Gym Beast Part 3

[Dudemar]

Days have gone by in a total blur. I call and text Tina to no avail. I have been totally and utterly cut off from her. Email is blocked now and every sort of social media account. I even made up some new ones just to try and look her up, but it's no use.

Yes, I could find some time to drop by her place and knock and knock pathetically until I give up or the cops are called. Which would be more embarrassing and disheartening, I wonder? Besides, I don't think I'd be able to get away to do it. My home and life has been invaded by Gym Beast.

Every part of my routine has been turned upside down since that day. My home isn't my own personal space anymore, it's been turned into her second home. Her gym. Her space to shoot OnlyFans videos. Her storage space for all of her extra gear and shake powders and all of the other sorts of things required to be a monster bodybuilder.

Weight sets and other items are delivered on a constant basis. More of her stuff is here than mine, and the fridge is taken up with one prepped meal after another. The same mix of protein-rich food that fuels Gym Beast's unprecedented musculature growth, day after day I make it and put it in the fridge and clean out the plastic containers to start the process over again.

I have to memorize the schedule for her steroid injections and take the rages that come with them. Down to the very second. My home is doubling as a pharmacy and I know way more about this stuff now than I ever thought I would.

It's so much, and yet when I inject her wonderfully hard ass with that stuff and cop a feel...I never know what I'm going to get. Workout days she mostly looks past me, focusing on her perfect body, snapping at me to get her a towel or water or whatever else she needs. Others she keeps me up all night worshipping her muscles, touching and massaging and oiling them so that they shimmer like gold.

When I am so turned on by her muscles, my erection visible my pants, she'll tease me and tense up and flex, working every pose, finding the best angle to show off. On the days when I'm tired and want to veg, she gets me up off the couch (Gym Beast has claimed the master bedroom and now I only go in when she deems it necessary) and demands I pleasure her. Giving every sexual devotion I can to her, no matter how tired I am.

Or there are the days when she comes in, slams the door so hard it almost breaks off the hinge and screams "FUUUUCKKK!" at the top of her lungs. Her neck muscles ripple and veins pop on both sides. Even her eyeballs seem to be lined with veins as she glares at me, irises aglow with rage. Those days I know I'm in for it, the roid rage days. It could be anything that sets her off. Too much junk mail, someone cut her off, maybe there was someone at the gym she just didn't like.

Regardless, I would be the punching bag. The recipient of her dominant, muscular roid rage. First, she would need to break something. Whatever in my house that was within reach would do. Anything that could be broken in her mighty grasp or bent were her favorite. I had to start getting the poles in back I had for a garden and set them by the door and she would pretzel them, her arms bulging with incalculable strength and muscles as she snarled and yelled obscenities at me as if whatever had happened was entirely my fault.

She will stomp around so loudly my neighbors complain to me, turn over the couch, throw me around like a ragdoll and then make me clean up it all up right after so she can do it again the next day. Right now, I'm working on my laptop while she's out in the living room. She's doing push ups, so many it's ridiculous. Grunting, straining, sweating on my floor in nothing but a pair of black panties and matching bra, not counting all the heavy chains wrapped around her for added weight.

Gym Beast knows I can hear her out there, knows I can't concentrate as I think about how developed her muscles are. An erection springs up as I tap away on the keyboard. Masturbating has been forbidden, I have to save every bit for her when she's worked herself up into a sexual frenzy and needs my cock. I learned myself the hard way when at night I played with myself on the couch, thinking about the never-ending buffet of musclebound female flesh in my late night fantasies.

That night I tried not going too hard, but I ended up ejaculating over my boxers. Oh shit, I thought. The feeling of wet cum made me shoot up off the couch and I ran to the bathroom as gently and quietly as I could. Wiping away my seed with a tissue, I returned to the couch. Tried to get back to sleep.

Not long after, I heard Gym Beast stomping down and my heart seized in my throat. She had come for some relief, and the steps rattled and bent with the weight of her massiveness. There was nothing I could do at this point.

"Stick, you'd better have something good for me. A nice, hard cock. Roids making me angry and horny. Hmm..."

She was naked, her enormous fake tits glowed in the night from a nearby night light's illumination. Gym Beast reached into my boxers for her prize and found the sliminess I had tried to conceal. Her face was so full of anger she was biting her lip. Chewing it like a dog on the verge of frenzy and a look in her eyes that said how dare you.

"You miserable little twig-fuck! Couldn't wait, could you? Couldn't wait until your muscle daddy needed her cock fix. Miserable little fucker!"

Gym Beast grabbed the bottom of the couch, with me still on it, and hoisted it upwards where I had to hold on for dear life not to be crush as it tumbled over several times. Somehow, I was alright, albeit incredibly shaken as I was stuck pinned underneath it.

If only I hadn't of whacked off I wouldn't be in this predicament. If only I hadn't stuck around at the gym that day to catch a glimpse of this beautiful muscle monster. But all of that was moot at this point. I could hear her clomping towards me and see the thick legs and calf muscles pumping towards me.

She lifted the couch off of me easily and tossed it aside where it thudded. Whatever protection it had afforded me was now gone and there she stood, baring teeth and flaring all of her muscles at me, lats spread out like a mighty cobra readying a devastating strike.

It seemed stupid to even masturbate in the first place, all of those well-developed and oiled muscles along with a pair of fake tits that were so big they still took me aback. My fear of her strength and dominance was only matched by my desires.

Gym Beast lifted me into the air then down on my feet, hard, in one smooth motion. She turned me around, hooked her sizeable arms under mine, then, lifted me off the ground, stretching me in a crucifix pose that pained my back and causing me to yelp. She paraded around the living room with me, stretching me out, taking out all of her fury our on me.

"Please." I weep, knowing full well it's a futile gesture.

"Fucking stupid goddamn stick! Don't you ever learn? A fucking braindead dog would catch on quicker than you I bet."

She stretches me out further and jumps up and down a couple times for good measure, it feels like the closest thing to a medieval torture rack. Suddenly, she lets go and my body crashes harshly onto the floor, sending more shockwaves to my pain receptors.

"Arghh! You think I'm fucking around here, stick? Think I won't really fuck you up? I'll fuck you up all day and night. I'll fuck you up for so long you won't remember what your pathetic life was like before then."

She points a finger at me and shakes it, her hand a tight knot of veins and muscles clenched tightly. There's more strength in that hand than my entire body, especially the way I feel beaten up right now. An urgent knock on the door cuts into her rant and I can see this only angers her even more.

Gym Beast is so roided out and pissed off, like a wild bull, she takes a deep snort and marches to the door. She almost yanks it off the hinges. A middle-aged, bespectacled man who looks like a paunchier Ned Flanders stands at the threshold. His determined look on his face dissolves into confusion and terror at the towering slab of muscles, piercings, tattoos and big fake implants laid bare naked before him.

Her engorged clit is so outsized it looks like the stinger to some oversized insect. Her chest heaves with every heavy breath, and she has the gaze of someone who wants to rip whatever is in front of them.

"Do you have any idea what fucking time it is, dipshit? You want some too? I'll fuck you up, fuck your little wife up and whatever kids she managed to squirt out too. Fucking try me, I dare you."

She makes her pecs dance, ginormous silicone slabs jump up and down. She strikes a side pose, exposing the neighbor to her clusters and clusters of arm muscles. His eyes bulge with fear and uncertainty.

"I just wanted you to stop whatever ruckus is going on. This is a peaceful neighborhood." He pleads, hoping not to enrage her lest she turn her wrath on him.

"Not when I'm done with it, fuckface."

He adjusts his glasses and shrinks back, looking unsure whether he should stay or run back to his house.

"You checking me out? You looking at my muscles and tits and pussy, you fucking perv? Gonna whack off to this later, huh?"

He stammers, unsure how he got put into this position and now on the defensive.

"I, but, I...no, ma'am. It's, um, you're naked!"

"No fucking shit, buddy. You interrupted a private moment. Think I got some frilly silk robe to put on? Naw. I had one, many pounds ago...but you know what? One day I put it on and it ripped to fucking shreds when I flexed. It was fucking beautiful, you should have seen it. The Hulk himself couldn't have ripped that shit up better. And ever since I said fuck it and just walk around naked at night. And what the fuck would I feel the need to hide? Look at this body, it's fucking perfection! I'm muscles on muscles on muscles."

She pumps up, holding out double biceps and he starts to walk back, keeping his eyes on Gym Beast in case she makes a go at him. As he walks put of sight, she slams the door so hard it sounds like thunder struck. Now her ire is back on me. Her tirade continues as if there had been no interruption in the first place.

"Think I'm joking around with you? You wanna know some of the twisted shit I've done? I once had a shrunken old man book a session with me and five minutes in I scrunched him up like an accordion. I took a big, bulging bodybuilder with a Ken doll face as a fuck buddy, then after I got bored I broke him so bad he couldn't even look at a weight again and his muscles shrunk so quick it was like I popped a balloon. Sometimes I pick some unlucky schmoe on Insta**** who sends me a nice message complimenting my body and string them along, think they're gonna have a sweet encounter with a female bodybuilder and get them to send me their address. Then I show up and I fuck them up and wreck their place just because I can."

Spittle flies from her mouth, adding to how deranged she has become, barely taking in a breath between sentences.

"And you couldn't wait five more fucking minutes, stick. If you had, you would've been balls deep in my sweet, roided pussy juice. I was so fucking worked up it would have blown your mind, stick. Now though, you're gonna have to learn what you missed out on. Do not. Move. A. Fucking. Muscle."

She storms out and I lay on the floor, not moving just as I was told. Less a man than an obedient lap dog. I've already screwed up once tonight, I dare not do so again. Gym Beast comes back and lays down on the floor, practically shaking the ground with her bulky frame. In her hand is a huge plastic dildo and she waves it around, smiling triumphantly.

"Since you couldn't wait, now you have to watch as this plastic thing gets all the action you could have had. It's so much bigger than yours. All veiny and rock hard. Mmm, let me take it for a test drive."

She takes the dildo and tickles her clit with it for a minute, moaning with sexual stimulation. After a minute she slips it into herself and gently thrusts it in and out, pleasuring herself. Her abs tighten with every thrust, her muscles twitch and dance from all of that sexual delight and now her thrusting is picking up speed. The tempo has gotten harder and faster and the sight of her moaning, naked, made me insane with jealousy. Wishing it was my cock being thrust deep within her instead of that plastic thing.

Gym Beast stares right at me, holding my gaze, making sure I don't tear my eyes away.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. This dildo is so much better than you, stick. Might have to make you wear this as a strap on."

Her tempo is going even more rapidly. It's like something out of a porno, all that moaning and thrusting and now her gloriously muscled body is slick with sweat that I want to lick off her muscles and big fake tits that are shaking enticingly in front of me.

Something stirs in my pants, but it doesn't quite form into a full erection with all the pain and the masturbating session being still recent. I curse at myself for all this that I could have easily avoided.

"Ooooh, fuck me!" She screams, her low roid voice making it an inhumane growl of infinite sexual pleasure. Juices squirt out from her pussy onto the floor and she wipes her face, anger replaced with raw, sexual rapture.

"Oh my fucking God, stick. That was so, so good. Your dick would never have forgotten that one. Fuck, stick, I feel like treating myself after that one. Get me one of my cigars. It's in my hand bag."

She snaps her fingers at me.

"NOW!"

I hop to it even though I'm still wracked with pain. I can recall seeing it somewhere on the kitchen counter. After some frantic looking I spot it and pull out one of the huge cigars. I bring it to her and she has uprighted the couch and is lounging on it, massive arms outstretched over it like a tired boxer holding the ropes.

"You forgot the light, stick! You dumb, worthless fucker! Get it quick before you really piss me the fuck off!" She yells at me like a drill sergeant.

I startle and run back to the kitchen, trying every drawer can think to look. Ice scooper, chopsticks, fancy forks. I panic at the thought of another thrashing, but before I can get myself too worked up I spot a grill lighter tucked in the corner of one of the drawers and snatch it up, making my way back go Gym Beast as she basks in post coital relaxation, the cigar jutting from her mouth.

"Light me, stick." She says through clenched teeth. The flame flickers on and the cigar glows orange. Gym Beast took a few puffs, tasting the smoke before expelling it right into my face, causing me to gag and swat at the air like I was trying to disperse gnats. She laughed, low and sadistically.

"Mmm, hits the spot. God, cigars are so delicious. My favorite thing, just about. It's the perfect night cap. A perfect day for me would be get roided up, work out, dominant some schmoe like you, get a good fuck, load up on carbs from my favorite restaurant and, as I let the food bloat my rock hard abs light up a big, fat cigar. What do you think of that, stick? Too much for you to handle?"

She snaps her fingers again at me and points to her feet.

"Foot stool." She says bruskly. I shake my head.

"I don't have one."

She glares at me, threatens to get up off the couch. I nod, I get it now. Gym Beast lifts up her legs and feet and I put myself under them, on all fours with no dignity spared. She rests her legs on my back and even those by themselves are heavy, thick, and over-developed with musculature.

Gym Beast lets out another huge plume of cigar smoke, making the air in my living room thick and acrid.

"Ah, this is the life, stick. I can get very used to this. Mmm, thinking about all those carbs now...God, you should see me fucking eat sometime, stick. I'm a true fucking monster when it comes to the good shit. Loading up on carbs, my stomach gets all fucking bloated it looks like I'm gonna give birth to triplets. I know some schmoes are into that, too. How about you? You enough of a fucking perverted weirdo to get a boner from that? I bet you are. Bet I go out and load up on burger and steak and fries and whatever the fuck else they got on the menu and my abs get super bloated you'll spring in your pants and want to touch it and lick it and rub your dick on it. You sick fuck."

I nod helplessly, my back aching. I have to admit it: I'm into every facet of female bodybuilders. Their routine, the way they sound, how they have sex, how they smell and taste, their incredible feats of strength. There isn't anything about them I don't find erotic. I would fuck a female bodybuilder with bloated abs in a heart beat, I can't think of a single instance I would say no to a woman with muscles.

"Mmm, I feel so relaxed now. Get me a fucking ash tray, stick."

I gulp. I'm not a smoker.

"I don't have one."

She groans in irritation, as if this is something I should have known to have ahead of time.

"Oh for fuck's sake, stick. You'd better go out and get one tomorrow. Otherwise this is what's gonna happen..."

Gym Beast puts the cigar out on the couch, grinds it in good and I wince as I hear the sizzle. A quarter shape hole burned into what had been up to that point a nice couch.

"Well, I need my beauty sleep, stick. We can pick this up tomorrow. Jerk off again, next time will be worse. And you sleep on the fucking floor tonight, stick. You have to work your way back up to the couch. Sweet fucking dreams."

She takes her huge legs off me and pushes into my side, causing a small tumble. Defeated, I gather a pillow off the couch and a blanket and make what little nest I can on the floor, on the carpet at least so it's somewhat bearable. The problem with going against Gym Beast is that I can never be too sure of when she's up and about. Gym Beast could be up and about at any odd hour so I'm perflpetually on high alert, lest I break a rule while she's present.

Despite the hardness of the floor, I drift off to sleep. All I dream about is Gym Beast of course, how she is either using me for her own needs and wants or breaking me down, dominating me with her wide and thickly muscular body. Inescapable, she seems to be everywhere all at once. Her muscles need my constant attention and I am more than happy to oblige.

"Push up contest!" I hear her bark in the morning inches from my face as I blink stupidly into a semi-coherent, blinkered state of awareness.

"Wha...what? What?" I have no idea of time or place and my muscles feel locked into place. They're all stiff and unresponsive.

"Push up contest, stick! It's push up contest time, mother fucker!"

Obedient as ever, I fling off the blanket and get into a push up position opposite of Gym Beast. She is beyond ready, muscles tensed in preparation. She's wearing bra and panties that have a tawdry, but sexy cheetah style print that only adds to her primal look. Her teeth are bared in a smile that is not at all friendly.

"Go!"

And before I know what's what, she's already bobbing up and down, hitting one push up after another while I struggle to get a handful. Gym Beast doesn't take her glaring eyes off of me. In between the push ups she slaps at my bare, sunken-in chest.

"What is this shit, stick? A prepubescent girl has a more defined chest than you. Now, compare that to me."

Her abs are so tight and developed, her arms ripple with veins. As she dives down, her massive tits smoosh into the floor like she's balancing herself on two huge beach balls. Looking at her makes me lose my balance and I crash into the floor, my chin eating the carpet.

"Disqualified! Fuck me, that was easy, stick! I mean, it's always easy for me. But this...well, it was just plain sad, stick."

Part of me wants to protest I could have done better had I gotten real sleep, but I immediately clam up about it. I know she would have beaten me anyway. Her muscles are so pumped up, massive, and ready at any moment I couldn't hope to be quicker or stronger.

"Oh, I feel in a good mood today, stick. Don't know why. Probably because I was thinking about the beat down I gave you last night. Brings a smile to my face. Also that next door neighbor of yours, he comes around here again I am so gonna fuck him up. Back to me, though, the only that matters. We need to celebrate. You're treating me tonight. Somewhere expensive."

Gym Beast grabs her phone off the kitchen counter and scrolls through some results. It looks so tiny in her hands. A smartphone would not be able to hold itself together if Gym Beast decided to aim one of her roid rages at it.

"Let me see...no, no, dogshit, nothing I can eat...ah, perfect! Just what I want and it's nice and pricey for you. Win-win, stick."

I guess we're going out. Don't know if you'd qualify this as a "date" for me and Gym Beast, but it's the closest thing I'm gonna get. It makes me begin to be nostalgic for the days Tina and I dated and the simplicity. Going out for food and drinks, to the mall, bowling, the kinds of wholesome things that lead to a steady romance. Not at all with Gym Beast, who forces herself on me and overwhelms me with her dominant nature and mind-boggling muscles that leave me drooling like an idiot the more I think about them.

Gym Beast who makes me worship her muscles, kicks me around, and makes me fuck her until all the energy is drained from me and demands more in a vicious, never-ending cycle. And I know I will oblige no matter how tired or hurting I am because it's in my nature to be in awe of such a muscular woman.

She says she'll be back later, I have no idea what time, but she tells me just be ready. I make it a point to make sure she peels out of the neighborhood before I venture out and buy that ash tray. In fact, I buy a couple to be on the safe side as well as some proper lighters so I'm not hunting around for them.

I tidy up the house as best I can, but I'm forbidden from going up to my room unless Gym Beast says so. At this point, I have no idea what she's done to my room or if everything in there is totally trashed. After that's all done, I try to make myself presentable. She hasn't told me where we're going or what, all I know is it's where she wants to go, it won't be cheap, and I'll be paying for it all.

I'm limited to clothes I have here and there from the other rooms of the house. While I'm looking, Gym Beast is texting me with pictures of how swollen her muscles are getting from her workout at the gym. A bicep pic. A thick quad. Spreading her lats. If I don't respond quick she'll get angry. Every one of them is perfect and I tell her that in different ways. She snaps a picture of pussy too. Her engorged clit is staring right back at me on my phone. I'm starting to get hard. It might be some kind of test to see if I'll whack off again. This time I resist the temptation. The temporary relief is not worth the pain and humiliation she can inflict.

I make do with the wardrobe I'm able to muster up. Presentable slacks, a polo shirt and I find some nice-ish shoes. I'll look like I came off work or something. It will have to do at the moment. Before I can sit down and relax for a minute, Gym Beast has already pulled into the driveway, getting out with her gym bag in hand. She's dressed in workout clothes that are so tight-fitting, clinging to every bulge of muscles so much she might as well be naked as it leaves nothing to the imagination.

The expression on her face seems to be purposely neutral as she casts me a look that is utterly inscrutable. What's she planning, I wonder? Gym Beast shuts the door normally. No slamming. No roid rage. For now, at least. I feel like the heroine in a slasher flick awaiting the next jump scare. Instead of an attack or dragging me by my cock to the bed for a round of quick sexual relief, she goes upstairs and shoots me a look over her shoulder.

"I'm gonna get changed and ready. No peeking, stick." There was an edge in that, but a bit more open-ended for interpretation. Her low, growling roid voice makes anything sound like a threat or a command. I was still erect from the photo of her pussy, so the thought of her undressing from that tight workout getup was mighty appealing. Gym Beast closed my bedroom door and I waited patiently. It was hard resisting the urge to check my watch. Really could not say how long she took up there getting ready.

After an indeterminate amount of time, the door swung open and out came Gym Beast. She paused with every step as she came down. Each one building up suspense, shaking the boards again. I catch a glimpse of her. She has makeup on and is in a nice, snug little black dress. My breath is taken away for a minute. All those muscles on this fantastic-looking woman. It makes all the abuse worth it. I temporarily forget about Tina.

"You look beautiful." I stammer.

Her face curdles into disgust. I guess that was too sentimental for her.

"Don't get soft on me, stick. I'm fucking beyond beautiful. I'm a goddamn muscle goddess. I know it."

She strikes some poses and the seams threaten to rip, but somehow hold against the massive muscles they contain along with a chest that's some alphabet letter that's more towards Z than A. Before I can wipe the metaphorical drool from my mouth she snaps her fingers and hurries us out of the house into my car. It practically dips as she slides into the passenger seat.

Gym Beast barks the address and I plug it into my phone, plugging it into the screen and it pops up. It's about twenty-some minutes away in a nice area. We sit in stony silence. I steal looks at her muscles, she looks so thick and hard everywhere like a human sequoia. If we were on friendlier terms I would dare to put a hand on her muscular leg, but she sits there looking out the window as if she can't wait to be out of this car.

We arrive in the parking lot. It's a bar and grill type of place, trendier than what I'm used to and I know my wallet is in for it. She looks at me and I look at her, unsure of what to do.

"Door, stick. Door." She commands and I get out, walk quickly over and open the door where she steps out, my car no longer an inch closer to the pavement due to her size. I don't miss a beat this time and hold the door open for her. She's so wide she has to go through it at an angle. The thought that she's that big and still growing arouses me.

We are ushered to a nice, quiet corner booth. The hostess smiles at us and we sit across from each other. Gym Beast is so big and bulging there's barely any room on the other side. She eyes the drink menu and snatches it up before I have a chance to so much as glance at it.

"Hmm...let's see what is the priciest drink on the menu, stick."

She runs her finger down the menu before selecting something that sounds exquisite as it is expensive. A waitress comes by. Gym Beast looks at the menu. I can't even think of what I want.

"Hi, do you all know what you're having?"

"Yes, I'll have..." I go to look at the menu, but Gym Beast puts her hand down over it.

"He's having water. And a..."

Gym Beast scans the menu and grins.

"A salad. And not the full-on salad, the side."

"Is that going to be enough, sir?" The waitress asks me and before I can answer and say I want the steak Gym Beast interrupts me.

"That's all he's gonna get. You need to focus over here. I'll take the Long Island Tea, that pricey craft beer too, the big ribeye steak with loaded baked potato, an order of onion rings, and bring me the thick burger. Medium-rare."

The waitress scribbles it all down as quick as she can.

"Did you want the side salad to come out first?" I don't even bother trying to answer this time.

"No, he can wait. Bring all my stuff out first of course. The side salad can come dead last."

The waitress looks at us both and puts on an artificial smile. I can only think of what she must think of us. She leaves to put in the order. 

"If you're going to be a stick, you might as well commit to it. No big meals for you, stick."

Gym Beast looks around the restaurant, taking in the atmosphere and all the other people eating, drinking at the bar, and there's even a dance floor too. A few people are dancing with drinks in hand. It looks like quite the social place.

"Mmm, I feel in a good mood, stick. All that stuff I'm taking. All that testosterone and growth hormones and other shit. At this point, I'm a walking pharmacy. All my muscles so pumped up..."

She flexes a bit and lets me examine her arms, all the muscles and veins.

"I feel so good, I bet I could fuck up everyone here. What do you think?" She grins at me and shoots me a look that says she could absolutely do it.

"I could flip over all the tables and start tearing the place up like a fucking monster. You'd like to see that. Wouldn't you, stick?"

As much as I'd love to watch her flex her muscles and do that, I don't want to pay for any damages.

"But I can't do any of that on an empty stomach. Where's that fucking waitress with my food? I swear I'm fucking starving over here, stick."

The waitress comes back with her drinks and my water. She has a nice, frothy pint of cold golden beer and a long glass with a straw in it. Gym Beast takes a healthy sip of her Long Island Iced Tea and then downs some of the beer. It looks good and I wish I could have a sip, but I know better than to ask.

"Oh, fuck me. That is so good and strong, stick. Gonna get a good buzz off of that. Lucky I've got a chauffeur. But don't go thinking you can take advantage of me, stick." She grins stupidly, inviting the challenge.

She takes some more swigs and the waitress comes back and brings a plate full of oversized onion rings. They smell delicious, and I'd love to have one. Gym Beast knows this and shoves the plate close to me, then quickly yanks it away and takes one, making a show of eating it and rubbing her belly afterward.

"Mmm, that is so good. Can't wait to taste the rest of it. Five stars, stick. Truly." She downs some of the beer to wash it down.

"Mmm, ooh...my." Gym Beast spreads her mighty legs under the table.

"I'm not wearing any panties, stick. You could hike up this dress and put it in me...if I allowed you to do it, stick." She whispered it to me, giving me a lecherous look and stuck her tongue out at me, lewdly. Wagging it around.

I couldn't tell if it was the alcohol or just her and her usual assortment of roids making her that way.

"Get under the table, stick. Do it now."

I think about this. Not wanting to disobey her in private is one thing, but out here where people can see?

"Do it. Do it right this second or I swear I will flex on you and everyone here, stick. I'll turn into the fucking Hulk and put you into a headlock so hard your melon will fucking burst all over the nice floor."

She takes a big gulp of her tea then the beer and flexes her arms at me, they're so big and veiny. I look around, see everyone is off in their own little world, and I get down under the table. My head right in front of her massive pussy and bulging clitoris. I start to lick it and play with it. I can hear her softly moaning in the booth.

Right on cue, her massive treetrunk thighs clasp themselves around my head, trapping me inside. She grinds her legs, squishing me and, rubbing them along my head too and I can feel every one of these bulging muscles.

"Oh, you know I can squish your fucking head any time like it was an egg. Don't you, stick? And I could even do it right here in front of everybody. Make your brains pop out of your skull all over me. Get all that pink and red goo everywhere. I'm pretty turned on by the idea. Getting all wet thinking about it."

I can barely hear her moans while her thighs are crushing me, my blood ringing in my ears as I struggle to break free. She holds for one or two extra beats where I really am not sure if I'm going to be released, but then I am. She slowly loosens her hold on me until I can finally breath again and I hack up a little, get to my seat and down the entire glass of water in front of me in one take.

"But see the problem with that, stick...the problem is you wouldn't be around to pay for the dry cleaning for my dress. And that's unacceptable. I mean, look at this dress."

Despite my pain, I still have to admire her body in that sexy black dress. Her chiseled muscles look elegant in them, her big chest heaving, breasts ready to pop out the minute she unzips.

"The dry-cleaning alone is ridiculous. Let me tell you this isn't cheap. You saw the price you'd have sticker shock. I'll probably make you buy me a backup, never know when I'll flex and rip it. And I wanna get bigger, too."

I couldn't imagine her with an even bigger, more muscular physique. Can someone get even bigger than what she is right now? Maybe she will with what all she's taking right now.

"Fuck, stick, can you picture that? I wanna get so big I can't fit through the fucking door anymore. I wanna be able to bust your bedframe just by laying down on it with my massive body. Wanna get so big I can fucking rip helicopters out of the sky like a movie monster. Fuck, stick. And you know what else? I want a pair of bigger knockers too. I want two big, silicone wrecking balls attached to me. You get a bigger body, tits need to get bigger too otherwise they won't look that big."

Gym Beast rubbed her big fake breasts lovingly, tracing a finger over them. They're like some kind of huge mountain range at this point.

"I called a plastic surgeon, even did a consultation a while back. Know what the little fucker said to me?"

She slammed a chunky fist down on the table. It was so loud though only a few heads turned to look.

"Fucker said he wouldn't do it! Too risky! Already bigger than what they should be! Agh, overeducated fucking wimp of a stick! I ought to go down to his office and flex in his face, get him in a tight headlock until he does it!"

Gym Beast pantomimed what she would do to the surgeon, flexing a veiny bicep that swelled so much my heart leaped in my throat. All that muscle, God. If she did that to the surgeon he'd either agree to do the procedure quickly or lose all oxygen to his brain with a hold that strong.

"Speaking of people that need a manual attitude adjustment, where's our fucking waitress? I want my goddamn food already. I'm ravenous, stick."

I look around to see her, hopefully, she's right around the corner with a tray full of Gym Beast's food but no such luck. I worry she's going to go berserk. She's already drained most of her drinks and she no doubt has a huge buzz causing what little self-restraint she ever had to go out the window.

"I could flex on that waspy-waisted little bitch too, stick. Make her eat that damn notepad where she chicken-scribbles orders." She leans in close on the table, her face beaming like this is the most fun idea she's come up with in a while. I decide to stall a little to give the waitress time.

"She's probably getting out a few orders that were ahead of us, sure she'll be here in a little bit."

"Ooh, I can't wait. Fuck all those other people. I don't care how she's just trying to do her job, pay off some stupid college class she's taking. Anybody that gets between me and my food is so fucking asking for it."

Gym Beast grabs my napkin with the utensils in them and takes out the butter knife, then in one hand with her thumbs she pushes against it and it bends easily, facing the wrong direction. Next up is the spoon, she does the same and bends it backwards so far it becomes unusable.

"You're the spoon and she's the knife, stick. What I will do to both you and her if I don't get my food. NOW."

I look around again, more frantic this time and as if on cue the waitress rounds a corner, a big tray balanced on her shoulder. It's enough to make me breathe an audible sigh of relief. Gym Beast narrows her eyes at me, perhaps somewhat disappointed she doesn't have a good reason to pummel in public. Yet. The food is hot, and the aroma wafting in the air smells delicious.

"Sorry for the wait. Got a little bit backed up there."

The waitress puts the food in front of Gym Beast. The large steak, seasoned and grilled to perfection and a thick, juicy burger with a side of salty fries is set down and the sight makes my stomach growl. It's so much food for anybody. Then, the waitress sets down my side salad along with a tiny plastic cup of dressing.

"Hang on, empty calories, stick."

Gym Beast snatches the dressing away and pours it on her fries, drenching them. Her plate is practically a buffet compared to mine and she wastes no time chowing down, slicing the steak into huge pieces and greedily eating them as I poke at my lackluster salad.

"Let me know if there's anything else I can—"

"Yeah, you can bring me another Long Island Tea and beer. I can still think straight over here."

The waitress nods and makes a beeline to the bar while I watch Gym Beast devour her meal, going from one thing on her plate to the next like she hasn't eaten in days. She quickly returns with two fresh drinks.

"Oh God, it's all so good, stick. All those carbs and protein."

She finishes up her original drinks and slams the beer glass down on the table and punctuates that with a loud, satisfying belch. After taking a mouthful of burger, she stops and stares at something behind me, peeking around my head.

"What? What is it?

Gym Beast gulped down the big chunk of hamburger beef.

"Why, if it isn't that stickette of yours. What was her name again?"

I turn back and see none other than Tina at the bar with a few girlfriends, having some drinks and having a good time. She looks just as pretty as the last time I remember seeing her and right then I feel an acute sense of awkwardness.

Before I can turn my head back and make myself inconspicuous, Gym Beast waves one of her gigantic arms in the air and calls out to her, her roided low voice cutting through the place and impossible to ignore.

"Oh, yoohoo, teeny-weenie Tina! Remember me! I got your stick of a boy toy out to play with me tonight!"

Her friends at the bar look our way, transfixed on the massive female bodybuilder and Tina glaring at me. If looks could kill. She takes a swig of whatever is in her glass and saunters over. Clearly, she must be pretty buzzed too.

"My ex and his...what the fuck is she now, your girlfriend?"

She looks over at Gym Beast sourly. Gym Beast clearly is enjoying all of this drama she helped to generate, taking another round of gulps from her very strong drinks. They both look and sound close to being drunk if not already there, and here I am smack dab in the middle with no way out.

"Hardly, I'm his owner. Your boy here is just taking me out cause if he doesn't I'm going to pound on him like the weakling he is"

Tina laughs.

"You're such a fucking freak. And you...I can't believe you're into this. Into her. She looks like a man!"

To that, Gym Beast rises out of the booth. She looks gargantuan compared to Tina.

"Ooh, really fucking original there, stickette. Like I haven't heard that one before. Over and over and over. That the best you got? Any new material?"

Tina's friends gather around now, waiting to see what happens next.

"Yeah, your big fake balloon tits are so tacky. It's like what, your big freaky muscles don't get you enough stares?"

"Hah! Jealous much? I've got more tits than you and your gaggle of friends combined."

"They're so fucking gross looking!" Tina spat out.

"Your stick boyfriend didn't think so. He sucks on them all the time. He can't wait to plant his face between them when I get home. Not to mention get his cock in there and in me, too. He's such an obedient little slut to his muscle daddy."

What happened next made my jaw drop to the floor. Tina, red-faced, hauled off and slapped Gym Beast. Hard. Her friends were equally shocked too and a silence fell over the place. Gym Beast only grinned in return.

"Was that it, sweetie? For a minute there I thought you were actually gonna do something. Care to try again?"

So Tina slapped her hard again, this time the other way. Gym Beast looked completely unfazed.

"A fly must have landed on my face. Or maybe a gust of wind, heh."

Tina slapped again, and again, expending more energy and trying to hit harder. Gym Beast's face was reddening, but it didn't bother her.

Then, Gym Beast caught Tina's wrist in a steel grip, stopping her dead in her tracks. She was crushing her wrist now, tightening so hard that Tina shrieked.

"My turn, you little bitch."

Gym Beast's backhand flew across Tina's face and she was knocked aside, into a chair as if she had been hit with a two-by-four. Her friends gasped and shouted at Gym Beast who made her way to Tina and was picking her up off the floor, ready to deliver more pain.

"I'm gonna wreck you so fucking hard and cram your friends down your fucking throat next, you stick bitch."

One of Tina's friends jumped on Gym Beast's back and was trying to claw her while another was trying to wrench Tina free. I could only stare at the spectacle, wondering what I should do.

Gym Beast snapped around and threw the woman off her then twirled around and deftly pushed the other one off with a huge hand to the chest, then she turned her full attention back to Tina who had a trickle of blood forming from the corner of her mouth.

Gym Beast flexed, flaring her muscles which were so pumped up from the fight. Seams were tearing on her dress and she looked like some buffed-up superheroine. She grabbed Tina and lifted her up over her head. Everyone in the place gasped, terrified at the spectacle of strength before them.

Her friends had gotten back to their feet and were rushing at Gym Beast who flung Tina at them from overhead. They screamed as Tina crashed into them, collapsing into a writhing pile of humanity.

My paralysis finally broke, I shot out of the booth and tapped Gym Beast on the shoulder. She readied a fist to cold cock me, still berserk from the fight.

"We should go." I say meekly. Gym Beast looks at the scene and nods. Before we race out the door she takes her beer and pours it all over three women who wince as they're doused with the alcohol.

"Here, have one on me." She laughs at her own quip and we push our way through the gathering crowd to the back entrance, circle back to where I had parked the car. I have no idea if the cops were gonna be called on us.

Gym Beast is laughing as I drive, not towards the house, but in a circuitous route. I have no idea where I'm going, I just keep looking in the rearview mirror to see if red and blue lights are trailing behind us. My mind is still reeling. Poor Tina. And yet, all that savage strength...God, what a turn-on as well. This woman is a complete monster from head to toe.

"I can't believe that happened," I say to myself.

"Oh come on, stick. Lighten up. It was fun. Besides which, she started it."

"You got her attention and pissed her off."

Gym Beast punched me in the arm, albeit in a playful way which still kind of hurt.

"Well, who gives a fuck anyway? I'm the one that finished it, and that's what counts."

By now we're somewhere empty, a dark and lonely road. Think it's one of those rural areas I try to avoid.

"You were a complete monster back there." I say somewhat admiringly.

"Fuck yes I was. God, stick. I haven't had that much fun in forever. We need to do that more often."

I can't imagine doing something like that every Friday.

"Pull over, stick." Gym Beast orders.

"What? Why?" I make the mistake of asking.

"Cause I fucking said so, stick! Like I need to give you a reason? Pull over now!" She screams right in my ear and I pull off on the shoulder, spotting a dirt path.

"Go down there." She points and I follow the path to an isolated, slightly wooded area. It's pitch-black outside and I can barely see anything.

"Turn off the car." Gym Beast growls and I do, killing what little light illuminates the area. We're just a couple of shadows in the dark.

"Take the keys out of the ignition." Her words are slurring. The drinks must finally be getting to her. I can hear her breathing heavily like some great bull or beast revving themselves up. She grabs me and pulls me close, her lips to my ear.

"I really liked Tina." I say pitifully.

"Doesn't matter when you just wanna fuck me, does it? You liked it when I fucked her up? I bet you did." She teases me and she puts her hand on my thigh, rubbing it.

"I could have fucked her up even more, you know. All of them. All three of them were nothing compared to me, stick. I could have snapped off their arms and shoved them down their goddamn throats I'm so strong. The stronger and more dominant I am the more it gets you off. Isn't that right, stick?"

I nod. It's so very true. I wonder what else she has in store for me and anyone else who crosses her path. She moves her hand to my crotch where she cups my burgeoning erection. It's rock hard now.

"I'm so buzzed right now. God, those were some good drinks. I wanna fuck, stick. Hard."

She flings the car door open and drags me out the passenger side along with her. I tumble out into the hard dirt and look up to see her tremendously musclebound figure bathed in moonlight.

"Watch this, stick."

Gym Beast flexes, veins popping everywhere and I hear her dress snapping. Like the nocturnal transformation of a werewolf or some other mythical creature she buffs up, her dress shredding and falling all around her to reveal her massive breasts and the huge, hard muscles everywhere on her body.

I scramble to take my shirt off and unbuckle my pants.

"To hell with that, stick."

She reaches down, her big hands rip my shirt off in half and she tears off the pants. Both of our clothes are nothing more than torn pieces of cloth all around us, but I don't care. She sits down on me and pulls my cock into her. It feels good. Almost transcendent this time. Her bulky frame almost overshadows the full moon overhead. Her muscles practically shine and her big breasts look like two giant UFOs in the darkness dangling over me. I suckle on her erect nipples, of course.

We're going at it now. She fucking me into the dirt. It hurts, but I don't care. She bends over me and starts to bite at my neck and sucking on it like she's a vampire.

"Mmm, you taste salty, stick. Like a pretzel."

She brings me up and buries my face in her gargantuan breasts and thrusts me back down onto the dirt, then back again. She does it harder and harder as I thrust deeper and deeper.

"Now, behind."

Gym Beast dislodges and picks me up off the ground and she thrusts herself against the car, spreading her arms like she's a perp and I'm a cop doing the frisking. I follow what she's getting at and take her from behind. Her ass is walnut-hard, all those muscles bounding tightly as I continue to work her and her breasts bounce and press against the glass of the window.

She grabs my hair over her shoulder and brings my head towards her where she puts her tongue down my throat. It feels so warm. I return the favor. Here we are, fucking in the woods like a couple of horny teens after Gym Beast had a bar brawl with my ex. It's a weird way to cap off the night, but it could be worse.

"Enjoy it now, stick. Cause tomorrow..."

"What?"

"Cause tomorrow, I'm gonna have a bitch of a hangover. And I'm gonna have to take it out on you."

I gulp. Of course, why should I expect any different?

"Tonight, though. I want you to fuck. Fuck so hard your cock breaks in half, understand?"

"Yes, muscle daddy." I reply and thrust with all my might until the night fades and we both collapse into the seats of my car. Sticky with sex and exhausted, approaching as close to a peaceful night as I can with a musclebound monster such as Gym Beast.

[Dudemar]

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[giantgirl7foot2]

Another masterful chapter! Love the aggressive writing. Can't wait to read the part where she's as big as she describes! ;-)

[Fbblover2020]

🤤🤤so f'in hot, I hope she hulks out at the next place and destroys stuff naked with her massive tits & clit 🤤