth story named Teen Muscle Stud. Instead of hastily deleting it, I suddenly had the urge to do a RoboJoe and to do a quick rewrite of it into a Female Muscle Growth story... I edited it again because in the original the characters are 16 and apparently that is offensive to some people. I found I couldn’t stop tinkering with it and I added more and more. I’ve rewritten quite a bit more than I originally intended, I don’t think the original author would recognize his story. I hope you’ll like it, let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: Contains graphic sex, strong language, a little violence and of course muscle growth. All characters are above 18. Do not read if you are considered too young by the laws of your country. (As if…)
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Part I - Jordan

   I was an ordinary and – some say - cute girl with ordinary hopes and dreams. Sure, I had always wanted to be good at P.E. and other sports but it just never happened. I never thought I would be strong or muscular or even wanted to be. This all changed when I reached my senior year in High School and I first met Jordan.  Jordan was this new girl in our class and she was BIG. We’d never even really spoken until I had a confrontation with her after gym class. Somehow she thought that I had hidden her gym bag and clothes. It was the first time I saw her without a shirt on. She came up to me and grabbed my shirt. “Give me back my stuff!” Jordan shouted in my face. I could see the anger in her eyes. She then tightened her grip. I could see her forearms bulge as her grip tightened. “I haven’t touched your bag!” I cried. She got really mad and she lifted me off the floor. I was scared but I was also feeling something else. I was very much aroused. This girl, my own age, was standing there, holding me off the floor. I could see her biceps rumbling with power, a thick vein wrapped around it. I was much shorter than her and so she had only needed to lift me up to her chest, I was two feet off the floor and still only at her chest. I am not complaining because this meant that I was looking directly at her thick pecs. They were amazing, I was almost tempted to reach out and touch them. I refrained and looked down, another mistake. Now I was staring at her ripped six-pack. It was phenomenal, I could clearly make out the bulges of muscle in her stomach. I swear there were more than six large bumps of muscle knotted up in that stomach. I was still in shock at the fact that I was being held off the floor by this chick and she barely seemed to notice the weight on her arm. I thought that she was going to kill me. Luckily for me another girl found her bag and so she put me down. She shook my hand.   “Sorry, I got a little carried away there. My name is Jordan” “it’s okay, Chloe…  I mean ehm, I am Chloe” I stammered. After Jordan left I sat down, still in shock at the strength of this Amazon. She was not only incredibly muscular but also much taller and definitely twice, if not three times as strong as me.

   From that day on I looked forwards to P.E. when I would see her again. She was not the only strong girl in the school but she was the most muscular and I liked her the best. Sometimes I went into the gym and I would watch in awe as she loaded up the weights and proceeded to work out. She often wore a wife beater in the gym which meant that when she did bench presses and other arm exercises you could see her biceps flex under the pressure. They were huge, how I wished I could be like her. As it happened the other day her basketball jersey had got ripped and so it hardly covered the front of her. I could see her big pecs and ripped six pack as she worked them out. I think lots of people in my class are jealous of her and, she knew it. She would load on the extra weights just to show off. Some people reckoned she was taking steroids but I didn't care as long as she looked so good.

   Once when we came out of P.E. some other kids were flexing their biceps to see who had the biggest arm. They all had nice biceps. Then Jordan came up to the biggest of the others and flexed her arm. It was like comparing a tennis ball with a soft ball, only the tennis ball was soft and squidgy and the other, large, heavy and hard as a rock. The biggest guy looked puny in front of her. Some of the other guys went to feel her huge ball of muscle but, when they touched it, it didn't even dent her skin. Her muscle was so hard and powerful. I also went to feel it, it was amazing. I could grip her arm with all my might and her muscle would not even budge. When one of the other kids asked her how strong she was she grabbed that boy and the nearest girl to her, which happened to be me. With one of us in each hand she hoisted us both off the floor, one in each arm. She was unbelievable, holding up both of us. She put us down and we carried on changing. I could hardly take my eyes off her massive body.

   That evening I lay in bed thinking about her. I was confused about my sexuality. I wasn’t gay was I? And yet I was so attracted to her. I wasn’t into her as a girl, I was into her muscles, I realized! I was just wishing that I could be like her. I wanted to be able to hold people off the ground and have them admire me, even fear me. But how the hell would I get as buff as she was? Sure, I could go to the gym but I was too embarrassed to go in. I would be surrounded by people who worked out all the time and I would look pathetic. I put myself to sleep by masturbating furiously, with images of huge, bulging muscles on my mind.

   A couple of months later I was in a Chemistry lesson. I had used the wrong chemicals by accident. When I mixed them, they overflowed and went all over my hands. I washed it off and carried on with the experiment. Later on that day I looked at my hands and noticed that they seemed bigger. I flexed my fingers and they felt fine, better in fact, stronger too. I wanted to compare them with somebody else's hands and so I challenged a boy in my class to a game of mercy. He accepted thinking that he would win easily. When we locked hands I could see that my hands were as big as his and my fingers were thicker. I tightened my grip and got ready. I noticed that my hands seemed a lot stronger. My grip was more powerful! I almost beat him. What the hell happened? I thought back to the Chemistry lesson. It must have been the chemicals that I spilt on my hands! Eureka! I accidentally had invented some sort of growth formula! I had taken notes on the lesson and so, before I went home I took the chemicals I needed from the lab. Excited I raced back home.

   I mixed up the chemicals again but this time I took the mixture and spread it all over my stomach and chest. It felt warm and like maple syrup. I waited for a while but nothing happened. I had to wash it off and put some clothes on. I had my shower and went down for dinner. When I came up I took off my T-shirt and went to look in the mirror. I almost died. I had developed a beautiful six pack, not a very thick one but there were definitely bumps on my stomach. I tensed the muscle and rubbed my hand over it. “mmmmmm” I moaned, They felt amazing, six hard lumps of muscle on my stomach. I looked up at my chest and could see clear lines between pecs when I tensed them. My necklace now dangled between to big muscles. I had grown muscles! I then mixed all of the chemical that I had and put it in a bath. I added water so it covered my whole body. I got in the bath and relaxed. I sat in the solution for 10 minutes and then got out and cleaned off. I went and lay down on my bed.
       
  Suddenly I felt a tingling in my legs. I felt my jeans get tighter around my legs. I quickly took them off and looked at them. My legs were growing thicker and stronger. “Oooo, yesss” I gasped, this felt amazing! I could feel my legs widening as my quads grew, forming tear drop shapes over my small knee caps. My hams thickened and my glutes bulged out into hard round orbs. I could see my skin tightening to fit the muscle underneath. The feeling moved up through my body and into my stomach. My already nicely developed six pack grew again. This time I could see the individual abs growing. O Yes! I was getting my dream! The feeling went up to my pecs. They pushed my small breasts upward and outward. I could now clearly see two thick slates of muscle on my upper body with striations alongside them. I traced the deepening grooves between my pecs and abs with my fingers. “” Yesssssss Yesssss!” I hissed. My shoulders were now capped with serious muscle, I couldn’t see my back but I felt it thickening with muscles. I put my hands on my hips and flared my new lats. God damn! Did I look tough!! It spread out to my arms. My biceps and triceps were growing. I flexed in the mirror and watched as my arms went from nothing to something as big as Jordan’s, who I admired and fantasized about so often. It was like the biceps were being blown up. Big balls of muscle the size of softballs jumped from my arms and split on top. I started to rub and squeeze them. Oh they felt so fucking fantastic, so fucking hard. Then my forearms grew, they got bigger and rounder and if I tensed them veins popped up everywhere, I could see the power pulsing through them. I hit all kinds of bodybuilder poses in the mirror, what a muscle babe I was! Suddenly the feeling went, my transformation was over. I looked forwards to the next P.E. lesson.

   Finally another P.E. lesson arrived. I took off my clothes as quickly as I could, I went over to where Jordan was changing as soon as she took her shirt off. I stood next to her and noticed that I had also grown taller, I was almost her height. “Hey Jordan, look at this!” I said “I bet that my arms are bigger and stronger than yours now. She didn't even look up, just laughed. I challenged her again and she reached out, put her hand on my chest and pushed. She was hardly trying. When I didn't budge she stood up and looked at me. She saw my new body. “Well, well look who’s been workin’ out” She then pushed again with all her might but I still didn't budge. A surprised look came over her pretty face. “I am still much stronger than you and I have still way bigger biceps were than yours”, she blurted out. She called some friends over and asked them to judge. She took her arm and flexed. There it was again, that huge ball of power that used to intimidate me so much. I then took up position next to her and flexed my biceps. She could now clearly see that my arm was bigger than hers. She backed down and continued getting changed. When we got to P.E. we found out that we were having a lesson in the gym. To my surprise, Jordan, came up to me. “You’re the only one here who looks what she’s doing in a gym.  Would you be my gym partner today?” she asked. I happily accepted. We spent all lesson showing off to the others. I noticed a lot of people were staring at me and so I would occasionally go into a pose to impress them. I liked my new body and the attention it got me.

  Later, when we were changing back, that little shit Liam, who always pestered everybody, took the keys from my locker. I saw him from the corner of my eye. He was a tiny guy but was well known as being very aggressive when pushed. I cornered him in the lockers. “Give me my keys, you little shit!” ”I don’t have them” he smiled with a shit eating grin. I got really mad. I felt the fury run through my body, it tensed up and then I suddenly grabbed him by his shirt. He grabbed my arms and tried to pull them off him. His hands didn't even go round my arm. His eyes widened in amazement, and fright. He looked at my big body and just realized that he was in real trouble. “Let me go you crazy bitch!” he screamed. I decided to show him, and the rest of the class, who was boss. They would not fucking with me anymore! I lifted him clean off the floor and with a deep breath, threw him into the lockers. He ran toward me and went to punch me but I grabbed his fist and easily twisted his arm round behind his back. He squirmed around but didn’t get lose. “Aaaah, let me go, let me go, you’re breaking my arm” he whimpered. I let him fall and he gave me my keys. As I walked off it started to dawn on me how strong I had gotten. I was not a superwoman or anything but I had become very, very strong for an eighteen year old girl. Things that seemed very heavy before now didn’t seem much. People would respect me now.

   The weeks after my change were fantastic. Everywhere I went heads turned. People even stopped me and asked if they could take a picture with me. I felt like a celeb. These new muscles were the best thing that ever happened to me. My new body needed fuel though, I was always hungry and I ate like a horse every day. But after a couple of months I noticed that I was getting leaner and lighter. The process was slow, but it was there. I didn’t dare to try the formula again. I didn’t know what would happen if I did. I might go too far. There was only one thing for it. I needed to hit the gym! I joined the gym where Jordan trained. It was a no nonsense, hardcore kind of gym. At first I felt awkward in the gym. I may have looked like a young woman that had been lifting heavy for years and my physique was close to a pro bodybuilder in size, but I never lifted all that much weight in the gym before. But by eyeballing Jordan I quickly learned the basics and I soon got the hang of it. We were the biggest and best looking girls there, and so we got a lot of attention. Pretty soon Jordan’s basketball practice schedule changed and interfered with mine. That left me mostly to myself. But that wasn’t a problem when I needed a second, guys were lining up to spot me. My muscles responded happily to all the exercise. And when I added protein powder to my diet, I could easily retain my beautiful, massive muscles. Slowly but surely I started getting even bigger and stronger. All the guys were seriously impressed with my growing strength. I was very strong for my size, and only a few of the biggest men in could match my lifts. Damn! I loved bodybuilding!

[Nixon74]

Part II - Donald

   After my graduation I was fortunate enough that I could go to college. First on my list was finding a good gym. Luckily there was a gym close to my dorm. Most of the gym goers were normal people. There was however a group of four friends who were much bigger than all the other regulars. They were not just big but they were covered in thick, veiny muscle everywhere. They were much more muscular than Jordan and me or the guys from my home town gym. Next to those freaks I looked like a little girl. They were obviously heavy on the juice. Nobody got that freakishly large the natural way. They had arms the size of my legs and their bloated legs looked as thick as a small trees. They were bullies and lorded over everybody. If they weren’t bothering the few women in the gym there they ridiculed the smaller men. Apparently complaining to the management about their behavior didn’t mean much, one of them was the owner’s nephew or something. Because the other gyms were much further from my dorm, I still choose to train there anyway and tried to ignore them as best I could.

  But after a few times coming in they started noticing my physique and my heavy lifting. Suddenly I became the center of their attention. The pack came up to me, “So girlie do you think you’re strong?” they taunted. “I am quite strong, thank you” I replied. Then one of them went into a double biceps pose. His arms were fantastic, the biceps clearly bulged out of his arms. Then one of the other two started to flex and unflex his pecs. They started moving up and down. These huge muscles were enough to intimidate anyone. I then looked down at his stomach. He had what you call a muscle gut, it was thick, the balls of muscle clearly separated by deep grooves. If he lay down you could run water down them they were so deep. “Very impressive. I am obviously not nearly as strong as you guys. Would you be so kind to piss off and leave me to my workout now?” I snapped to them.

  Then Donald, the leader of them and the biggest of them all, waddled over to me. “Such a big mouth on a little skirt. I should put this bitch in her place, boys” he smirked to his cronies.  He put his hand around my neck and lifted me off the ground. He was holding me up with one arm and I was chocking. He then with seemingly no effort, threw me back onto the floor. He had thrown me about 5 feet through the air with no effort on his behalf. He walked over to me and looked me over. I could see this tall dude towering over me, my head was spinning. He then grabbed my shirt and picked me up, clean off the floor. That was no easy task, since I had grown my muscles I weighed 183 pounds. He held me up for at least a minute.  “So let me explain” he said “I am the strongest person you will ever meet. Your little muscles don’t mean much here, puny little cunt. I am the boss of this place”. He rattled on but I wasn’t listening. I was looking at his amazing body. Those arms were enormous and those massive pecs were just so extraordinary. I was so tempted to reach out and feel them but was scared shitless of what he would do to me if I did. I am a sucker for hypertrophied, huge muscles, even if they belong to a major dickhead. I restrained the strange urge and I didn’t touch him. He was a repulsive asshole! He let me go and I dropped to the floor. “So you now your place now, little girl?” I nodded, close to tears. As he waddled away laughing my anger started building. That motherfucker! How dare he treat me like that! Nobody treats me like that!

   That night I took 5 times the amount of the chemicals I had used last time. I’ll show those assholes who’s boss indeed! I would show him! I mixed them up and prepared the bath just like the last time. I sat in it for half an hour. I became a little drowsy from the strange fumes the formula gave off, so I didn’t soak in the stuff any longer. A little dazed I went upstairs and without thinking put my jeans and a T-shirt on. Then I lay on my bed. I suddenly felt a tremendous pain in my stomach. All the muscles in by body tensed up, I couldn't breathe or even move. Suddenly I felt a huge surge of energy shoot out to all the corners of my body. I found that my body was all rigid and I couldn't move, I was standing helpless as this vast power overtook my body. Abruptly it was all over, just as fast as it began. Then I felt my legs start to tingle. My legs were growing outward, I could see the jeans get tighter and tighter. Suddenly I realized that my legs were getting too big to fit in the Jeans. They got tighter and tighter and then suddenly there was a ripping sound and the jeans were in rags on the floor. My muscles were so big and powerful that they had burst out of my jeans. I put my hands on my quadriceps and saw that they were much, much thicker. I tensed the muscle and could see the pure power. One of my legs was wider than my waist. Is I rubbed my hands along them they felt so hard and powerful. They could do anything.

  Suddenly my back arched and I felt pockets of muscle popping up all over it. The t-shirt just split easily under the strain, leaving only the sleeves on my now pathetic looking arms. I looked in the mirror, it was like looking at a male pro bodybuilders back except it was mine and I was only an eighteen year old girl. I wished I could feel what it would be like to massage those huge muscles all over my back. My whole body as much wider now. I flared my lats and my boulder shoulders looked a mile away from each other! The power spread down my arms. The biceps and triceps grew until my arms were unbelievably massive. Football sized biceps supported by thick, meaty horseshoe triceps made them look at least twice as round as before. The enormous, bulging muscles were so big that I was scared that my skin would burst! My t-shirt was so tight it hurt. I put one hand on my biceps and flexed it hard and it felt so good, then I flexed more and “Riiiiiip” the arms on the t-shirt could not take it anymore, they split into shreds.

  Then my forearms grew, they now looked like large, powerful branches as opposed to pathetic twigs. Snakelike veins wound their way down my arms, starting from my mammoth delts, over the peaks of my mountainous biceps, wrapped themselves around the corded muscles of my forearms, all the way to my strong hands. They stood out so much and they made my arms look many times more impressive. Then as I looked at my hands, my fingers grew, longer and thicker. They looked like they could grip anything and squish it into a tiny ball.

  All of a sudden my pecs surged outward, as if they were deflated balloons and now they were being blown up until they were near bursting. I could fit my fingers in the deep gaps underneath them and I could make them bulge up and down. The striated slabs augmented my small breasts. My chest looked fucking fantastic! My muscled tits could fill a c-cup easily with muscles alone. My six pack started to grow, the valleys on my stomach got deeper and deeper. More muscles popped up all over my waist. I had an eight pack now and clearly defined obliques as well. Just as I thought that it was over my traps started to grow thicker and rounder and the only remaining part of my t-shirt buckled under the power of my neck! I struck a most muscular in the mirror. I stared in awe at the most muscular physique I ever saw. I had added couple of inches to my height too. I flexed as hard as I could. “Grrrrrr” I grunted. Veins popped up all over my titanic muscles. Fuck yeah! I was a total muscle beast!

   Luckily I had some looser sportswear that just fitted me and even they were tight. I got into gym early the next day. I couldn't wait to demonstrate the immense power of my new killer body. I waited at the smoothie bar a while because the pack wasn’t there. When they arrived and went into the locker room, a jolt of anticipation went through me. I could remove my sweater now, so that they could see my massive muscles!! I quickly took off my sweater and pants and stood only in a tight halter top and tiny spandex shorts. I walked over to the free weight area and started casually curling with two light dumbbells, only to feel a little pump. I abruptly realized the dumbbells were 40 pounders, but I could hardly feel them. As they approached me, I quickly racked the dumbbells and turned to face them. The smallest of them came up to me and tried to make me back off. He looked nervous. They had obviously noticed my new size and was worried. He reached his arm out to push me but before he could touch me, I grabbed his hand. I had my hand around his fist and lightly gripped it. I could see that he was in pain. As I tightened my grip he squealed and squirmed. The power of my grip was so powerful. I released him and he ran straight at me. I just stood there and waited. He ran straight into my chest and bounced straight off again. He fell onto the floor. I placed my hand around his neck.  I lifted him up and he came up off the floor like a rag doll. I continued lifting and then as he rose off the floor completely he started to choke. I didn't want to kill anybody so I launched him away, not hard, just enough. To my surprise he flew at least 15 feet across the room. If I could throw somebody that far without and effort then I had to be the strongest fucking girl in the world!!

  Then Donald came up to me. "I told you yesterday bitch, I am boss around here." He placed his hand on my neck ready to lift me up again but found that his hand now barely went around the thickness of my neck. I was also a few inches taller now. He took a deep breath and tried to lift me. He didn't seem to realize that muscles weigh a hell of a lot. I saw his arm bulge as he used all his force to try to lift me but unlike yesterday, he could not. I think he was really shocked even though it was blatantly obvious from my massive biceps, thick chest and eight pack. And of course, my wonderful legs, which were now so big and covered in veins that they looked like two ancient oak trees wrapped in ivy. I flexed my huge arms and showed him just how BIG I really was now. He stared dumbfounded at my display, still trying to pull me off the floor. His arms was pumped up with the strain but nothing happened. It was my turn now.

  I placed my hand around his biceps. I tightened my grip on his flexed biceps and it squished like a sponge. ”Why Donnie, those puny arms of yours are as soft as Play Doh” I giggled. He screamed in pain as he stopped flexing because I was hurting him. This caused everybody who wasn't staring to start. I decided to show off a bit more and so with one hand around his I picked him up. I grabbed him by the throat and held him high off the floor.  He was amazingly light. I shook him as if he was a rag doll. “Who’s stronger now?” I teased. “Not such a big mouth now ain’t ya? Tell us Donald! Tell us who is bigger, and much, much stronger than you?” I cooed. Donald didn’t reply. “What’s the matter wimp? Cat got your tongue?” I slapped him. Tears sprung from his eyes. “I’ll ask you again, who’s stronger now?” “Who is superior to you in every way?” I said menacingly. A big red blotch showed up on his face were I struck him. “You are, damn it” he stammered finally.  “And who’s the pathetic wimp, here?” Again he needed a little persuasion and so I squeezed his arm again, his muscles were no match for my strength and I started crushing his biceps to pulp. He screamed in agony. “aaaah, I am, I am a wimp. Please stop! Please!”

  I then put him down but I saw in his eyes that he had more fight in him. He went straight for my stomach. I simply stood and tensed my rock hard abs and the power and speed of his fist were easily absorbed by my muscles. “Pathetic! Is that all you have? Come on, little man, give me your best shot.” I teased. He went again and again until he fell to his knees out of breath. His head was right between my legs and so I closed them on it. I knew that he could feel how solid and powerful my muscles were. “I could split your skull like a melon” I said. I released his head, grabbed his the back of his shirt and stood him up. He still bowed forwards and so I put his head under my arm pit and put my arm around his neck in a head lock position. I did not squeeze with my arm yet. He tried to pull his head out so I flexed my muscles. I could feel my boulderous biceps easily crushing his throat. “Or I could choke you to death” I smirked. “Ahhh release me!” he yelled out.

  So I did and again he fell to the floor. “Don’t be such a wimp! I wasn’t even trying” I said. I looked around and everybody was staring at me like I was a goddess. I liked that a lot! I stood him up again and then put my hand in his crotch and another on his chest. I hoisted up with my lower hand so that I was holding him up in the air over my head with two hands. I bounced him up and down a couple of times and each time he went down my biceps would bulge and everybody would gaze in amazement at the size of them. Then I put him down because if I threw him I would really hurt him.

  As I put him down the other two guys in the gang both ran at me at the same time to try to knock me to the floor. Unfortunately for them I was much bigger and heavier than both of them and so I stayed firmly rooted on the floor and they bounced off me. I proceeded to grab one of their necks in each hand and hold them off the floor. They kicked and tried to hit my arms to make me let go but it was like I wasn't even holding anything up. I counted to three and then threw them both as hard as I could. They went flying through the air like I had thrown a baseball. They went at least 15 feet before hitting the wall and falling down. They did not even try to get up. They were in shock at the amazing power of my arms. "Anybody else?" I growled. Nobody moved a muscle.

  I sauntered over to the limp form of Donald who was still on his knees. I gripped his chin and made him look in my eyes. “Now here’s what’s going to happen. You and your boys will never, ever hassle anybody in this gym or outside this gym. If you do, I’ll hear and you’ll have me to answer to. Next time I won’t go so easy on you. Do you understand?”  I squeezed his chin hard to make my point. I could easily break it with just the strength of my grip, but I held back. “Yes, I understand” Donald mumbled. “Now take your pathetic little friends and fuck off!” I snarled. The four beaten men quickly left the scene, their heads hung in fear and shame. A loud cheer went through the gym and people applauded. Smiling broadly I bowed to my audience. I felt like a super heroine!

              Elated I went back to the locker room and started to put my clothes back on. People came up to me and asked me to flex my arms for them so that they could feel them. They would rub my arms and squeeze them and would all be amazed at the hardness and power. I wanted to see just how strong I was and to show off to them. There was a long heavy metal pole lying on the floor under the lockers. I went and got it. I held it at waist height and go 3 people to sit on each side of it. They all sat on it and I felt no strain, just had to put a little effort into it. I then lifted the bar up over my head and brought it back down to waist height. I was lifting SIX people with hardly any effort! I was only a nineteen year old girl and most of the people can barely lift up one of their friends, not SIX!! After lifting them 10 times I decided to try and fit more people on. I got 3 people on both sides and two in between my arms, eight people! I could feel some weight now, like I used to feel when I lifted a television. I lifted them up and brought them down. It was only a little effort. I was amazed at my own power and the people on the bar were stunned! The size of my biceps as I lifted eight of my fellow students was huge, phenomenal even! I repeated the lifting 20 times and I think they were feeling sick, I however was hardly tired! I put them down gently and they wandered off and got changed. I also worked out that if the average person weighs 150 pounds then earlier I was curling 1200 pounds! That is fucking strong for a nineteen year old girl! Actually that is impossibly strong for anyone!

  When I was almost ready to go and everybody else had left already I picked up the bar again. It was a solid bar like on scaffolding. I gripped it with two hand and tried to bend it. I twisted with all the power in my muscles, I could see it starting to give way. With all the muscles in my body working together I gave one final tremendous burst. I could feel the muscles explode under the power and then with a loud creaking noise the bar bent. I could not believe it, I never thought that I could do it, it was just a silly idea! I then realized I was beyond anyone, I was truly superhumanly strong, I was a fucking She Hulk!

   Nobody would mess with me now and everybody would hang around with me so that I would protect them if they got in tot trouble. I had never had so many people crowding around me before. If they weren't only there for my strength and stunning body then I may have been happier with it. I wondered how many of them actually liked me. Once when we were walking home from a late night dancing some guy started on one of my friends. Then the son of a bitch pulled a knife on my friend. I walked over to him and grabbed his wrist. I gripped it hard and the knife dropped to the floor. I tightened my grip and could feel his wrist snapping under the power of my grip. I let go of his wrist and held him above my head. The muscles in my arm were pressing tight up against my t-shirt. I held both his ankles and dangled him upside down. My powerful hands went all the way around his ankle. He tried to grab my legs but they were so big and round that he could not find purchase. I let go with one hand and put that hand on his stomach. I pushed up and let go of his ankle. He was lying on my hand and I was holding him above my head. I pulled my hand back and with one quick sharp movement I pushed him forward. He went flying through the air like he was superman. He eventually crash landed on the grass. He lay there on the grass, part in agony but mostly stunned at the distance I had thrown him and the power and strength I had to be able to do that to him.

[Nixon74]

Part III - Rick

   I was home for the holidays. My best friend Rick came to stay over for the holidays because his parents were away on a cruise.  I hadn’t seen him in over a year. I knew Rick since I was little and he was my best friend slash the brother I never had. Before we grew up, I was a bit of a tomboy around him. We always used to have play fights and of course he would always beat the crap out of me, being the guy. Tonight would be very different. He was also going regularly to the gym, but nothing too fanatical. Still, blessed with the right genes, he had grown into quite a hunk and was pretty muscular.

  We never were romantic or anything but lately I started to feel something more when I thought of him. He knew I had been lifting weights but he hadn’t seen the new me. I was very worried what he would think of my changes. As we went to my room he first noticed my new height. It was hard to miss of course because I was 2” taller than his 6 foot 2. “Wow Chloe! You have grown so tall!” he said amazed. “Yup, had late growth spurt, I guess” I replied as casually as I could. In my room we started getting ready for the night.  As he took his shirt off I stared at his pecs which I used to think were so big. He did not put a nightshirt on. I decided to do the same. As I removed my top, leaving only my sports bra, I saw him stare at my thick chest and so I pec bounced a bit for him. His eyes went wide when he scanned the rest of my colossal body. I smiled. Catching the questions in his eyes, I shrugged “I’ve been working out”. “You don’t say” he replied dryly.

   Rick hid his shock well and tried to act cool as always. We fell in to a familiar routine and started playing Streetfighter on the PlayStation. I told him not to beat me but, he did. I stood up and said "How dare you beat me! You pathetic little wimp!!” He and I both knew that I was teasing but he went along with it. "Who are you calling pathetic, you overgrown Amazon", he asked. I decided to show him, I put my hands under his arm pits and lifted him helplessly off the floor. He was kicking at me but his legs didn't even reach me. He could see my biceps holding him up. He reached out and rubbed his hands along them. "They're awesome!” he said. "They are not even flexed", I replied. I took one arm away and flexed it. I was getting pretty pumped up and the snake like veins, topped the alpine peaks of my biceps and wrapped my thick, succulent forearm. I was holding him up with one arm and he was rubbing his hand on my enormous, tense biceps. He squeezed them but they didn't even dent. "They feel like stone, so strong and so hard, you are truly amazing. I mean look at you, you have been holding me off the floor with one arm for ages!” I enjoyed him worshiping me and I think he enjoyed praising me. "If your biceps are this big and strong, what does your chest feel like?

  I put him down and went into a most muscular pose where my massive pecs were like glaciers of muscle which had frozen solid to form my immense chest. He rubbed his hands over them and around them, thumbing my steel hard nipples. It felt so good. I started to ripple them, then tensing each pectoral individually bouncing my small breasts up and down. He was amazed.  "How do you do that?” he asked. "Pure muscle, that's how", I told him. “Are your abs also this hard?” he asked. “Do your worst!” I said. He then took a step back and threw a big, heavy punch straight at my stomach. He was a strong guy, I was a bit worried but I just held still. It was like a drop of rain dripping on me. “Is that all you got?” I laughed. His fist that used to be able to wind me and leave me in pain so easily just bounced off. "Woah, your abs feel like a brick wall, my hand is hurting from hitting you. I have no chance at beating you now, do I?”

              Then he walked right up to me, grabbed me in a bear hug and proceeded to try to lift me up. Before he could easily pick me up and I would always be amazed at his strength. I watched as the muscles in his arm, that I used to worship, tensed trying with all the power in them to lift me. The muscle in my body had increased my weight so much that he could not even budge me. I watched as his face screwed up as he tried harder. I placed one of my hands on his arm and picked him up effortlessly. "Ricky, you're a pathetic little wimp, you can’t even move me! I can pick you up like a toothpick and you and all your muscles that you are so proud of can’t even budge me. You are a disgrace!” I teased. I put him in a head lock and then flicked him up so he was upside down with his head in my arms. I lowered him down and laid him on my gigantic, muscle bound leg. I held his head up with one of my hands and placed the other on his six pack. I pushed down gently and his stomach squished under the power of my hands. As I pushed down with my fingers he squealed and gasped for breath. I released him as he fell off my leg onto the floor. I lifted him up as high as I could, then, I threw him all the way across my room onto my bed. He lay there and shouted out, "Fuck me! You just threw me across your room like a doll! You must be the strongest girl alive!! Hell, the strongest human!!” I then walked over to my bed which he was lying on. I placed my hands under it and lifted it clean off the floor. He leaned over the edge and looked down at me. He could see my gigantic quads bulging, my arms tense, "Isn't this even heavy for you?" he asked as he started to bounce on it. "This heavy? I can lift eight guys off the floor and do 20 reps with them. You don't get it do you, Rick, I am so strong that I could snap you in half like a twig. I could throw you so far through the sky as if you were a tiny, weightless tennis ball. I could throw you five stories up in the air and catch you with no effort!” I bragged. All the time I could see him fantasizing about me and my gargantuan body, my temple of strength. I put the bed down on the floor and he sat up. I flexed one of my biceps and with the other arm I picked him up and sat him on my mountainous peak. I flexed and unflexed and he bobbed up and down. He was stunned at the power I possessed. I put him back on the floor.

   "Could you do me a favor please Rick." I asked him. "Sure, anything.” he replied. "Remember that I used to adore your big biceps, could you flex them for me please". "Sure but you know that compared to yours mine don't exist!” "Yeah, but I want to see something." He flexed both of his biceps and sure enough, his arm bulged and that symbol of his manhood that used to be so much bigger, harder and stronger than mine popped up. Compared to what I had seen in the mirror it did now look somewhat small but, for a nineteen year old guy it was pretty big. I walked up to him and then placed my thumb under his triceps and my forefinger over his flexed biceps. I closed my grip slightly and the rock of power that I used to not be able to even dent, just crumbled and slipped away under my slight grip. I then gripped his arm with my whole had and gripped it fairly tight. "Shit! Let go, you're fucking hurtin’ me" He shouted. I put a tiny bit more effort in and he screamed out, "Let me go you bitch, you're going to crush my arm!!!!!” I let go, I knew he was mad at me. He was not used to being hurt by me and he was now very angry at me. He swung at me with all his might but like before his pathetic punch made no dent in my rock hard, serrated abs, it just bounced off. He swung again, this time he missed and hit my pecs. They just absorbed the energy of his fist and stopped it dead. He swung one more time and again I stood and watched his hand bounce off my abs.

   He then started to laugh, "You're my best friend and a girl and you're half a year younger than me yet you are now taller than me and your muscles are insane. I would kill to have muscles like you. You are like a goddess. I don't know whether to run like hell or worship your body!! I used to be able to beat the crap out of you and at least you had a chance at winning and now look at you! I can't even hurt you, I can't pick you up, if I try to bear hug you I can’t even get my arms around you and if I could it would be like trying to squeeze an oak tree. Your muscles are so dense that I can't even move you when I take a run up. My punches don't even dent your skin, let alone hurt you or wind you. All the power in my biceps that took me years to develop mount to nothing against your stomach! You can effortlessly make your abs harder than a brick wall. If I try to get you in a head lock you just stand up and I end up hanging off you helplessly. Your legs are so monstrously thick that I couldn't even get my arms around them to try to tackle you. I am about as much threat to you as a fly. Then there’s you. Your arms look like they have footballs in them.  You can effortlessly lift me off the floor and hold me there, it doesn't even make your muscles tense. If you get me in a head lock then by flexing your humongous arms, you can break my fucking neck. You said yourself that you can throw me like I was a rag doll. If you punched me, not only would you wind me but you would send me flying across the room as well, I would probably end up in hospital. You can crush my biceps which are by no means small, with two fingers. You can put me between your legs and then as you flex a little, you would crush me and squeeze the air out of my lungs, probably break my ribs. It is hardly play fighting anymore, it is throw me around a bit while I watch helplessly. You are like a goddess to me, I cannot compare. You could do anything you wanted to me. I suppose that at least I know that when I am with you I am safe from all muggers, you can be my bodyguard! I want you so bad right now.”

    I was enjoying his ranting a lot. I was posing and flexing during it and he was watching with amazement. I curled my finger, beckoning him to me. He came over to me and started to massage all my muscles, this made me feel so good and so much more powerful. I felt my clit throbbing and I looked at his dick. I could see it was hard because it was so big it pushed at his trousers. While he was massaging one of my biceps I flexed it and suddenly he could not even dent it, just move the skin on top around. I saw his dick get longer and harder. Now I was sure that he wanted me and I know that I wanted him still. He started to flex his muscles, although they were noting compared to mine, they were good enough for me. He pulled down his pants to reveal his massive cock, it was bigger than I ever had imagined. I took down mine to reveal my dripping wet snatch. He placed his hands on my clit and started to finger me. I placed my strong hand on his large cock. I squeezed it hard and pumped it while he did the same to me. His felt so good and I could see that my slit felt the same to him.

  Suddenly we heard a noise, with the speed of light we both pulled our sweats up and sat down at the PlayStation. Then my mum came in. "Having a nice time?” she asked. “Yes mom” I replied and then she looked at me and said, "I never realized that you were such a muscular child, Chloe. You actually you do seem to have grown a lot recently, Rick used to be much bigger than you didn't he?” Then she left and went downstairs. “Your mom is as oblivious to the world as always. Not a word that you sit here in only your bra. She didn't even notice that I have been working out! How could she? Compared to you I am tiny. I am a no hope." His mood had changed dramatically and he turned away from me, sulking. I did feel a little sorry for him. So before he could slip away in self-pity any further, I decided I would help him. I mixed up some of my special brew and put it in the bath tub. "Go have a bath and you'll feel much better". I hadn't given him nearly as much as I had used but there was enough there to give him some pretty impressive muscles and to make him stronger that most men. He might even be able to move me now.

   He sat there in his towel while I had a quick shower, I got out just in time. He was still in his towel and I was putting on my sweat pants when it happened. He stood up suddenly as all the muscles in his body tensed up. The towel fell to the floor. I watched as his legs swelled up with muscle, there was now a clear calf muscle visible and his dripping wet quads were round, thick and almost looked juicy. As they tensed up I could see the areas where his quads bulged out the skin and pulled it taught. Then his dick swelled up a bit and became longer and thicker. His abs popped out one by one to reveal a rock solid six pack and his already large pecs pushed out even more and the shadows under them grew. The hair in his arm pits grew as they did. His arm pits were like buckets with hair lining the bottom. Then his already large biceps grew until they were visible even when unflexed and when they were flexed they looked unbelievable. Now they were huge! They looked deadly! His forearms also grew, what a grip he would have now...

   Then it was all over. As he looked over his new body and nodded with content. He put his pants on and then posed in a double biceps formation. I saw huge balls of power hanging over those arm pits, full of manly hair!! Rick was now a super muscular hunk. He walked up to me and again placed one hand on my crotch and another my chest. He lifted me clear off the floor but was straining to do so. He quickly put me down, "Shit, how much do you weigh?” he asked, "These big guns strain to lift you!!!". "Oh, only 300 pounds or so...” I replied casually. "Only! I weighed 188 pounds before tonight and you weigh a 112 pounds more and you are only a few inches taller. Your muscle is really dense and heavy!" "Yeah, but how much do you weigh now you muscular hunk???” I asked him. "I don't know, I'll just go and weigh, back in a sec.", he went out my room. As he walked out I could see his back was covered in knots of muscle, I wanted to run over and massage it but I did not.

   He returned with his jaw dropped and he was walking funny. It was like he was in a daze. "Well, how much do you weigh?" I asked. "Erm, erm, I think your scales are broken." "Why, how much do they say your new body weighs?" "About 225 pounds, I gained 40 pounds even though I am no taller. I mean, look at this fantastic body, I know it's nothing compared to yours but compared to most, I am a fucking sex god, look at these massive arms!!” He flexed them and again I watched in amazement as the balls in his arm obeyed his command and stood upright. I also admired his deep arm pits, I don't know why, I just did.

   "Turn around, Ricky" I asked and he did so. As he turned he dropped his arms, "No, no don't stop flexing you idiot!!” He went back into the pose and as he did the muscles on his back pressed out. I placed my hands on his shoulders. I started to massage his broad muscular back. His muscle was so hard and warm, I could feel the muscle resist me but it gave way under my strength. After a while I stopped, we had both enjoyed the experience. We both stood there with no top on staring at each other. "Let’s play mercy!" I suggested. He agreed and we linked our hands. We gripped and stood ready. "3, 2, 1, GO!!” On the word go his grip tightened and he tried to push my hands outwards. I resisted and saw his muscles rumbling with power. I tightened my grip on him and saw my forearms bulge out. He grunted with pain but as was usual with him, he did not give in. I pushed outwards and brought his hands round and up. He was resisting with all his might, his big arms were rumbling, I could see pulses running down his huge veins that encircled his forearm like snakes. As I brought his hands up more he shouted in pain. I decided to go in for the kill and so I gripped his hands tighter and brought his hands up so high that without knowing it I was holding him off the floor. He screamed for mercy and I dropped him, amazed at what I had just done. He went to the toilet and whilst I waited for him I posed in the mirror. I had to admit it, I looked fantastic.

       When Rick came back we did not know what to do so we decided to have an arm wrestle. We sat, out hands linked, ready to go. As we started I was relaxed and he took advantage and pushed my arm all the way down but not quite flat. I just stopped him. I pushed the other way slowly but with ease. As I looked at his arm I saw his biceps trembling and bulging out. When we were upright again I put some effort into it and finished him off with ease. We switched arms a couple of times. It was no fun because there was no challenge, I always won. After I put him down with my left one last time, I didn’t let go of his hand. I pulled him forcefully over the table, until our faces met. With my right hand I gripped his hair and I kissed him full on the mouth. Our tongues met in a long, hard and wet kiss. Effortlessly I pulled him further into my hard body and flung him to the floor. His hard rod jumped free of his boxers. “Time to finish what we started” I growled.
 
  I mounted him and took his big cock inside my dripping pussy. His hands roamed every inch of my bulging body he could reach. I flexed every muscle under his touch. “O my god! O my holy Jezus” he cried. His face was a mask of absolute lust and awe. He tried to get up and change position but I easily held him down. “I am in charge here” I breathed in his ear. I pulled his head into my chest “Suck me, lover” I demanded. He enthusiastically start sucking my rock hard nipples. I rode him for god knows how long. Rivulets of sweat streamed over my naked form, accentuating every hard, ripped muscle in my body. It finally was too much for him. He was at the tip of his orgasm. But each time he looked too close to coming I clamped my Amazonian pussy muscles so tight he couldn’t. As I started tot climax and I let him cum and we came together in an endless rush of ecstasy. “mmmmmmm Yes! oooooo god!  Yes! Yes! ooooo god! Fuck Yesssss!” I moaned. It was the longest and heaviest orgasm I ever experienced. I rolled of him, and stood up, our love juices dripping on the inside of my thick thighs. Looking in de the tall mirror I could see my monstrous physique, glistening in sweat and cum stand over Rick. I flexed every muscle in my body simultaneously.  “I am a goddess!” I said. Rick hardly noticed as he was beyond exhausted, his body lay limp on the floor. I scooped his sweaty, naked body up and dropped him on the bed, he instantly went to sleep. I was wide awake, adrenaline and hormones racing in my blood stream. I got up, walked to the window and lit up a cigarette. Sitting in the window sill I stared into the night thinking how I had just fucked my best friend. Where would this all go?
   

[Nixon74]

The Tattoo
By Nixon

Foreword
Somewhere back in time I have downloaded a folder filled with all kind of weird fetish stories, hoping to find female muscle of course. Among the stories there are quite a few male muscle growth stories. I did a rewrite of one, now named Chloe and I found it fun. There is no such thing as too much female muscle stories. So I did another quick adaptation of an originally all male story from 1997 by Bobaroo2. I stuck close to the original text this time. It’s a short story of biceps worship. Let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: Contains graphic sex, and of course muscle worship. All characters are above 18. Do not read if you are considered too young by the laws of your country.

The Tattoo

It was a slow Saturday in Stan's shop.  There had been one woman who had asked questions about whether it would hurt, how much it would cost to have a little butterfly, what if she didn't like it.  Stan explained everything to her and urged her to really think it over before starting, since getting rid of it was more expensive than getting it in the first place.  Since then Stan had spent the afternoon sketching some designs to add to his portfolio. A parrot was what he had been working on lately.

Stan had been doing tattoos for almost 20 years and he had gained a reputation as an artist who was able to render interesting designs on people's bodies.  Several of his clients had been featured in the ink magazines.  Stan was a living catalog of ink and was riddled with tattoos. From an eight ball on the back of his hand to the flaming dice under his left ear, Stan had all kinds of classics all over his body.  He was in his mid-40's with brown hair starting to grey around the temples, a square jaw with a cleft in it, dark blue eyes with the beginnings of crow's feet at the edges. He ran every other day and did exercises like pushups and sit-ups, so his body was lean and taut. No middle age spread had started on his gut yet, and he didn't intend for it to develop any time soon.

Stan heard the shop door open as a customer came in. He finished shading the area he'd been working on and looked up. The customer was a young woman, probably around 25.  She was Stan's height, 5'10", but heavier.  Stan’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets! The girl was HUGE. She had a probably a good 50 pounds of muscle more than Stan did.  She had jet black hair that was bound tight in a thick, single braid going all the way to her butt.  She was pretty. She had a pert nose and a delicate mouth, painted bright red.  Stan looked into her dark brown eyes, framed by long eyelashes. Then he dropped his gaze down to the young woman's body.  Her tee shirt was stretched tightly over the two large mounds of her breasts which were supported by her nicely outlined, thick pecs.  The nipples pushed the material out even more.  Her deltoids were two humps of muscle on either side of her thick neck.  Stan saw how the sleeves of the shirt were hiked up around the two large arms that hung slightly away from the amazon's body; pushed out a little by her wide lats. The shirt was even tight around her narrow waist and Stan could make out the indentations and ridges of the ab muscles underneath.  Tight jeans seemed to be close to losing the battle to contain the girl's thick thigh muscles.

"Hi, are you the owner?" the young woman asked.

"Stan," he answered and held out his right hand.

"I'm Shannon," the girl answered with a smile, showing even white teeth.  Her grip of Stan's hand was firm as she shook.  No bone-crushing showing off, but a sturdy shake.

"What can I do for you?" Stan asked.

"I've been thinking about this for a long time, and I want to get a tattoo. Sort of a band going around my arm. Like here."

As he said that Shannon flexed her right arm and circled around the biceps and triceps with the index finger of her left hand.  She started at the top of his arm, which showed a nice peak, Stan thought.  The finger traced down along the thickest part of the upper arm, touching the triceps and circling back to the biceps.  It was the largest arm that Stan had ever seen in person.

Shannon relaxed her arm and let it down at his side.  Stan saw that the triceps muscle became more evident, even though it wasn't flexed.  Keeping his eyes on the beefy arm, Stan asked, "Did you have any pattern in mind?  Rope, barb wire, Celtic?"

"Something medieval looking, you know, with interlocking patterns and flared bands."

"Hmm, let me get out some sketches," Stan said and finally turned his gaze from Shannon's arm.  He reached over for some sketchbooks and started thumbing through them.  He pulled out a few and Shannon started looking them over.

"You know what I'd like is sort of a combination of this one and this one," she said, pointing at two intricate designs.  "Keep the central part of this one, with the circling loops of this one around it."

Stan nodded.  "Let me do a rough sketch right now."

He bent down to work as Shannon looked around the shop, looking at the pictures of some of Stan's best work.

"I heard you were one of the best guys for miles around," he said.  "A guy at my gym has a tiger that he said you did."

Stan smiled as he remembered Jack.  He had thought that Jack's shoulder was big, but he was a 98 pound weakling next to Shannon.  He shoved the drawing toward Shannon and said, "What do you think?  All in dark blue-green."

"Yeah!  This will look so cool!"

"Because it's so complicated, it will take about 10, 12 hours to do.  To be honest, this would be one of the most complicated ones I've ever done."

"I don't live too close to here.  Would it be a problem if I came for an hour or so each Saturday till it was done?"

"No, that shouldn't matter," Stan replied. "Want to start today?"

"Cool."

Stan got his needles out of the sterilizer and got everything together.  Shannon pushed the material of the shirt sleeve up over the top of her arm, and Stan could see that it was stretched tightly where the bicep tied into the delts. It's going to gouge a circle round her arm before we're done Stan thought.

Stan took Shannon's arm in his left hand.  He picked up a needle with his right and then paused.  He was so overcome by the hardness of Shannon's muscle, even though she was relaxed, that Stan had to regain his composure to keep his hand from shaking.

After an hour Stan said, "Guess that's all for today.  See you same time next Saturday."

"Great," Shannon said.  "I can't wait for this to be done!"

The next week Shannon walked into the store wearing a worn ribbed cotton tank top that clung to her torso like a second skin.  Stan greeted her and got his gear together. He continued the design, starting to tattoo across the top of Shannon's bicep.  Stan hesitated a minute when he approached the thick vein on top.  Shannon's skin seemed so thin that Stan was a little afraid that if he pushed too hard he would puncture the vein!  He gently continued, watching the slight pulse of blood every now and then when Shannon twitched his arm a little. It looked like the vein was a mighty river running the length of Shannon's upper arm, with dozens of tributaries branching off of it.  Stan imagined putting his face to the bicep and tracing along every vein with his tongue.  His cock was pressing hard against the buttons in his jeans, and he remained seated when the session was over so that Shannon wouldn't notice.

Saturdays became the high point of Stan's week.  More than an hour before Shannon's scheduled arrival he got things ready. They would talk about this and that before and after the session, but Stan didn't want to talk while he was working.  He was having a hard enough time concentrating on the art because he was so blown away by the meaty arm he held.  Shannon told him about some of her workout buddies from the gym, and how they were getting interested in his tattoo.  One other woman expressed interest in having some ink done, and Stan told Shannon to have her come in, see what she would like done.  Stan loved hearing Shannon talk about the poundages that were being heaved around at the gym. Shannon herself benched over 360 for several reps, and her meaty pecs were testimony to that. She regularly put 11 plates on each side of the leg press, then needed a friend of hers to get on top because it wasn't enough.

Stan could swear that Shannon's arm was getting bigger.  Finally one day after the session he asked him straight out, "Shannon, what's going on?  Your arm seems way thicker than the first week you were here."

Shannon grinned and said, "Glad to hear you noticed.  I've been training for a contest that's coming up soon, and I've been trying to get bigger.  I've packed on 15 pounds in the last few months, and want to keep the size while I start to get more cut up."

"What are you curling now?" Stan asked, hoping to seem nonchalant.

"Up to 150 in the standing barbell curls.  Concentration curls maxing out to reps with 70.  And it shows, don't you think?"

Then Shannon flexed her arm and placed it right in Stan's field of view.  The tattoo now circled half way round the dense upper arm before him.  Stan noticed that the space between the bicep and Shannon's granite forearm was very small.  It was as if the two groups of muscles were fighting for room on the arm.  The peak was like a second muscle on top of the main rounded base of powerful muscle.

All Stan could do was nod as he sat and stared at the beefy arm in front of him.  Finally Shannon relaxed, smiled, and said, "Next week.  Later," and walked out.

Stan locked the door, ran to the back, and jerked off.  He came in less than a minute, thinking of the young muscle babe that he got to feel each week.

The next week Shannon arrived and said, "I decided to do my workout before coming here.  Blasted my arms to get them really pumped up."

Stan had noticed that the shirt sleeves were ridiculously tight around Shannon's arms, and that there more veins than ever.  Shannon flexed and said, "Check it out.  Got a monster pump today."

Stan reached out and placed his finger tips on the peaked hump of muscle that she offered him.  It was like feeling a rock, except that it had a warm, supple covering - Shannon's thin skin.  Stan noticed that there was still a faint sheen of sweat in the small space between the bicep and forearm. Stan pressed harder, putting his palm on top of the young woman’s muscle. Even squeezing quite hard he could see that he made hardly a dent in the firm flesh. Finally he let go, looked sheepishly into Shannon's brown eyes, and said, "Freaky.  That's all I can say."

Shannon grinned and yelled, "Beyond freaky!  Gonna win that show with these arms.  Not to mention the rest.  Here, look." Stan was startled to see Shannon whip her tee shirt over her head, sporting only a tiny bikini top. She immediately did a lat spread and her wide back fanned out. She crunched out a few other poses: side chest, which showed off her deep pecs; side triceps, revealing a striated horeshoe that Stan remembered touching lovingly; finally grinding out a most muscular pose that had veins popping in her traps and neck, striations fanning out across the broad chest muscles.

Finally Stan said, "Well, I know if I was one of the judges, you'd be the winner.  Let's get that big arm looking even better.  We have about 3 weeks left till it's done."

"Great," Shannon shouted.  "That will be two weeks before the contest!"

When Shannon left Stan again locked up and stroked his dick.  He thought of Shannon on stage, flexing and posing to the screams of the crowd.  And with every pose the tattoo that he had lovingly crafted would be twitching and pulsing on the rippling arm muscles.  Shannon was physically perfect, and the tattoo just accentuated the size and shape of her magnificent arms.

After the remaining sessions.  Stan sat back and said, "That's all folks.  Hope you like it, Shannon."

Shannon looked down at the intricate design that encircled her arm. She went over to a mirror and pushed her fist straight down.  The triceps immediately flared up, a cut-up tear drop coursing down her arm.  She brought the arm up alongside her chest and flexed it at her side.  The tattoo was contorted while the bicep bunched up into a hard ball, crisscrossed with veins. Finally, she brought the arm up alongside her shoulder, then flexed hard. Then Shannon straightened and flexed her arm three more times.  She had continued to work out before coming to Stan's, and the arm was now as big, hard, and cut as it was going to be.

"Like it?  I think it is incredible!" Shannon said with a smile as she turned around to face Stan.

Stan said quietly, "Well, I really liked doing it Shannon. Your arm is what is incredible."

Shannon continued to smile as he stepped closer to Stan. Bringing the arm up close to Stan she flexed again and said, "Yeah, it is incredible, isn't it?” Go ahead Stan, get a good feel now.  Feel this inked up arm."

Stan looked up into Shannon's face.  The woman’s face was still gorgeous, even if the skin was extra tight over her cheek bones as a result of the dieting she had done for the contest.  Shannon had a slight grin still and she nodded at the arm.  "Go ahead Stan."

Stan grabbed onto the thick bicep and squeezed.  Shannon relaxed and flexed a few times, and Stan felt the powerful muscles moving fluidly under his grip. Then when she flexed again Stan pushed his face into the hard muscle and moaned.  His tongue finally did what he dreamed of, licking along the thick vein on top of Shannon's bicep.  He licked in the tight crevice between bicep and forearm, then worked down to Shannon's triceps.

As he was doing this Stan was fumbling with his fly, unbuttoning it to release the stiff hard on inside.  When he worked it loose he yanked it out of his underwear and grabbed it in his hand.

"MMMM, that's a nice size muscle," Shannon said.  "Let me give it a work out."
Shannon spit into her palm and started pumping Stan's raging hard on.  Stan reached under and pulled on his balls, watching Shannon's arm all the while. The biceps muscle was flexing, causing the tattoo to ripple and move.  Stan saw the triceps swelling, stretching the tattoo each time that the muscle babe's hand reached the end of Stan's dick.  Stan's eyes darted all over the big woman's arm, but always he kept going back to the tattoo. Finally he could feel the tension in his balls build, and Stan grabbed onto the thick upper arm and grunted as he shot loads of cum.  After the last squirt, Shannon placed his cockhead in the space between bicep and forearm and flexed one last time, squeezing Stan's sensitive dick between two walls of muscle.

Two weeks later Shannon walked into Stan's shop, with a huge trophy in her hand.

"First place!" she crowed. "And all the guys at the gym are wild about the tattoo.  I think I'm going to do something for my left pec.  What do you think would be good there?"

Stan smiled and said, "I'm not sure which - my mouth or my hand."

FIN