Beckie's Bicep Seduction By MrBone-Jangles - Hatour Edit

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Beckie's Bicep Seduction
By MrBone-Jangles
Edited by Hatour - exchanged names and made B now S into a man

Sam could feel the eyes follow him as he moved through the club. Not that it was surprising. Sam was tall and possessing an masculine attractiveness that few if any of the other men in the club could match. His presence alone drew the longing stares of women and jealous glares of men.

For his part, Sam was already casually but skillfully measuring up potential targets. Sam was here to have fun, and he had a type. In a word: muscular. Nothing turned Sam on like a lover who was big and possibly stronger than him, the more the better. And with his looks, Sam could afford to pick only the best.

Sam spied his target. He estimated that she was about as tall as his six feet and made up of over a hundred pounds of fitness muscle. Like all the other women, she'd been watching him, so with a simple smile and inviting look, he'd pulled her into his web. In no time they were at the bar, him buying her a drink and trying to seduce her. All seemed to be going well. Soon he'd ask her to his place when she suddenly looked behind Sam.

"So, you're into muscles huh?"

It was a woman's voice. Sam turned and nearly found himself face-first into a pair of large breasts. Taking a step back, Sam craned his neck back to look up at a woman who could only be described as an Amazon. The towering brunette was perhaps another five inches taller than Sam and had a quite pretty face, but it was her physique that left Sam breathless.

She was wearing a leather jacket, a very large leather jacket, and it still barely managed to contain her. The collar had to stretch itself around her huge trapezoids and the shoulders were filled out with deltoids so big she could see their striations through the leather. The jacket was open revealing a tank top that was being taxed to its limits. Sam realized her breasts weren't quite as large as he had first thought, though still big, but the illusion was created by the powerful pectorals that added inches to the depth of her chest. Adding in her incredibly wide lats and it was a minor miracle the top held on at all.

Below the top was a sheer wall of abdominal muscles. Abs that could have been carved from marble by a master sculptor. As Sam's eyes traveled down, he laid eyes on the two largest legs he'd ever seen. "Tree trunks" barely described them. The tears in her jeans looked less like a fashion statement and more like a failure of the denim to hold up against the muscles within. From within those holes, Sam could see unbelievably defined and built muscles, bunching, and flexing at the slightest movement. Her calves were just as impressive. Sam was convinced the woman's choice to not wear boots was simply due to not being able to find ones that could fit over the massive, diamond-shaped muscles. But it was her arms that were the most impressive. The peaks of her biceps and swell of her triceps filled out the sleeves so much it looked like the leather was wearing out just trying to contain them. The thick material couldn't even hide the split of her muscles.

"Because if you are, I'd say I have a chance, don't you?" the woman continued, her hands on her hips in a wide, commanding stance.

Sam could feel his heart pound and body temperature rise just from standing so close to such glorious musculature.

"But where are my manners? My name is Beckie," the Amazon reached out for a handshake, which Sam took mechanically. Her hands were feminine but huge, swallowing Sam's fingers in a grip that was firm and powerful but strangely gentle as if it was deliberately holding back bone-crushing power.

"I-I'm Sam." Sam hadn't felt so flustered in years. Beckie seemed to give off a casual aura of power and confidence that was making Sam weak in the knees. "Oh, and this is..." Sam had nearly completely forgotten she'd been talking to someone. He turned to introduce her but found the woman slowly backing away, eyes averted, like a beta wolf showing deference to the alpha's right to first pick. It seemed Sam wasn't the only one to feel the pressure of Beckie's presence. Sam turned back to see Beckie smiling down at him. "Oh... I guess it's just us." Sam finished.

Sam's mind raced. He didn't know what to do. Beckie was making him so horny just standing there, but Sam had never flirted with a woman like her before. What was she supposed to do? Embarrassingly, she looked up at the giantess and said "So, what now?"

Her cocky smile never wavering, Beckie leaned forward to look into Sam's eyes. "Well, we could have some drinks and get to know each other but..." She stood up again and curled her right arm. Sam knew it was impossible over the noise of the club, but he could have sworn he heard the leather groan as it was stretched to the point of bursting. "I think both of us have something else in mind," Beckie finished.

Sam felt her knees go weak. He tried to make him putting a hand on the bar for support look casual. What Sam was feeling wasn't desire, it was more like need. He nodded dumbly, barely even able to function in his aroused state. Beckie swept an arm around Sam's shoulders and began to guide him out of the club.

Sam felt his breathing getting faster. It was like he couldn't get enough air. He was barely aware of his surroundings and yet all his senses were kicked into high gear. He could feel the power of Beckie's arm tamed into a gentle but firm caress. The unyielding hardness of the Amazon's body, like warm stone draped with silk. Almost unconsciously, Sam's hand moved up and began to gently fondle Beckie's abs. A jolt of excitement overwhelmed him. He'd had fallen if he wasn't all but hanging off the taller brunette. His world was quickly shrinking to encompass nothing but the Amazon.

Caught in his own world of muscle worship, Sam was unaware of where Beckie was leading him or of the people staring at the pair of them. He didn't care. All that mattered was the body beside him. Such was Sam's single-minded focus that he was caught by surprise when Beckie pulled away and he realized they were in an elevator. Sam looked up at the Amazon, unsure of what was going to happen next.

Beckie looked down at him with her seemingly permanent smile and leaned down. Sam's breath caught. A hand gently but firmly grasped Sam's ass and lifted him like his body weighed nothing. Suddenly face to face with Beckie, Sam felt his desires boil over completely. He threw his arms around Beckie's neck and kissed the Amazon with ferocious passion. Easily carrying Sam with only one hand, Beckie's other arm wrapped around his back in a tight embrace. Sam moaned, being surrounded by so much muscle sending him into ecstasy. The door opened and Beckie carried Sam out, never breaking lip contact.

Once again Sam's world retreated to only encompass himself and Beckie. A fire burned through him, needing more and more as he fed it. His very being ached to feel, see, touch, lick, kiss, worship the musclebound giantess that was carrying him. When Beckie pulled him off, Sam felt an almost physical loss at the break of contact. "Make yourself at home," Beckie said.

It took Sam a moment to realize they were in what she assumed was Beckie's apartment. It seemed surprisingly ordinary, though it very much favored large furniture. Sam didn't have much time to think about it as her attention was quickly drawn to the fact that Beckie was taking her jacket off. As Beckie's upper body was revealed, Sam found it was all he could have imagined and more.

Beckie's back was a series of rolling hills and deep valleys. The level of definition beyond anything Sam had ever seen before. Sam could hardly believe the size of Beckie's shoulders or how striated they were, as if she had just come from a hard workout instead of a club. But once again it was her arms that stole the show. Her biceps were like huge cannonballs, virtually exuding an aura of power. Both had a single large vein at their peak and were completely split from the bowl-like triceps that supported them, while her forearms were incredibly defined, each muscle standing out like miniature steal cables bunched together.

Sam couldn't get his clothes off fast enough, nearly tearing his shirt in his manic haste. Beckie chuckled at the sight. "Don't worry, we can take our time," she cooed as she came closer. Once again, Sam felt his body tingle from the sheer excitement of being so close to the powerful Amazon. "After all, there's a lot of muscle here."

Beckie brought up her right arm and flexed. Sam groaned as he realized that none of Beckie's taunting had prepared him for the sight of a real flex. Beckie's bicep swelled like a balloon, but rather than being full of air, it seemed more like concrete. The already large muscle nearly doubled in size, peaking high while veins subtly poked along its surface. Now completely caught in Beckie's muscle spell, Sam gently reached up to caress the muscle. The caresses quickly became outright groping as he touched the soft skin pulled tight over steely muscles. Sam squeezed tight, as hard as he could, till his arms trembled at the effort but couldn't put the slightest dent into the swollen muscle.

Overcome with desire, Sam stood up on his toes and kissed the underneath of Beckie's arm, hard enough to leave a red mark from his lips. Seeing this, Beckie lowered her arm to make it easier to reach. The silent invitation drove Sam into a frenzy. Sam began kissing every inch of Beckie's huge, pulsing bicep. As more and more rock-solid muscle was covered in his kisses, Sam vaguely became aware of panting that wasn't his own.

Reluctantly pulling himself away from his object of worship, Sam looked up at the muscle woman whose arm he was desperately hanging onto. Beckie's customary smirk had slipped, replaced by a flush and parted lips breathing in quick puffs. Sam realized that Beckie was enjoying herself almost as much as Sam himself. She obviously had a fetish for having her muscles worshiped. The brief break in her arm being worshiped woke Beckie from her stupor. Her grin returned. "Well, what do you think?" she taunted. 

"You have the most amazing biceps in the world," Sam gushed. He meant it too. He hung onto Beckie's arm like he intended to never let go.

"I'm pretty proud of them."

"You should be! I could worship them all night."

"I have a better idea," Beckie said mysteriously.

Suddenly, Beckie swept Sam up in her arms and carried him into the bedroom. As they crossed the threshold, Beckie casually tossed Sam onto the bed. As Sam bounced and his excitement built, Beckie looked down at him. "I think you deserved something special but first.."

Beckie struck the most muscular pose. As she did so, the sound of tearing cloth filled the room. When Beckie stood back up, Sam could see her top was hanging on by a thread. Her massive back and lats too much for the fabric to handle. Sam's hands gripped his erection and began to stroke it in excitement. Still, Beckie seemed disappointed. "Hmmm, not quite" she said as she tore off the remains, fully exposing her incredibly muscular upper body and full breasts. "Let's try this."

Beckie stood up on her toes and flexed her legs. The sound of shredding was even louder this time as the jeans around her legs exploded. Sam's moans joined the sound as he let loose with an orgasm. Even the denim around Beckie's calves had given out, only a small belt around her waist safe from the massive expansion of muscle. Beckie quickly ripped that off too, leaving herself completely naked. Sam's eyes roved, trying to take in every feminine curve and bulging muscle at once. He simultaneously wanted to run to Beckie and yet felt unable to do anything but gap as he continued to stroke his still erect shaft. Beckie smiled at him.

"Now that we're both a little more comfortable, I'd like to share something with you." The Amazon spoke low and seductively "I didn't pick you by chance. I know your...reputation." As she spoke, she casually sauntered over to the closet. She opened it and reached in. "I've been looking for someone who can keep up with me. Let's see how you do."

Beckie turned, revealing the item she had removed from the closet: a bowling ball. Sam was confused but too aroused to question what was happening as Beckie lifted the ball over her arm. With a flex, her bicep trapped the ball between Beckie's arm and hand. Beckie's bicep got so big and hard that she could hold the ball in place without using the grip holes. Sam watched in anticipation, convinced this was just the beginning.

Beckie was staring at the ball, clearly focusing. Her bicep began to swell again, pressing hard against the bowling ball. With nowhere to expand, it pumped and hardened; veins rippling and fibers trembling. To Sam, it was like watching the pressure of a volcano build. As Beckie grunted lightly, cracks began to form in the ball. Beckie gritted her teeth and Sam began to groan even harder. With a mighty crack, the bowling ball gave way to the surging mass of muscle. In a moment, Beckie's bicep replaced the space once occupied by the tough sports equipment. A massive peak so high it rose to meet Beckie's open hand. Once again, an orgasm overtook Sam.

When Sam's twitching ended, Beckie noticed that he was still erect. Beckie slipped an arm between his legs and under her back, lifting Sam so his butt rested against Beckie's forearm. "What, what are you doing?" Sam managed between pants. Beckie grinned up at him. "I showed you strength, now I'll show you a different kind of power."

Beckie flexed her bicep again. Amazingly, she pumped it just enough that it ran up the entire length of Sam's erection. Gasping, Sam spread his legs and leaned up against Beckie's biceps. Beckie needed no further invitation. She flexed again. And again. And again. Over and over again, hard swollen muscle bulged out and brushed against Sam's erection. With almost inexplicable control, Beckie pressed, brushed, and stimulated Sam's manhood with a massively overdeveloped bicep without ever pressing too hard. Sam almost wished she would, giving into a state of absolute muscle obsession. Once again, he found himself in a brutally intense orgasm, completely uncaring about what happened to him as long as Beckie continued her onslaught. Completely overstimulated, Sam felt himself close to fainting. Just as he thought he could take no more, Beckie dropped him on the bed again.

Sam could almost have screamed in frustration. His entire being craved nothing more than to be as close to those muscles as possible. As he looked up at the towering muscle woman, ready to beg for more, Beckie climbed onto the bed with him. Sam found herself trapped between legs that each had more muscle than his entire body. A massive, heavily muscled body held him down with nothing more than its weight, carefully held over him by Beckie. Sam began to groan again, overwhelmed by being surrounded by so much muscle. "Not too much for you, is it?"

Sam managed to pull himself from his stupor at the sound of Beckie's voice. Still, he couldn't answer, just looked up in awe at the sight. Beckie struck a double bicep pose. "This isn't all you can handle, is it? Because I'm just getting started."

Sam's mind reeled as his erection came back. That couldn't be true. She continued to stare dumbfounded. "Because I'm still getting bigger," Beckie continued to flex, her monstrous biceps growing even larger. "Every day, I'm working, pumping, building. I'm not stopping till I got mountains." Beckie flexed even harder, her muscles looking ready to explode.

Sam swooned. Sam groaned. Sam nearly fainted. But he didn't. By sheer will or perhaps sheer lust, he forced himself to focus. He wrapped his hands around Beckie's waist and pulled himself up. Sam stuck out his tongue and slowly ran it between the deep cut of Beckie's abs. As he rose to the Amazon's chest, he kissed each breast.

"It's not my fault," Sam said in his most seductive voice "You're just too amazing. Give me a chance. I just need to learn to handle all of this woman. I promise I'll never let a day go by without every muscle on your body being properly worshiped."

Beckie looked deep into Sam's eyes. She looked at her right bicep. She squeezed her legs firmly, making Sam moan again. Beckie grinned down at Sam "I think I can give you a shot."

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