Author: [bigjake737] Stories~collected

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Girl Friend Maria Becomes Muscular

Wife Juicing



I wrote this story over 16 years ago when Androgel was a new product.  Please
excuse the typos.  I had previously posted a version of this on another site, but
I thought it wasn't read that much.

Girl Friend Maria Becomes Muscular
by bigjake737
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Maria walked into Mario's dorm room unannounced.  On the dresser was a
Muscle and Fitness magazine. She knew that Mario enjoyed weight lifting.
That was part of her attraction to him.

His sleek basketball player frame highlighted by a muscular chest and "six
pack" abs.  What she didn't expect was to see all the bookmarks set to the
female bodybuilder pages.  Claudia Washburn, Elaine Craig, these were
names she didn't know.  She felt an intense jealousy.

She couldn't compete with those pictures.  She was a skinny co-ed.
A junior who fought off the freshmen 40 by fasting and walking.
It was easy to shed those pounds but to gain this muscle to compete
with these women would take an effort or genetic capability she didn't
possess.

She came from a Guadalarajan Mexican lineage.  Tall thin,
European stalk with dark eyes and long hair.  She had been slight of
built her whole life and had a hard time looking more than gaunt.
At 5'10 with long legs her frame never looked sexy. (of course the
university restaurant food in her freshman year did take getting used
to).   This new feeling of jealousy possessed her; engulfed her.
She wanted Mario to lust only after her to dream of only her.

Mario was part Italian and part German. At 6'4" and 220 he made a
better football fullback then basketball forward. He was a student
with departmental honors in three subjects.  He took pride in all
that he did including working his muscles.

In the gym people wondered how he could be so intense and single
minded.  Deep down he harbored thoughts that he had little control
over.  He would count out his repetitions and try to focus on building
his muscles "1, 2, 3, 4, 5" but his eye would pick up on women training
their bodies.  His minds eye would keep those images as he strained
against the iron weights.  He deeply wanted muscular women...women
so muscular that they would repulse his mother and friends.  So muscular
that they would dwarf even him.

With every rep his dream world would caress their biceps, message their
traps, hot oil their thighs.  He deeply fought his urges to be with such beauties.
His girlfriend was the physical antithesis of such a women.  Yes, she was
mentally an Amazon.. the smartest student in the Junior class, but physically
she was emaciated, a taller Audrey Hepburn with classic lines and eyes that
were bright and feminine. In every way they were equals...accept physically.


Mario's parents adored Maria.  She was of Mexican descent but European
ancestry and Catholic, a plus for Mario's mom.  Maria was feisty and
well-mannered.  Mario knew they would be married, but there was always
this cloud overhead.  He wasn't intensely physically attracted to her.

The day he walked into his dorm room to find Maria engrossed in "Muscle
and Fitness" was both cathartic and scary.  He would have to tell her
about his deepest cravings.  If they were to be married one day to her,
no secret should be kept.  This was as good a time to tell her as any.
They would be gone for the summer and Mario planned to live in LA, she
would stay in Texas.  Mario had a job waiting tables in Venice Beach
near Gold's Gym.  He figured a way to be close to those muscled goddesses.

"You really like these women don't you"

Mario looked down and slowly up, "I have been attracted to these
types of women since I was 14 years old"

"Then why did you say you love me?, I am nothing like these women
impostors"

"Please, these women are raw sexuality, I am in lust with them and I
am in love with you. I couldn't stand not being with you.  You are fun
to be around, intellectually and spiritually my equal"

Maria flexed her small skinny arm. "You could never truly be mine..
I am skinny and you want muscular and engorged . I could never
compete with your secret desires.. this isn't going to work out".

And with that Maria walked out.

Mario didn't even run after her. He knew the Latina temperament.  A
small burst of tears, some yelling, but she would come back.

They were entwined in ways that superseded emotionalism. They connected
at so many levels.

That summer was torture for Mario.  He learned that Maria had
transferred schools and would not be graduating
with him at Rice. She never called and only wrote two letter to a
mutual friend.  He wrote to her daily. He wrote of his love, of his
desire to work in Wall Street.  He relayed all his lives desires:
work, live and play.  She  returned nothing.

September approached and he returned to Texas via Colorado. He would go
to Maria's house.  He walked up the stairwell of the small bungalow and
found Maria's sister, Juana .  He gave her a warm embrace and asked
about Maria.
"Maria always works. I almost never see her.  Mom has  asked her to
return to school in Texas but she refuses.
It seems that she wants time away from you".

"Oh, I see" said Mario dejectedly.
"It's not that she doesn't want you, she just doesn't think that you
down deep love her.
What did you say that gave her such a poor self image.?"

"I really didn't say much, I just said that I basically liked women that
worked out"
"That explains a lot" continued Juana, "She has been living workouts.
You should see her room. She gets home from work and hear these clanging
waits, she is obsessed!!"  She poses in that mirror in her room every night for hours. 

Juana led Mario to Maria's room.
"I probably shouldn't take you in here but you need to see this"
Inside the room were several pictures of Mario and Maria. On Maria's
desk were the letters from Mario stacked neatly on a corner.  The room
was large and orderly.  2 racks of dumbbells faced each other in the
center. In front of a large closet mirror was a press bar.  Several
women bodybuilder pictures were taped to the glass. A before picture
was dead center. The skinny waif Maria was in the picture in a
ridiculous bodybuilding cut bathing suit.
Mario went to the desk and lifted his letters. Under the stack was a
prescription which he read was for a cream called "androgel".  His heart
started to jump, he had heard of the new drug that would deliver
testosterone through the skin.  He put the letters down and decided to
leave.  If she found out that he snooped through her things it might get
ugly.  He realized that she must have a bigger picture in mind him. He
now started to put it together.  She wanted to show him the results of
her training at some later date.

Studying the next year was difficult.  He missed Maria's company.  His
dreams were invaded by a thickly muscled version of Maria.  Her small
frame and tall body covered in thick muscles.  He would wake up in a cold
sweat and  have to write to her a love letter.  He would now write in
the most romantic way possible.  In March, after a particularly
desires and passionate love letter,  he received a call from Maria.
"Mario, this is Maria, it is time I see you again".
"Maria, you hardly sound the same, your squeaky voice sounds so much
more mature... so much deeper" His pulse raced. He thought of how much
more muscle she must have, how sexy her body must now be.
"That isn't all that has changed, I'll meet you in the school library
the first day of spring break."

The following weeks were hell.  The skinny armed before picture was
morphing to a large lusty bicepped women  in Mario's mind.  Maria with
muscles.  It had a ring to it.
The libraries large wings were covered in quarter sawn oak paneling.
This made the lighting subdued and the atmosphere studious.  Besides
two desk clerks, the building was empty.  Mario stood by the reference
counter  when he heard the footsteps.  Maria made her way towards him.
She wore a sweat pant and sweat shirt.  He figured she would dress
modestly.  He approached her, grabbed her two shoulders  and kissed her
passionately.
My god, he thought, her shoulders have widened and her face is the same
accept for the thinner look in the cheeks and subtly larger bridge of the nose.
Her lowered voice was in a whisper. "Mario let's go to the cubicles".  The cubicles
towards the end of the year are completely emptied.  We would be the only
ones in the entire wing of the library.

Maria led Mario by the hand until they reached the cubicle area of the
library. This was the area that was rented to the most scholarly Seniors
so that they may complete their Senior Thesis.  It has been off limits
to students since the Thesis were finished. 

"Mario, I've got something to say"
Mario interupted, "Maria, I've so missed you, I would even go to
counseling to change my deepest desires"
"Oh no", Maria interjected, "if you do that then you won't appreciate me"
Maria slowly took off her sweat top slowly.  This was the grand reveal, he had
waited for this moment for the last 4 months.  She first took off her sweat jacket.
She wore a muscle T.  Her traps were large and imposing.  His pulse was rapid.  It
was like 30 minutes into a 40 minute game.  She gave the most muscular pose.  Now
his pulse was at 35 minutes into the game.  He was excited and she saw the signs of
his unbridled exuberance. 
Her neck flared to her muscled shoulders.  Her biceps bulged with veins.
  She begged him to touch her muscles.  Months of androgel and combos
of other anabolic steroids and
constant work outs transformed her slight figure to massively muscled.  She took off
her sweat pants to reveal diamond
shaped calves and muscular thighs.  She squatted to show the deep
striations.   She had a g-string which highlighted her well worked glutes.  She never had those before.

Mario touched her thighs over and over .  His mind, in one 10 minute exhibition, erased all
thoughts of every muscled and chiseled physique woman he had ever thought of. No other women,
no other picture could compare to this living, breathing goddess.  Just Maria. His slow hand messaged
every muscular crease of this statue before him.  He knew now
that he was physically excited by her.
"Oh, here is an after picture so you can remember me until after the
school year".



Mario cried with pleasure "you did this for me?"

It was only a deep faith that kept those two from completely rediscovering each
other that day, but after graduation an even more muscular Maria met Mario.. they
couldn't wait to tie the knot forever.... muscle bliss.

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[phil123]

Any change to write what happend after : "Oh, here is an after picture so you can remember me until after the
school year".

Perhaps she changed from Androgen to some other chemicals to become more muscular than Mario.

[NinjaStar]

Did you ever continue this or write a sequel? If not go for it.

[bigjake737]

Wife Juicing


Over 30 years in the making.   They married in their mid-twenties.    Pat was tall and thin; a high school nerd turned basketball player. He remembered his first exposure to muscular women... it was at his dentist office.  There was a GQ magazine on the table between two couches.  At 18, he was a bundle of percolating testosterone and that magazine image stayed with him.  Kelly Everts was featured, she was one of the pioneering women of female bodybuilding. What a body?  He couldn't stop staring....  the seed was planted.

Over the next 10 years, Pat kept his Reticular Activation System active.  He noticed every athletic girl or woman: sprinter, weightlifter or shot putter.  Then one year the female bodybuilding events started appearing on NBC.  Could you believe it?  Pat was hooked.  He would wait for the TV guide and go through the weekend sporting events; hoping for the next bodybuilding contest.  Sportsworld was the holy grail of competitions.

Life proceeded.  College, girlfriends, studies and all that.  Always in the back drop was this unquenchable thirst; the unsatisfyable itch.  It was lunacy.  He tried everything to remove the addiction from his brain.... maybe that is the way he was wired.  He studied neuro-science; tried to read everything about the synapses.  He knew that those neuro pathways were well developed and it was unlikely that he would be able to kick this habit.

The dilemma happened.  He fell in love with a rail thin smart women.  Sometimes the heart and the lower extremities desires just don't match. He dated for 4 years and married.   Occasionally,  Leti would find the magazines "Flex" or "Women's Physique World".  It was always a question to her, "Could he be n love with this type of woman?"

Finally it happened.  She caught him on a flexing hot line.  She was pissed.  She left.

Counseling, confessions, apologies and change of behavior got them back together.  The desire was subdued but not entirely eliminated.  Pat knew backsliding was just a tank top girl with big guns away.  He still had that eye out... but it was under control.

Into the 20th year of marriage something happened.  Leti's sister died in a tragic car accident. She dropped down the slide of full scale depression that rapidly turned into a sexless relationship.   She lost desire. Couldn't eat and was wasting away.   Pat found an internet article about the link between well being and testosterone.  Then the story out of Britain.  A man was convicted for giving his wife steroids hidden in food.  He said that it was for the purpose of making her ugly.  Pat dug deeper into the story and found that the couple had been having "marital problems" before.  He was able to ferret the real issue... a sexless marriage.  His own scheme was hatched.

A good friend and neighbor suggested that Leti start an exercise program.  All the stars were now in line.  Susan, the neighbor, and Leti would start an exercise program with a personal trainer. 

After two months of exercise  her eating returned to normal and her body started to change.  Even her attitude had greatly improved.  Pat's orders of "online supplements" arrived.  He studied online sources and found out about Winstrol, Anavar, D-bol (not recommended for women).  He came up with protocols and fed her through food and pills.  She took vitamins, so mixing in the occasional pill form of a steroid was easy.  By playing with the dosage and type of hormone, he could see changes in her body weight, water retention and most importantly her sexual appetite. 

For her first cycle, Pat saw her virgin receptors take well to the drugs.  Her attitude spiked, her workouts accelerated and her body changed rapidly.  After 45 days, her gains were remarkable, arms from 9.5 inches to 11 inches.  She gained 20 pounds of muscle and her thighs were the biggest beneficiary.  From thin to muscular.  Her time in bed dramatically increased... from zero to, let's say, ample.  Susan was impressed and complementary of her rapid changes.

Pat waited for more than a year before a second cycle.  He was worried about her kidneys and liver.  The second cycle saw another set of improvement.  He mixed Dbol in to see more rapid improvement.  He noticed some changes in her facial features that weren't pleasant, but her dramatic libido increase overtook Pat's sense of aesthetic, he wanted her sex.

In the second cycle, her weight increased.  The DBol helped her keep water.  She ballooned to 185 pounds.  Her lifts and her arms swelled.  She was into her third year of working out, and she was lifting beyond her body weight. She was lifting 40 lbs dumbbells.  Her arms were fully 13.5 inches.  Her chest went from an anemic 39 inches in her depressed stage to over 47 inches.  She was buying new sports bras.  More importantly, she loved the way she felt and looked.  She was also hooked on Pat's new worshiping of her body.  His constant desire and her "ample" desire were well matched.  She noticed a more prominent nose and wider lips.  She thought herself to have changed.  But she also noticed that men were giving her WAY more attention now than ever before.


Pat mustered a lot of restraint to stop her cycle.  He knew once off the cycle, she would gain fat, lose interest in love and return lose some of those impressive gains.  He simply had no choice.
For one more year, he kept her "clean". She made no gains and had some losses. Her arms were 13 inches....  cycle 3

This time, he decided to do a full 60 day cycle with her.  He amped the dosage slowly.  She went into round three without desire... after week 3, the dosage plateaued.  She went from 13 inch arms to a full 14 inch arms.  She was showing her guns everywhere. Each time had a somewhat embarrassing effect on Pat (instant erection).  Pat's sex life became unbelievable.  He hoped the cycle would never end.  She was massive. Each night she demanded more and more.  She loved that he worshiped her.  Every night it started with message oils and ended in amazing climaxes.  Then the cycle ended. 

Pat was always fearful that someone would find out about his performance enhanced wife.  Then it happened.  Going into cycle 4, he heard the knock at the door.   The DEA (drug enforcement Agency) was there to sweep the home.  They found his steroids.  His wife was a more than confused.  Pat's day in court happened quickly; he would be in jail 6 months.  From jail he wrote to his wife everyday.  Leti also wrote.  He confessed everything.  In the last letter within a week of his parole, Leti said that she not only forgave him, she LOVED what happened to her body.  She also had this sentence in the letter:  "I saw your protocol notes, and think you made some mistakes that I have adjusted; I hope you like the body I've carved for you in the last 6 months".  The last week in anticipation of Pat's release were tormenting.  He couldn't stop thinking of her.     

[bigjake737]

Wife Juicing Part 2

The anticipation of her arrival was killing him.  He checked out prison; picked up his belongings which included a nice photo of his wife the day before he was incarcerated.  She was so pretty. 

She stepped out of the car and she was wearing a full jacket, sun glasses and a nice hat.  Her body was fully covered.   She signed him out and opened the trunk  He saw some work out gear in the trunk; threw his bags on top and went to the passenger seat.

It was quiet for about 2 minutes.  He noticed a number of changes.  Obviously thicker neck with the adam's apple clearly visible.  Veins were noticeable in areas that weren't covered by the jacket.  He broke the silence:  " I missed you, and that last letter REALLY made me think about you!"

"Well I'm glad because we have a LOT of catching up to do".... Pat was blown over.  The voice was clearly two octaves lower.  His wife always had one of those squeaky, Mickey Mouse voices when he married her, so much so that people frequently made fun of her and it caused problems in her job promotions.   Not now; that was was clearly commanding and sexy as hell. 
"You know with that voice, you can be a radio announcer, Leti."  The problem is most of the men in the audience wouldn't be able to walk straight with a throbbing center leg?  She laughed ,
"Yes, more than one 30 year old has tried to come on to me lately."  Her teeth showed brightly, it was clear that she'd been tanning lately, and the contrast of her skin and her teeth was remarkable.

Pat noticed her skin... the pores were clearly more open and she had the making of acne on parts of her cheeks.  The veins were the most prominent part.

"It is getting hot in her", Leti bellowed.  "Grab the wheel".

Pat complied and she adroitly removed her leather coat.  What she slowly revealed was even more shocking.  She had on a tank top and short shorts.  She yelled" HEY, KEEP YOUR EYES on the road, I don't want the last thing you see in life to be my hard body, without you worshiping it!"

He complied.

He returned the wheel to her control.  In fact EVERYTHING in that car at that moment was in her control.  His eyes, his body, his sexuality, his mind... yes everything.

He took control of the moment.  "I can't stop staring at you... I want to touch you."
"OK, but if your shorts get a sully front, we are going to have to park and I'll embarrass you in front of every driver on the road".

He knew she meant it.  This was going to be difficult.  He started feeling her pecs, rubbing her nipples.  She was getting turned on and started pelvic gyrations.  His hands went down the road to her thong albeit at a slower pace than she was racing towards home.  His hands were slow and sure.  He felt each of the lumps of her abductor muscles... she was chiseled.  They were hard... he was getting harder.  He kept stopping to make sure he wasn't going to lose his composure and lose any other liquids from the front of his fruit of the looms.  She was making this difficult.  She was moaning and asking for more... after six months he was more than ready to oblige.  He dragged down her pants to her knees; making sure she still had complete control of the car.  He brought his lips to a place he'd dreamed about for the last week.  Yes, her front was also hard and much larger than he'd ever noticed.  Her moaning was deep and primal.  They wanted each other more than ever and he pleasured her right in the car.  Two blocks from their home, she screamed pleasure.  They pulled into their garage and started toward the bedroom.  Could this get any better?, he thought.   

[hairylover321]

Excellent addition! I'm wondering if she'll develop more side effects (hopefully some body hair or heavier body odor). Keep it up! K+

[derekr]

I hope there's more of this story!