Author: [Devverus] Dan and Kelly Chapters 10 to 14

[RobDubya]

I posted some previous chapters of this story here and someone recent posted wanting some more.

Here's the rest so far...

Dan & Kelly Part 10

This chapter follows on 3 months after part 9.

If you enjoy the story (or even if you don't), I'd love to hear your feedback on what you liked and what you didn't.

All the best,

Devverus.


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Kelly's body glistened under the bright spotlight in the gym. A light, slippery coating of oil coated every last inch of her flawless skin, clinging to every defined contour of her bulging, shredded physique. The scarlet posing bikini she wore strained around her chest, following the pert, ample curves of her GG cup breasts. The straps quivered as her massive musculature tensed, the soft, stretchy fabric hugging her wide hips and powerful back. She'd had half a dozen posing suits made, just in case any of them gave way under the strain of encompassing her mighty frame.

Sweat traced down her frame, her shredded muscles thrumming with power, the veins scrawled across her flesh swollen and thick. She gasped deeply, her chest heaving, enjoying the strain of the heavy dumbbells in her hands.

She rolled her massive shoulders around, her jutting traps bunching tightly around her neck as she toyed with the pair of one hundred and seventy pound dumbbells in her grip. In front of her, Dan had set up a large projector screen, various women's superheavyweight posing contests playing on a loop. To her sides, cardboard cut-outs of other competitors stood imposingly, displaying their huge muscles at their real scale. The gym's sound system was not only playing audio from the video, but a range of breathy, erotic moans of exertion from a wide collection of workout videos.

'Stay in control... Stay in control...' Kelly thought, her powerful pussy squeezing around twelve inches of hardened neoprene, the dildo stimulating her internal muscles as she pumped herself up. 'Not gonna let myself get overexcited... stay in control..." she chanted in her head.

Michelle had told her how much she'd worried about getting disqualified two years ago when she'd reached orgasm on stage at the end of the posing. She still didn't know if the judges had just missed the trickle of fluid that had burst forth from her lips to trace down her massive thighs, or if they had mistaken it for a sudden burst of sweat.

Whatever the case, Kelly was determined not to run the same risk.

Surrounded with visuals of gargantuan muscles flexing and ample chests heaving, erotic moans filling her ears, she launched into a set of lateral raises. Sticking to the routine she'd use the following day to pump up for the Pro-Flexpo final. She couldn't help but grin, it was what she'd worked and dreamed of for the past two years.

As she heaved the weights up with quick repetitions, she added her own moans to the chorus filling the gym. As the weights sailed up to the top of the rep, she squeezed her deltoids intensely, holding the dumbbells in place for a fraction of a second, before lowering them smoothly down. Feeling the pump growing in her shoulders excited her, the rest of her frame filling with anticipation. With each rep she squeezed the toy secreted inside her, pumping her intimate muscles as much as her deltoids, her moans growing louder.

Twenty raises later, she quickly switched into jumping squat thrusts. Sinking gracefully lower with the dumbbells coiled beside her shoulders, she smiled as her hulking quads and glutes easily guided her powerful frame into a deep squat.

With a burst of energy, her massive, shredded thighs and glutes powered her body up into the air, her jutting triceps and globular shoulders firing to power the weights above her head. She shuddered with arousal as she flew up a foot into the air, her core shifting from coiled to stretched around the thick dildo.

Her toes reaching for the floor, she landed with feline grace, her pedicured feet barely making a sound as she allowed her body to sink smoothly back into her deep squat. She paused for a moment to flex her core, determined her loins not get overexcited, demanding dominance over the faux cock.

Dan watched intently from beside her, keeping a close eye on Kelly's form as she began to rapidly spring up and down. He smiled as he remembered her first attempt to perform jump squats like this, seeing her stumble around as she found her balance, but kept at it, determined as ever.

Her breathy moans grew louder, beginning to drown out the recorded noises playing through the gym. After twenty reps, sweat was dripping down her body, glistening over her hulking thighs and massive chest. Without skipping a beat, Kelly launched into her next exercise, performing alternating lunges with alternating bicep curls.

"Chest out, back straight." he mumbled reflexively, years of personal training working his mouth automatically. Kelly smiled, barely hearing him beneath the erotic moans around her, yet knowing exactly what he'd said. She knew her form was right as he'd have said it much louder if it'd been off. She powered through the set quickly, squeezing her muscles as they worked.

Delighting in the sensation of her body swelling, thrumming with power, she jumped into the next position, straightening and planting gargantuan her legs a little wider and hinging over at the hips. "Chest out, back straight, head up." Kelly whispered to herself, a confidant grin on her stunning features.

Her wide upper-back stretched down from her spine as her huge shoulders eased forward. The hills of muscle adorning her broad back swept down as her massive, sculpted arms hung down, her hands gripping the weights a little below her knees. With a feminine grunt, her delts, traps and lats exploded into a mountain range of jutting peaks as she wrenched the weights up, executing a flawless reverse fly.

A stray thought entered Kelly's mind, imagining Dan walking behind her, strong hands caressing over her glutes and hips. His mighty shaft throbbing for her, pressing firmly against her tight, muscular lips before plunging inside her, overwhelming her wet, muscular sheath.

She snarled, flexing her cunt tightly, angry at letting her libido spike. Her internal muscles crushing around the dildo, exerting her dominance and control, she refocussed her mind, glaring ahead of her. Heaving the dumbbells up, tensing her bulging shoulders and thick, sweeping lats and squeezing her rippling traps tightly together, she turned her mind to her back. The tension growing through her lats and traps, her rear deltoids pumping, she continued the count, working through the set with discipline.

A sharply executed set later and she deftly dropped into a plank position, exploding into a long set of burpees, switching out her weights for some mere one hundred pound dumbbells.

Dan watched the timer in his hand counting down as Kelly gasped a few feet away. "Time!" he said firmly as Kelly was mid leap. She landed and quickly slipped the weights to the floor before clasping her hands together in front of her waist, turning her attention to him. "Alright, sixty seconds, join the queue..." he nodded to Kelly.

She turned away and paced around the line of cardboard cut-outs, turned around and walked back to her posing spot. Kelly was pushing her clasped hands back and forth in front of her, resisting her own movements to keep her self as pumped as possible. She flexed her hulking thighs as she walked, giving her an awkward gait as she tried to keep every last ounce of shredded muscle as swollen as possible.

"Moaning..." Dan called, hearing her erotic, breathy gasps as her muscular cunt flexed and squeezed. She grimaced with annoyance at her lapse and pursed her lips, forcing her breath to a whisper. Making it back to her mark, she continued flexing her muscles, pulling and pushing her arms back and forth against each other as she bent her knees to bounce up and down, keeping her massive thighs pumping.

"Alright... 3, 2, 1, take the stage." Dan calmly ordered, tapping his laptop to start the next video.

The voice of the announcer from the previous year's competition immediately boomed out over the sound system, a whooping cheer filling the gym. Her heaving chest thrust out, Kelly confidently strode a path around the cardboard figures again, her beaming smile grinning out at the empty gym.

The sound system welcoming the competitors to their marks, Kelly gracefully sped up a few paces, moving elegantly into her rest pose. She didn't have to fake the smile for this little practice session, her excitement for tomorrow's contest near all consuming.

Her arms splayed out wide, her hulking legs set firmly, her bosom heaving atop her massive chest, she wondered how well she'd fit in on stage tomorrow. Her morning measurements had been promising.

Her nerves had been calmed somewhat as she'd stepped on the scales to make them blink up a whopping 335 pounds. Dan had then diligently taken the rest of her measurements with a tape and noted them down in her digital workout diary.

17''   Lower arms
25''   Upper arms
62''   Chest
34.5''   Waist
38''   Thighs
19''   Calves

A few beads of sweat tickled their way down her flesh as she stood, trembling with power and excitement, waiting for the recording to invite her into the first pose. She held her pussy tight, her powerful, intimate muscles crushing around her toy, utterly in control despite the pleasurable, filling sensation.

"Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, now on stage are the finalists for the women's super heavyweight division, group posing. At the end of which there will be a short recess for us to tally up our marks. Once tallied we will invite the contestants back out on stage for the awards ceremony. Ladies, please take your marks." the recording announced loudly, the announcer's voice familiar in her mind.

Kelly shook out her massive limbs, flexing in the rest pose as hard as she could manage. Her physique shuddered with power as she strained to keep her perfect pose, revelling in the phenomenal power of her colossal physique.

"First pose, front lateral spread" the judge called.

Kelly spread her legs, setting her massive thighs as she sank a fraction lower. Her fists balled against her hips, and with a beaming grin, she swung her elbows wide. Straining her huge pecs and splaying her massive lats as she flexed her bulging arms.

Subtly twisting at her waist, her abs and obliques straining as her core flexed tightly, she played her gaze gently back and forth over where she assumed the judges would be sat. Her breathing was rapid but deep, her chest heaving beneath her pert, swollen breasts. Her grin only grew wider as she felt her power throbbing through her flesh, the feeling of flexing her massive muscles, her strength trembling through her veins delighting her no end.

As Kelly kept her focus from Dan, his attention darted back and forth between Kelly and the laptop, eyeing the time on the recording. "Rest, thank you ladies!" the recording called. Kelly maintained the pose, her muscles shuddering, throbbing with power.

Kelly's gasping deepened, her nipples hardening with each breath. She didn't have to look down at her chest to know how prominent they were, her pulse pounding through her breasts and delighting her with a tense, pleasing sensation through her perky, voluptuous bosom.

As the timer hit 55 seconds, Dan called firmly. "Rest!" Kelly swung back quickly into rest pose, gasping through her giddy grin. A quick assessment by Dan and he added; "Good form."

A fraction later, the recording continued; "Second pose, Side chest."

With a breathy moan, Kelly moved into a perfect side chest, her muscles throbbing, their striations and vascularity showing in sharp detail beneath her smooth, supple skin. The feeling of strength throbbed through her hulking physique, her bulging muscles swelling with tension, energy thrumming through her core. The dense, powerful pressure filling out her skin filled her with a kind of euphoria. If she could do the entire posing routine not only with almost zero rest, but a thick, hard cock inside her and not lose control, then the real thing tomorrow would be no problem.

'Focus... control...' she thought, straining her body to its limits. It felt so incredible to simply be so utterly muscular, so massive, so powerful, but she was determined not to give in to her raw, animal desires. Her intimate muscles squeezed tighter, as if putting the toy in its place, as she maintained her flawless pose.

Dan didn't smile, but was quietly thrilled to see such a professional display by his lover. He kept looking intensely for even the smallest deviation from the pose, but had nothing to call out.

Working through the poses one by one, Kelly kept up her fabulous display. As Kelly strained her sculpted, heavenly body, maintaining the poses for an extended duration each time, barely a few seconds between each. Before Dan realised, he was calling rest after the last standard pose.

Kelly dropped her arms from the front double biceps and returned to rest pose, gasping heavily as sweat poured down her body. She had to concentrate to stop herself from moaning loudly and erotically, the pump from her posing swelling every muscle across her frame. Even her breasts had seemingly swollen larger, her posing suit tight around her chest, the material caressing her pert, voluptuous breasts with every breath.

As a shiver of carnal pleasure trembled deep through her core, she again flexed her tight, muscular cunt around her neoprene delight, her body tightening up, a wave of tension rippling out from her shredded abdomen as she flexed her dominance, her muscles proudly flexing anew in the rest pose, empowering her already statuesque silhouette.

"Alright, fifty seconds before the two minute free pose. You've got this!" Dan called over the ongoing chorus of breathy, erotic moans.

Kelly's mind ran over her routine as she stood, still tense, her mighty body trembling softly as she kept her muscles flexing. 'Most muscular, to side chest, to rear double biceps, to rear lat spread, to side triceps, to front double biceps, to ab and thigh. Turn clockwise, keep smiling, plenty of flourishes, smooth, graceful, powerful, 15 seconds per pose and blast the ab and thigh till rest is called to see out the timer. Control... focus...'

The judges voice boomed over the swell of the crowd, "Ladies, to your marks. Thank you. Begin free pose!" Kelly's mind started counting the seconds.

With a dramatic flourish, Kelly elegantly swung into a most muscular pose, her limbs quickly easing into position before throbbing and juddering as she exerted her power. Her dazzling smile masked the grimace of her exertions, the aching of her colossal muscles only outmatched by the pleasure of feeling them so utterly massive and hard, her biceps and forearms brushing against her ample breasts, her triceps and lats fighting for space, her massive inner thighs pressing against each other and her crotch.

'13... 14... side chest..."

Another quick flourish of her magnificent arms and Kelly slid into the next pose, every movement of her shredded, rippling frame adding to her arousal. Sweat caressed down her trembling skin, clinging to the shredded, hulking curves of her muscles and the thick web of veins beneath her flawless skin.

'28... 29... rear double..."

Still grinning, she let her mouth open a little wider to ease her breathing as she faced away from Dan and the 'judges'. As she fluttered her huge arms gracefully, her massive thighs circled around to slip gracefully into position. A soft moan slipped from her lips as her colossal, shredded glutes flexed, heaving her hips forwards a few inches and shifting her core around the dildo.

'CONTROL... 33... 34...'

Dan noted the subtle extra quiver, but relaxed as Kelly calmed her form. He stood up and paced a little closer, his eyes darting over her bulging flesh and assessing her every last movement. She was putting on a near flawless performance as she moved through the poses. Pose after pose under his scrutiny, she strained and gasped and beamed her smile into the empty gym.

'88... 89... ab and thigh!'

Kelly almost giggled, the endorphins rushing through her veins filling her with joy. Her exquisite double biceps pose shifting with an ostentatious, provocative flourish, each leg in turn gracefully moving into place as she planted her toes, her arms at length, crossing in front of her before circling low, out and then up to slip her hands behind her head.

She refused to hold back, her breath shuddering out through her clenched teeth as she unleashed her power. A small spray of sweat showered off her body as her muscles exploded with power, the sudden impulse of her hard, shredded flesh bulging out against her skin like a drum beat.

Her core crunched tight, her shredded abs and obliques fighting each other for space as her arms heaved, barely kept in place by her clasping fingers. Her colossal quads shook, juddering in place as a metabolic burn raged through them, pumping her titanic physique impossibly larger still.

Such was the pressure through her core, Kelly feared she had to keep her intimate muscles flexed just as intensely as the rest of her muscles to stop the faux cock inside her from shooting out and tearing away the bottom of her posing suit.

She wasn't sure how accurate her count had been, but the last of the time seemed to last an eternity. The longer she held the pose, the greater her pump, the greater her arousal grew. Her top felt tighter by the second as her bust swelled and heaved, her nipples hardening with every beat of her heart.

"Time!" called the recording. "Thank you. Ladies and gentlemen please give the contestants a huge round of applause." The recorded crowd whooped and cheered. "Ladies, you may now retire while we tally the final scores."

Kelly gingerly lowered her arms, shifting her legs beneath her, still grinning madly as she let herself breath, finally allowing her muscles to relax for the first time in more than ten minutes.

'Control... calm... calm...' she mused, her core shuddering, aching for release around the helpless phallus she had been toying with for almost twenty minutes. She gave the 'crowd' a giddy wave and turned on her mark, eyeing some of the cardboard cut-outs to challenge her restraint before finally walking a loop around them and returning to her spot.

Dan was now stood at her mark, his hands held out to let her rest against him after walking 'off-stage'. "That was fabulous! Really good! Literally just that one little wobble moving into the rear double biceps for your free pose routine, otherwise perfect!"

Kelly gasped, her palms flat against Dan's forearms. She was almost ready to double over, her chest heaving as she sucked down massive lungfuls of air. "Fuck!" she mumbled at length, her eyes closing as she eased forward to rest her forehead against Dan's sculpted chest. "That was... so much fun!" she moaned towards his sternum. "Can't wait... for tomorrow!"

Dan chuckled before craning his head down to kiss the back of her head. "Me too!" he cooed softly. She stood up and tenderly kissed him back, her soft, plump lips finding his as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing her bust against him.

They stood quietly in each other's embrace for a couple of minutes, Kelly simply breathing, willing herself to a calm state to prove she could keep control of herself in readiness for the contest. At length, she stood back and slipped her fingers beneath her posing suit bottoms, slipping the dildo from the tight grip of her muscular sheath and tossing it to the laundry hamper in the corner of the gym. As it landed, she caught herself in the wall mirror and smiled.

"Can't believe how big I've gotten!" Kelly remarked, eyeing her reflection. "Two years ago I wouldn't have even qualified for the bikini class. Now?" she raised her arms to give herself a sultry double biceps. "Biggest stage in the world!"

"You deserve it. The amount of work you've put in, the intensity of your training sessions, your dedication and discipline, I've never seen anyone work so hard. And if Michelle and Suzanne weren't already at the Flexpo they'd be right right here with me saying the same thing!" Dan replied, shutting off the laptop as he prepared to clear the gym.

Kelly sauntered over to Dan, slipping behind him before stuffing her hands into his boxers. Massaging his quickly stiffening semi into life, she pressed herself bodily against him. "I could never have gotten this big without you!" she cooed, her tight, wet pussy flexing with anticipation.

Caressing her arms, Dan couldn't help but smile. He turned before he got so erect that his boxer's seams burst around his swelling member. "Well, I guess there's still time to shred this gorgeous physique a little more... If you've still got any energy left." He replied, his hands slipping around her hulking shoulders and chest to nestle by the clasp of her posing suit top.

A flick of her eyebrow with a mischievous smirk and Dan unhooked it, letting it slip down her hulking arms to the floor. Kelly grinned wider, her hands popping the hip clasps of her bikini bottoms, letting them fall to the floor too.

Spreading her gargantuan thighs, her powerful cunt yawning wide for him, Kelly moaned breathily as she began to flex for him. Inviting his touch over her body as she slipped into a massive lat spread. "Lucky me!"


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Michelle sat on the bench, the pair of 300 pound dumbbells in her hands resting heavily on her thighs. She gazed wearily across the convention centre's gym at Suzanne, trying to block out the burning through her massive shoulders. Suzanne looked incredible. As Michelle panted, limbering herself up for another set of shoulder presses, her mind wandered to lusting thoughts with her blond lover.

Suzanne was busying herself with cardio in an attempt to further shred her stunningly conditioned physique. A sturdy workout bra and vest were holding the Valkyrie's ample bust steady as she ran at surprising speed on a treadmill, her wide, feminine hips hugged by some deep grey cycling shorts. She had wrapped both of her sculpted forearms in 20 pound weight belts, and had another 100 pounds affixed around her hips. Despite it all, she had run at a near sprint for the first five minutes before settling to her current run thereafter and showed no sign of slowing.

A thrill of excitement burst through Michelle's core as she gazed at the shredded magnificence of Suzanne's physique. Michelle had been determined to have the best conditioning this year, but Suzanne may well have had the best conditioning she'd ever seen period.

A wry smile crossed Michelle's heavenly features. 'I guess I'll have to settle for being fifteen pounds heavier despite being an inch shorter!' she mused, her gaze falling to her own arm and smiling at the colossal size of her shredded physique. She was hoping that her tan would already have been enough to be contest ready, but a quick assessment as she looked at her arms told her she'd probably need a final coat in the morning.

"Come on... get on with it!" she whispered, quietly chastising herself.

Standing back up, she leaned her thick neck back and shook her head, flicking her flowing auburn hair from her shoulders. With a moan, she pressed the dumbbells quickly up, launching into a long set of shoulder presses. Revelling in the ache, her shoulders pumped her massive arms, tossing the weights up with practised ease. Her whole body ached after the gruelling, hours long session, sweat darkening almost every inch of her jogging bottoms and vest top.

She was a little relieved to be nearing the end of her session, the desire to stuff pounds of lean protein down her gullet to pack on every last ounce for the contest tomorrow afflicting her with a near insatiable hunger.

Nearing sixty reps, her swollen, pumpkin deltoids aflame from her efforts, she switched to alternating lateral raises. She was surprised at how quickly she had to start cheating them up with a little momentum as the burn intensified in her throbbing shoulders.

She'd stopped counting, simply going by the ache as to when to stop. As the ache finally grew to a searing flame in her shoulders, she allowed herself a few huge lungfuls of air before heaving the weights up one last time, keeping them at the top of the rep as she strained out a last isometric hold.

Puffing up her chest, she grimaced, her divine beauty cracked beneath the agony of her efforts, her whole body shuddered as she held the gargantuan weights aloft. Seconds ticked by as moans of exertion shuddering through her lips before the weights finally began to sink slowly towards her hips.

When she opened her eyes a fraction, still gasping deeply, she became aware of the crowd of onlookers, stealing glances at her from all over the gym. She couldn't help but smile.

It wasn't just her gargantuan size or shape, it wasn't just the enormous weight she threw around for her exercises or even the ludicrous size and pertness of her heaving, swollen breasts, squeezed provocatively as they were into her vest top. No, she knew what they were looking at.

Her eyes still half closed, she eased her hips forward subtly and flexed her intimate muscles, her hulking camel toe shuddering with power as it stretched the crotch of her jogging bottoms. She stifled a grin as she felt the onlookers react. Some recoiled in shock, others gawped slack jawed. Whispers were exchanged as people checked their own attire, in admiration, disgust or jealously she couldn't tell.

Sure that they had all had time to take their fill, she let her pussy relax, easing her hips back to pivot slightly at the hips, letting the dumbbells dangle from her arms. 'Just shrugs left and we'll call it a day.' She mused.

As her traps bunched up with each rep, dense, shredded masses of muscle buffeting the back of her ears, she wondered if she should bother switching to heavier dumbbells given how much easier this was mechanically. Her hulking frame aching from head to toe, she decided to compensate with volume, the thought of hunting down and shifting plates on bars too inconvenient in the moment.

Her mind began to wander, memories of previous liaisons blurring with fantasies. The thought of Dan filling her loins, her hands clasped around his chiselled ass as she drove him inside herself with her shrugs...

She quickly widened her legs, realising the hulking musculature of her inner thighs was erotically rubbing against her lips in her current stance. Easing her hips back a fraction, her huge, thick ass pushed slightly further back, straining her joggers even more. 'Alright, steady. I'll have some fun in the shower in my room, not here.' she mused, returning her mind to her burning traps and shredding them even more.

Shrug after shrug, moan after moan, her meaty, jutting traps pumped up, the shred growing agonisingly through her dense, burning muscles. The gruelling set completed not for any count, but simply until failure, Michelle finally relented, waddling over to the weight rack and wearily depositing the massive dumbbells.

The sudden lightening of her load coupled with the tension thrumming through her pumped, swollen muscles made her almost bounce away from the rack, skipping a few uneven paces to steady herself by a nearby workout bench.

"Sorry!" Michelle blurted, realising the bench was in use. "Oh! Hey Dianne!" She added, recognising her.

Dianne had missed last year's competition due to family issues after finishing third in the Pro-Flexpo two years ago. They'd had a friendly rivalry going for the couple of years before that, meeting many times at various competitions, conventions and fitness events. They'd even been out socially on a couple of occasions, but they hadn't spoken much recently.

"It's really good to see you, missed you last year!" Michelle beamed softly, taking a pace back to give her plenty of space.

"Yeah, you too." replied Dianne, her response tired and quiet.

"Damn, looking in great shape! Judges are gonna have a lot to think about tomorrow!" Michelle cooed, her eyes assessing the ebony skinned goddess' physique as she sat on her bench, evidently taking a pause between sets of bench presses.

"Here's hoping..." Dianne replied, her face looking a little sullen.

"Oh, you need a spot, or just some space to work?" Michelle asked, picking up on Dianne's less than positive responses.

"Uh, just time and space to work through my regime, but, thanks for the offer." She replied, unable to keep from letting off a sense of relief.

"No worries. And hey, good luck tomorrow, see you backstage!" Michelle beamed, giving Dianne a friendly wave as she turned away to check herself in the wall mirror.

"See you." Came the half-hearted response.

Michelle set her eyes on herself, plucking the hem of her vest top up and trapping it beneath her heaving breasts to reveal her shredded, cobblestone abs. She wondered about taking her jogging bottoms off, but she wasn't sure if her panties beneath were still intact, or if the constant stretching around her massive musculature might have torn some holes in them.

With a mental shrug, she decided that the joggers weren't going to get in the way of her quick assessment, soaked and clinging to her monstrous thighs as they were. She lined herself up in the mirror, keeping Dianne's reflection in the corner of her eye. Even aching as she was, she launched into a quick posing routine, assessing her form and her conditioning.

She grinned at the sight of her physique, delighted by the pump from her hours long workout session. That she was the most muscular woman on the planet right now wasn't in doubt.

Her eyes traced proudly over her melon sized biceps and bulging shoulders. She loved the way her jutting triceps fought for space against the wide, thick, sweeping wings of her lats. The thick, dense slabs of her pecs burst out from her sternum, not only making a deep ravine between them, but heaving her massive, pert breasts up and out.

A smutty memory shot through her mind as she recalled Suzanne's birthday the month prior and how she'd served her paramour watermelon. She'd enjoyed putting the massive fruit between her boobs before crushing it between them. Her firm breasts had split the sweet, ripe delight as she mimicked a pec fly whilst lying on her back in bed. Suzanne had greedily devoured the watermelon, before the couple greedily devoured one another...

Putting the fond memory to one side, she continued assessing her physique with delight as she moved through her poses. Gazing at her sculpted, shredded abs and obliques brought trophies and statues to her mind. She grinned at the thought that no abs carved from marble or cast in steel were impressive as her own, and hers were undoubtedly harder.

She also loved that her glutes and thighs had very slowly been packing on even more mass, the insane hourglass shape of her shredded waist between her colossal chest and her wide, feminine hips exquisite. She shook her legs, causing her obscenely massive quads to roll back and forth. Their sheer size, mass and power threatening to tear open her jogging pants, even before she flexed them. When she did, her hulking quad snapping to attention, shock waves of power exploded from her unreal thighs shuddering around her throbbing flesh.

Her eyes darted hungrily over her exposed skin, drinking in the chords of her every muscle, each with a webwork of thick, pumped veins draped across them, her pulse visible through them as she flexed intensely.

Her tongue involuntarily flashing out to lick her plump lips, Michelle dropped into an ab and thigh pose, setting herself square to the mirror again. She locked her eyes on her bulging camel toe, but focussed her attention on Dianne's reflection in the corner of her eye. Dianne was still sat on the bench, apparently watching Michelle's display.

Michelle expertly slid into a double biceps pose, setting her feet wide. She pushed herself, willing her muscles to flex with everything she had left, swelling her already enormous muscles, willing their peaks even higher.

Sure that Dianne's attention was still on her, Michelle began furiously pumping her thick, muscular cunt, intensely flexing and relaxing her intimate muscles. Her camel toe bulged and relaxed, the swells of her lips comparable to even some of the other physique women's biceps.

Sweat trickling down her frame, Michelle suppressed the growing urge to come and focussed on Dianne, seeing her recoil slightly, her hand clutching the tiny gold cross dangling around her bull thick shoulders. Dianne looked away and busied herself back with her workout, slipping back under the barbell and preparing for her next set.

'Huh... I'd expect that from a lot of the smaller women. Didn't think you'd be so adverse to the idea of building those muscles Dianne.' Michelle held her pose for a few seconds longer before allowing herself to relax. She shrugged her aching shoulders. 'To each their own I guess. Can't begrudge people their preferences.' she mused.

As she shook her massive limbs out, stretching her arms across her body, she looked back towards the treadmills, only now noticing Suzanne was towelling herself down having finished her run. Michelle paused a moment to collect her bag and plucked out a protein smoothie to take the edge off her hunger.

Musing on the competition tomorrow, Michelle paced slowly towards Suzanne. The only possibility of Michelle not winning was her blond lover. Suzanne had a chance... and boy did she look spectacular.

Suzanne checked her watch before seeing Michelle approach. Michelle's loins shuddered with arousal as Suzanne looked up and shot her an adoring smile.

"Hey you!" Cooed Suzanne, plucking her own packed shoulder bag up from the floor. "Care to escort a lady to her room? I've got room service ordered for seven, so I've got to get back."

"Oh, you're eating early! Well, of course." Michelle replied. They'd gotten adjoining rooms on the penthouse floor to ensure that their respective coaches, tanners, last minute fitters and so on would have enough space to carry out all of their duties before the trip down to the pump room and the contest tomorrow. "Mine's not coming until half past eight!

The pair linked their gargantuan arms as they chatted, complimenting each other on their physiques as they breezed out of the gym. A few minutes brisk walk through the crowded lobbies and thoroughfares, showing their room cards to hotel staff and they were in the lift up to the fifteenth floor.

The elevator chimed and the goddesses stepped out into a cool, quiet corridor, the plush carpet crunching softly beneath their footfalls.

"So, ten minutes till you eat? What are you doing with the rest of your evening?" Michelle asked tentatively as they approached Suzanne's room.

Suzanne slipped her card into the door and plucked it back out, opening her door and tossing her bag in. "Sadly, it's straight to bed. Early start tomorrow, strictly regimented." She paced into her room with a sultry swagger, turning with a flirtatious smoulder. "No time for social calls I'm afraid." She said, pouting her lips. "But if there was?" Her mischievous grin returned.

"OH! If there was? Unf!" Suzanne continued, biting her lower lip and hamming up a horny character. "Just think what these arms would feel like?" She asked rhetorically, throwing up her arms and flexing them for Michelle. "These huge, shredded peaks, these massive triceps-" Suzanne's hands suddenly caressed across her chest and shoulders, "-these pecs, these delts-" she tore off her vest top and bra in a swift, effortless motion, "these boobs, shredded abs! OH!" She moaned, wildly caressing her chest and waist as she gyrated erotically for Michelle.

"But our passions will have to wait until after the contest." Her hands caressed the massive swells of her hulking thighs, erotically teasing Michelle. With a flourish, Suzanne grabbed the top of her track pants and tore them off, leaving her in only dainty, black, lacy thong-panties, a red silk ribbon tied into a bow just above her powerful, sculpted crotch. "But think of me tonight... when I'm thinking of you?" Suzanne whispered breathily, showing off a magnificent ab and thigh pose.

Michelle's core shuddered with desire. Hot, dewy fluid trickled down inside her loins, her quivering lips yawned wide as her clit trembled, aching for the woman in front of her. She'd seen anatomy drawings with more fat than Suzanne. Well, besides the perky, voluptuous orbs of her heaving breasts that was.

Her skin was already deeply tanned, two weeks of preparation well spent, her skin already looked bronzed to perfection for the stage. Every muscle was so lean, so utterly defined she wouldn't have believed it had she not seen it. The crisp definition of each chord of muscle, the sharp, chiselled edges of every muscle group, the surprisingly elegant network of thick, pulsing veins and that dazzling, beautiful smile... Michelle had never loved her more.

"You're gonna make me wait?" Michelle cooed, her voice dripping with desire.

Suzanne nodded, grinning as she pushed herself harder. Michelle dropped her bag and paced forward, her strong, manicured hands slipping around Suzanne's shapely hips and pulling her close. Her teeth closed around Suzanne's lower lip, tenderly holding it, making Suzanne gasp and reflexively throw her massive arms around Michelle's hulking shoulders.

"Well, tomorrow..." Michelle whispered, letting go of Suzanne's lip to kiss her passionately. "-my pussy's gonna dominate you for making me wait!" Michelle's teased in her sultry, confident whisper.

Suzanne giggled, pulling Michelle tighter against herself. "Can't wait!" she cooed back softly.

Their gazes softened, before they shared a tender kiss. "I love you." whispered Suzanne, gazing adoringly into Michelle's deep, hazel eyes.

"Love you too!" Michelle replied, affectionately squeezing Suzanne against herself. With great reluctance, Michelle stepped back, her hands caressing Suzanne's hips and waist. "See you in the morning."

Stepping out into the corridor, Michelle paused as the door swung itself closed. Her body thrummed with energy, her arousal throbbing through her powerful core, filling her muscles with an erotic tension. She was four hundred and fifty five pounds of shredded, hulking goddess, with pert, heaving, I cup breasts with a six hour pump.

She needed to come.

Already flexing her divine, muscular pussy, she snatched up her bag and darted to her own room, letting herself in and tossing her bag to a corner. She headed for the bathroom, whipping off her clothes as she went. Naked in mere seconds, her clothes and trainers leaving a trail into the bathroom, she stepped into the walk in shower.

The glass wall of the spacious cubicle a misty grey until she pressed a switch embedded in the wall to one side. In an instant, the mist cleared, turning the entire wall into a mirror.

"Sexy bitch!" Michelle mumbled at her reflection, her body flexing and tensing as she ran her eyes lasciviously over her body. Enjoying her strength from without and within. Her pussy shuddered with desire, cresting a long delayed orgasm. "Oh, you naughty, dirty girl!" she muttered erotically as the sheer sight of her heavenly, hulking physique pushed her beyond the brink.

She threw herself into a double biceps pose and flexed with all her might, her muscles bulging and throbbing with power, her shredded, sculpted flesh peaking and swelling erotically as she let out a deep, breathy growl.

As her fists clenched tight, her rippling forearms shuddered, bunching tightly as they rutted against the huge, throbbing boulders of her biceps. Her massive calves throbbed, exploding out from behind her shins, heaving her mighty frame on to her toes. The thick, wide, sweeping wings of her lats crushed against the jutting masses of her hulking triceps, fighting to pull her arms down against her colossal deltoids, seething with striations, bulging against her jutting traps. The outrageous mass of her bulging quads shuddered erotically with the throbbing, shredded mass of her hamstrings, power audibly thrumming from them as they held her massive legs in place.

The dense slabs of her massive pecs flexed intensely, striations and veins exploding over the surface of her skin. As her massive pecs flexed, they lifted the luscious orbs of her massive breasts, her blood pressure spiking and swelling her bust even larger, her nipples hardening and thrusting out further still. As her cobbled abs and obliques cinched tight, each swollen mass grinding against its neighbours to make deep separations, the enormous, shuddering masses of her powerful, sculpted glutes heaved her wide hips forward, thrusting her magnificent pussy out.

'Suzanne!'

Her body shuddered as her thick, powerful cunt erupted with a thunderous orgasm. Her juices burst through her tight, muscular lips, showering her massive thighs and the floor in a spray of her hot, silken fluids. As the adrenaline hit coursed through her veins, her muscles responded by flexing harder still, the feedback loop of her erotic flexing prolonging her gushing orgasm.

When at last her euphoria subsided, she let her hands drop to massage her wet, hulking cunt. Breathing heavily, she let out a soft laugh. "Sexy, sexy bitch!" she chastised herself mischievously, her fingers calming her intimate muscles softly. "Good girl!" she whispered to her crotch.

Rocking side to side, shifting her weight between her hips, she eyed her massive thighs, glistening wet as her juices traced down them, dripping down to her diamond calves and pattering to the floor of the wet room. "Or bad? Yeah, definitely bad girl!" she smirked, her hands massaging sensuously down her inner thighs.

"Alright, shower off, get dressed, ready for room service..." she eyed her reflection once more, and slipped into a massive lat spread. "Let's not mess up the chance to win three years running!" she mused.

Turning the shower on, she eyed the bottles of body wash and grinned, wondering how many more orgasms she might indulge in during a long, hot shower.

"Well, better in here than on stage..." she whispered with a grin, stepping into the warm water...

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Dan & Kelly Part 11

This chapter follows on the morning after after part 10.

If you enjoy the story (or even if you don't), I'd love to hear your feedback on what you liked and what you didn't.

All the best,

Devverus.


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The late March sun beamed down from a lightly clouded sky, a gentle breeze blowing over the car park. The enormity of the convention centre felt very different to the last time she'd been here. Last time there'd been no expectations, no pressure. The first Newcomers division exhibition hadn't carried the prestige of the established weight classes, she'd been free to simply enjoy the experience and have fun. This year, Kelly was competing on the biggest stage of all.

She'd been smiling all morning and her cheeks were already aching. Stepping out of the car, she stretched her limbs out, the soft material of her tracksuit stretching around her powerful physique.

"Alright, you want to go straight to sign in, or is there anything you want to do first?" Dan asked, walking around the back of the sedan and retrieving the duffel bag with Kelly's contest supplies.

"Let's go sign in. I don't want to bother Michelle or Suzanne too much. I should stay focussed on my prep. A bit of time in the annex to just drill over everything and get ready is all I need." Kelly replied, trying to mask the butterflies racing around her stomach.

Shutting the boot of the car, Dan paced over to Kelly's side, wrapping a supporting arm around her lower back. "Getting nervous?" he asked with a fawning grin.

She giggled as they began walking, "Yeah... it's just so exciting! Last time I was here, I was a nobody. After I went on stage? All those reporters and photographers chasing us around afterwards!"

"That reminds me..." Dan twisted away, rummaging in the end pocket of the bag. "Won't help hide the width of shoulders or the thickness of your thighs, but might help you blend in a little." He handed her a pair of aviators and a baseball cap.

She scoffed, taking the items and slipping them quickly on, careful not to mess with her hair so neatly tied up for the contest. "Suppose I should tuck my ID away too..." she mused quietly, slipping her lanyard inside her tracksuit to nestle in her cleavage. Looping her arm inside Dan's, she leaned affectionately into him. "So who do you think is gonna win?" She asked softly.

"Well my heart's already won." He crooned, squeezing her arm. She giggled and affectionately flexed back, her rippling arm bulging against his sculpted arm. "But based on the figures from local competitions the past few months? It's only Suzanne and Michelle who've broken four hundred pounds. And let's face it, they've smashed four hundred pounds. I think Kournikova was the heaviest of the rest of the field and she was... three seventy? I think? And not the best conditioned... or proportioned. Still top heavy from her arm-wrestling career-"

Kelly gave him a teasing squeeze. "Come on, Michelle or Suze? Who's winning?" She demanded playfully.

He looked at her and grinned. "You don't think you're in with a shot? The wildcard, newly promoted, making her-" She gently rapped his chest with a knuckle, interrupting him. He chuckled, leaning his head back as he thought. "Well... they're both incredible. Massive, amazing conditioning... Suzanne has the edge there, which is saying something, but Michelle is still bigger... so it'll be really close." As they entered the main building he offered uncertainly, "Michelle?"

The atmosphere was abuzz with excited patrons, stalls lining the walls of the grand lobby, stretching the length of the convention centre. Models stood posing and exchanging banter with the crowds to advertise supplements, equipment, gym memberships, clothing, competitions and all other manner of oddities.

Using the general noise as cover, Dan and Kelly made for the far end of the hall, not stopping for anyone to assess her and identify who she was. The tannoy system chimed loudly, many in the crowd pausing their activities to listen.

"Final call for the women's bikini division finals starting at nine o'clock. The stage contest will begin in 5 minutes. Any remaining audience members with tickets are asked to make their way to the Exhibition Hall A. Final call for the women's bikini division starting in 5 minutes. Thank you."

A few of the crowd began hurrying through the crowd to the Annex as the lovers slipped through the remaining throng. As they neared the corridor leading to the pump rooms and the check in desk for the competitors, they began to notice a few more photographers and paparazzi. A few of them began snapping photos, Kelly flashing them a practised smile from behind her shades.

"They seem keen to get an early scoop on the newcomer. Still gonna downplay your chances?" Dan whispered as they strode along the corridor.

Kelly giggled again, realistic in her expectations. "Let's just see how things play out. No telling if any of the regulars have found some new workout regimen since they last competed, or even something like ours!"

Approaching the sign in desk, Kelly plucked the glasses and cap from her head and popped the lanyard back out of her tracksuit, Dan slipping his own lanyard from his pocket.

"Good morning! Let's get you signed in." the petite young woman behind the sign in desk chirped as they approached.

"Kelly Sandhurst, super-heavyweight division." Kelly replied, her voice deep and soft, barely above a whisper as if would somehow avoid further attention from the milling photographers.

"And Daniel Walker, Kelly's trainer." Dan added, holding out his ID card for the steward.

She raised her phone and scanned the QR code on Kelly's pass. A soft beep and she looked at the screen, reading through the details. "Pass 840..." She turned to one side, pulling open a drawer in her side of the desk. Her fingers caressed over the tops of the neatly ordered cards and plucked out Kelly's pass. Checking the photo ID against both Kelly's ID and her face.

She seemed satisfied and handed Kelly the card. "Great, this pass has a chip in it that will let you through any of the locked doors for your division. You can also scan it on any of the terminals and it'll give you a map readout of where the various facilities you have access to are and your current location. You can also check the schedule for the days events and confirm times for your event! Give it a try on the terminal here and it'll show the way to your cubicle in annex C, wait, no annex D for you! Superheavyweight, sorry. Yeah. Anything else I can help with?" she beamed cheerily.

"Wow, uh, much fancier than last year!" Kelly replied, grinning as she stepped to the computer terminal and tested the new pass on the reader. The LCD screen beside it flashed up from the 'Pro-Flexpo' screensaver and gave a map view of the local area with a best path map to annex D. "Cool!"

"You can also scan the QR code on the screen or on your pass to get a web version on your phone in case you get lost!" she informed Kelly as she scanned Dan's ID pass. "841..." her hand darted to the next pass in the drawer and whipped it out with practised ease. A quick check and she handed it to Dan with a blushing smile. "Just follow the purple floor line behind me for annex D, I think you're cubicle 19." She pushed her chest out a little, looking Dan in the eye. "And if you need anything else I'll be here ready to assist!"

"Thank you very much." Dan replied, clipping the pass onto his lanyard.

"Good luck, and have a great day!" she called after them as they scanned through the doors to the back stage area.

Walking along the main corridor, there was a low bustle of activity. Competitors from the lighter divisions and their various coaches and support staff were scurrying back and forth. Kelly, phone in hand as she lead the way, giddily followed the purple paint along the floor, her eyes darting around and taking in the sights.

"Annex D! Good, see if the pass works on the scanner..." Kelly pressed her pass to the card reader and the electronic double doors to annex D slid open with a satisfying chime. "Alright then! And, cubicle 19 she said." she set off down the row of spacious cubicles and quickly found her assigned 'room'.

Stepping through the door, she was surprised to find it well lit and equipped with a makeup desk, seating and a hand full of towels. "Huh, plenty of space to get ready! That's nice." She stated under her breath.

Dan shuffled carefully through the door, lifting the heavy duffle bag through first as he stepped awkwardly through. "You want this on the couch or the desk?"

"Uh, desk please. I'll go through it and start pulling what I need out." she replied, kicking off her trainers, unzipping her top and slipping her tracksuit off. Dan placed the bag down and turned, a smile growing wide over his face as he gazed at his paramour.

Kelly looked exquisite.

She was wearing a tiny thong and an old, worn t-shirt, her posing suits neatly packed in the bag for the time being. Her physique was incredible, huge, sculpted muscles bulging from every inch of her frame, lean and defined, veins scrawling subtly over her body. The t-shirt, one of his old ones, was stretched tight around her heaving chest. Her nipples poking a pair of sharp peaks out from the huge, pert swells of her breasts.

"Any word from Estelle?" she asked, interrupting his assessment of how dry she'd gotten.

"Uh, let me check..." he said, whipping his phone out of his pocket. His thumb bounced across the screen and opened his messages. "Ah, yes. Just arrived in the parking lot."

"Okay, just running through everything in my head. Tanning, waiting for it to dry fully, about an hour. Then make up, about fifteen minutes, posing suit and jewellery no more than five. Weigh in and measurements from twenty past ten, moving into the pump room, last touch ups and oil, final posing drills. Last drink at ten to eleven, get my pump on, finally out on stage at eleven... I miss anything?" Kelly asked, her heart racing in her chest.

"Just to enjoy yourself!" Dan cooed, affectionately rubbing her upper arms.

Kelly blushed, smiling deeply. "And Estelle has done this kind of tanning before, right?"

"Oh yeah, best part of twenty years experience in the business. Taught me everything I know about tanning and all that. Worked with her for... half a dozen clients previously? Five or six I think. She's great. And she's seen it all, so she won't be taken aback or anything." He explained eagerly.

"She's seen it all? Even this?" Kelly lifted the hem of the t-shirt and pushed her crotch forward, her tiny thong tight against her, moulded to the shape of her tight, muscular lips.

Dan chuckled. "Well, okay, almost everything. I don't think she's had Michelle or Suzanne as clients, but I'm sure she'll take it in her stride."

"Okay. I'm just gonna message the girls and see how they're doing..."


...


Suzanne was reclined on the bed, her massive back supported by a dozen pillows. She'd been up since six, a team of specialists seeing to her every need. Currently she was receiving a pedicure and manicure from two of her staff. She was happy with the contrast between her deeply tanned skin and the shocking, electric blue she'd chosen for her nails.

Samantha was working on removing the rollers from her hair in order to style it, the voluptuous waves she was looking for coming out very well judging by the reflection in the mirror on the far side of the busy room.

'Love my long hair, but it wouldn't do to have these shoulders covered and I don't want to cut it before filming next month.' She grinned a little wider. 'What terrible hardships I have!' she thought sarcastically, enjoying Samantha's fingers as they tussled her hair and massaged her scalp.

Suzanne was almost purring. Lying back, wearing only cotton panties and bra, being waited on hand and foot by half a dozen trained specialists. She felt like Cleopatra, being pampered her from head to toe. There was no doubt that her strength exceeded all of theirs combined, her sheer muscularity giving her a godly presence among mere mortals.

She suppressed the thought, lest she get carried away. Looking down at her body, she couldn't help but smile. While she was thrilled with the enormity of her muscles, it was how well she'd managed to condition herself that really made her smile. Her skin was still soft and supple, but it clung fiercely to every last ridge of muscle, every last vein and striation clearly showing despite not even having started to pump up yet.

The pride of being so utterly massive and the erotic tension in her gargantuan, shredded muscles meant that every few minutes she'd find herself having to flex her internal muscles to close her yawning pussy. Her nipples on the other hand were a lost cause, erect and thrusting hard into her soft, cotton bra. There was no way to hide them, so she'd simply accepted that her guests would acclimatise themselves to her feminine presence.

Her phone chimed, and with her free hand she picked it up and checked the message.

The photo of Dan and Kelly, cuddled up close and smiling for the camera in their cubicle was accompanied by a short message. 'Here and getting ready, feeling great! Hope everything is well with you two, see you at the weigh in!'

Suzanne's pussy shuddered wide open again, the couple immediately bringing Suzanne's mind to  previous liaisons. Feeling a dewy wetness within her intimate muscles, she wondered if some feminine hygiene products might help to stop her juices from making an on stage appearance at an inopportune moment.

She rolled her eyes at herself. 'Oh fuck it. Stop being such a prude. If Michelle can gush on stage and the judges just think she's sweating, they won't notice anything I do.' As much as she loved Michelle, the brunette's self confidence and care free attitude did make her feel a little uptight by comparison.

She lowered the phone to rest on her lower abs, pointing her camera back up towards her face. Peering between her ample, heaving breasts, she pouted sensually for the camera, taking a selfie that showed of an intimately close view of her outrageously-shredded, perfectly tanned abs.

Typing slightly awkwardly with her left hand, she replied back to the group chat. 'Looking great Kelly! Can't wait to see you in your suit! All good here, just making Michelle jealous of my shred!'

'DAMN! You said you were going to get cut but HOLY FUCK!!!" Kelly replied almost instantly.

Suzanne giggled, her chest jiggling pleasingly. She'd worried that her bust size might diminish first as her body shed the little fat she usually carried, but so far there was no sign of that at all. If anything, her breasts had stubbornly refused to shrink in the slightest. If anything, she was expecting them to grow after the contest when she reverted to her usual off season shape, as lean as that was anyway.

She cooed softly as her manicured hand was given a gentle massage with a light moisturising cream, warm, tender hands wrapping around her fingers and palm. She glanced down at her arm, appreciating the insane network of veins scrawled over the obscene musculature of her forearms. The thick tubes snaking and curling around her shredded muscles combined as they crawled up her arm, growing larger as they scaled the peaks of her biceps and swept over to her massive, powerful chest.

Even relaxed, her upper arms were larger than any legs in the room save her own. The deep, perfect tan coating every inch of her body only added to the impressiveness of her physique, making her smile as her gaze crawled lustily up to her massive deltoids, and over to her hulking, heaving chest.

"Jerky?" offered James, fidgeting beside the bed as he checked and rechecked her schedule. She dropped her phone to the bed and took the packet in hand, tearing it open with her teeth before he could object. She quickly tore a hunk out of the chewy, seasoned beef, remembering to send a thank you to the sponsor who had provided it. It really did taste great.

Her phone chimed again as Michelle replied, including a photo of her own. Suzanne smiled, seeing Michelle's selfie from the same angle, her breasts covered by a tiny, black string bikini.

A sensual quiver shuddered up from Suzanne's core, her pussy suddenly dripping wet as her nipples hardened just a little more. Michelle's abs and obliques were if anything larger than Suzanne's, but despite the magnificent separations between each glorious mound of muscle, her definition wasn't quite as impressive as Suzanne's.

'Damn... this is gonna be close.' She could feel her loins growing wetter as she gazed lustily at Michelle's exquisite waist, gazing up towards her breasts and teasing face. 'Perhaps white underwear wasn't the best choice for this.' She mused, realising that having her crotch basting in her own juices might be a faux-pas too far for her present company.

Seconds later, Kelly replied with a picture of her own. From the angle, Dan had clearly taken the picture from a low angle a foot away from her waist. Kelly was stood naked, casually flexing her biceps as someone sprayed her down with aerosol tanning spray.

As Alex began slipping the toe spacers from her feet, Suzanne took her opportunity to relieve herself. "Just gonna pop to the loo, be right back." she explained, taking another huge bite from the jerky and swinging her massive legs over the side of the bed.

James checked the time again, but thought better than to object.

Slipping into the bathroom, Suzanne closed the door behind herself, her tight, trembling lips squeezed powerfully together to stop any fluids from trickling out of her and wetting her panties. Slipping them off quickly, she snatched a towel from the heated rack and set in softly in place against her crotch. Her other hand wrapped around her tight, toned pussy, her middle and ring fingers plunging inside her tight, dripping sheath.

Her gaze snapped to one side, eyeing her reflection in the mirror as she fantasised about the woman in the next room and the other a dozen stories or so below. Flexing for her own amusement, her physique a precision artwork of hulking, feminine muscle, her eyes drooled over every inch of her exposed flesh.

Her stance was almost a side chest pose anyway, so she leaned in to it, allowing her mighty arms to reach down just low enough to keep stimulating her loins. Her shoulders and traps jutting menacingly out from around her thick, muscular neck. Her upper arms were unreal, her melon sized biceps bulging and straining against the monstrous overhang of her swollen triceps. Her chest was the very definition of thickness, her massive pecs heaving against the broad wall of her rippling back muscles. She ached to tear off her bra, almost as much as her nipples seemingly wanted to tear out of it.

Her eyes leered down her shredded obliques quickly, landing on her massive, sculpted glutes as they flexed and shuddered above her gargantuan quads and hamstrings. Sitting down into the pose a few inches further, she indulged in the power and thickness of her massive, quivering legs.

She pictured Michelle's selfie in her mind, and suddenly orgasm was unavoidable.

Her sparkling blue eyes screwed shut as she bit her lower lip, a shuddering breath venting from her nostrils as she forced herself to stay quiet. Her tight, muscular cunt gushed, her sheath shuddering as she doused the towel in her juices. 'Yes!' she screamed internally, delighting in the thought of making herself even dryer. 'MORE!'

Her mind shot to Kelly's photo and she immediately played out a thought of Kelly gyrating, teasing, inviting Suzanne to join her in the playful way she so frequently did when they were about to fuck. Suzanne's fingers drove more forcefully inside herself, stimulating her tight, swollen clitoris with ravenous zeal as she sought to rid herself of her carnal desires, if only for a few hours.

Another shuddering breath accompanied her climax, a fresh burst of fluid erupting through her flexing lips. For all her animal lust, she was doing a magnificent job of confining her offerings to the towel. She grinned, her angelic features creasing as she flashed her pearly teeth at her reflection. "One more for the road?" she asked herself in a whisper.

Plunging a hand into her overnight bag, she whipped out a toy she had secreted in case of just such an emergency. The custom moulded cock was every bit as large as Dan had been the day he'd gone to have it made, and almost as hard. She ran the enormous member through the towel to lubricate it in her hot, silken fluids before stuffing the massive tip against her tight, toned lips.

'Oh Dan, I'm gonna grow even bigger than Michelle, just you wait!' She mused, her pussy straining to encompass the bulging tip and mighty shaft behind it.

With a sudden, sucking 'SCHLICK', it surged inside her, her hands snatching to its base to force all 14 inches of it entirely inside her. Her hands suddenly massaging and stimulating her lips and clit, she began flexing and pumping her pussy around it, her core clamping tight around the enormous mass now utterly filling her. She forced her core to wait, letting her euphoria build higher and higher, determined to get the most out of this final orgasm. Her whole body shuddered with power as her muscles flexed, filled with primal, carnal power and desire.

Her eyes opened to see her muscles flexing outrageously, peaking and shuddering, scrawled with veins, covered in sharp, chorded definition. She pictured Dan, ball deep inside her, succumbing to the same sights and sensations she was. As a massive orgasm finally exploded around the girthy toy, she had to snatch the towel from the sink where she'd dropped it and barely got the towel to her crotch in time. A soft shuddering played through the floor of the bathroom as she climaxed, her muscles flexing hard enough to send vibrations through the floor.

She stood panting for long, long seconds, giving her pussy time to finish flexing and crushing around the delightful toy. At length, she eased it out of her core and wrapped it in the sodden towel before pressing her back, arms and glutes against the cool stone wall of the wet room.

"Let's not ruin my make up or my hair now, shall we?" she whispered.

Taking another minute to calm her heart rate and cool her body, she resolved to try and get back on schedule. The corner of her stunning lips curled up as she thought what level of panic James would be getting to by now.

She gave herself one last flex into the mirror, her titanic muscles exploding to life once more. 'Good enough for first place again?' she wondered. She'd won a number of competitions in the year before Michelle's explosion to form, including the Pro-Flexpo three years ago. She'd enjoyed being the number one seed. In a few hours, she'd know if she was back on top.


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Danielle grabbed the back of her collar, pulling at the neck of her high-vis jacket and slipping the itchy label back under her uniform. Last year's uniform was much more casual and comfortable, but the irritation was more than worth it for the perks.

Already the competitors were lining up in the annex, each of them surrounded by varying numbers of their own support staff. Most wore tracksuits as they lightly pumped themselves, but as the weigh in approached, they began shedding their outer layers to reveal the fruits of their hard work.

'Nearly time!' Danielle mused, excited to play her part. Last year she'd only been assigned the physique division weigh in, and while they were gorgeous, busty and muscular, they lacked the sheer size and power of the heavier divisions. This year, she was doing the weigh in for the super-heavyweight women and she couldn't have been happier.

Danielle felt giddy, excited, the opportunity to have a little one on one time with the largest, strongest, most muscular women on the planet. As a precaution, she'd padded her underwear with a couple of absorbative panty liners to accommodate any bouts of overexcitement.

She was a slender waif of a woman herself, but had always been attracted to strong women. She blushed at the thought of one day becoming like them, suddenly shaking her head as she ridiculed the idea. She was pretty sure she'd blend in with the other four desks of stewards ready to measure the competitors if not for her good looks and charming smile.

Emilia Lopez was stripped to her posing suit and a pair of luminous green sandals, pumping her muscles frantically. Danielle's hands wrung the edge of the table as she sat, waiting for the head steward to call the contestants up to be measured.

Emilia's smooth, caramel skin shuddered and strained around her physique, dropping into plank position. Danielle leaned forward to get a better view, peering over the edge of the desk. To Danielle's delight, Emilia had leaned her weight up towards her head and was now doing planche push ups, her huge legs entirely off the floor, her weight held up by her powerful arms alone.

Emilia began to perform push ups, as deeply as her ample breasts would allow. Soft moans of exertion slipped through her lips with each rep as her body almost bounced rhythmically up and down. Danielle's eyes began to glaze over as she stared in awe, lusting for the goddess in front of her. Her eyes caressing every muscle of Emilia's frame, she trembled with desire as Emilia began to adjust her form, playing her hulking legs around elegantly and shifting her balance.

Her mouth falling open as she panted softly, Danielle wished she'd set her phone to record this erotic show of physical prowess as Emilia lifted her legs up and moved seemingly effortlessly into hand stand push-ups.

Danielle moaned- and quickly coughed, attempting to hide her audible slip. She made a display of coughing and clearing her throat before taking a sip of water from her bottle. As she glanced around, blushing from head to toe, she realised no one cared. No one was paying any mind to anyone in the annex apart from the competitors. Danielle couldn't blame them.

She realised that her crotch was dripping wet and shifted in her seat, fingers darting to the hem of her trousers and panties to shift them. The weight of padding in her underwear was somewhat reassuring, damping her fear of visibly wetting her attire with arousal in front of these magnificent women.

The head steward began fiddling with the bullhorn as he stepped up onto a some portable steps behind the weigh in desks. Hearing the electronic clicks and feedback, Danielle's heart began to race, her attention whipping round to listen.

"Good morning ladies?" he paused as the gathered crowd's chatter began to fall to a low murmur. "Good morning! Super-heavyweight women's division, the time is twenty minutes past ten. Weigh in and measurements will be open for the next twenty minutes. Once you've had yourselves weighed and measured you will receive your number to attach to your posing suit." He sounded particularly monotone, having had to announce this multiple times over the course of the morning.

"Once you have your number, please continue to through the double doors behind me-" he slashed his arm to the door, leaving it in place. "-and then turn RIGHT-" he quickly raised and realigned his arm to the right. "as the men's heavyweight division is using the other side of the pump room." He turned back to the room, his face weary, knowing that the vast majority of the contestants had been here before and knew the drill. "Questions to the stewards or myself. Thank you, best of luck!"

Danielle immediately sat up like a meerkat surveying the room. Emilia lowered her massive legs down and raised her massive torso up, all in one smooth, elegant motion that showed off her astonishing dexterity.

Danielle clasped her hands together on the desk, fixing a beaming, friendly smile on her face. Her chest pounding, her breasts quivering with tension as she gazed, jealously, lustily at the bronze skinned goddess before her. Emilia rolled her huge shoulders as her trainer gestured for her to get measured. As Emilia's deep brown eyes locked with Danielle's, her smile grew wider and her core shuddered with desire.

"Hey, is Jason Diesel really as nice as all the interviews say?" called a voice from the desk next to hers.

Emilia's gaze swung to the steward at the next table and she instantly paced closer, leaning down as she placed her hands on her wide, shapely hips and spread her massive chest. "No... he's much nicer!" Emilia teased, appreciating the recognition of her role in the latest 'Quick & Angry' film. She flicked her hair back, gazing down at the steward and flashing him a stunning smile.

Danielle's head whipped round, glaring daggers at her colleague. 'PRICK!' Danielle snarled in her mind, incensed at Jason's quick thinking. Her shoulders sank as she felt cheated, deflated, furious for having one less divine figure to service.

"No, Jason's a real stand up guy, made sure the whole film crew got a share of the film's profits to split between them. And he raffled off the cars for charity at the film's premier! Well, the ones that survived filming anyway."

"Ah, good, good! I'd hate to have to pull him up on letting the name down! Jason by the way!" Jason said, offering a hand for Emilia to shake. As she reached for his hand and gave him a firm but friendly handshake he added, "Lovely to meet you Emilia! Shall we get you checked in?"

Danielle seethed in her seat, her shoulders hunched as she glared at her desk to hide her anger. She scrolled through the contestant list on her tablet in a futile attempt to distract herself from the friendly banter at the next desk.

"Still step on the scales first?" a low voice cooed.

Danielle looked up, startled at the massive presence suddenly looming over her.

''Michelle Cole!' Danielle thought, her pussy lurching wide, hot, wet drops tracing down inside her and slipping through her lips. "Uh, I'd, but- yeah! I, mean-" her mind seemed to convulse, thrown off by the perfect vision of loveliness that was the number one seed Michelle Cole.

"Hey!" Michelle said, her voice soft, but insistent. "Take a breath." She suggested, amicably tilting her head slightly atop her rippling neck.

Danielle ceased her babbling and gazed in awe up at Michelle. Hulking, shredded muscles bulged and rippled with the slightest movement, her pert, voluptuous bust swelling and falling like ocean waves. Heat and power radiated from her mighty presence, her achingly beautiful features gazing warmly and patiently down at Danielle.

Blushing deeply, she closed her eyes, smiling sheepishly. She took a deep breath and measuredly blew it out before returning her gaze to Michelle. "Yes, just let me get your profile up first." she replied, her voice soft but with a small measure of confidence back in it.

Danielle's fingers darted across her screen, confirming that she would be taking Michelle's measurements and syncing it to the database. She reminded herself that although they were the star attractions, this was her little domain. She puffed up her chest and stood up, gesturing to the floor scales beside her. "When you're ready, step on!" she said, her cheerful smile and demeanour returning.

Michelle adjusted the straps of her sequinned, pink suit top over her gargantuan, jutting traps and stepped gently onto the scales. Danielle watched breathily, her eyes darting back and forth, snatching glances at the electronic readout and lusting over Michelle's form.

Once the scale finally stopped, Danielle snapped back into her official mode. 'That can't be right...' she thought, her brow furrowing in confusion. "Four hundred and fifty five pounds?" she mumbled curiously. "I uh... know you're huge but..."

Michelle giggled back, her good nature showing through as she decided to humour the young steward. "Do you need to check me on some other scales?" she asked, playfully cocking her hips and twisting her torso, as if her hulking physique needed any more reason to draw attention.

Her eyebrows shot up. "Couldn't hurt." she stated simply. In an instant, she guided Michelle to Jason's scales. "You're not using the scales are you?" Danielle asked in Jason's direction, not waiting or caring if he answered. Michelle was already on the scale by the time Jason looked up from measuring Emilia's 25.5 inch biceps.

Michelle flicked her pony tail over her shoulders as she waddled to a stop on the scales, holding her massive physique still as the readout settled slowly to stop. "Four fifty five!" Danielle mumbled again.

She paused thinking back to her last physical at the doctors office. 'I weigh ninety pounds.' She looked at Michelle. 'Five of me. She weighs five of me!'

As Michelle swung her smiling gaze from the scale to Danielle, she twisted her massive chest again, puffing out her shoulders and chest, her monstrous torso seeming to swell even larger. "Satisfied?" she purred, enjoying showing off her years of hard work.

Danielle's cunt shuddered in awe, cresting an orgasm. Her crotch would already have been soaked if not for her planning. "Four fifty five! Let's get the rest of your measurements!" she said, straining to hold her composure as she entered Michelle's colossal weight on her tablet.

Michelle followed slowly behind Danielle, her hands clasped together as she began to roll her hands about her wrists, straining and flexing her shredded, rippling forearms as her elegant, manicured hands crushed against each other. Danielle retrieved her easy measure tape from the desk and turned around to find Michelle pumping her arms. "Forearms first!" Danielle said giddily.

Michelle separated her hands and curled her fists towards her elbows as far as she could manage, the hulking, striated masses of muscle adorning her lower arms coiling and bulging as they flexed.

Danielle shuddered, almost over come as she slipped the loop of the tape around Michelle's wrist, slipping it slowly up her arm to rest around the thickest, meatiest part of her lower arm. Pulling the tape tight, it was hard to keep her eyes on the numbers and off the shredded, thickness of Michelle's forearms and the visible pulsing of her swollen veins.

"Twenty one and a half inches..." Danielle read off, twisting back to the tablet and entering in the gargantuan number. She was struggling to keep herself from audibly panting, her core hungry for Michelle's touch. "Just measure the other one..." she loosened the tape, the plastic audibly popping as the clasp loosened, releasing the tension around the straining mass of shredded muscle.

Slipping it off one arm and on to the other, Danielle managed to refrain from groping the huge, rippling limb as she tightened up the tape again. "Twenty one and a half again! Perfect symmetry."

Danielle twisted her hips awkwardly as she turned back to the tablet to update it. 'Not now.' she chided herself, anxious to control the sensation throbbing through her loins. She turned back to see Michelle with a mischievous glint in her eye.

Michelle had already looped the tape around her upper arm, holding her massive limb out straight and letting the tape hang loose from it. Danielle smiled and slipped her fingers inside the tape, running her hand around it's length to ensure it wasn't twisted. "Ready?" Michelle whispered sultrily. Danielle looked uncertainly up into Michelle's sparkling auburn eyes, wondering if she'd heard her tone correctly.

"When you are?" Danielle hated that she asked in reply, annoyed by her own meekness.

Michelle curled her arm slowly, the thick, shredded cylinder of her veiny biceps shortening and thickening, swelling out little by little as she teased the tape tight around her upper arm. As Danielle leaned in to take the reading from the mountainous peak, Michelle whispered, "Should I flex it?"

Danielle looked back confused, her eyes asking if Michelle was serious. Glancing at the 28 inch reading she asked, "You're not?"

"Keep watching!" Michelle whispered confidently back. Danielle's knee trembled, her leg twitching as her core shuddered, riding dangerously close to release. As her gaze went back to Michelle's hulking biceps, Danielle watched as Michelle actually started to flex.

"Harder?" she breathed confidently, the tape shifting slightly, the reading upping by half an inch. The individual chords across her biceps became more prominent. The swollen, hulking peak growing ever so subtly.

"Harder?" Another half inch, definition growing deeper, her veins thickening slightly as her biceps grew harder, shorter and thicker still.

"Harder?" she breathed, half an inch more, her arm beginning to vibrate softly as her biceps bulged, the peak growing ever taller and more jagged.

"Harder?" she moaned softly, pushing her arm a little more-

Danielle stood up, tearing her eyes away from the currently swelling reading as it passed 29.5 inches. "As hard as you can!" she whispered a little more sternly than she intended. With a little blush and a deferential nod, she continued, "The next reading I take is what I record." she said, quietly defiant as she stood utterly dwarfed and deeply, deeply aroused by the titanic woman's frame and divine beauty.

"Alright..." Michelle replied, her smile widening as she toyed with the smaller woman. She waited for her to lean back in, seeing the suppressed desire on Danielle's face. "As hard as I can!"

Michelle flexed everything. Her massive arm pulsed, bulging instantly larger, obscenely lean and defined, her veins growing thicker and more visible, her biceps throbbing as they swelled, stretching her skin. The tape slipped from just under 30 inches, to settle on 32 inches.

"Like that Danielle?" she breathed erotically into the stewards ear.

Danielle's knee buckled and her ankle kicked, an involuntary spasm of euphoria exploding from her core and shooting down both legs. To her credit, Danielle barely made a sound as her pussy erupted, her eyes screwing shut as she painfully bit her lip. Michelle grinned inwardly as she heard the slender woman's juices spurting from her loins.

Her chest shuddered as she tried to maintain her composure, embarrassed as she desperately tried to hide her climax before the hulking, muscular goddess. "Th-thirty two inches." she whispered.

Michelle flexed her shredded core muscles, feeling them bulge and slide against each other, her intimate muscles flexing within. Feelings of dominance surged through her body leaving her deeply aroused. Her nipples hardened as her breasts quivered with a deeply erotic tension, her posing suit top tightening around her hulking chest. Michelle felt a swelling of confidence from making the young woman come just by flexing.

She loved it when people lost control at the mere sight of her. Her smile broadened and she blushed, remembering the last time she'd made a beautiful, young woman orgasm just by flexing for them. She stole a quick glance at Kelly through the crowd, her muscular pussy shuddering wide as she thought about everything they'd been through together since then.

It pleased her deeply to think that she'd helped to kick start Kelly's bodybuilding journey, especially with how far she'd come in such a short time.

Still grinning, she playfully flexed for her own amusement, deeply aroused by her own sheer muscularity, her outrageous femininity, her aching beauty. Looking at Danielle fumble with the tablet to enter in her first bicep measurement, she wondered if the petite woman might also have a future in bodybuilding. Then she noticed that Danielle was leaning against the table, seemingly too embarrassed to turn back around.

Michelle paced closer and rubbed Danielle's back, her heaving I cup breast nestling against the smaller woman's shoulder as she leaned in close to her ear.

"You're not the first, you wont be the last." Michelle whispered softly. Danielle twisted her head, her cheeks flushed crimson. "I take it as a compliment!" she purred, affectionately pressing her bust against Danielle. Danielle cringed, but smiled, as if unwilling to accept the statement despite wanting to. "Tell you what, how about we get my measurements done nice and quick, and then I'll escort you to the restroom to... freshen up a little?"

"I uh... gotta stay until all the division contestants are processed..." Danielle admitted, worrying how much more her panty liner's could absorb. "If any of the contestants make a complaint I'll be kicked out!" she explained, a tremble in her voice.

"Oh... well, I know a couple of other competitors who definitely won't object. Even if you, 'compliment' them too..." Michelle soothed. "I'll even stick around and spill your water bottle on your crotch if you need a cover story?" Michelle teased gently. Danielle looked deep into her eyes, her longing gaze expressing endless gratitude. "I'll let Suzanne and Kelly know to get measured by you and monopolise the time." Danielle nodded by way of thanks.

"Now... I believe my left arm was thirty two inches-" She drew her right arm up, flexing her arm tightly, the shuddering, bulging mass of her biceps peaking tightly above the enormous swell of her colossal, jutting triceps. "But do they match?" she asked with a sultry whisper.


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Dan stood by Kelly as she worked, pumping up, the excitement of finally seeing Kelly go out on the biggest stage in the world setting his pulse racing. He'd been determined to keep his mind focussed on Kelly, but it was hard not to get caught up in the excitement. 'A room full of three hundred plus pound women will tend to distract.' he thought idly to himself.

Closing his eyes, he sucked in his chiselled abs, almost using the vacuum pose to try to draw blood away from his crotch and prevent himself from becoming aroused. He'd struggled to contain his excitement for so many hours on end, his own shredded, powerful physique clearly excited by the presence of so many muscular, powerful women. 'Very easy to get distracted...'

The weigh in hadn't been too much of a shock. He knew that Suzanne and Michelle were bigger than the rest of the field, but by how much had surprised him a little. He'd also expected the rest of the field to grow a little more since last year. While any gains at this level were impressive, perhaps his experience with Kelly, Michelle and Suzanne had skewed his expectations somewhat.

He'd never been more proud of Kelly, watching her start her set of jumping squat thrusts, massive dumbbells in hand. One thing was bothering him though. Most of the other competitors seemed to have come down with a bad case of stink eye.

Every few seconds, he'd spot one of the other women throw an angry look at their area. Mostly at Michelle, but Kelly and Suzanne were getting a share of the scornful looks too. So far his lovers didn't seem to have noticed. He wondered if he was overthinking things or if the field were just normally this competitive.

"Lunges with curls..." he said softly to Kelly. She dutifully switched exercise, grinning madly with anticipation, eager to pump her shredded physique to the max. His eyes clung to her every last curve, every hill of shredded, swollen muscle. He could assess her form as well as enjoy her beauty, the bright red posing suit snug around her body catching the light wonderfully. 'Might help draw the judges attention to her assets.' he thought as she switched into perfect reverse flies.

Commotion was building up near the entrance to the stage, the stewards chatting amongst themselves as the moment of truth approached. Kelly switched into burpees, Dan glanced around the room, seeing lots of the women finishing their exercises and getting their last final touch ups. He glanced at Estelle to ask if Kelly needed any touch ups.

She didn't wait for him to ask before answering, "Nah, she's perfect. Aint never seen a woman debut like your girl, 'specially not in this weight class. She was ready for the stage the moment we left the cubicle."

Dan grinned, his chest welling with pride for Kelly. "Thanks Estelle, you're the best!"

"An' don't you forget it!" she said in her soft southern drawl, a wry smile on her wizened yet beautiful features. As she began to tidy her equipment, Dan looked up to see Dianne York shaking her head, a suspicious look on her face as she side eyed Michelle.

"Ladies, one minute to stage, please line up at your number on the wall!" the head steward called. "One minute, take your places!"

Kelly leapt to her feet, giddy with excitement. She bent forward, craning her powerful chest forward as she peered between her ample breasts to check the '19' badge was still attached at her hip. Almost afraid to touch anything for fear of rubbing her tan off somehow, her massive arms stayed wide out from her shredded sides. With a touch of anxiety in her smile, she gazed up at Dan. "How do I look?"

Dan looked her up and down, ignoring the scrambling commotion across the rest of the room and focussing only of Kelly. Every inch of her pumped and shredded, every muscle full and thick, her bust swollen, trembling with energy, her gorgeous smile beaming out from above her glorious, rippling physique. "Perfect!" he cooed back.

She paused, before stepping towards him and standing on her tip toes to delicately place a kiss on his lips. "Wish me luck!" she whispered. She took a moment to squeeze Estelle's hand, flashing her a dazzling, grateful smile before darting off to her place in the queue.

Nineteen women lined up, each one of them laden with gargantuan muscles, their rippling skin oiled and tanned, each of them a shredded mountain of feminine, powerful muscle. Almost 7000 pounds of female muscle flexed and tensed, tiny tops were teased and manoeuvred around heaving breasts, tiny bottoms adjusted around wide hips and wider glutes. The very floor seemed to bow under their weight, the most muscular women on the planet having conditioned their bodies to the absolute pinnacle.

A door opened and the roaring of the crowd in the main hall poured through the opening to the back stage area. Kelly joined the queue at the back of the line, her heart thundering in her chest.

The announcers voice boomed through over the speakers. "Ladies and gentlemen, please put your hands together, for the last of the women's events at this years Pro-Flexpo. Give it up for the biggest, most muscular women in the world, it's time for the final of the women's superheavyweight division!"

The women started to file out and the crowd exploded with cheering noise and raucous applause.  Kelly, bringing up the back of the line, stepped out onto the stage and into the light.

It was time...

[RobDubya]

Dan & Kelly Part 12

This chapter follows on seconds after after part 11.

If you enjoy the story (or even if you don't), I'd love to hear your feedback on what you liked and what you didn't.

All the best,

Devverus.


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Nineteen women filed out on stage, each one of them a hulking colossus of bulging, rippling muscle. Tiny posing suits were stretched around their mighty frames, barely encompassing pert breasts and clinging tight around powerful hips. Tanned and oiled skin glistened beneath the bright spotlights beaming down on the stage as the ladies beamed their smiles out towards the thousands screaming in the audience.

Pointed feet tip toed with remarkable grace over the painted stage, each woman finding the square with the number corresponding the tag at their hip. In fluid sequence, the women bounced eagerly to their places, slipping enthusiastically into rest pose as they waited for the announcer to get things moving.

Waiting for the crowd to vent some of their energy, the announcer seemed to take his time, letting the fans take their fill before the main event. Swollen muscles trembled, the contest shapes of the competitors in varying high levels of shred. Veins pulsed softly, scrawled across lean, defined muscles, catching the light almost as much as their sparkling earrings and sequinned bikinis.

In the 1st and 2nd spots at centre stage, Michelle and Suzanne stood side by side, their enormity dwarfing every other woman. They looked like they had crashed a lower division such was the mismatch between them and the rest of the line-up.

Dianne York had pushed herself hard over the past year, determined as ever to push herself up the rankings. With the number 3 badge pinned to her hip, she looked exquisite in her bright yellow one-piece posing suit, the straps straining around her neck and obliques as they hugged her rippling frame. Her gorgeous smile was strained slightly as she tried to hide her annoyance at being stood next to Michelle.

Michelle was again wearing her now signature sequinned pink bikini, the soft pink contrasting her tanned skin beautifully. Every muscle on her frame was thicker, leaner and more menacing than the sculpted, swollen muscles adorning Dianne's frame. Even Michelle's colossal I cup breasts seemed to be perkier than Dianne's pert, ample E cups.

Beside Suzanne in 4th position stood Natalia Kournikova, the former women's arm-wrestling world champion. Natalia's black posing suit matched her jet black hair. She was the third largest on stage by a noticeable margin. Her massive legs were a sight to behold, but proportionally were still yet to match the enormity of her arms. Her bust heaved with each breath, her F cup breasts squeezed tightly by her suit, giving her a full, pleasing cleavage that continued out from the deep ravine between her thick, meaty pecs.

Despite the Russian's strenuous efforts, Natalia's massive 29.5 inch arms looked less amazing compared to Suzanne's outrageous 31.5 inch guns. The massive bulk of Natalia's upper body, the broadness of her shoulders, the width of her chest, the thickness of her neck, all of it paled in comparison to Suzanne's titanic torso.

Many bodybuilders would have been thrilled to have such muscular development as Natalia had built through her hulking quads, powerful hamstrings and thick, rounded glutes. Despite that, Natalia's legs looked comparatively feeble beside Suzanne's, not only because of Natalia's focus on her upper body, but because of the utter enormity of Suzanne's perfectly proportioned, shredded, rippling legs.

The last of the line to file on stage, Kelly had followed Alice Styles, the pair standing in positions 19 and 17 respectively. Kelly was both disappointed and relieved to be stood at the end of the line. That she might not be noticed as much as the women in the centre was a little disappointing, but as a first experience, perhaps the nerves would settle a little easier without the full glare of the limelight.

She flashed a giddy, nervous smile at Alice as they checked their footing and moved into rest pose. Alice paused for a moment, as if surprised by Kelly's presence. Her gaze lingered on Kelly for several seconds, taken aback by the quality of Kelly's physique.

Alice had competed in the heavyweight division for many years but had finally decided to make the move to the super-heavyweight division last year. She'd been hoping that the other debutant she'd heard would be competing might be less accomplished than her. Looking Kelly up and down, she found it painfully obvious that wasn't the case.

The same height as Kelly, Alice's three hundred and eleven pounds seemed to shrink beside Kelly at almost twenty five pounds lighter. Alice had hoped that her F cup bust would perhaps subconsciously sway the judges attention and affection towards her, perhaps even compensating for her sub-average conditioning. Seeing Kelly's perky GG cups trembling out from her chest, Alice felt decidedly inadequate.

Alice glanced down at herself, her cheeks suddenly flush as she checked her own appearance. Tall and statuesque, her powerful arms and muscular thighs not only lacked the conditioning of Kelly's, but also the sheer mass and menacing shape. Perhaps the only part of Alice's physique that was larger the Kelly's was her waistline, but that was due to the thin layer of fat she had been unable to shift after an over-optimistic bulking phase.

"Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen!" The announcer's voice boomed suddenly over the sound system. The crowd answered with an eruption of excitement. "Please welcome the finalists for the women's super heavyweight division." Another roar swelled from the adoring fans.

"The ladies will be judged on the eight mandatory poses, then after a short rest, they'll be showing off their own two minute routines to add their own flair to the proceedings. The awards will then be given out after a short recess."

Kelly's heart thundered in her chest, her hulking muscles trembling with energy. 'This'll never get old!' she mused gleefully.

Despite their years of experience and professionalism, Michelle and Suzanne couldn't help but glance mischievously at each other from the corners of their eyes. Both of them felt their muscles swell a fraction more, adrenaline coursing through their veins as they ached with carnal desire.

"Ladies, are you ready?" Muscles glistening under the lights tensed a little harder, throbbing with power, rippling with definition. Chests pushed out a little further, shoulders tensed and widened by fractions of an inch. Knees eased out to broaden the silhouette of massive thighs, every woman beaming their smiles out, willing the judges to look at them.

"Judges, are you ready?" The line of judges sat in the dark before the stage raised their thumbs, their faces illuminated by the monitors built into the long desk they all sat at. They were enclosed in a low, long booth with large windows, thoroughly sound proofed to mitigate the noise of the audience,

"Audience, are you ready?" The crowd went utterly wild, a wall of noise filled with proclamations of love and adoration filling the huge hall. The air thick with excitement.

"Then let the final begin! Ladies, first pose, front lateral spread!"

An electronic tone sounded from the sound system and the super-heavyweights burst into an erotic display of flourishing arms as they moved into pose. The judges may have split their attention across the line, but the audience had their attention drawn to the centre.

Natalia let out a carnal, breathy moan as she felt her thick pecs and delts flex intensely, pushing her chest and shoulders out to emphasize her massive upper body. But despite her enormity, she was noticeably smaller than Suzanne beside her.

The thick, bulging slabs on Suzanne's chest were larger than Natalia's less conditioned pecs, just as her shredded pumpkin deltoids were larger and more menacing than the Russian's. Even hidden behind Suzanne's huge, pert breasts, the difference in their upper bodies was shocking.

Natalia's arms were her proudest achievement, her dense, sculpted biceps bulging and thick, hulking triceps jutting out beneath her massive shoulders. Had she allowed herself to properly assess Suzanne beside her, she would have been furious with how utterly Suzanne's herculean arms out-massed and out-sized her own arms by two full inches. Not only larger, but better sculpted, more menacingly shaped, Suzanne's enormous, rippling arms were a league beyond Natalia's.

Looking down their bodies, Suzanne's incredibly sculpted abs and obliques were far thicker, yet still leaner and more defined compared to Natalia's. Even partially obscured by the shadow of her voluptuous bust, Suzanne's shredded hourglass waist was far more impressive.

Moving lower still, the difference only grew. Suzanne's colossal thighs, turned out to present her rippling inner thighs and the gargantuan sweeps of hard, toned muscle. Natalia's massive 38 inch quads paled in comparison to the colossal thickness of Suzanne's now 50 inch legs.

To their left, Michelle looked utterly immense next to Dianne York. Dianne had built her five foot seven frame up to a lean, massive 342 pounds, but was utterly dwarfed by Michelle. Standing at five foot nine inches tall, Michelle had 103 pounds of rippling mass more packed onto her frame than Dianne.

As Michelle suppressed her sexual appetite, straining her body as she flexed for the screaming crowd, she made sure to maintain her poise. Sequins shivered atop the peaks of her nipples, the tension shuddering through her chest making the glittering discs dance. The obscene thickness of her limbs, the shredded masses of sculpted, rippling muscle, straining from head to toe as her body exuded power and dominance. Her skin began to flush red beneath her tan, her massive muscles throbbing as she flexed.

On the end of the line, Kelly stood proudly, her muscles trembling as she flexed. Stood next to Alice, the difference between them was significant. Every inch of Kelly's frame was leaner, larger  and more menacingly sculpted than Alice's.

She kept playing Dan's words through her head, focusing on maintaining her flawless technique. As her muscles warmed further, straining with power, she squeezed her intimate muscles closed, determined to keep on top of the erotic tension building deep through her loins.

The intoxicating thrill of having so many fans screaming their adoration made that harder, her breasts trembling with anticipation at the lusting thoughts of so many wanting to worship her. A pulse of erotic energy burst through her breasts and hardened her nipples even further as she picked out her own name being screamed through the din of the crowd.

Grinning, she pushed her muscles harder. Her melon sized biceps heaving against her thick, jutting triceps. The shapely masses of her sculpted deltoids throbbed with power, her thick pecs rippling with power to lift her voluptuous bust a fraction higher.

Her sculpted abs and obliques shuddered, as if straining to contain her powerful intimate muscles within, her fists buttressed against her wide, shapely hips. Her thick, shredded quads splayed wide, showing off the unreal thickness of her massive legs.

The sound system played a loud tone that cut through the noise. The announcer quickly followed; "Rest! Thank you ladies!"

The women breathed a collective sigh, slipping back into rest pose. Sweat was beginning to break out over the hulking muscles of the contestants, making their already oiled bodies glisten a little more. Most of the line were already panting heavily, hearts pounding to keep their their huge bodies oxygenated. Faces were just beginning to flush red as blood pounded through their muscles, lean, defined flesh ready to flex.

Kelly seemed to be handling it easily thanks to her training, the heaving of her chest the most measured and controlled of the entire line. Suzanne and Michelle on the other hand couldn't help but glance at each other through the corner of their eyes. Both found the other's spectacular physique deeply arousing, the carnal desire eliciting more adrenaline to course through their veins, keeping them outrageously pumped.

The thirty second rest period passed quickly, the fever from the crowd barely lessening throughout. "Second pose, quarter turn to the right, front side chest!" The loud chime played immediately after the announcer finished speaking, the women turning and exploding into the pose with relish.

Masked by the crowd's cheers and screams, Kelly allowed herself a little moaning as she gracefully flourished into pose, her massive muscles shuddering with power, swelling with tension. Her dazzling smile threatened to turn fully into laughter she was enjoying herself so much, the erotic thrill of her rippling muscles so full and hard in front of so many eager fans. Their adoration only drove her to push herself harder.

As she felt her dewy juices beginning to trace out to her lips from deep within her, she made mind not to give herself over to her erotic desires completely, squeezing her intimate muscles closed, her camel toe tensing to keep from yawning wide and swallowing her posing suit.

Beside her, Alice let out a feminine grunt, pushing herself as hard as she could. Being next to Kelly was making her feel hugely self conscious, her core trembling uncertainly. She couldn't keep her eyes off the scarlet clad goddess next to her. Straining to compensate for her lacking size, she flexed hard enough to throw her balance slightly, having to shift her feet and reset her pose.

Centre stage, Suzanne was teasing Michele, soft laughter slipping through her smile just loud enough for Michelle to hear. As the pair flexed intensely, showing off the enormity of their hulking biceps, gargantuan shoulders, mammoth chests and colossal legs, Michelle found her rampant libido  becoming harder to control. Feeling sweat breaking out over her skin, droplets tracing down over her rippling flesh, she felt her loins becoming wetter too.

Suzanne's conditioning was beginning to worry her, seeing how astonishingly defined she looked under the stage lights, Michelle felt a pang of concern shoot through her chest. 'Damn she looks good! Am I big enough to beat Suze? Or is she shredded enough to take the win on this?'

As Michelle's brain raced, her core ached for release, thrumming with unspent energy. Her smile curled with a mischievous edge. 'I can ride the line a little higher, get my body even more charged without losing control...' She seemed to be trying to convince herself, though letting her already dripping core flex even harder, edging by simply flexing her powerful pussy was a dangerous proposition. 'Yeah, I can handle Dan inside me, I can flex without losing it!'

The sound system chimed loudly before the announcer called "Rest!" Deep, sucking gasps sounded across the stage as the ladies returned to rest pose.

Easing her hips back subtly, Michelle began flexing her intimate muscles, her camel toe erotically flexing and relaxing as she indulged in pumping up her loins. Her arousal increased, sending a shuddering wave of pleasure through her dense flesh, welling out from her core to fill her massive thighs and hulking chest. Her already mammoth muscles and heaving breasts seemed to swell just a fraction larger as the wave of adrenaline supercharged her flesh.

Fearing errant drops of fluid tracing down her inner thighs, she clenched her lips tight, determined to keep from orgasming on stage as she had previously. 'I got this! Just don't go over board.'

"Ladies, front side triceps!" the announcer called, his sentence again punctuated by the piercing tone.

Again the ladies flourished, their bodies shifting into the pose, every movement of their hulking bodies exaggerated. Michelle's arm exploded as she thrust her arm down, her jutting triceps shuddering as her other arm strained to grasp at her wrist, the enormity of her musculature adding extra difficulty to the pose.

Suzanne moaned as she set into the pose, her steely muscles vibrating with power. Sweat beginning to trickle down her body, caressing her shredded muscles, clinging to her veins, running in tiny rivulets in the ravines between muscle groups, she couldn't hear the tiny popping noises emanating from her posing top. The roar of the crowd, the sensual moans passing her lips, the rush of blood through her chest, head and ears, she didn't realise that stitching was beginning to give.

Instead, she let her body work harder, flexing more intensely, her muscles shuddering menacingly full. Her pulse thundered through her flesh, mixing with the tensing of her flexing muscles to fill her with an erotic, powerful pleasure. Her grin widened as she pushed herself, glad to have eased her sexual appetite in her room so that she didn't have to hold back.

Playing their enormous, v-tapered chests back and forth, utterly outclassing the competition beside them, both Michelle and Suzanne were dominating the stage, the whooping crowd encouraging the contestants to push themselves harder still.

The tone sounded again. "Time!"

The ladies relaxed back into rest pose, their bodies becoming tight as lactic acid started to build up in their thick, sculpted muscles, pumping their blushing bodies fractions further.

Judges frantically made notes and assigned points, their usual scoring curve thrown off somewhat by the enormity of Suzanne and Michelle. A few whispered queries flew back and forth as they spotted the crotch of Michelle's suit bottoms shuddering, stretched tight around her powerful, flexing lips.

The sheen of sweat coating the women grew, adding an extra shine to their bodies, their massive muscles catching the light a little more, throwing the shadows into deeper contrast.

"Quarter turn to the right, rear lateral spread!" The bleep cut through the crowd who were still roaring with excitement.

The ladies turned, each at their own pace before moving into the pose. Some rushed to be the first to catch the judges eyes, others taking their time, confidently expecting attention from judge and crowd alike.

Suzanne's graceful flourish was swift, setting the standard as her muscles strained against her frame. Her chiselled, butterfly glutes heaved her wide hips forward, prising her massive thighs out. Her elbows swung wide, splaying the massive wall of her lats and traps, her thick, pumpkin delts and massive, jutting triceps bulging angrily out from her massive chest.

A loud, erotic moan poured from her pouting lips as she stood up on her toes, her body quivering with effort from head to toe. A few extra stitches popped unheard around Suzanne's massive torso. Beside her, even Natalia felt embarrassed, the uncensored sexuality of Suzanne's display making her blush.

Michelle followed suit a few seconds later, her slow, precise flourishes drawing eyes to her massive frame as she whipped her ponytail over her massive shoulders to rest against her rippling pec. Not worrying about the judges getting an eyeful of her obscenely muscular crotch, she threw herself into the pose, letting her body flex to its fullest.

Michelle's near orgasmic moan was even louder than Suzanne's. Dianne scowled beside Michelle, trying to concentrate on her own impressive display even as she side-eyed Michelle's colossal physique.

Planting her manicured hands against her wide hips, Michelle swung her arms out, her back splaying like a wall of muscle that obscured even her enormous breasts for most in the screaming crowd. Had her tight, sculpted waistline not been so amazingly muscular, there was no way it could have supported the sheer enormity of her upper body, so massive and densely muscled as it was.

The unreal thickness of her massive glutes and thighs planted wide beneath her feminine hips only further exaggerated the hourglass shape of her body, her physique a living embodiment of femininity and power. As she let her hungering loins flex, she barely noticed the material stretching taut around her hips, pulled towards her crotch as the sequinned material got caught between her powerful, flexing lips.

Despite Suzanne's impressive physique, Michelle looked wider and denser than the blond goddess, her lean, jutting muscles fractionally thicker and shorter, packed onto her slightly shorter frame. Combined with the intense, adrenaline fuelled pump, Michelle seemed to be giving the better showing of the two.

The chime cut through the contestants concentration once more, the announcer calling for rest. As the women eased back to the flats of their feet, their hulking arms swinging slowly down, some of them began to quiver, the efforts of keeping their enormous, lean physiques pumped and flexing beginning to take its toll. Sweat glistened, trickling down over pumped, swollen muscles, pattering softly to the floor.

Suzanne took a second to adjust her top, her tight nipples stabbing into the material stretched around her breasts. Michelle similarly ran her fingers inside the waistband of her bottoms, rolling her hips as she plucked her damp attire from her powerful, dewy lips. The pair giggled through their deep breathing, the anticipation of their post contest activities keeping them both sexually charged.

Dianne stood grimacing beside Michelle, willing the next pose to be called. The whole situation seemed absurd, the sheer gulf in mass between these two and the rest of the field. Dianne wondered if there needed to be a new division created, or if there was simply some new drug being used that the current tests couldn't pick up. Whatever the case, her anger gave her energy, easing the strain of keeping her rippling muscles tense and pumped.

"Rear double biceps!" the crowd still seemed to be trying to drown out the calls as the sound system chimed through.

Suzanne slipped quickly into pose, her massive arms pointing high, stretching towards the ceiling before whipping her wrists down towards her shoulders. Her hulking biceps shuddered with power, the shredded mounds throbbing, vibrating as she willed the sculpted split peaks higher. Her calves heaved her body up onto her elegant toes, willing the crowds attention to her shredded, rippling frame.

Sweat tracing down her body, she opened her chest a little wider, squeezing her lats harder her massive, shredded deltoids presented in all their glory. She heard Natalia gasp next to her as the Russian followed suit, but that only gave her a thrill of superiority.

Even straining to maximise her presentation, Suzanne could feel the difference between them. To think that her gargantuan arms were two full inches larger in circumference than the undisputed women's arm-wrestling champion... She couldn't help her pussy yawning wide with satisfaction, her lips dripping wet with arousal. Her tight, muscular sheath quivered at a momentary fantasy of beating her in an arm-wrestle before she drew her mind back to reality.

"Rest!" came the call again, and the ladies, glistening under the lights, settled to rest pose once more.

Still glancing at each other, both Michelle and Suzanne found themselves shifting their weight between their hips as they ached for each other, both turned on by the other as well as their outright dominance of the rest of the field. By now, both their posing suits were soaked through, their sweating bodies and dripping pussies drenching their attire.

Michelle had to restrain herself, her raging libido aching for overdue satisfaction, her muscles held merely tense in rest pose. Suzanne's carnal desires were still partially satisfied, so she didn't have to hold back at all, allowing her rest pose to stay entirely solid, her glistening, shredded muscles flexing intensely.

"Half turn to face stage front, most muscular!"

The pair turned in unison, trying to keep their focus on themselves. Both set their hulking legs firmly beneath themselves, Michelle taking an extra moment to wiggle her hips as her libido shuddered within her. Stretching out their arms as if warming up for lateral raises, their each curled their massive arms down low in front, Michelle curling her fists up while Suzanne's hands clasped, crushing her palms together.

Suzanne slipped quickly into intense flexing, the thickness of her neck and shoulders jutting out from her head would have shamed a bull, her shredded, veiny musculature shuddering with power. Her traps swept back behind her as she bent over, her hulking shoulders bulging out wider still. As her triceps swelled out obscenely wide, the bulging peaks of her biceps strained, pressing unashamed into the firm orbs of her breasts and squeezing her cleavage together. A few more stitches popped without her notice, her attention entirely on outdoing Michelle.

Michelle took a few seconds more than Suzanne before she started flexing to her max, but with good reason. Swinging her gargantuan arms slowly into place, she pumped her pussy in the darkness behind her breasts and arms, her muscular sheath trembling with power.

In an instant, Michelle let out a loud grunt, bordering a soft roar as she let her muscles flex fully. Her body seemed to pulse, as every ounce of flesh on her frame swelled, her muscles peaking harder as her veins throbbed thicker. A shower of sweat burst from her skin as the impulse of her body flexing sent a soft thud through the stage floor.

It was hard for the judges not to notice Michelle's physique, even as she teetered on the edge of orgasm. The glistening line-up of massive, flexing women, all moaning and panting as they strained to show off their physiques made it difficult for Michelle to maintain the balancing act.

When the tone sounded, Michelle was relieved to be able to relax, gingerly standing back up as her hulking inner thighs glistened. Sneaking a glance at her blond lover as she flicked her pony tail back over her massive shoulders, it was still too hard to tell who would come out on top.

At the side of the stage, Kelly's cheeks ached, her manic grin still not having left her gorgeous face since stepping out. Of all the contestants, she was sweating the least, her body merely glowing rather than flushing red. Her extended duration training in the run up had left her in fantastic stead to maintain her poise and keep her body performing.

She gave a friendly glance to Alice who was panting heavily beside her. Alice was beet red beneath her tan from head to toe, her huge shoulders heaving unsteadily as she strained to both breathe and stay in rest pose. Alice noticed Kelly's attention and returned an uncertain smile, an excited shiver trembling up through her hips and into her abdomen.

Confused, Alice shook her head, her heart pounding. She'd been around bodybuilders of all shapes and sizes, men and women, younger, older, power lifters, cross fitters, athletes from across many disciplines... what was it about Kelly that was throwing her off so much? Her hips twisted as her core shuddered, uncertain but excited. Was she running a fever? Was there something about Kelly that was playing tricks with her mind? Alice found her breaths shallow and rapid, her concentration straying constantly to Kelly beside her.

'For fuck's sake, just concentrate on the contest!' she chided herself, willing the next pose be called to focus her mind anew.

"Abdominal and thigh!" the call sounded, the crowd cheering loudly as the chime signalled for the powerful women to act.

Kelly's cheeks twinged with pain as she gazed into the crowd, ready to show off her favourite pose. She didn't care, her beautiful smile beaming out to the audience. With a sassy flourish, her hips writhing as she played her legs teasingly around before setting them into position, Kelly clasped her hands behind her head and let her body flex.

Her melon sized biceps rutted between her pumpkin delts and sculpted forearms, swelling out to brush gently against her aching cheeks. Her thick triceps jutted out from there, exploding out from the thick, sweeping wings of her massive lats. Her thick pecs trembled as they strained, causing her pert GG cups to quiver.

Despite their ample size, her breasts were so pert, and the shelf of pectoral muscle beneath them so thick that her shredded, cobblestone abs and tight, sculpted obliques were barely obscured. The taper of her massive chest down to her tight, feminine waist drew the eye down to her crotch. The lower edge her sculpted obliques drew a line directly to her visibly flexing lips, barely obscured by the tight scarlet material of her dripping wet posing suit.

The thick swells of her powerful glutes peaked out from behind her feminine hips. Sinking into the pose another inch, she let her massive thighs splay out a little wider, the colossal rippling masses of her gargantuan quads shuddering as she showed off the expanse of her inner thighs.

She loved the feeling of her body throbbing with tension and power, the thickness and density of the muscles wrapped around her, the firmness of her massive breasts. She had to constantly remind herself not to get too excited, despite the hungering lust throbbing through her powerful core. 'Just don't get over excited... save that for Dan later!' she mused, giggling softly to herself, even as errant drop cascaded down deep inside her, endorphins thundering through her flesh.

Alice was done no favours by being stood next to Kelly, her massive physique lessened by the direct comparison. No matter how hard she flexed, the only part of Alice's body similar in size was her waist, magnificent beneath the thin, figure hugging layer of fat she'd been unable to shift, but still detracting from her hourglass shape by comparison. Alice found herself blushing, a little embarrassed, willing the contest to finish so she could get off stage.

The cheering of the crowd almost drowned out the next announcements, the contestants gasping for breath as they dropped their ab & thigh poses. The stage was by now coated in a shower of sweat from the women, their rippling frames straining to keep cool from the efforts of their hulking muscles.

For many, the final pose came too quickly, their bodies still recovering from their immense efforts. "Front double biceps!" the crowd whooped and cheered as the contestants moved into pose.

Throwing up her massive arms, Suzanne felt a shudder of pleasure ripple across her chest, feeling her biceps peak outrageously tall. The exquisite level of shred made her muscles pop like never before, the level of definition on display deeply arousing her. Her jutting traps nestling against her ears, crushing against her hulking shoulders, the feeling of power seemed to draw her thick chest up, drawing her to her full height, helping her tower over the women around her.

Determined not to be outdone, Michelle threw herself into the pose, relying on her sheer mass to outclass Suzanne. As if trying to match Suzanne's height, her calves peaked, her shuddering quads opening wide as she stretched her massive chest up.

The erotic pressure building within her core, Michelle cinched her waist to curtail the cresting euphoria, a long, shuddering moan mirroring her effort. Dianne scowled beside her once more, wondering how many more times she'd be subjected to Michelle's indecent behaviour. The shimmering of the sequins attached to Michelle's posing suit bottoms vibrating around her unique musculature further irritated Dianne, her disdain fuelling her flexing as she sought to impress the judges.

Pushing to have her massive arms noticed, Natalia lost concentration for a second and stumbled half a pace backward, snarling at herself for her lapse in focus. By the time she had recovered, the sound system chimed once again, signalling the end of the eight mandatory poses.

"Rest! Thank you ladies!" the announcer called, his voice booming across the auditorium. Several women staggered in place, their shredded physiques glowing, sweating profusely as they tried to catch their breath.

"Ladies and gentlemen, there will now be a two minute rest while the judges tally their scores. Then we'll have the final two minute free pose session where these incredible athletes will get to run through their own routines, giving their all to snap up every last point to add to their scores! Watch that countdown and don't go anywhere!"

Tense music started playing, a heartbeat rhythm drumming up tension as the timer over the top of the stage ticked down. The ladies fidgeted as they tried to keep themselves pumped, arms curling and flexing as they bobbed up and down.

The bodybuilders glanced up and down the line as if assessing each others condition, trying to assess how much each had left, how exhausted they were, trying to psyche each other out. All apart from Kelly, who was somewhat oblivious, still giddy from the excitement of simply being on stage.

Running through her routine in her mind, Kelly closed her eyes, listening out for the crowd and the timer, but envisioning her body moving through her poses. She couldn't feel Alice's curious gaze flicking over at her, focussed on herself, her body and nothing more.

Wolf whistles and cheers still washed over the contestants drowning out the ticking of the timer. Kelly glanced over to check the timer but caught Alice's gaze instead. Alice's heart skipped a beat before Kelly flashed her a warm, dazzling smile.

Before she understood her own reaction, Alice was cresting a tumultuous orgasm, the friendly, genuine smile piercing into her soul, catching her utterly off guard. She sat down on her ankles, her hands firmly on her knees. 

"Nanna's liver and onions... Nanna's liver and onions..." Alice mumbled, forcing herself to think about her grandmother's awful cooking in a desperate attempt to distract herself and stop herself from tumbling over the edge.

A steward darted on from the side of the stage to help, but was held sternly at bay as Alice threw up a hand. Patting her stomach, she then held her hand flat, wobbling it from side to side as if to suggest some sort of stomach issue that would pass.

The momentary distraction was enough though, her libido calmed somewhat. Taking a few deep breaths, Alice was determined not to look at Kelly for the rest of the posing. She defiantly stood back up, recalling her usual confident demeanour. With a firm push of her hand into the air, she ushered the steward away, giving him a determined thumbs up to signal she was fine.

With the crowd now counting aloud from twenty, the contestants seemed to become more animated, readying themselves for their final efforts. The music rose towards a crescendo as the announcer's voice boomed back across the exhibition hall.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the final two minute free posing display starts in... THREE..." the crowd roared with him "TWO..." the ladies pushed their chests out in anticipation, "ONE..." muscles flexed and bulged, ready to launch into their practised routines. "GO!" A klaxon blared, unleashing the women's routines.

The line exploded with activity as the ladies threw their efforts into posing. Graceful flourishes of rippling limbs shuddering with power twirled around, tanned, shredded, vascular flesh bulged and throbbed, flexing erotically as the competitors gasped and panted. Erotic moans of exertion were drowned out beneath the whooping crowd, the air itself seeming to glisten as sweat poured down their frames, sprays of mist showering off from defined, hulking, flexing muscles.

Kelly followed her routine to the letter, not a single wobble in her form. She looked like a seasoned competitor, exquisitely conditioned on the end in her eye-catching attire. Her sensual, powerful routine would earn her a great many fans in the throngs of the audience, not that she noticed with her mind entirely directed at keeping her rippling muscles flexing and her shuddering loins in check.

Suzanne felt a little more exhausted than she was expecting, but none the less put on a stunning, graceful and powerful display. Her suit bottoms edged slowly down her hips as she moved, the straps of her top popping softly as her massive chest bulged and flexed. Her gargantuan, sculpted muscles peaked with every graceful movement and pose, seducing attention with her sultry performance, defined muscles, voluptuous bust and divine beauty. Even as sweat poured down her titanic frame and juices trickled down inside her, her performance was utterly flawless.

Catching sight of Suzanne, Natalia wobbled as she eyed Suzanne's hulking quads for a moment too long, breaking her concentration as she worried about on her own imbalances. She was angry with herself for the number of errors she'd made over the course of the finals and threw her efforts into flexing her muscles so hard that by the end of the display she barely had the energy left to stand.

Michelle's performance was was filled with powerful, explosive movements, her limbs whipping into position for her poses, her colossal musculature snapping to attention, every flex a display of overwhelming power. She had to keep her pussy cinched tight to keep it under control, throwing everything she had into her display. Her colossal muscles only seemed to swell and grow more defined as she rode her growing euphoria, her moans of pleasure shuddering through her beaming smile.

Dianne caught more than a few gentle sprays of Michelle's sweat. She was shocked that Michelle could flex so forcefully that liquid could shower off Michelle's hulking muscles as they exploded to unreal fullness. Dianne's measured display was crisp and precise, but lacked the sheer mass and size of Michelle's display. Overshadowed by Michelle, Dianne could barely maintain her smile as Michelle's carnal moans washed over her, building her frustration no end.

"REST! Ladies and gentlemen please give our incredible contestants a huge round of applause, they've earned it!" The crowd screamed and cheered, whooping their appreciation. "Women's super-heavyweight division, please retire back stage while the final scores are tallied."

Relief washed over the contestants, exhausted shoulders slumping after so much exertion. Colossal muscles trembled with lactic acid, their powerful frames finally allowed some respite. The ladies waved and smiled at the crowd as they begin to file off, blowing kisses to their fans.

Michelle's pussy throbbed angrily, yearning for Michelle to finish her off, unleashing what felt like an ocean of her juices. Her top too was straining, a number of sequins seemingly having popped off her chest due to the massive strain on the fabric beneath.

Suzanne finally realised that her top was hanging on by threads, a gap between strap and cup discovered as she went to adjust her attire around her heaving chest. She giggled, but refused to stop flexing in rest pose. If it snapped, it snapped. Another indication of her muscular magnificence.

Kelly's core thrummed with energy, her boundless excitement leaving her ready to do it all again. She would have launched into another routine given the opportunity, so elated to have made it to the super-heavyweight division in just two short years. As the women filed off, Kelly again brought up the rear, tears welling in her eyes as she followed an uncertain Alice off the far side of the stage.



Moments later, the pump room was again a hive of activity as the women peeled off from the orderly line and rendezvoused with their respective support teams. Kelly carefully wiped the tears from her eyes, trying not to smear her mascara as she looked for Dan amid the chaos.

Spotting him in a corner, she jogged over to him, scarcely able to stop herself from throwing her arms around him and risking smearing tan and oil all over him. He held out his hands and she firmly took hold of his forearms, passionately planting her lips on his and kissing him deeply.

After long seconds, their tongues tenderly caressing, Kelly stopped to breathe. Giggling, Dan asked simply; "You okay?"

Estelle appeared, tissues in hand For Kelly to dab away her tears, mascara in her other hand for when Kelly was ready.

Kelly was still overwhelmed, elated beyond words to have been on the biggest stage in the business. "Never better!" she replied, tears still welling in her eyes, her massive chest stuttering as she tried to calm herself down.

Michelle appeared at Kelly's side, giving her a warm, encouraging squeeze of Kelly's arm. "How was it?" the auburn haired goddess asked.

Kelly laughed mischievously. "I've never had so much fun with clothes on before!" she replied, grinning wickedly.

Michelle laughed, squeezing Kelly's arm again. "Oh, Suze is gonna check in, but her top burst as she rounded the corner coming back stage, she's in one of the changing rooms swapping her top." she turned, ready to go back to her own team for last touch ups. "But, only a few minutes before we're back on stage for the presentations, so don't take too long to fix your mascara. It won't do to have all the photos post presentation with your make up all smudged!" she replied with a smile.

As she was about to walk away, Michelle caught Dianne's gaze, looking at Michelle's body with clear disgust. Dianne was shaking her head as she glared at Michelle, only stopping when she realised Michelle had seen her.

Michelle took a moment to compose herself before she walked over to stand by Dianne. Dianne's support team quickly shrank back from the two titanic women. "Well that was quite a look... something on your mind?" Michelle asked, her hands on her hips, legs wide, quite deliberately leaving her camel toe on display.

Dianne grit her teeth, barely able to bring her eyes to glance at Michelle's pussy this close. She finally turned back to face Michelle, staring hard into her hazel eyes. "I don't know what you're doing, or how you're getting it past the tests, but the Flexpo has always been a level playing field, everyone natural, everything fair."

Michelle folded her massive arms, as much as was possible for a woman of her immense bust and musculature, and stepped closer. "How long have we known each other?" she replied, her tone edged with tension, but low and controlled. "Six years?" she shifted her weight, maintaining eye contact with Dianne. "Do you honestly think I'm using some sort of performance enhancing drug?"

Dianne glared back, expecting Michelle to show some sort of tell. For a full twenty seconds, Dianne fixed Michelle with a withering stare... but Michelle exuded nothing but confidence. Dianne eventually looked away, feeling somewhat guilty. She seethed quietly, before looking back at Michelle. "No woman's parts are... that muscular! No ones! It's not natural!" she hissed accusingly.

With a smile, Michelle replied calmly, "And fifty years ago-" she caressed one of Dianne's biceps with her thumb, "-how many women had biceps even half this big? I mean, what are these gorgeous arms up to, twenty seven inches?"

Dianne's glare slowly turned into a deep blush. "Yeah..." she admitted after an uncomfortable pause.

"So, because no one used to be this big, you must be using. You know, 'cause it's- not natural! right?" Michelle asked evenly.

Dianne seethed, her shoulders flaring, but Michelle interrupted any further accusation from Dianne by flipping her hands up.

"I know you don't use. I saw that documentary on doping you did years back, how the health issues affected people around you, all your work on helping people get clean. It's part of the reason I wanted to get to know you when I started. I knew where I stood, that you were clean, natural. Beauty, brains and determination." Michelle watched Dianne's blush deepen further. "Have I ever given you reason to think I've ever taken any kind of steroid?"

Dianne squirmed, wanting to argue. "No." she sighed. "But I know how hard I train, how long I train, how good my genes are, how disciplined I am, and, you're not just a little bigger than everyone el-... well, Suzanne seems to be catching up... as does her..." She paused, Michelle simply smiling confidently. "But why the heck is your-" she stopped abruptly, her voice dropping to a whisper, "business- all bulging like that? There's no way just hard work is all that separates your physique from mine!"

"So you wanna know my secret?" Michelle cooed, straining to keep herself from giggling at this point, feeling Dianne squirm before her. She appraised Dianne, looking at the small gold cross around her neck, musing how important her faith was and how she'd take the news. "Alright. Just remind me, you're still monogamous, right?"

Dianne scowled, "What kind of question is that?" she demanded, lurching towards Michelle's face and glaring into Michelle's eyes. "I'm not into women!"

"Not what I was asking. Are you and your John still monogamous?" Michelle queried again calmly.

"Of course we are!" Dianne hissed.

"Thank you. That's fine. So, assuming you've got nothing else planned, you and he are coming back to my place after the Flexpo finishes."

"What? Wh- I-..." Dianne sputtered, confused.

Michelle leaned in close: "If you wanna know how I do it, you and John are coming over for a training session. Unless-" she grabbed her pony tail with both hands, teasing her it a little tighter, taking her time and flexing her arms. "-you're not interested in building your arms as big as mine... 32 inches by the way..." she breathed teasingly.

Bringing her arms back down she added; "Oh, and it's going to get a lot weirder, but I'm sure the two of you are comfortable enough in your birthday suits." Dianne's eyes shot wide. "Just to make sure you're both forewarned."

Dianne stared, deeply confused, her eyes flicking between Michelle's face and body, conflicted for several seconds. "Alright fine... I'll talk to John."

"Good. I'll send you my address, it's only a fifteen minute drive. Grab something to eat and then come over. See you a couple of hours after the show?"

Dianne looked back suspiciously at Michelle before finally agreeing. "Alright."



Several minutes ticked by while the judges made their deliberations and compared notes, the super-heavyweights seeing to their makeup and outfits, changing or touching up where needed. There was an odd atmosphere, a lot of glum faces where in past years there had been eagerness and tension. Now, much of the pump room seemed to be resigned to lower places in the rankings. It seemed the rest of the contestants had also come to the conclusion that first and second would only be going Suzanne or Michelle.

After what seemed an eternity, the stewards called the contestants to line back up to return to the stage, the deliberations now complete. Most of the competitors were still pumped to some degree, the entire line looking rested after having taken on extra fluids.

The announcer's voice again boomed across the sound system, filtering easily through the stage doors. "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome back the women's super-heavyweight finalists for the awards ceremony!"

Striding out to great fanfare, the women were greeted with more applause, screaming cheers and whoops from the adoring crowd. Many of the women took the opportunity to show off playful flexes or wave as they paced back to their places, all of them moving into rest pose and smiling out for the crowd and the photographers.

"And now, we'll hand over to the lead judge, Johan Wolfgang!" The announcer introduced Johan as he stepped out onto the stage, microphone in hand.

"Hello! Are they not magnificent!" Johan called excitedly into the microphone. The crowd responded with a zealous cheer, punctuated with screams and more wolf-whistling. Johan continued, his German accent softened by years of travel. "First of all, I must congratulate all of our wonderful contestants for the magnificent display they have given us, please give them a huge round of applause!" The crowd obliged with raucous abandon.

"For the fifth year running, the average score has gone up as has the number of magnificent contestants in the most exciting division in bodybuilding today! Nineteen competitors setting new records and reaching new pinnacles in women's bodybuilding. But now, the scores are in, and it is my great pleasure to introduce to you, our top three placed competitors!"

The crowd whooped in anticipation as two stewards walked on stage with flowers and the third place trophy. The contestants seemed to stiffen, as if by spreading their chests they could will a few extra points to their scores and be called up to collect the prize.

"It is my pleasure to announce that third place goes to..." The pause hung in the air. Hearts were in mouths for everyone in the room. Even Michelle and Suzanne were nervous, the possibility of some unnoticed penalty reducing their scores keeping them as tense as everyone else.

Johan swung his knowing grin along the line and then back to the audience, milking the moment for all it was worth. "Number seven, Denise Summers!" he exclaimed excitedly.

The crowd cheered as short stack Denise fell to her knees in shock. Her hands clasping over her mouth in disbelief, she stared straining to stop herself bursting into tears. After several seconds, she clambered back to her feet and bounced over to shake Johan's hand.

Her dyed pink and purple hair bounced atop her broad shoulders, her curled locks now free after being tied up for the posing. At five feet four inches tall and a weight of 335 pounds she was one of the best conditioned women on the stage. Tears streamed down her face, finally having managed to take a podium place in what was expected to be her last year competing.

She trembled away from Johan to accept her trophy and flowers from the stewards, placing them down on the stage before giving a huge flex to the crowd. Throwing her massive arms up, she showed off her 26.5 inch arms, her thick muscles bulging from her short limbs. Her chest trembled as she choked back tears of joy, her E cup breasts jiggling from their perch on her 64 inch chest.

At length, she finally picked her trophy and flowers back up, standing to one side as the stewards ushered her to the third place spot. More stewards filed on with the second place prizes and Johan began to work the crowd once more.

"Fabulous! Very well done Denise! But, the show must go on! It is my pleasure to announce that second place goes to..." The crowd again fell to an excited hush, no sounds above a whisper could be heard. All eyes seemed drawn to Suzanne and Michelle in the centre of the stage, the expectation that only they could win.

Again, Johan looked back at the contestants, drawing out the pause as long as he dared.

"Number two, Suzanne Williams!"

The audience erupted, cheering and applauding as Suzanne stepped eagerly forward, her smile with a wistful twist as she strode across the stage to shake Johan's hand. Her good nature shone through, as while she'd hoped her conditioning would give her the edge over Michelle, she knew it was going to be close, especially with Michelle still holding the size advantage.

She kissed Johan's cheek, shaking his hand warmly and then collected her trophy and flowers. Setting them down, she shot the crowd a quick double biceps before swinging her arms down into a playful most muscular pose. She even took a few seconds to wobble her massive 50 inch thighs around before snapping them back to full flex, confidently showing off her unreal, shredded physique for the adoring masses.

She turned to still sobbing Denise and gave her a tender hug, congratulating her on her third place achievement, and giving her a kiss on the cheek too. Denise couldn't hear a word Suzanne said beneath the roar of the crowd, but gratefully hugged Suzanne back.

Michelle's heart pounded, her only worry being that she had done something to be disqualified. She expected to be proclaimed winner, but she wouldn't celebrate too early. As Suzanne stepped into the second place spot, the last of the stewards brought on the first place trophy and flowers.

"Suzanne Williams everyone!" Johan waited for the crowd to calm down, though this time it stayed at a loud chatter, the whole crowd seeming to know that Michelle would be crowned the winner for the third year in a row. "And now, the moment you've all been waiting for. It's time for me to announce the winner of this years Pro-Flexpo women's super-heavyweight division..."

The crowd hollered, Michelle's name being called out by most, with a few other names optimistically sprinkled in. "The winner is... number one, Michelle Cole!"

Michelle finally let herself smile fully, a wave of elation and relief washing through her body. She strode towards Johan, waving and smiling to the crowd, her smile beaming across the audience. She shook his hands enthusiastically as she thanked him, refraining from picking the ageing gentleman up, before sultrily stepping over to collect her trophy and flowers. She picked them and held them aloft, the crowd giving her an enormous roar of appreciation.

Placing them down, she indulged in a massive lat spread, exciting the crowd to fever pitch. Her 455 pound frame had never felt so big, so powerful or so sexy. Shifting her hips back and forth, she played her gargantuan quads around, refraining from flexing her pussy so overtly. Her breasts were enough raw sexuality to display, her swollen I cups bouncing up several inches as she flexed the thick slabs of her massive pecs intensely. The size of her dense 32 inch arms splayed wide from her massive 71.5 inch chest gave her body a thickness that would defy belief if not seen in person.

After soaking in the cheering crowd, she turned to Denise and threw her arms around the shorter woman, heartily congratulating her on the best result of her life. Then turning to Suzanne, they embraced each other, kissing each other's cheeks.

"Next year!" Suzanne said, grinning mischievously as their eyes met.

Michelle laughed. "Oh you can try!" she retorted playfully.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please congratulate all of our amazing competitors today!" Johan's voice boomed out over the sound system. The crowd roared again, the leading three linking hands and raising their arms, drinking in the crowd's adoration.

After a few seconds more, the leading three began posing as the photographers in the pit by the stage began taking photographs. Flexing for the cheering crowds, their massive physiques bulging, flaunting their hard, powerful muscles. Suzanne and Michelle breaking down with laughter, they turned back to the rest of the competitors and invited them to join them at the front of the stage for a little impromptu posing, giving all of them the opportunity to pose for the gaggle of photographers grouped by the stage.

For the next few minutes, the contestants stood at the front of the stage, playfully flexing and posing for the onlooking crowd and the photographers. Most of them eager to make the cover of magazines, hitting a pose that might go viral, anything to raise their profiles and perhaps attract a new sponsor. Kelly was simply thrilled to be on stage. Less rehearsed, they flexed and teased, playfully embracing each other, the occasional kiss or squeeze as they courted the attention of the press pool.

Michelle's core was aching, her loins hungry to release the pent up tension that she had built over the course of the finals. Her chat with Dianne in the break had prevented her from relieving some tension back stage, leaving her pussy swollen with lust and slick with her juices. There was only so long she would be able to control herself, especially with Suzanne and more than a dozen of the most muscular women on the planet around her.

The muscles bulging and rippling under the bright lights around her, the breasts heaving in tiny posing suits, the tender squeezes and caresses, beaming smiles, breathy giggles. To one side, Dianne kept shooting her glances, looking her hulking physique up and down. On her other side, she had Suzanne pressed against her, the Valkyrie's warm, powerful arm comfortingly wrapped around her shredded lower back. Michelle felt her chest swell, her pussy shudder with desire, having to tense up to stop herself from erupting on stage once again.

Her nipples stabbing into her pink top, she turned to Suzanne, a deep, lusting hunger in her eyes. "I think I'm about done. Ready to go backstage?" she asked, her voice quivering beneath the sounds of the jubilant crowd.

Suzanne sensed Michelle's eagerness and tension and gave her a loving smile. Turning to the crowd, she kissed her hands and blew wide kisses to encompass the onlookers, waving goodbye as she began to step back from the stage's edge. Suzanne too was feeling frisky, the contest leaving her erotically charged. "Ready!" she cooed, ready to leave with Michelle.

Michelle gave Dianne a meaningful look before walking away with Suzanne and disappearing back off stage, her mind racing at the thought of how Dianne and her husband John would take to their... introductory session.

Handing off their trophies and flowers to their support teams, Michelle turned to Suzanne and took her aside. "So, I had a word with Dianne about, uh... well, you've probably noticed the looks our pussies have been getting today." Suzanne gave a subtle, sly smile, nodding for Michelle to continue. "Well, I decided I'd let her in on the secret and uh... invited her and John over after the show." She paused, trying to gauge Suzanne's reaction.

"Really?" Suzanne said, taken aback. "Wait, did she know what she was agreeing to?"

Blushing profusely, Michelle continued softly, "Uh, only that she and John are coming over for some training and that I expected they would be comfortable in their birthday suits..."

Suzanne giggled, caressing Michelle's arm. "And John was okay with that?"

"Uh, I don't know if she's asked him yet, I haven't seen him in the pump room... but, I felt Dianne's frustration, and she does work hard." Caressing Suzanne's arm back, her gaze lusting over Suzanne's divine body, she continued, "And I want the very best competition to keep me pushing myself!"

As if on cue, Kelly appeared, dragging Dan in tow over to Michelle and Suzanne. Panting heavily, coated in a sheen of sweat, her bright red posing suit looking ready to burst from around her chiselled, rippling frame, Kelly greeted them both. "Congratulations you two!" She kissed them both quickly before continuing, "I'm about to explode so Dan and I are going home to fuck each other's brains out, see you soon!" she said, barely waiting for their responses as she hauled Dan off to collect their things.

"Congrats!" Dan called in passing, zipping off behind Kelly.

The pair laughed before returning their attention to each other. "So, when are Dianne and John coming over?" Suzanne asked eagerly.

"Uh, just, after they've eaten. Hour or two I'd guess?" Michelle mused aloud.

Suzanne stepped closer, pressing herself bodily against Michelle, their breasts squeezing sensuously together. "So, no time for us before hand?" she cooed, her sultry voice washing over Michelle.

Michelle shuddered bodily, her pussy on the cusp again. "You are such a tease!" She pecked a kiss on Suzanne's lips. "Probably not, but I'm gonna make you pay for getting me worked up when I'm on the cusp like this." She took a deep breath, swelling her massive chest, heaving her bulging shoulders up, her traps jutting thicker as she tensed. "Gonna make you pay over, and over, and over..." she said, a wicked, playful grin on her face as she peeled away to her team to collect her things. "See you at home!" she called, waving her wide hips as Suzanne watched her leave.

"Well, this'll be interesting." Suzanne mused.

[RobDubya]

Dan & Kelly Part 13

This chapter follows on an hour after after part 12.

If you enjoy the story (or even if you don't), I'd love to hear your feedback on what you liked and what you didn't.

All the best,

Devverus.


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The keys rattling out of the lock, Kelly eagerly paced in through the mansion's front door, panting and moaning. Quickly jabbing the code in to deactivate the burglar alarm, she tossed her keys to the desk in the hall.

Dan followed in behind, swinging Kelly's bag through and closing the door behind himself. He was absolutely thrilled for Kelly, her debut in the super-heavyweight division after just under two years of bodybuilding and she had come ninth in a field of nineteen. Amazing, incredible, astonishing! Just like Kelly...

Kelly turned, trembling with desire and energy. "Stop." she whispered, locking her deep brown eyes on Dan, she peeled down the zip of her tracksuit. He gently swung the holdall down, sliding it over to rest by the desk, his attention firmly on his lover. Slowly, she peeled her tracksuit down over her hulking shoulders and rippling arms, letting the jacket fall to the floor.

She was still squeezed into her bright red posing suit, her breasts barely contained by the tight, fitted garment, straining around her heaving chest. She sensuously ran her hands up her shredded abs, her body tense, moaning softly as she caressed her waist. "So strong..." Her hands smoothed up and fondled her breasts, her gaze locked onto Dan's eyes as she bit her plump lower lip. "So firm..."

Dan could feel his pulse quicken as she teased him. He shifted his hips as he began to swell for her, trying to ease the tension straining the seams of his jeans.

Slipping her thumbs into the hem of her tracksuit bottoms, she began teasing the waistband lower, easing them down over her wide hips to reveal her skimpy posing suit bottoms. Cooing softly, she had to massage the waistband down almost to her knees to get the pants to slip down. Even then, she had to wiggle her thighs, squeezing her knees together to get her tracksuit bottoms to slip down to the floor past the jutting swells of her sculpted calves.

Stepping out of her trainers and trousers, she caressed the massive swells of her hulking quads as she stood up. "So muscular..." She kicked the pile of clothes to one side, massaging her bulging arms and thick chest sensuously. "So sexy..."

With a wicked grin, she began posing for him. Shifting side on, she curled one arm and clasped her other hand on her wrist. Her throbbing biceps juddered with power, framed between her globular deltoid, her jutting triceps, her rippling forearm and her voluptuous breast. Her hips wiggled as she sat into the pose, one leg extending to flex her gargantuan quads as the other leg bent beneath her.

Revelling in the side chest pose, a sultry, teasing smile on her divine features, she whipped her hair from in front of her face. Her body trembling with desire, her nipples hard and peaked, her flexing pussy shuddered, dribbling with desire. "The biggest I've ever been..." she cooed, switching from a side chest to a lat spread. "The most shredded I've..." her body almost seemed to convulse, "oh fuck..." she whimpered.

Determined to keep her posing suit as a memento, she whipped off her remaining clothes and flung them to one side before throwing herself into an ab and thigh pose. With a mighty roar, her body still charged from the excitement of the stage, her powerful, muscular cunt erupted, dousing her legs and the floor in a shower of hot, silken fluids.

Dan paced slowly closer, taking in the majestic sight of Kelly's physique, his smile beaming with pride.

"I want you in the shower." Kelly moaned, refusing to relax from the pose. "Right now! While I still have some energy left." With precise control, Kelly made her cunt yawn wide open for him. "Fill me!" she demanded breathily.

With practised ease, Dan stripped his t-shirt, jeans and underwear off, stepping smoothly out of his trainers. His 14.5 inch cock sprang forth as he slipped his boxers over his throbbing tip. In a controlled motion, he dropped his hips a few inches, lining his throbbing member up with her, and plunged his shaft inside her, lifting her off her feet and resting her huge, muscular body on his hips. She whimpered, throwing her hulking limbs around his shoulders and hips, her muscles convulsing and squeezing erotically around him.

"My pleasure!" he replied finally, his hands massaging her back as she squeezed him tightly, cocooning him in her hulking musculature and squashing her swollen breasts against his firm chest.

Striding through the massive gym and into the walk in shower, he deeply enjoyed the sensation of Kelly's hulking cunt flexing and sucking around him, almost as much as she was enjoying him. Walking into the wet room, the soft smell of body floral washes and fruity shampoos washed over them both, his feet gently patting over the warm, mosaic-tiled floor.

As he reached for the tap, she gently stayed his wrist, squirming sensually atop him. "Let me... I've got the touch." she said with a mischievous grin. Heaving her breasts against his firm chest, her core flexing and squeezing around his rigid, throbbing enormity, she reached out her hulking arm.

Playing her fingers over the tap, her breath fluttering in and out, she grinned at Dan, whispering. "Tell me, is the water..." she tensed bodily, her cunt flexing tightly around his throbbing cock, before shuddering with pleasure, drenching their hips in her juices. "- warm enough?" she moaned, gently nibbling at his neck as her rippling, muscular body convulsed around him.

Her warm fluids spurting out against his lower abs and pouring down his legs, he squeezed her huge, shredded glutes, pulling her hips tighter against himself. "Perfect," he replied softly.

Caught between a giggle and a whimper, she spun the tap on, water bursting forth from the multiple shower heads. She spotted the shower bench and reached out her thick, bulging leg to expertly hook a toe under one end. With a controlled extension of her leg, her quads rippling erotically, she flicked the bench deftly around into the pouring water.





Unwrapping her legs from around Dan's waist, Kelly reached her feet to the floor and waddled back, leading him by his cock. Her hands guiding his around the gargantuan muscles of her upper body, she eased him into position by the side of the bench. They both swung a leg over to sit in the middle of it, hot water cascading over their bodies. Kelly sat on Dans hips, squirming and gasping as her hulking muscle cunt flexed and sucked Dan's enormous member. Careening towards orgasm again, she lifted her arms and presented him with a massive double biceps, moaning, gazing lustily into his eyes.

She didn't have to speak for Dan to know she was in the mood to be worshipped. He immediately began to kiss and massage her body, dutifully and enthusiastically caressing her throbbing, flexing muscles. Her body began to pump up once more, the veins across her shredded muscles swelling, the definition of her rippling flesh increasing to insane levels.

Her breasts heaved and bounce as she frantically fucked, her hips driving his cock powerfully inside her. Dan, his balls aching from hours spent with Kelly and the rest of the super-heavyweights, had to work hard himself. Forcing as much blood into his cock as he could to further swell his raging erection, he worked his hips beneath her, stimulating her cunt as it flexed and sucked and squeezed and gushed powerfully around him.

His gargantuan member, utterly filling her, hard enough for her powerful pussy to flex without contorting in the slightest, stimulated her internal muscles deeply. His throbbing, veiny cock plunged deep inside her, driven in and out like a piston by her frenzied fucking. Even as she fucked, she threw her massive muscles into erotic poses, double biceps, lat spread, ab and thigh, each peaking her shredded muscles outrageously as pleasure and power thundered through her flesh.

For several minutes Kelly's moans were a frenzied cacophony, climbing and falling in pitch and volume, her thick, muscular pussy gushing almost non-stop. The warm water cascading over their bodies only heightened their pleasure, lubricating every inch of their skin.

Following a phenomenally intense orgasm, Kelly pushed Dan flat onto his back and began grinding her hips back and forth atop him. Leaning forward, she was caressing herself now, adding to the pleasurable massaging of Dan's powerful digits as she fucked him dominantly. The size and power of her enormous muscles, the feeling of strength thundering through her flesh was all consuming.

The striated boulders of her biceps, her thick, jutting triceps, the hulking globes of her deltoids, her bull-thick neck and traps, the thick pillows of her striated pectorals sat beneath her pert, swollen breasts, her wide, sweeping lats, her shredded abs and obliques, her monstrous butterfly glutes, the hulking, striated mass of her gargantuan quads and hamstrings, her diamond hard calves, her tight, powerful pussy... she was eroticism personified.

Her pussy was by now outrageously pumped, flexing around Dan harder than he'd ever felt Kelly squeeze. Straining to control himself, Dan wondered how much longer it would be before Kelly's magnificent pussy matched Michelle's... or even surpassed it. With a smile, Dan mused that it could be months rather than years given the rate Kelly was growing.

Kelly's orgasmic roars grew louder and more primal, her hot juices spurting out forcefully from her lips. Still coming, she gripped his cock in her pussy and stood up, reaching around Dan's side to grab hold of the bench and slide it back across the room. Dan held himself rigid, his entire bodyweight held through his cock, he placed his hands flat against his hips and grinned up at Kelly.

She grinned back and lowered her hips, sinking into a wide squat. Letting his toned ass touch the floor to gauge the distance available, she heaved her hips back up, powering her legs straight as she swung Dan almost like a kettle bell.

His near 300 pound weight strained Kelly's mighty cunt, but her thick, muscular sheath gripped his monstrous member tight, letting her lower him back down as smoothly as her still spurting pussy would allow. In an instant, she was repping his bodyweight, powering out squats as she roared with pleasure and satisfaction.

Dan struggled to stop himself from coming as he felt the raw power of her body, gazing at the angelic beauty of her features. The sheer carnal lure of her full, heaving breasts and the utterly exquisite flexing and massaging of a pussy so tight and muscular that it could lift up his 6'1, 300 pound frame was difficult to resist. Were he not so determined to pleasure her he would have erupted then and there.

Her carnal screams grew louder as she squatted, fucking him as she flexed and massaged herself. Dan gasped and strained, concentrating on the count to stop his balls emptying into her.

Finally, almost eighty reps in, her screams reached a crescendo. She grabbed his ass and fell to her knees, pinning his hips to the floor as she began to fuck furiously. 335 pounds of goddess fucking and flexing, warm water raining down on their flesh, Kelly's muscles pumped to mind blowing fullness, she roared simply one word: "COME!"

Dan couldn't hold back any longer. In an instant, his cock thundered inside her, his come adding to the torrent of fluid gushing from Kelly's hulking, flexing pussy. Their limbs wrapped around each other's chests, they roared in unison with unfathomable pleasure.

After a minute, they began to quiet down, gasping for breath in the pouring water. As Dan began to kiss across the top of Kelly's pecs, she stretched her arms out, planting her hands on the floor, enjoying his tender affections. She moaned softly, his cock still completely rigid inside her as he worshipped her throbbing muscles.

As his hands began to knead at her lats and waist, she leaned back and gripped her cunt around his member again. One last, controlled squat and she lifted him up to his feet, moaning breathily. On her toes, she slipped her massive, rippling arms around his head and kissed him passionately. Their tongues danced between their lips, soft and sensuous, before Kelly at last leaned back, exhausted.

Her hands slipped around his hips as she eased her still trembling pussy from around his gargantuan member. The feeling of his veiny shaft and throbbing tip sliding down inside her sent her to the brink. She carefully slipped his cock out, riding the cusp of another orgasm as she fought to stay in control. Her exhausted pussy shuddered, the thick sheath of sensuous muscle trembling through her core.

'Wait, why am I stopping myself?' she thought. She chuckled, lowering her head. A moment later, she pressed her fists into her hips and swung out her elbows, her muscles exploding in size as she threw herself into a massive lat spread.

"Aftershock!" she moaned as a final orgasm burst through her loins.

Dan could feel the torrent of fluid spurting from her lips over the water from the shower. After she stopped, her head back as she finally began to rest, he stepped closer, slipping an arm into the small of her back, his other hand gently massaging her exhausted pussy.

She cooed softly, resting against him. Enjoying his attentions, Kelly rolled her head across his shoulder and gazed lovingly up at him. He giggled, but straightened as her hand began to caress his still throbbing shaft. "Join me in the kitchen? I need feeding before I go to bed!"

She stretched up and pressed a soft kiss into his neck before sliding around him, slinking away to toward the door. She grabbed a bunch of towels from a pile of fresh laundry and began to wrap them around her hips, chest and hair, sultrily looking over her shoulder as she paced away to the kitchen.

Watching her walk away, his cock was still pulsing, stuck at full mast. Dan smiled broadly, chuckling to himself. "Alright, alright... down boy!" He joked to himself, working to rein in his throbbing erection. Switching the shower off and grabbing some towels for himself, he eagerly went to join her in the kitchen.


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Half an hour later, Michelle stood in the kitchen, a bag of frozen peas held tight against her panties. Her rampant, unsatisfied libido had complained the whole way home, her loins hungry for something thick and hard to swallow and squeeze. Now changed into comfortable joggers and a loose t-shirt, she sighed as she thought about the delays to relieving her carnal hunger.

Her phone buzzed on the kitchen island. Shifting the icy pack against her crotch, she picked up her phone to check the new message. She grinned as she read the message from Kelly upstairs, confirming that she and Dan had gone for a nap, but were open to a visit from the first and second seeds.

Michelle had to suppress the thrill of excitement that shot through her core at the thought of joining them. 'Have a great rest, you earned it! Suze and I will drop in soon. So proud of you! See you in a bit! xx' she replied, willing herself to be calm.

The front door rattled and Suzanne sauntered in to the foyer. Her holdall over her immense, jutting shoulder, she calmly paced across the hall and opened up the newest cabinet that had been installed. Suzanne placed her latest trophy in, the award joining her previous crowns, belts, medallions and cups now that she had finished moving her possessions in to Michelle's mansion.

Closing the cabinet, she turned and spied Michelle in the kitchen. Sauntering in through the gym, Suzanne slinked over to the kitchen island and placed her bag and flowers down. Michelle had tossed the partially thawed peas back into the freezer and was busy whipping up a blender full of protein shake. A glance over her shoulder and Suzanne smiled back at her adoringly.

"So, letting Dianne in on your special training secret huh? Still surprised she agreed to it. She's always been so prim and proper when I've spoken to her. Never swears, always 'please' and 'thank you'... I mean, half the time she brings the conversation round to church stuff when I talk to her."

"Oh, yeah, I just change topic again." Michelle shrugged. "She's a friend, and it does feel kinda bad knowing I'm only as far ahead as I am because of my workout technique. Or...  at least I assume it's that... who knows." She shook her head as if to clear the tangent from her train of thought. "I've seen her workouts and she really does push herself, so it'd be nice to help her reach her true potential."

"And you're not worried she'll out grow you?" Suzanne quipped, peeling open a banana.

Michelle threw up her arms and flexed, the enormous sleeves of her t-shirt slipping up from her bulging biceps as they shuddered to attention. "More competition just means more motivation to stay ahead, build this body even bigger!" She pecked a kiss on her arm before plucking the huge smoothie jug up. Michelle paced over to Suzanne and poured her a large glass of delicious, thick strawberry protein smoothie. Slipping her other arm around Suzanne she whispered, "The bigger and stronger the better!" she placed a soft kiss on Suzanne's cheek.

"Ah, here they come. You want me to let them in?" Suzanne asked. "Or would they prefer a more discrete training session?" Suzanne's voice dropped to a lusty whisper as she snuggled into Michelle's chest.

"Uh, not sure, but stick around. I'll go let them in. We'll see how discrete they want it." Michelle mused, biting her lip as she mused on how exactly the visit would go.

The auburn haired goddess put the jug down and walked briskly out of the kitchen, through the gym and into the foyer to open the front door. She waved at the approaching car as the Yorks pulled up in front of the house. After a few moments to secure their things, the couple stepped out and approached the front door.

Michelle greeted them both warmly, thrilled to see them and ushered Dianne and John into the house. "Suzanne and I are just having a quick bite to eat in the kitchen if you'd like to join us?" Both Dianne and John looked somewhat nervous.

"I guess that figures..." Dianne replied quietly. "And you do all your training here?" Dianne asked following Michelle into the gym.

"All of this training, yeah. But plenty of trips to the regular gym too. Trust me it'll all make sense."

Suzanne put her empty glass in the dishwasher, the contents greedily devoured, and greeted the pair with a smile. "Take a seat! I'm sure you've got a lot of questions."

"Uh... yeah, Dianne's been kinda cryptic about the whole thing..." John replied.

Suzanne had to stop herself from giggling. Seeing John so seemingly unsure was an odd juxtaposition. Here was a man, six foot three, tall, handsome, muscular, and yet he seemed so polite, almost shy. 'Perfect match for Dianne or just a little out of his depth?' Suzanne wondered. Seeing them holding hands, Suzanne felt a little burst of warmth for them.

"Can I get you anything to eat? Drink? You name it I've probably got it!" Michelle asked cheerily.

"Oh, we ate before we left. Gotta stick to our diets if we don't want to slip, you know? Stay on the straight and narrow." Dianne replied, clasping her hands together on the island counter as she sat on one of the stools.

Michelle could sense her discomfort, and realised that things were only going to get more awkward before they got better. "Well, alright... I'm going to be blunt, but just so you know, if at any point you're uncomfortable and you don't want to continue, that's fine. If you need a pause, or have any questions, just interrupt, ask, whatever you need, okay?"

Dianne's cheeks flushed hard as John tensed up, his square jaw clenching slightly as he fidgeted, puzzled.

"The work out technique is sexual in nature. I am going to talk you through it, and given that the gym is a private space, you can, if you wish, try out the techniques, with or without guidance from me and or Suzanne."

"I'm sorry, what now?" John remarked, his eyebrows shooting up, stunned by what he'd just heard. He looked at Dianne, expecting a forceful rebuttal, but saw Dianne's features flush redder as she blushed, grimacing, but staying still, determined to hear what Michelle was going to say.

"Would you like me to carry on?" Michelle asked, mostly to Dianne. Dianne nodded. "Dianne, you expressed concern at my pussy earlier-" Dianne visibly flinched as Michelle said the word pussy. "And I'll tell you again it's all about my training regime. No drugs or steroids or anything like that, just training."

John was looking particularly perplexed, his square jaw slack as he listened. Glancing back and forth between the ladies, he ran his hand over his shaven scalp, blinking in disbelief.

"When I work out at home, I use sexual release as a way to spike my adrenaline levels, meaning during the intense pleasure I can work my muscles harder. The theory is that simple." She paced around the table confidently, stopping at Suzanne's side. "And I've found that as I build my p-..." she paused, adjusting her choice of words, "business... growing it bigger and stronger, the pleasure and the adrenaline spike have grown too."

Dianne stared at Michelle, part disbelief, part accusation, part jealousy, but all determination. John's eyes flicked between the doorway and Dianne, expecting her to burst from the room at this seeming nonsense.

Michelle's dulcet tones were soft and calm, confident as she continued. "And just like you train your biceps by working them, increasing the strain on them week after week, progressively overloading them to grow them ever bigger, the same principal applies here too." Michelle tapped her crotch, gazing coolly at Dianne.

Suzanne stifled a giggle. "It really is that simple. I mean, the practical side of keeping good form while you're working out like that can get complicated depending on what exercise you're doing. I just wish I'd known sooner." She turned to look at Michelle. "If I'd been training with this technique for as long as you, I'd have beaten you hands down today!" she gave Michelle's hip a mischievous squeeze.

Michelle caressed her hand down Suzanne's hulking deltoid and over her huge, jutting triceps before turning her attention back to the couple. "Now I can talk you through a basic exercise, or guide the two of you through it in the next room, or-"

"You want us to get naked?" Dianne asked, her tone torn between incredulity and embarrassment.

Michelle paused and leaned against the island. "You two are the most beautiful married couple I've ever met. Your chosen profession involves oiling yourselves up and stepping out on stage almost naked to show off your bodies in front of thousands of screaming fans. I doubt very much that either of you have body confidence issues." she gave them a warm smile.

"But I wont ask you to do anything you're not a hundred percent comfortable with. Happy to just talk you through what's worked for me if that's what you'd prefer."

Dianne stared hard at the marble top of the island, weighing her desire to get bigger with her discomfort at the idea of some sort of sexual workout. John's hand flattened against her lower back and ran smoothly and supportively up and down her spine.

"And I'm not going to be interfering with anything between the two of you, I'm well aware of your commitment to each other. I talk, you listen, and if you want to try it out, with or without either of us to offer advice during, that's your call."

There was a pause while Dianne furiously pondered her choices. "Sweetheart?" John asked, placing his huge hand on Dianne's.

"Alright..." Dianne whispered back, tense with nerves.

"You sure?" John asked softly.

Dianne looked back into his eyes and saw his confusion and consternation. She looked back to Michelle. "Show him." Both Suzanne and Michelle raised their eyebrows in wide-eyed surprise. "No, not your business! Your arm!" Dianne squirmed hastily.

Michelle grinned, shaking her head. A second later she paced closer, tugging the hem of her sleeve up to rest between her hulking biceps and massive delt. She stood beside John before offering up an arm. Tightly curling her wrist toward her head, her biceps exploded, the hulking, striated mass throbbing with power. She held it there for him to look at before stating simply, "32 inches."

John's mouth fell agape until he felt Dianne's hand slip onto the top of his thigh. He looked back at his wife and saw the determination in her eyes. Her thoughts were clear. 'I want that!'

"Alright." he said softly, and nodded. "Let's do this!" he promised her, his hand slipping supportively around hers. The couple smiled at each other before looking up at Michelle, inviting her to go on.

"Alright! Now, I will say that this type of training does require a lot of, uh... self control from the gentleman. Your goal is to bring her to... climax... at the right time, and not get over excited yourself. So, lots of fun, but not too much until the circuit is done!" Michelle too blushed for the first time.

Suzanne picked up an apple from the fruit bowl and took a bite into it to try and disguise her own blushing grin.

"Right, for the very first exercise, I'm gonna suggest you do hero bicep curls. The first set is a warm up set that will get your biceps pumped, not fatigued. I look to start my second intense set as I reach orgasm. I'm aiming for maybe a thirty second pause between the end of the warm up set and starting my second intense set."

"Now, you know your bodies and how long what takes better than I do, so whether you're..." she paused for a moment, "joined?... before the first set, or you can reach that level of pleasure in seconds, that's between the two of you." Michelle looked down, grinning as she blushed, trying to compose herself. "For the second set, you're looking to up the weight just a little, but you'll be doing as many reps as possible, using the orgasm as a kind of turbo charger. The bigger and longer the orgasm, the more reps you can do, the better."

Michelle turned to Suzanne who was about to interject as she swallowed down her mouthful of fruit. "And I'm sure Suzanne would be willing to help change the weights on the other side so that the two of you can concentrate on keeping good form!" Facing away from the married couple, Michelle very obviously winked at Suzanne, but kept it obscured from the Yorks.

"Only if you're comfortable though." Suzanne said nonchalantly, not missing a beat before taking another bite of her apple.

Dianne swept her hand over her hair anxiously. "Well, if that's best practise for this... then okay." She looked up at Suzanne and Michelle. "If you're happy to help me do this then... let's give it a go." She looked back at John, her eyes burning with desire and determination.

Michelle paced towards the gym. "So, as you hit fatigue on the second set, I want you to hold the handles to your ears for a long as possible, ride out the pain and the pleasure and fight the handles down the whole way, really stretch out the isometric and eccentric as long as you can. Alright?"

Suzanne paced quickly to Michelle's side to catch up before the Yorks followed them into the gym. "You sure?" Suzanne whispered, one eyebrow cocked.

"Oh no, we'll do it right, but I want it to be a surprise!" Michelle grinned back. Twisting her mammoth torso back, she called to Dianne through the door."What's your one rep max for bicep curls?"

"Oh, uh... two hundred and ten pounds each arm." Dianne replied, stepping into the gym, her hand in John's.

"Alright, so first set at, one seventy? About a dozen comfortable reps you think?"

Dianne glanced at the weight machine, sizing it up. "Yeah, that should be fine." She began to strip off her jumper and sweat pants, psyching herself up. Michelle and Suzanne took a stack each and slipped the pins into place on each side.

John stood close to her, slipping his hands around her hips. "You sure about this Sweetheart?" he asked, excited but uncertain himself. "We usually go out of our way to avoid having an audience." he asked with a wry smile.

She dropped her clothes on the floor, looking determinedly into his eyes. "Twenty seven inches isn't enough!" she whispered back. Her arm twisted back behind her, her hand snatching at the bra clasp at her spine. As her bra fell to the floor, exposing her full, pert breasts, she gazed up at him. "And if it means more of your queen to worship?" Her hands darted to the silk ribbons at her sides and undid the bows holding her panties snug around her wide, powerful hips. "Then won't my king give me his support?"

He nodded, kissing her forehead. "Always." he whispered, his massive arms wrapped around her waist. With a glance at Michelle and Suzanne, he psyched himself up and began to undress, whipping his T-shirt off and dropping his tracksuit bottoms, he pulled Dianne close.

John had narrowly missed out on the men's super-heavyweight finals this year, though the men's field was far more populated than the women's. John was 6'3'' and 430 pounds, in good shape and quite lean. On another day he may well have qualified.

As Suzanne and Michelle set the weight and adjusted the anchors for the cable machine, Dianne slipped her hand around John's and strode towards the machine. Exaggerating the sway of her hips, she flaunted her thick, muscular ass, knowing how much it turned him on. She bent over to inspect the pins in the stacks, gently waving her wide, powerful hips for him, her wet pussy quivering through the gap between her massive thighs.

When she stood up and turned back around, his hands found her hips, his hulking member throbbing for her. With a smile, she stood up on her toes and pushed her hips forward, kissing the bulging tip of his cock with her tight, trembling lips.

He dropped his hips several inches, bending at his knees and pressed his cock forwards, his column prising her tight, toned lips around his helmet before his shaft plunged deep inside her. Their arms clutched around each other tightly as they steadied themselves, their pulses and breathing speeding up. Suzanne and Michelle appeared at either side of Yorks, each holding the handle for one stack of the machine.

Dianne stretched her arms out and took the handles, the 170 pound weights setting a pleasing strain through her arms. Looking with fierce determination into John's eyes, she bobbed her hips, playing his thickness inside her.

With a feminine moan, she heaved the handles up to her ears, her hulking biceps peaking tightly, her  skin glistening in the light as veins swelled across her arms. With perfect form, she lowered the handles back down slowly, gasping as John strained not thrust his hips back and forth. Her body shuddering with energy, she lifted the stacks back up. This time her moan was louder and more powerful, driven on by her sharply rising pleasure, her arms pumping as her pussy trembled and squeezed around him.

Rep after rep, her body seemed to become more energised, her glorious biceps growing more pumped and defined with each rep. John was mouthing the count, his eyes darting between her arms and her eyes, determined not to get too excited.

Her core shuddered as she continued cranking out reps, surprised as she passed fourteen reps with ease. There was a pleasing tension and warmth filling her biceps. She wanted to carry on, but was determined to do this right, no matter how much she wanted to show off for John. She was straining not to moan too much, panting with pleasure. With sweat breaking out over her skin as she stretched out her biceps, she guided the stacks carefully back down.

A pleasing tension pumping through the throbbing veins across her arms, she moaned as she sucked down huge lungfuls of air. Her hulking arms shuddered with eagerness, ready to heave the pitiful weights around, her manicured fingers drumming eagerly on the handles. Her biceps primed and ready, her core throbbing and pulsing with her excitement. She began to grind her hips against her colossal lover.

Michelle and Suzanne shared a quick whisper before darting to the stacks and adjusting the weights. "Massage her biceps if you can!" Michelle said softly to John. He quickly obliged, his large hands slipping around Dianne's bulging guns and firmly squeezing and kneading her pumped, primed flesh.

With a nod to Michelle, Suzanne added "Doing great! Next set should start as soon as Dianne hits orgasm. Curl the weights as you hit that 'throw your head back' high. Shout if you need help, otherwise we'll step back."

The two women took a few paces away as Dianne began forcefully rutting her hips against John's. Her moans grew higher and louder as her trembling pussy began to shudder, squeezing and quivering around his girthy member.

As the pleasure grew inside her core, her breasts pressing and rubbing against the thick, meaty slabs of his pectorals, she told herself that she wouldn't settle for anything less than fifty reps. With the weight barely increasing, she refused to accept her massive arms do anything less, contest shape or not.

Her cunt erupted around him and she screamed with pleasure, her mighty arms heaving the handles easily up to her ears. The strain was phenomenal, the pain of lifting the weights mixing with the pleasure thundering through her core, dumping adrenaline into her system and filling her with energy. She screamed as she quickly let the weights fall before heaving them back up with contemptuous intensity.

Both Michelle and Suzanne found themselves becoming deeply aroused as they watched Dianne's biceps swell furiously, bulging and peaking phenomenally as Dianne screamed her way through each rep.

Yet, try as she might, Dianne was quickly beginning to falter. The weight seemingly became heavier with every rep, her massive arms straining to complete each lift. Even as her orgasm grew more intense with every thrust of John's powerful hips, the strain throbbing through her arms was becoming unbearable. She heaved for her tenth rep, snarling and roaring, her body feeling like it would burst from the phenomenal intensity of pleasure and pressure thundering through her flesh.

The realisation that her arms were stalling mid rep incensed her, her snarling quickly turning to hissed commands directed at John. "More! MORE!" she seethed, shifting her weight onto his hips as her tight, toned cunt shuddered and spurted over their thighs.

His hands darted from her waist to grab hold of her thick, shuddering ass. In a heartbeat, his hips were thrusting powerfully into her, his throbbing shaft thundering in and out of her like a piston. Her orgasm quickly grew more intense, flooding her body with energy as she screamed with unbridled pleasure. Her pussy gushing over him, Dianne heaved anew, inching the handles up, her upper arms looking as though they would tear out of her skin as they bulged with power.

She sank on his hips, determined at the very least to hold the isometric for as long as possible, furious that she'd only managed a pitiful 10 reps. Her biceps felt ready to explode, but she continued to push them. Tears streamed down her cheeks, the phenomenal pleasure thundering through her core and chest, added to the agony shredding her arms, left her feeling overwhelmed.

Slowly, the weight began to prise her arms down, her swollen, tortured biceps straining to fight the weight every inch of the way down. She was disgusted with herself, appalled that her second set had been for so few reps. Her head lowered to John's chest as her hands let the handles slip, her throbbing biceps so utterly pumped and taut that her wrists sprang up, her forearms pulled tight against her quaking, throbbing biceps.

"Remind us, what was your one rep max?" Michelle called from a dozen paces away, giddy grins plastered on both Michelle and Suzanne's faces.

While Dianne didn't look up, furious and ashamed, John craned his head back over his shoulder to look at them with bemusement. Seeing their proud, knowing smiles, he paused, puzzled. Rather than answer, he glanced at the stacks.

"DIANNE!" he blurted, his brain taking a second to understand where the pin was in the stack. She whimpered as his cock stood harder to attention, a wave of arousal shuddering up his length as it thickened inside her tight, wet sheath.

She looked up at him, a whimper slipping through her full lips at the sensation of him hardening further inside her. She took a moment before following his wide eyed stare, twisting at the waist as she craned her head around.

"You just curled two twenty for ten reps!" he exclaimed, his hips craning up to shift more of her weight onto his huge cock. His hands grabbed a hold of Dianne's rock solid biceps, worshipping and massaging the throbbing, striated masses of vascular muscle.

Dianne's response was to drench his cock with another massive orgasm, her cunt flexing tightly around his enormity as she threw her arms up into a double biceps pose. She screamed with pride, amazed that not only had she broken her one rep max, she'd beaten it for multiple reps while in contest shape!

As Dianne wrapped her massive legs around her husbands powerful waist, she rutted her hips frenziedly, riding his member with wild abandon, utterly elated with her achievement. Her chest swelled as she heaved her ample bust against his chest, filled with orgasmic joy from her gargantuan quads, up through her shredded core and into her chest. He'd never seen her arms so massive or defined.

When her screams of delight finally quietened down, Michelle appeared by their side, a tape measure daintily held out on one finger. "How big?" She asked simply.

John hesitated for a moment before taking the tape. "Thanks." He whispered. With Dianne still moaning, admiring her flexing arms, her juices still trickling down his thighs, he struggled to concentrate on taking her measurement.

Again, his cock shuddered inside her, thickening as his arousal spiked. "Fu-" she whimpered, her entire body tensing up around his gargantuan cock. Michelle grinned, she'd never heard Dianne come so close to swearing before.

"Almost 28 inches!" he remarked. "Fully pumped for the contest you were 27 inches this morning!" he could barely believe what he was seeing and feeling. Neither could Dianne.

"Imagine how big that is once she's pumped her triceps up too!" Suzanne crooned softly.

Dianne lost it. She threw her arms around her lover and fucked him with everything she had left. He simply couldn't resist her any longer. His hips bounced her up and down like a jack-hammer, his massive, muscular frame wrapping around her and flexing. Entwining each other powerfully in their massive arms, they roared with euphoria, her cunt drowning his loins as his cock erupted inside her.

Michelle grinned from ear to ear, grabbing a stack of towels and placing them in easy reach of the married couple for when they regained their senses. Turning to Suzanne, she gave her a knowing, lusty smile. Their planned tryst in the hotel shower after the contest had been postponed to accommodate the York's visit, and the erotic display from the Yorks had only heightened her libido.

Suzanne smiled back, pulling her massive shoulders back as she pushed her huge chest and wide hips forward. Her hand slipped onto the empty bar resting at the barbell station, her fingers caressing the steel shaft suggestively. A flick of her eyebrow asked when they'd be alone together to continue their private competition.

The married couple stood gasping for a while, caressing and comforting each other after their shared climax. When Dianne finally eased herself up and off of John, the agony of her shredded biceps hit her. Through a grimace she asked; "Does it usually hurt this much after this type of session?" John quickly began massaging Dianne's arms again.

With a sympathetic giggle, Michelle explained; "At first, yeah, it's pretty bad, but once you're in the habit it's not much worse than a regular workout. Of course, if you can keep up the pleasure, move from one exercise to the next, you don't notice most of it as much, and by the time you finish a workout, the early exercises have numbed quite a bit."

John picked up a few of the towels and wrapped them around his wife. "You do entire circuits of this? In one go?" he asked surprised.

Michelle laughed musically. "You know what they say, practise makes perfect!" John blushed, grinning bashfully. For such a huge, muscular guy, he was surprisingly coy. "But, you get the idea. One set to get the blood flowing, give the muscle a bit of a pump, another-" she shook her head, grinning, "-supercharged set to utterly shred the muscle. Do as much and as many different muscles as you feel you can do safely in one go because the uh... reset time... is entirely dependant on the lucky gentleman."

Dianne raised her head, looking breathily at Michelle. "So this is the secret huh?" Her eyes darted back to Michelle's crotch. "Just lots of sex? That's why your... business is so big?"

Michelle blushed. "When I'm at the peak of experience, she flexes." She shrugged. "Lots of time working my intimate muscles. Heightens my pleasure, heightens his too! That's it." she explained with a grin. "Now, you're welcome to hang around and try other equipment and exercises? See what exercises you can perform and keep good form?"

Dianne gazed up at John, ready to fall asleep in his arms. He gazed back down at her, wanting nothing more than to go home and hold her. "I think... we might want to think some of this through at home... maybe have another go at this once my biceps aren't aching so much?" she said with a wry grin.

"Sure. It's a lot to adapt to, and I get that this experience is uh... unorthodox. You want me to get you guys a coffee for the road? Espresso to wake you both up?" she twisted her gargantuan chest, ready to make for the kitchen. They looked at each other, then both nodded back gratefully. "Alright, I'll meet you in the hall once you're dressed?" she asked, walking off to sort their coffee.

Suzanne sultrily paced to follow Michelle into the kitchen. "Used towels in the hamper in the corner." she mentioned in passing to the Yorks, pointing a finger to wheeled hamper, half full of discarded towels.

"Thanks!" Dianne replied, playing a towel over her sweat stippled chest. The couple laughed softly, cuddling up to each other as they towelled themselves dry.

In the kitchen, Michelle plucked a pair of cups from a cupboard and slipped them into the coffee maker. A few practised button presses and the machine was whirring away and grinding beans. Michelle perked up as hands slipped over her hips and smoothed over them to her crotch. Suzanne's hands began to knead Michelle's thick, muscular lips as she pressed her body against Michelle's back.

"You know next year I'm taking the crown back, right?" Suzanne teased, nibbling Michelle's monstrous, jutting trap.

Michelle shuddered, leaning back into Suzanne's bulk. "You can try!" she replied lustily, easing her massive glutes back against Suzanne's crotch. "But let's see them off before we get too carried away. Then I can really let loose and let you feel how much bigger and stronger I am!" she teased breathily.

"Oh, is that right?" Suzanne teased back, gently grinding herself against Michelle's glorious frame. They stood leaning against each other, daring each other to make the next move.

The coffee machine broke the stalemate, a loud whirring preceding the wet splashing of strong coffee into the cups. "To be continued!" Michelle whispered, slipping the cups out and taking them out to the foyer.

Dianne and John were positively glowing in the foyer, checking they had reclaimed all of their clothing from the floor of the gym. "Eager to get home and test things out?" Michelle cooed playfully. The couple blushed and held each other a little tighter. "Just send me a message if you have any questions about anything. Sets, circuits, technique, exercises, whatever. Last thing I want is you getting injured!" she said, presenting them both with their drinks.

"Thanks!" John replied, taking a moment to smell the coffee before sipping from the tiny cup. "Mm! That's good stuff! Rich, smooth, nutty hints, great flavour... what brand of coffee beans do you get?" Dianne giggled, rolling her eyes before she took a sip.

"Oh, uh... I'd have to check, usually I just add whatever's on offer when I'm ordering the shop." Michelle replied, shrugging her massive shoulders. "I'll send you a picture." she confirmed with a blushing grin.

"Well, uh... thanks!" he said, finishing the coffee. "I uh... I should get the car ready." he glanced at Dianne. "Thanks for having us. It's been enlightening!" he said warmly to Michelle as she took his cup.

Dianne sipped down the rest of her drink and handed the cup back to Michelle. "Well, I think we're eager to get back home and experiment with this whole... thing." Dianne admitted, blushing deeply.

Michelle giggled, putting the cups down on the side table. "Good! I'll be glad to have a little more competition to keep me pushing myself to the limit!" she said with a wide smile.

Dianne laughed gently, wringing her hands. "Hey, um... sorry I was rude before. That was... petty and jealous and... I... can you forgive me?"

Michelle smiled, her head cocking to one side. "Nothing to forgive. Just glad to be friends again."

Dianne took a few paces forward and placed her hands on Michelle's massive shoulders. "Thank you!" Michelle was surprised at how long Dianne held on, but welcomed the earnest gesture, returning her embrace. "My biceps ache something fierce, but I'm really looking forward to trying this. Seeing waht else I can shred like that!"

Giggling, Michelle offered a little more advice. "Well, give yourself at least three days between workouts when you're starting. Plenty of rest time. I'm pushing three times a week with this technique where I can, but some weeks it's only two, but what ever works for you."

Dianne pecked a soft kiss on Michelle's cheek, smoothing her hands down Michelle's massive upper arms. "Thank you. Sincerely!" she said softly, her eyes welling up slightly.

"Any time!" Michelle replied.

After a meaningful pause, Dianne turned and walked out, through the door. "See you soon! I'll catch you at the next regionals at the latest!" her beaming smile returning.

"And you'd better make me regret sharing! I wanna see at least twenty pounds more solid muscle on that body!" Michelle called playfully.

Dianne laughed as she walked away to open the car door. She waved and stepped into the car, Michelle leaning against the front door frame as she watched the couple leave. The Yorks waved as they pulled away, their sedan purring away up the drive and disappearing out onto the quiet country road.

As Michelle closed the door, Suzanne pressed up against her back again, cocooning her gently in her arms. After several long seconds of enjoying each other's embrace, Suzanne whispered into Michelle's ear, "I'm gonna tear off all your clothes now!"

Feeling Suzanne nibbling on her earlobe, Michelle grinned. "About time!"

Material loudly ripped off around Michelle's massive body as she flexed, providing a solid frame for her clothes to be torn easily off. "That's better!" Michelle purred, her magnificent frame revealed.

Swinging the door shut, she turned around and, seeing Suzanne, pouted. "You already unwrapped my present?" she asked, mock indignation on her beautiful face. Seeing Suzanne's shredded, exquisite form naked before her, Michelle's body began to swell with sexual tension, arousal wetting her loins and heaving her muscular pussy wide open.

"Couldn't wait!" Suzanne cooed, slipping her arms around her auburn haired lover. "Why don't we continue this somewhere more comfortable?" Their bodies pressed together, almost 900 pounds of hulking, shredded goddess flexing, rutting, fucking, breasts sensuously pressed together, strong hands caressing rippling muscles as their lips intertwined, their tongues sensuously caressing.

"So, what are you in the mood for?" Suzanne moaned, her kisses easing onto Michelle's cheek, over her jaw and down to her neck.

Michelle's hulking body shuddered, the unreal sensation of her colossal muscles flexing and squeezing against Suzanne's heavenly, rippling form clouding her ability to speak. "Well... we could do a few circuits, shred our muscles, take it in quick turns with that double ended thing I got delivered last week..."

Suzanne moaned approvingly in response, Michelle wrapping her hulking arm around Suzanne's head, the monstrous size of her arm obscuring Suzanne's head from view.

Letting out a soft giggle at the gentle, tickling caress of Suzanne's lips on her rippling neck, Michelle continued. "We could... take a nice long shower together, cover each other in bubbles and wash each other clean?"

Suzanne cooed approvingly again, her body gyrating slowly and powerfully against Michelle's hulking mass, sensually and erotically massaging her lover with every inch of her flesh.

"We could... just go nuts in the kitchen? Or order take out? Let me feed you, stuff you full, help this itty-bitty body of yours grow bigger?" Michelle teased.

Instantly Suzanne wrapped her arms around Michelle's waist, picking her up with ease and tensing, letting out a breathy, playful growl as she flexed around Michelle.

They both laughed, the teasing devolving into more kissing and erotic gyrations. "Oh, and I want to congratulate Dan and Kelly too. I'm so fucking proud of her! And I'm sure they'd be up for a little orgy to celebrate!" Michelle explained, teasing the tip of her nose against Suzanne's. "The four of us fucking each other's brains out sounds like a good time!" she moaned, pushing her chest out and squeezing her supple bust tighter into Suzanne's.

Suzanne caught Michelle's lip gently between her teeth, kissing her lip before pulling Michelle tighter against herself, the pair passionately kissing each other as their bodies continued to writhe.

At length, Suzanne took in a deep breath and softly answered, "How about-" she interrupted herself to kiss Michelle, "orgy..." another kiss, "food..." another kiss, "gym!" she emphasised, smiling, flexing and rutting her cunt against Michelle's, "shower..." another kiss, "orgy!" She threw her arm around Michelle's shoulder, demanding a long, deep kiss to emphasise the last point.

Michelle was about to burst, her core shuddering with long overdue desire. To her surprise, Suzanne took a step back and turned, sultrily walking away, her wide hips swaying teasingly from side to side as she paced towards the staircase. "Unless of course-" Suzanne paused, looking back over her shoulder, "-you don't think you have the stamina to keep pace with me?" she finished, a mischievous grin on her divinely beautiful features.

Michelle looked at Suzanne, shredded from head to toe, her massive arms, wide shoulders, huge back, jutting traps, sculpted ass, hulking thighs and peaking calves, and felt her entire body shudder, vibrating with lust, every ounce of muscle on her frame pumped with desire and swollen with energy.

As Suzanne began to sashay up the stairs to Dan and Kelly's room, Michelle followed, her libido barely held in check.

"Time to show you why I'm number one!"

[RobDubya]

Dan & Kelly Part 14

This chapter follows on six months after part 13.

If you enjoy the story (or even if you don't), I'd love to hear your feedback on what you liked and what you didn't.

All the best,

Devverus.


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The afternoon sun crept into the bedroom, the hastily drawn curtains letting slices of sunlight through the gaps. In the half gloom, the duvet slipped off the side of the bed, Michelle's writhing legs twitching and tensing in her sleep. Burbling half words slipped from Michelle's plump lips as her hands clumsily groped at her chest.

Beside Michelle, Suzanne rolled over, roused from her own slumber by Michelle's agitated dreams. Her blue eyes blinking open, Suzanne twisted her powerful chest up to face her muscle-bound lover, resting on an elbow. The cool air of the room on her bare skin did little to soothe her irritation at being awoken.

Watching the 475-pound brunette softly undulating, Suzanne was caught between bemusement and arousal. Michelle's tightly erect nipples caught the light as her enormous breasts heaved atop her powerful chest. Some agitation slipped away as Michelle's arms crossed her body, massaging her hands over her shredded waist and up her chest.

The corner of Suzanne's lips curled up in a smile as she heard the sound of Michelle's powerful pussy wetly quivering, her muscular vulva quietly clapping as it trembled.

With a sharp intake of breath, Michelle sat up, gently whimpering as she took in her own arousal. She shook her head, clasping the top of her massive quads to steady herself.

"Bad dream?" Suzanne asked softly as she slid herself across the bed. "Or a good one?" she asked, caressing a hand down Michelle's abs to gently caress her trembling, muscular crotch.

Michelle whimpered as Suzanne's fingers found her pussy, still breathing deeply. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." She apologised, her voice trembling at unexpected sensations plying her powerful form.

"Do we need to go another few rounds?" Suzanne asked, her voice low and smooth, dripping with lust. "I know I'm still a little jet-lagged, but I didn't think my work was that bad?" she quipped, a teasing grin on her divine features as she looked at Michelle.

Michelle's face lit up, her eyes closing as she smiled. "Oh no, you do incredible work!" she replied, leaning into Suzanne's analogy as she caressed the blond's working arm. "I just wish we could've had Dan here with us."

Suzanne pulled her arm away and sat and up, facing Michelle with a frown on her face. "Really? The first time we get to fuck in almost a month and you're missing Dan?" She said tersely, her muscular body tense and rippling.

Michelle twisted at her hips, swinging her huge chest towards Suzanne. "Come on, we both know that Dan can do things for us that neither of us can-"

"Unbelievable!" Suzanne interrupted, turning away to brood and exposing the hulking mass of her broad back to Michelle.

Michelle took a breath and shuffled closer to Suzanne, leaning close to her neck. "And when you took Dan aside for that marathon workout session before they left on their trip..." as Suzanne tensed up, Michelle leaned in closed and pecked a kiss onto Suzanne's bulging trap. "And we didn't have sex for six days after."

"Oh, it wasn't six days!" Suzanne fired back, glaring over her shoulder.

Michelle cocked her head amicably. "Believe me, I was counting..." Michelle walked a pair of fingers up Suzanne's rippling triceps.

Suzanne turned away, letting out a huffing sigh. "That's not the same-"

This time Michelle interrupted Suzanne, her hands wrapping around Suzanne's shredded, rippling waistline. "No, it's not the same. His cock just...hits different." Michelle pecked another kiss on her other trap, collecting her long, golden hair into a bundle. "Incredible different!" she whispered huskily, leaning forward to press her heaving bust against Suzanne's muscular back.

Suzanne glowered back over her shoulder, but kept listening, not throwing off Michelle's massaging, questing hands, even as Michelle snuggled closer.

"I love you more than anything. And our sex is beyond incredible!" she squeezed against her blond lover a little tighter. "I love your gorgeous, sexy, muscular body almost as much as I love you!" she kissed Suzanne on her cheek, making her blush a little.

"I mean... The way you massage my body, work my lips, overwhelm my clit so, SO fucking incredibly!" another kiss on the back of Suzanne's neck, "But when we feel that steely fucking god cock throbbing inside us-" a hand massaging firmly from Suzanne's powerful crotch, up the centre line of her rippling, shredded abdominals, "every inch of our powerful pussies stretching and squeezing around that massive shaft-" Michelle slid forward and pressed her crotch against Suzanne's hulking glutes, "it hits that itch that only deep, deep stimulation can." Michelle's hands firmly massaged over Suzanne's powerful abs and obliques, hinting at the powerful internal muscles hidden beneath.

Suzanne sat unhappily, her body tense, her clipped breathing conveying her ire. None-the-less, she allowed Michelle to tenderly massage her waist, Michelle's powerful, elegant hands teasing lower and closer to Suzanne's loins. Michelle craned her head closer, pecking kisses across the top of Suzanne's jutting traps. "When I work out how to make us come like he makes us..."
Suzanne scoffed, trying to keep a smile from her face.

Michelle giggled, pressing her pert, II cup breasts into Suzanne's broad, rippling back more firmly. "Would you like that?" she whispered, sliding her hands up Suzanne's front and cupping Suzanne's perky, voluptuous breasts.

Suzanne relented, leaning back into Michelle's arms. Her 465-pound frame, all lean, feminine muscle, nuzzling affectionately against her lover. "Could've done with my latest delivery arriving..." she stated wistfully, drawing her hulking shoulders back and flexing her lats and traps against Michelle's gargantuan bust.

Michelle felt Suzanne's breasts shudder in her hands, nipples trembling and hardening between her fingers. "Oh? Expecting something exciting?" she asked, sensuously massaging Suzanne's impossibly pert HH cups. Suzanne simply took in a deep breath and nodded, moaning as she enjoyed Michelle's attention. "Nothing in the delivery booth?"

Suzanne paused, twisting her head back over her jutting trap. Her expression puzzled; perfectly shaped eyebrows raised high in question.

"Remember I had the corner of the cinema room converted? The new door in the wall just around from the front door?" Michelle asked, her hands slipping down to rest affectionately on Suzanne's shredded obliques.

"Oh, it's for deliveries? I totally spaced, thought it was specific to the cinema for-" she stopped herself, "I only looked at the desk in the hall when we got back. Was there anything for me?"

Michelle grinned, pulling Suzanne against herself. "Didn't check. I was... distracted." She began kissing Suzanne as they both briefly reminisced about their earlier tryst. "After being on set shooting for the last month, I was just happy that we could make up for lost time."

Suzanne's eyes slipped to the alarm clock on the bedside table, realising it was barely after 3 in the afternoon. Slipping her hands under Michelle's hulking thighs, she took a hold of Michelle's thick, rippling hamstrings. "Why don't we go check?" she asked with a sly grin.

Michelle stiffened up as Suzanne drew her feet back to her hips. A moment later, Suzanne rocked forwards, heaving Michelle's hulking form onto her broad, powerful back before smoothly driving herself to her feet. A plan already forming in her mind, Suzanne hopped nimbly down from the bed, carrying Michelle's massive bulk with ease, and strode downstairs.

The month-long filming session had been rough on them both. As much as they'd been waited on by the support staff, they'd had little time for their usual workout routines. Hours on set, running lines, rehearsing scenes, being fitted for costumes, make up, both had been denied the time to just shred their muscles and sleep in to recover. Even so, since placing first and second almost six months ago, the pair had each added more than 20 pounds of dense, shredded muscle to their already gargantuan frames.

Suzanne took to bouncing up onto her toes as she walked along the corridor. Not only was the pressure through her jutting calves and bulging thighs intoxicating, but feeling Michelle's hulking frame bounce atop her shoulders made Suzanne grin with a deep and lusting desire.

Suzanne's irritation was gone, erased by the heat of Michelle's hulking thighs pressing firmly around her waist, the pert orbs of Michelle's bust squeezing against her back, her weight clinging lustily around Suzanne's rippling frame. She rolled her massive shoulders with a smirk just to make Michelle hold on tighter.

Feeling Suzanne's glutes flexing against her inner thighs, Michelle closed her eyes, moaning softly as Suzanne descended the stairs. "Oh... damn you feel good!" She whispered softly in Suzanne's ear.

Her eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of Suzanne's skin on hers, Michelle focussed her attention on the gentle rutting of her muscular crotch against Suzanne's shredded lower back. Initially she didn't notice Suzanne turn left at the bottom of the stairs and slip into the gym.

Suzanne leaned forward and let go with one arm, moving most of Michelle's weight to her upper back. As the 'toy bin' in the corner of the gym clicked closed, Michelle opened her eyes. "What did you..."

Suzanne merely smirked over her shoulder, turning and striding anew towards the cinema room across the foyer, one arm low, close to her waist. "Good things come to those who..." she paused inside the doorway to the cinema, expectantly tensing as Michelle held onto her shoulders.

With a giggle, Michelle slipped off Suzanne's shoulders. "Wait?" Michelle finished knowingly.

Nodding, Suzanne flicked on the light and darted over to the booth in the corner of the cinema, her eyes locked on a large box amidst the scattered letters and smaller items. As she eyed her name on the delivery label, she grinned, tearing into the box with zeal and rummaging inside.

Michelle stood leaning against the door frame, craning her head out into the foyer. She glanced over at the extra coat rack she'd put by the front door, checking the dressing gowns were still there. She blushed as she recalled the reason for putting there, and by extension, installing the delivery booth.

'Poor courier. I just wanted to welcome Suze home...' she mused, remembering the shocked look and high-pitched squeak the driver had made when he caught Michelle's naked, rear lat spread full in the face. 'Always check the window before you open the front door...' she thought, blushing profusely. 'He was very sweet once he'd calmed down...'

A series of loud spurting noises drew Michelle's attention back to the corner of the cinema room. Suzanne turned on the spot, her massive arms behind her as she showed off her shredded front. "Ready?" she called, her voice low and lusty.

Michelle pushed off the wall, prowling towards her lover with a slinking gait. "As always..." she cooed, her eyes roaming over Suzanne's naked form.

Suzanne slowly brought her arms around in front of her, revealing a massive, purple dildo, strapping dangling from the thick base. Running a hand up the length of the glistening shaft, she flicked an eyebrow at Michelle. "More?" Michelle queried, musing on the vast selection of toys in the gym.

Gazing down lustily at the faux phallus in her hand, Suzanne began to explain. "I had the manufacturer scale up the scan of Dan's cock a fraction to being 15 inches long." She gripped the bulbous tip, her forearm flexing. "Tougher neoprene, a thicker steel core..."

As Michelle stepped close, Suzanne whipped the tip around and thrust it against her own powerful pussy. With a grunting moan, she heaved the mammoth member up, her hips thrusting out as she hauled the enormous shaft inside herself. Instantly, her body thrummed with power, her muscles peaking and swelling with energy and anticipation.

Michelle took a moment to lust over Suzanne's body. Her massive shoulders, huge pecs and jutting traps all shuddering as the base thumped into her crotch, her muscles bulging with power and definition. A throaty sigh slipping from Suzanne's lips, she pumped the cock slowly, her bulging biceps and jutting triceps flexing in turn, her shredded abs and obliques clenching tight around her thick, powerful core muscles. The Valkyrie widened her stance, her huge glutes tensing, prising her hulking legs wider as the massive cock filled her thick, muscular cunt.

Suzanne raised her head, gazing lustily into Michelle's eyes as she began to wrap the straps about her hips and clip them firmly about herself. Michelle eyed the thick base of the dildo and stepped closer, and hand shooting out to the chunky attachment. "Let me guess, this is for both our pleasure?" she asked, hooking a manicured finger inside the exposed mechanism and slowly pumping the girthy member into Suzanne's loins.

Pulling the straps tight, Suzanne let out a sensual moan, her nipples hardening to pointed peaks trembling from the firm, perky orbs of her breasts. "You know me too well..." she replied, reaching back into the box and pulling out a duplicate toy. Pulling the base of the second massive dildo against the coupling piece, Suzanne hunched over at the waist, her hands both braced as they squeezed the locking mechanism. Hunched over at her waist, even her mighty muscles had to strain to work the lock, her pecs, shoulders and arms all flexing and bulging with power.

With a loud clack, the mechanism closed, pulling the double ended treat into position. Standing back up with shuddering breath, Suzanne switched into a colossal lat spread, albeit with her hips pushed out further than normal. Her 'enormity' juddered as her pulse thundered through her powerful, wet pussy, the pounding of her heart making her tight, muscular sheath throb around the toy, the purple pillar vibrating appealingly for Michelle.

Michelle couldn't stop grinning, even as she giggled at the absurdity. "Wow... very impressive!" Suzane's arm whipped around behind her and grabbed a hold of the bottle of lube, squeezing out a thick line of the slippery, cleansing gel along the length of the waiting cock. "That's what you got from the toy chest..."

Tossing the lube onto the desk, Suzanne lunged low and thrust her hips forward towards Michelle. The rigid cock slid firmly underneath Michelle's swollen muscular cunt, smearing lube against her bulging inner thighs. In the same motion, Suzanne stood up, arching her mighty chest back and levering the massive cock up against Michelle's perineum. Her cunt shuddered as it strained, the massive weight of Michelle's body pressing down and levering against the Suzanne's shuddering loins.

Reflexively, Michelle tensed up, clamping the cock between her pussy and thighs. "My, my... I didn't know you found me such a turn on!" Michelle moaned breathily, her hands slipping over her pecs in faux surprise as she bit her lower lip.

Suzanne couldn't help but laugh. "It's a good thing you're a better actor when the cameras are running!" she teased, her pussy flexing intensely as she strained to keep Michelle's massive weight aloft.

Michelle giggled, shifting her hips side to side to strain Suzanne's pussy even more. "Double biceps!" Suzanne hissed through her clenched jaw, her whole body flexing sympathetically with her pussy as she kept Michelle's toes from the floor.

Michelle teasingly complied, slowly raising her gargantuan arms up before smoothly tensing her biceps. The giant, shredded masses of vascular muscle bunched erotically, thickening as they shortened to menacing, vascular peaks. Gazing at her throbbing biceps, Michelle hyperventilated for several seconds before letting out an erotically charged growl, pushing her entire upper body to flex with incredible intensity.

As Michelle's muscles pumped up, definition deepening beneath her smooth, flawless skin, veins thickened and swelled, throbbing with power as Michelle's pulse thundered through her flesh. Suzanne's hands began massaging over the brunette's skin, working sensuously over squeeze and knead the inner head of Michelle's 32.5-inch biceps.

"Not big enough!" Suzanne stated with haughty derision, her accent slipping back into the one she used as the Valkyrie. Michelle laughed in shock, flexing her hulking quads around the dildo to further strain Suzanne's pussy. Suzanne merely pouted, shaking out her flowing golden hair even as her crotch struggled with the enormous forces pressing the massive cock inside her. "Should you wish to feel me within you, filling you, overwhelming your feminine form, you must show me your dedication." She turned her head from Michelle's arm, cooly looking into Michelle's deep hazel eyes.

Michelle's pupils dilated for a moment, taken in by Suzanne's charisma, the character piercing Michelle with her steely gaze. "More than a fortnight have we sat idle, our flesh allowed to wither, to wilt! I shall not abide this! Our bodies must challenge iron itself, overcome the crushing weight of the world! Through strenuous fire do our muscles burn away impurity and weakness to grow and reveal our true strength!" Suzanne held up her arms, her biceps peaking exquisitely tall and hard as she flexed for Michelle.

Michelle massaged Suzanne's arms adoringly, a wide grin plastered on her beautiful features. "Oh! Breaking out the acting charm for me! Such exquisite work my lady!" Michelle quipped back, struggling not to giggle.

Suzanne darted her head forward, tenderly taking Michelle's plump lower lip between her teeth and teasing her closer.  Michelle tensed up, wrapping her massive arms around Suzanne's huge shoulders. The pair stayed still for long moments, their breathing the only noise as they gazed into each other's eyes. Finally, Suzanne released Michelle's lip and reached the tip of her tongue forwards, their embrace dissolving into tender, passionate kissing.

"Not my best work, felt a bit hammy, stilted..." Suzanne cooed at length, her hands massaging up and down the massive, meaty wings of Michelle's lats. "I'll have to practice my improv." She said with a casual tilt of her head. "But if you want this cock thundering in and out of your big, beautiful pussy then get in the gym and start shredding those muscles! If you're not at least close to breaking a personal best on any exercise, then you'll be doing it without me inside you!"

"Oh, my pleasure!" moaned Michelle, her pussy shuddering wide open as she picked a circuit to do in the gym. Climbing off Suzanne's hips, her pussy was already drooling at the thought of having Suzanne's powerful frame thrusting the mammoth dildo inside her as she worked through the bench press, deadlift, squats, chin-ups and so, so much more.

As she turned away, she put on a regal affectation and stepped gracefully away towards the gym. "Do try to keep up. I shan't waste my time accommodating the timid efforts of a charlatan. But prove yourself in with deed..." she paused in the doorway, a haughty, demure look on her angelic visage. "And perhaps I may yet return the favour."

Michelle lingered doe-eyed for just a moment, before gliding out of the cinema.

Suzanne laughed. "That wasn't bad!" she whispered to herself. Glancing down at her new purchase, the rigid mass filling her pleasingly, her smile widened further still. "Let's have some fun..."


...



A cool, gentle breeze blew in from the coast, bringing salty air to Kelly's nose. When the sun came out from behind the light cloud cover, the glare off the waves and the bright sandy beach was dulled by her sunglasses, her face hidden beneath the wide, drooping brim of her sunhat. Her muscles were stiff and taut, still not fully recovered from her incredible workout session with Dan two days before.

The huge, loose form of a long poncho hid her figure from all but the most observant of onlookers, her rippling muscles going unseen on the busy boardwalk. Her hulking legs were similarly swaddled in baggy tracksuit bottoms, any fluttering of the poncho still unlikely to reveal her musculature to any overly eager fans.

Resting against the railings overlooking the beach, she sipped at her coffee, enjoying the rare chance to simply relax and observe the world go by. She'd laughed to herself when her day off had ended up at a coffee shop overlooking the Iron Beach.

'World famous outdoor gym, beach side to encourage the big and the beautiful to strip off and show what they built...' Kelly mused, gazing at the smattering of activity in the paved area, littered with hundreds of pieces of weight lifting equipment. 'I can't help myself, can I?'

As Kelly stood gazing down at the handful of larger figures using the equipment, she couldn't help but tense her muscles sympathetically, imagining her own body running through the exercises, heaving the massive weights around.

As she watched a stocky man psyche himself up to perform a deadlift, she felt her pussy twitch. Immediately, her breath caught in her throat, her chest shuddering and heaving. The insane workout Dan had put her through... or had she put him through it? She grinned at the memory, her free hand slipping inside her poncho to squeeze her crotch soothingly.

It was nice to have a few days break from filming. She'd been very lucky to have the schedule line up around her workout regime so nicely... then again, Dan had said that he had some connection with the director. Perhaps he'd put in a word explaining how important it was to keep to her work outs. Or maybe the producers had a hand in it.

Either way, she was maintaining her excellent progress in building muscle on muscle. Since the Pro-Flexpo almost 6 months ago, she'd packed on an astonishing 50 pounds. While her bust had since swollen up to an H cup from her then GG cups, the majority of the weight was clearly solid, rippling muscle.

Inside her poncho, her hand stroked up the front of her shredded abs to pick at the hem of her sturdy sports vest. The top was straining around her huge, pert breasts, pulled taut around her jutting traps and broad, powerful lats. A soft grin set on her face as she imagined the scene that her body would create on the boardwalk if she were to simply whip off the poncho and reveal her hulking torso.

"Ugh... I gotta do something. Burn off some energy, work out some tension..." she cooed to herself, her hips twisting around her hungry core. "Can't believe Dan had to shoot off for a client." She grumbled unhappily, aching for him to soothe her carnal tension. As a small gust of wind blew into her, she felt the poncho smooth itself tight over her chest, the peaks of her nipples stabbing out even through her layers. "Definitely need to work off some tension..."

She glanced over at the clock tower mounted above the train station and realised that dinner would still be a few hours away. "I'm sure I can pick up a smoothie from somewhere before dinner. Or a burger... steak..." her mind ran through all manner of protein rich treats before she shook her head clear.

Finishing her coffee, she threw the cup into a nearby bin and decided to walk down to the Iron Beach enclosure. Spying the nearest gate in low railing that ran the perimeter, she picked a course over the sand towards it.

While she usually enjoyed some attention, she was relieved to feel most eyes sliding off her as she pathed through the sunbathers, party goers, surfers and even a few volley ball players. She approached the painted railings leaning against them, wondering what routine she'd put herself through. 'Nothing to get me too excited.' She cautioned herself.

Her gaze swept over every day equipment with a contained excitement. A wry grin curled her plump lips as she saw a selection of people struggling with weights. 'Keep going guys, you'll get there eventually.'

Peering across the park, her attention came to rest on more exotic equipment. Various pieces from world's strongest competitions held sway in the far corner of the gym area. 'Might make for an interesting challenge...'

As she wandered around the perimeter, it was hard not to compare herself to the other users. Even the most impressively built specimens were clearly smaller than she was. The thickness of her muscles rippling and bulging as she sauntered slowly around the fence gave her a feeling of immense confidence.

Kelly sized up the equipment as she leaned on the outer railings. All manner of unusually sized and extremely heavy weights were stacked across the racks, massive tyres sat waiting at the end of tracks, atlas stones by pedestals. 'Wonder if I'd be any good at strength competitions...' she mused, gazing almost lovingly at the thought of challenging her body.

She watched a lithe, muscular woman in a garish Lycra one piece finish flipping a large tyre the length of the track, another athletic woman with a hand-held camera filming her. As the tyre slapped to the floor past the finish line, the athlete turned to the camera and showed off a crab flex, monologuing and bragging. Kelly grinned, giggling softly, happy to see people enjoying the equipment.

'What should I start with then?' she pondered, casting her gaze around. Equipment like the Fingal's Fingers gave her pause, as she'd never tried anything like it. She didn't fancy starting with the keg toss either. Even with just sandbags to throw, the idea of hurling a huge weight up into the air just to have it smash down on top of her didn't seem like a sensible way to start. 'Perhaps something basic... farmer's carry perhaps? Work my grip strength?' She began rolling her shoulders, her traps bunching menacingly out from her neck.

"-shredded muscles like these!" Kelly's attention snapped back to the Lycra clad woman now approaching her. "A body like this draws a crowd!" The redheaded woman turned to Kelly, her attention split between Kelly and the camera. "Excuse me, but I couldn't help but notice you noticing me!" She stood by Kelly just inside the railing, hands on her hips as she swung her elbows out, almost dancing on the spot.

Kelly grinned, blushing a little as the smaller woman unnecessarily whipped her hair around. "Uh..." she couldn't think how to reply to the freckled redhead. Kelly guessed she was probably on the large end of physique build, sculpted, powerful muscles coupled with a pair of heavily strapped down DDs. It had been a while since Kelly had been that small...

"Don't be embarrassed! It's natural to appreciate a strong, woman! How often do you see legs like these!" She began pointing her toes as she flexed her thick, defined quads, bouncing back and forth between her feet.

Kelly glanced up at the woman with the camera and had a bashful, apologetic look returned with a wide grin. "Sorry!" she mouthed as her colleague continued posing and flaunting her powerful, muscular physique. She too was clearly an avid bodybuilder, similar in size and build to her friend, but her jet back hair was tied back in a functional ponytail, her tanned skin wrapped in an understated T-shirt and cycling shorts.

"A washboard like this don't happen by accident neither!" the redhead continued, her attention and her hands running over her shredded midsection.

Kelly noticed the reserved beauty suddenly cock her head as she looked back at Kelly. A moment later, her eyes burst wide open in recognition and surprise, a beaming, blushing smile on her face. Kelly bit her lower lip as she tried not to give the game away, doing her best to smother her smile.

The camera woman's eyes darted back and forth between Kelly and the redhead before she cocked her head inquisitively, as if suggesting Kelly join in.

Kelly took off her hat and hooped it over the railings as the redhead continued. "And you too can have strong, sexy arms like these with enough hard work!" her nose crinkled between her freckled cheeks as she began pumping her arms back and forth, showing off the impressive peaks of her 18-inch biceps. Kelly slipped her shades into a pocket. "You just gotta keep working for it!" she said excitedly, showing off as encouragingly as she could manage.

Kelly whipped the poncho off and leaned over the fence and showed off her massive, shredded arm, curling her powerfully sculpted forearm up and peaking the shredded, split peak of her massive, bulging biceps.

"Like this?" The 27.5-inch circumference shuddered with power, a webwork of subtle veins scrawling thicker over the mound of dense muscle with every moment she held the flex.

"Like-" the redhead turned, flinched, looked up Kelly's arm to see the enormity of her hulking chest squeezed into a dark grey vest top. She suddenly spiralled away, bursting into laughter as she covered her face with her hands. "OH MY GOD!" she laughed, blushing profusely as she giddily walked back over to Kelly.

Kelly too was chuckling to herself as she relaxed, resting her hands on her hips, blushing but proud. "But yeah, not bad!" Kelly said, nodding to the redhead's physique.

"Holy- you're Kelly Sandhurst, right?" she beamed, her face flush with embarrassment. "I'm Jane Watts, Janey Watt Muscle on all social media platforms!" she grinned, offering a hand to Kelly.

Kelly gently took Jane's hand. "Nice to meet you! I'm not on any social media stuff." She shrugged as Jane recoiled in surprise, her massive shoulders and traps lurching up by inches with Kelly's casual gesture.

"Kim Ju-Won." Said the camera woman, extending a hand. "I review stuff on my channel. Ju-Won reviews? Mostly tech and fitness products."

"Oh, cool!" Kelly replied, taking her hand.

"If I may ask, what did you do before exploding onto the scene at the newcomers event last year? I heard something about modelling, but never got around to looking you up properly." Ju-Won said, deeply impressed by Kelly's colossal size and powerful aura.

"Oh, yeah, just modelling really. Used to be for main stream clothing brands, some lingerie, but as I got fitter, I've branched into a lot of sponsorships with fitness suppliers." She decided to keep the sci-fi film part quiet. Her role as a super buff labourer turned freedom fighter on a pirate run mining colony would come out when the film did.

"Can we uh..." Jane hesitated, clearly somewhat intimidated by Kelly's hulking form. "Can we do some friendly competition stuff? It'd be great for our channels!" Jane asked giddily. 'And I want to see you use those gargantuan muscles!' she thought, desperately trying not to just grab hold of Kelly's monstrously muscular body.

Feeling Jane's eyes roving over her body, Kelly could hardly blame her. It was hard not to go wild and flex, her massive, pumpkin delts, her bulging biceps and triceps, her thick, defined pecs and jutting traps were full and menacing even at rest. Her vest top strained with each breath, her bust heaving against the soft material. The waistband of her tracksuit bottoms rode high over her hips, snug around the shredded bulges of her abs and obliques.

The loose fit of the tracksuit bottoms was a deliberate choice to help mask the bulging mass of her muscular crotch. Her massive thighs and colossal ass provided enough camouflage by their proximity that she could go about without creating too much of a scene, otherwise it was long, loose dresses and skirts or heavy coats all the way.

"Well, you'll have to go easy on me. I'm used to just bodybuilding exercises, I've never done strong events before(!)" Kelly replied with gentle sarcasm.

"Great! Uh, what do you want to start with?" Jane blurted eagerly, bouncing eagerly on her toes.

"How about the Farmer's carry thing?" Kelly replied, knowing that the exercise was well inside her wheelhouse. As much as she knew she was exceptionally strong, she trained primarily for mass, and had never worked out exactly how much that translated to strength.

Jane squealed with joy and wheeled away, running off to secure the track and the carrying weights lest anyone else jump in the way. As Kelly and Ju-Won walked over, Kelly could feel the number of eyes on her increasing quickly, her gargantuan muscles turning almost every head in sight.

"So, the professionals use 500-pound weights in each hand and walk the 25-metre course out and back three times." She ran her eyes over Kelly's massive chest. Think you could manage that?" she asked, blushing profusely.

"I'll give it a go!" Kelly replied with cheer, playfully flexing her upper body.

"Camera ready?" Jane called, already stood at the start line with a pair of weights by her feet. The long rectangular boxes almost looked like fat skis, the stout handles where the boot clasps would be. Ju-Won flicked the camera back up and gave a thumbs up, darting over to the side of the track near to Jane.

"Alright fitness fans, now we move onto the Farmer's Carry! This is a great exercise to work your whole body, building core strength and stability as you work to keep your body stable. Your arms will be burning as you keep the weight steady and stop it bumping off your legs, your forearms and hands will get worked super hard as you up the weight, and your legs need to power you up and down the course. Now you can start with anything as light as a tin of beans if you need to, but just walking up and down with weight in your hands is a great way to start getting fit."

Jane took a breath and made a heart shape with her hands. "Fitness is for everyone! You just gotta take it!"

"Now, I'm going to be doing 3 laps with a pair of 250-pound weights, with a 25-meter course, so we'll see how fast I can complete it. Brace your core, neutral spine, head up and push through your feet." She squatted down and took hold of the handles, looking back up at the camera. "And when you're ready, boss that weight!"

With a grunt, she stood up, her arms and shoulders shuddering with effort. Kelly smiled as Jane started down the track, small staccato steps tapping out in quick succession as she picked up speed. "Take small steps to limit the strain on your hip stabilisers if you're using a heavy weight!" she panted out, her muscles bulging beneath her tight-fitting one-piece.

Already sweating by the end of the track, her muscles pumping fiercely as they strained, Jane quickly slowed down. "Take the- corner at- your own pace!" Stepping around the marker spot she resumed her speedy pace tapping her way quickly back down the track.

Kelly was impressed by her work rate, but made sure to internalise the advice. After all, as a speed event rather than a conditioning exercise, she could use all the advice she could get.

On Jane's second run up the track, her breathing was ragged and sweat was pouring down her skin. "Remember! Discomfort- is good. Pain- is bad. You need- a break- take it!" she panted, her face determined, her eyes locked on the far end of the track.

Kelly felt a thrill of excitement through her core as she watched Jane's arms straining and pumping, her pecs, lats and traps all tense and swollen as they kept her steady. Even in motion she could see the definition of Jane's muscles pumping up. Ju-Won was paying similarly close attention, though she had to keep the camera steady as well.

Taking a moment to find appropriately heavy weights, Kelly took her eyes off Jane and paced over to the rack. Stood by the 500-pound weights, she looked back to see Jane round the start line again, a desperate grimace on her face. "And if..." with a grunt, she slowed to a stop and hinged over at the hips, dumping the weights to the floor with loud clangs. "If you need to pause..." she panted, grinning through her fatigue for the video. "-try to drop both weights at the same time. And not on your feet!"

She laughed, catching her breath, her powerful chest heaving in the gentle sunlight. "You don't want to go down holding just one because you'll tip over. Good way to injure yourself." She looked down, eying the steel at her feet. "And once you've caught your breath again..." she squatted, manoeuvring the weights back to sit beside her feet. "-boss that weight!" She heaved herself back up and set off once more, Ju-Won keeping steady pace beside her.

Kelly grinned and hefted the 500 pounders up, walking smoothly over to the lane beside Jane's. She placed them down quietly, enjoying the pleasing tension they caused through her arms and chest. Looking up, Jane was staggering the way back down the track, her steely muscles vibrating with effort.

"Strong to the finish!" Jane moaned, determined to cross the start line without having to stop a second time. Kelly didn't realise at the time, but Jane was desperate to try and impress her. Her muscles burning, Jane took a few extra paces after the finish line, ensuring the whole of the weights passed the whole of the line, before unceremoniously dropping them to the floor.

She let out a cry of relief, her shoulders shooting up to her ears now that they were relieved of the massive burden. Her hands cramped as her forearms bunched, swollen with lactic acid from her efforts. With a wry grin, she turned to Ju-Won to show off her phenomenal pump, her muscles throbbing with tension, her veins swollen. "Holy sweet-" she grimaced, still grinning somehow.

"And if your muscles are cramping after, try to keep them stretched, and be proud of your hustle! Good job! Be proud of that pump!" she said flexing through the burning pain o show off a flirtatious crab flex. "And get a massage if you can!" she said ruefully, gazing into Ju-Won's eyes.

At that moment, Kelly decided to step in and run her thumbs over Jane's clearly cramping forearm. Jane squeaked in surprise, quickly leaning against Kelly's considerable bulk to steady herself. "Wow... okay, so let me introduce superheavyweight bodybuilder Kelly Sandhurst! At this year's Pro-Flexpo she placed an incredible ninth in her debut event as a professional!"

Kelly giggled, plying Jane's swollen flesh with her firm fingers, surprised that other people would have her accomplishments memorised. Jane's steely flesh was nothing to Kelly's fingers, the angry tension of her powerful pump melting away beneath Kelly's touch. "Clearly someone who knows their way around a massage!" Jane complimented, torn between laughter, relief and agony at Kelly's incredible touch.

"And she's here to show us how what this looks like with the full, world's strongest load looks like! Can she even handle it!" she quipped, pulling a teasing face at Kelly as Ju-Won stepped in close to shift the camera's focus to the massive goddess.

Kelly released Jane's forearm and clasped her hands, pressing her palms powerfully together. Her shoulders, pecs and arms all shuddered, muscles straining and bulging, threatening the integrity of her vest. "Only one way to find out!" she retorted with a winning smile, her dazzling features lighting up at the challenge.

The trio laughed as Kelly turned and paced to the start line, striding dominantly into position between the huge weights. Eagerly squatting down, her massive chest out, her head on the finish line, Kelly grabbed a hold of the weights and powered to her feet. She paused to look at Jane. "Does the time start when I pick the weights up or when I walk over the line?" she asked with a knowing grin.

Jane and Ju-Won both laughed. "Go! Go, don't waste your energy!" Jane replied encouragingly.

Kelly took the time to shrug, as if the extra thousand pounds dangling from her arms was nothing, her traps heaving up to nestle against her head. Kelly leaned forward and began to walk, small steps quickly growing a little wider as she corralled the pendulous weight. Speeding down the track, her body thrumming with power, she started to lean back ready to take the tight turn... and went a good couple of metres past it. "Too fast!" she called, giggling through her deep breathing, the weight feeling incredible in her hands.

Jane was cheerleading at this point, encouraging her on as Ju-Won maintained a steady hand with the camera. Her second turn was far more precise, pathing within a few inches of her intended route.

As her body pumped, her shoulders and arms thickening with tension, she began to notice a small group of onlookers taking interest, singles and couples stopping their workouts to ogle at the spectacle that was Kelly.

On the second trip back at close to a jog, Kelly noticed a light sweat beginning to break out across her skin, her huge legs powering her forward as she spotted her turning point. 'Maybe I should get some of these for the gym.' She mused, enjoying the gentle massage of her massive quads against the outside of her rippling pussy, even as her phone bounced off her outer thigh inside her pocket.

"She's making this look easy!" Jane said, leaning in to the camera, astonished at just how strong Kelly was proving to be. Ju-Won was flushing hard as she tried to concentrate, keeping Kelly in frame as she sped up and down the course.

On the final return, Kelly grinned, eyeing the free space past the start line. With a manic burst of energy, she sped up, powering herself into a run. Both Jane and Ju-Won were left racing to catch up, astonished by the sudden turn of pace. "Stop!" Jane called, laughing with surprise.

Speeding through the finish line Kelly made sure to keep a hold of the weights, using the open area to slow herself down before turning and walking back to the start line, the weights now feeling truly heavy in her hands. "Where do you want me to put these?" she asked, an innocent smile on her dazzling features.

Jane doubled over, blushing and laughing, leaving Ju-Won to point to the weight rack. As Kelly paced over to drop her weights, Jane again addressed the camera. "Like they're nothing! That's what you can achieve if you stick with your workouts!" The camera panned quickly to show Kelly place the weights down with no more trouble than if she were placing a golf ball on the floor.

Kelly stood up and rolled her massive shoulders, the dense swells of thick, sculpted muscle feeling impossibly light without the strain of the weights pulling down through them. Letting out a soft, self-satisfied moan, Kelly paced over to the smaller couple. "So, what's next?" she asked with a grin.

Ju-Won shuddered, amazed at Kelly's might. That she was so much stronger was already awe inspiring, but Kelly's height at 5 feet ten inches meant she towered over Jane and Ju-Won by almost 4 inches.

"Could do the classic next, Atlas stones?" Jane replied eagerly, willing Kelly to join them and show off some more.

"Sounds fun!" Kelly replied, noting the growing crowd. "Let me just grab my things..."

As Kelly walked to the fence to grab her poncho and hat, Ju-Won turned to Jane, slipping a firm hand inside her elbow. "I don't think I can do this!" she whispered, her chest heaving.

Jane looked back puzzled before realising what she meant. "Oh come on, that was just... hypothetical talk between us girls. She doesn't know! Like, how many times are we gonna get to work out with a superheavyweight goddess like her?" Ju-Won blushed deeply. "If anything, you should just bite the bullet and ask her!"

"No fucking way!" Ju-Won hissed. "I'd die!"

Jane shrugged as she pulled Ju-Won with her towards the Atlas stones. "Your loss! But come on, I'll do all the other exercises, you just film. Think you can manage?"

"I... I guess." She replied, her heart pounding through her core as her nipples thrust angrily into her T-shirt.

Kelly took a few moments to check her phone as she collected her clothes from the fence. 'Still nothing from Dan? Must be a pretty intense training session.' She sighed and shook her head, walking over to her new friends as Jane finished giving her tips and tricks to the camera.

Jane stood in the sandy pit beside the pedestals, the massive stones growing larger to one end, each neatly arranged at the foot of the pedestals. She pulled her Lycra cycling shorts up high, exposing the entirety of her thick, powerful quads. She almost straddled the first of the Atlas stones, squatting down next to it as Ju-Won filmed her.

The 8 stones ranged from 400 pounds to 640 pounds, the pedestals growing lower as each stone grew larger. Jane was clearly relishing the challenge, her powerful arms pushing and pulling the 400-granite sphere in place as she psyched herself up.

Kelly's pussy quivered as Jane's glutes were exposed, the lower hem of her cycling shorts riding up as she shifted her weight in a low squat. 'Nice... cute, toned butt.' She smiled to herself, slinking closer to take in the show.

The crowd was still growing, the excitement seemingly self-sustaining. A pair of hairy men sporting large guts with their powerful frames seemed to shrink back as Kelly approached, clearly rethinking their intention to give explainers and advice to the two smaller women.

Jane suddenly let out a powerful grunt as she heaved the massive stone up, the granite weight rolling up her abs before she popped her hips powerfully. The stone hammered into the side of the pedestal, Jane using its momentum to swoop underneath and power it up with her powerful legs. Her hands planted firm underneath the stone and rolled it up, heaving over the lip before letting it roll lazily into the deep recess.

"ONE!" shouted someone in the crowd, a ripple of applause catching the audience.

Jane flashed a grin over her shoulder as she darted sideways. Dropping into a deep squat around the second stone, her arms wrapped around the massive rock. This time when she heaved, she rolled it up and let it fall, catching its mass on her shredded quads, her arms struggling a little more with the increased girth and weight of the stone.

A few slaps of her hands around the stone as she scrabbled for purchase, and she again heaved, her legs and glutes exploding with power as she rolled the stone up her chest and thrust it up towards the lip of the pedestal. Jane's pale skin was flushing redder with every breath, her muscles straining and swelling as she shifted beneath it. Her cheek against the stone, she let out a roar as she powered herself up, the stone relenting and rocking over the lip.

"TWO!" several people shouted, cheers of encouragement now accompanying a near constant round of applause.

"Go on Jane, you can do it!" Kelly called, adding her own applause to the chorus.

Jane was breathing heavily and sweating as she dropped onto the third stone, the 460-pound monster almost too big for her arms to reach around. After a dozen deep breaths, Jane let out a roar, heaving the mass of the stone up against her abs. The stone barely made it up high enough for her to get her quads underneath to support it, but she was proud to do even that.

The cheering and applause drove her on, filling her steely flesh with energy as she wiggled around and heaved at the stone, inching it to a higher position. Her thick, sculpted thighs straining, she thrust again, the massive stone bobbing up and thundering against the pedestal.

Sweat now pouring down her frame as she fought for breath, her arms strained against the mass of the unwieldly boulder, rocking it between iron pedestal and her rock-hard pecs. She was struggling with the sheer size of the stone, its circumference making it difficult to bring her power to bear.

After twenty seconds of struggle, she thrust from her hips, and the stone rolled up another foot, letting her drop quickly down underneath and brace her pec and shoulder underneath it, the weight pressing down through her chest instead of in front of it. She had to blink away sweat from her eyes as she panted, determined to get this stone up with her last effort.

After what felt like an eternity with the weight crushing down on her chest, Jane heaved one last time, powering the stone up. The gargantuan rock lurched up and then hung on the lip of the pedestal, teetering and tottering as Jane's powerful frame shuddered beneath it. With the crowd braying their support, Jane roared and powered up from through her legs, her quads shuddering as the stone finally crept up and over to the top.

"THREE!" the crowd roared in unison, much to Jane's delight. Moments later, Jane waddled unsteadily to the next stone and simply sat down on it, swiping her hand back and forth to signal she couldn't do any more.

The crowd let out a seemingly choreographed "Aww!" before resuming their applause, leaving Jane gasping with pride.

Ju-Won leaned in close and wrapped an arm around Jane, congratulating her warmly.

"First time I managed three!" Jane babbled, beaming from ear to ear. "You could have done it quicker though... maybe even managed four?" she panted, looking up at Ju-Won, tilting her head suggestively in Kelly's direction.

"Yeah right(!)" she replied, blushing. "Come on, let's get you up." She said, pulling Jane to her feet.

"And now it's Kelly's turn to show us all..." Jane had to take a pause; her breathing still ragged from her efforts, her broad chest heaving above her narrow, shredded waistline. "-how it's done!"

Ju-Won moved along the first three pedestals pulled levers on their sides. The stones Jane had crowned them with were swallowed by inbuilt mechanisms, the huge balls rolling slowly down inside the plinths and depositing them on the sandy floor in front.

"Huh... alright then..." Kelly said, impressed by the ease of which the set up was refreshed. "Let's do this!" she said with relish.

The growing crowd was getting more raucous, cheers of encouragement growing as Kelly stepped over to the first of the stones. Ju-Won stood nearby as Jane caught her breath behind, hundreds of eyes now on Kelly's rippling frame. Kelly couldn't help but flex and stretch, showing off the staggering size of her musculature, dewy with perspiration and glistening in the afternoon sun.

Squatting deep to handle the stone, her tracksuit bottoms pulled tight around her colossal legs, the shape of her massive glutes, hulking quads and bulging hamstrings revealed. Little wonder considering her thighs had measured a staggering 41 inches around the last time Dan had measured her.

Kelly focussed as she prepared to lift the first of the massive stones. Her breath deepened, swelling her bust against the rock, her feet gripping into the sand through the soles of her trainers. Her muscles tensed, bracing for action, every swollen, shredded muscle seeming to grow even more menacing and powerful.

With a moan of effort, Kelly burst to her feet, she stone easily held in her arms. She powered up and gently placed the 400-pound stone in the centre of the pedestal. 'Damn, that wasn't too bad!' she mused as the crowd roared "ONE!"

She glanced at the camera and gave a coy shrug, grinning as she stepped over to the second stone. The second went up almost as easily as the first, the difference in weight and size hardly proving any more difficult. Her bulging muscles barely challenged, she blew through the third and fourth stones with ease, the crowd cheering with each one.

The fifth stone was the first to provide any challenge, the 520-pound monster starting to challenge her grip with its unwieldly size. Rolling the rock up her abs, the boulder careened into her enormous breasts and bounced back down, catching the lip of the pedestal hard. Kelly caught the weight, her arms curled under huge sphere. Her biceps shuddering, bulging outrageously, she let out a breathy moan as she shifted her hips under the rock and prised the stone up and onto the pedestal.

Looking down at her chest, she noticed the vest had frayed a little in front of her cleavage, the impact of the boulder against her voluptuous bust apparently overtaxing the stretchy garment. 'Damn, better be careful...'

She moved to the next Atlas stone, her muscles now starting to pump, a pleasing tension thrumming through her thick muscles. As her nipples quivered, thrusting out from her firm breasts, she checked to ensure they hadn't burst free before setting her mind back to the stones. 'Top's holding for now.'

Squatting down, she felt the increase in the size of the boulder again as her arms reached to gain purchase. Her biceps and forearms ground against the rough surface of the stone, her steely biceps feeling more than a match for the mere granite.

None the less, as she hauled the mass up, she found it again slowed by the pert swells of her breasts, the technique to roll the huge stone up her abs and propel it up with her hips hindered. As her breasts bounced from the impact, she had to swing her thighs back in together to catch the boulder.

Her breath now grew heavy, the sheer size of the stone the biggest challenge, her arms straining to reach around the massive ball with her breasts in the way. Yet after a few moments of adjustment, her mighty arms clamping in together, she heaved up once more, cradling the stone up and onto her chest before standing up and placing the stone on its pedestal.

"SIX!" the crowd roared, eliciting a grin from Kelly. She flashed a glance to Ju-Won and Jane, both of them still stood close, their attention firmly ono Kelly's performance.

Jane was still cheerleading, encouraging Kelly on, although her voice was lost in the din of the crowd. Ju-Won seemed to be entirely more focussed, her own muscular physique tense as she hunched over the camera, moving very slowly and deliberately.

Kelly advanced on the seventh stone with a determined smirk. Standing over it, her legs wide, she imagined stuffing the huge ball between her massive thighs and seeing which was truly harder. Her pussy quivered as she saw the stone shatter between her hulking thighs, her shredded, rippling quads decorated with puny crumbs of granite.

Her core trembling with anticipation, she shook her head and crouched down around the 610-pound monster. Her inner thighs resting against the sphere, her bust squashed into its surface as she wrapped her rippling arms around it. Sweat beginning to bead down her chest and arms, she clamped her arms tightly, her arms flexing and peaking, her pecs bulging to push her bust against the stone harder still.

With a deep grunt, she rolled the stone up, pulling her chest back to stop the stone catching on her breasts. It soared up, her arms quickly shifting beneath the stone to cradle it better, the huge mass now clamped between her thick pecs, huge breasts and hulking arms. She felt a thrill of arousal shudder through her chest, the pressure pushing against her and the strength throbbing through her spurring her on to drive her legs up to standing.

Breathing hard, she shuffled forward and found the bottom of the pedestal with her feet before tipping her massive chest forward. The boulder ground down her swollen cleavage, even as her arms strained to slow its descent onto the pedestal, her lower bust pressed firmly into the lip of the plinth by the huge boulders passing.

"SEVEN!" the crowd roared in appreciation. Both Jane and Ju-Won were amazed at the feat, knowing full well that many competitors in World's strongest contests struggled to complete as many.

Kelly panted, sparing another glance to her chest and the frayed material stretched across her cleavage. 'You can take one more, right?' she mused, lapping up the crowd's applause.

She took a few moments to breathe before stepping over to the last of the boulders, it's girth and weight imposing.

Almost straddling the beast as she loomed over it, she pumped her pussy, her muscular sheath flexing a dominant display only that she would know. Her body shuddered with energy as adrenaline thundered through her flesh, her muscles swelling with power, veins scrawling thicker as blood surged through her body.

In her thigh pocket, her phone vibrated and beeped. She barely noticed it over the din and thunderous throbbing of her muscle. 'Great timing... Let me get back to you.'

She swooped down, thrusting her chest into the ball, dominantly shoving her bust into the stone as if to show it who was in charge. Her inner thighs buffeted the stone as she ground her feet into the sand, the solid mass of her hulking inner thighs beating a rhythm against it. Her palms and fingers clenched tight as she pressed her chest forward, her straining biceps and sculpted forearms crushing against the stone to gain purchase.

Kelly heaved, her roar carrying across half the beach. 640 pounds of granite lurched up high enough for her to swing her colossal thighs in and catch the cumbersome mass. The crowd cheering redoubling, Kelly grinned madly, her body throbbing with power, her arms shifting further under the stone to rebalance the load.

As she flexed and tensed her upper body, she found the sensation of her bust being caught between the boulder and her steely muscles somewhat exhilarating. That she was strong enough to manage the massive weight, it's crushing pressure simply absorbed by even her bust spiked her arousal, a new wave of adrenaline thundering through her flesh, supercharging her already pumped and throbbing muscles.

As her massive legs exploded, heaving her body up, she thrust her chest up, further pressing her bust into the stone. With a carnal roar, a display of her dominance and strength, she snatched her hands underneath the giant boulder and balanced the weight in her hands, suddenly pressing the Atlas stone above her head.

Her triceps exploded as her lats swept out unfathomably wide. Her rippling deltoids shuddered, angry knots of shredded mass encroaching on her ears. Her pecs clenched tight to stabilise her massive arms, swelling thicker still as they drew her pert, swollen breasts up. The crowd whooped and cheered as she shuffled a foot closer to the pedestal before she lowered the massive stone down, letting it bounce harmlessly off her rippling chest on the way down to the pedestal.

The noise of the crowd was wild as Kelly turned and rested an elbow on the plinth, her body still throbbing with tension and energy as she leaned against it. She grinned, fanning her face with her free hand, sweat now rolling down her shredded, swollen frame. "Phew!" she remarked, though the comment was lost in the din.

"That was incredible!" Jane cried, stepping in close to squeeze Kelly's globular shoulder. The time was terrible thanks to Kelly's poor technique, but that she had managed to place all eight of the stones, even with the hindrance of her mammoth bust was truly impressive.

"Not bad for a first attempt then, right?" Kelly laughed back, her breathing still deep and fast.

Jane laughed, her hand slipping around Kelly's huge back to rub her massive lat. "I can't believe you just did that! You're an absolute titan!" Kelly grinned, accepting the compliment with a tilt of her head. "Hey, let's take a quick break before we do another exercise."

"Oh, let me just check something..." Kelly replied, pushing herself back fully upright and snatching her phone from her pocket.

She unlocked her phone and opened her messages, seeing a new item from Dan.

'Hey Lovely! Running a little late with the client, but I will be back at the hotel in time for our dinner date. Get yourself a drink at the bar and I'll come join you once I've cleaned myself up. 8PM, no later, I promise!

Love Dan.'

She smiled, her heart fluttering. She replied with a quick message.

'Will do. Love you too. XXX'

She turned her head back to Jane and Ju-Won, the pair whispering conspiratorially with one another. A wistful smile on her face, Kelly explained; "Sorry ladies, I've gotta go. But this has been really fun! We should do this again sometime!" she glanced back down at her top, and noticed that the frayed material was now riddled with little tears, new strands and seams pinging open with every breath of her swollen, engorged chest. "And I need to see if I can salvage my top. You have any tape or anything I could use to keep this vest together?" she asked with a wry smile.

Ju-Won looked crestfallen as Jane stepped closer. "Uh, yeah, I think so. You want to pop into the shower block for a minute for a little privacy?" she asked quickly. Kelly nodded and Jane turned to snatch up her bag of supplies.

Kelly waltzed over to put on her hat and draped the poncho over her shoulder and chest. Hey frayed apparel concealed, she quickly caught up with the couple who were linked arm in arm and escorted them to the shower block.

"I'm pretty sure I have some tape in here that can hold your top together." Jane said as the three of them walked into the changing room. She dumped her backpack onto the counter and started rifling through the contents, the clattering of equipment echoing in the empty room.

"Thank you. Oh, shall I put my number in your phone?" Kelly said to Ju-Won.

Her breath caught in her throat as she tried to reply. "Sure thing!" A moment later, she fumbled her phone from her pocket and gave it gingerly to Kelly. As Jane peered in to her bag deeper and deeper, Kelly added her details to Ju-Won's phone. "Thanks!" Ju-Won added, her powerful frame stood coyly, almost nervous.

"Ah, here it is!" Jane said proudly, producing a roll of gaudy medical tape. "Hope it holds well enough to keep all of you contained!" Jane joked; eying Kelly's heaving bust.

Kelly giggled. "Me too! But I've got the poncho if it doesn't." She turned her head and picked a spot on the shelf running along the wall. "Excuse me for a minute..." she said with a grin, pacing over to the corner, dropping her hat and poncho and carefully slipping her vest off over her massive chest.

Setting to work with the tape, Kelly laid the vest on the shelf and began tearing off pieces of tape with her teeth. As she lined up the tape, she could hear the two women whispering to each other, some tension in their voices.

She took her time to line up the patches of tape, her ears pricked up and straining to make out the conversation. By the time the she'd made her 'repairs' and eased her top back on, she was grinning.

"Hey, that looks like it'll hold!" Jane said, placing her hands on her hips, her muscles shifting pleasingly beneath her skin. Kelly could see the forced smile as Jane tried to distract from Ju-Won.

"Yeah, thanks! Much appreciated." Kelly said, handing back the tape to Jane. Immediately, she looked at Ju-Won. "But what was it you wanted to ask me?"

Ju-Won's eyes shot wide, her already flushed cheeks growing redder. "N- nothing! I didn't- I don't- Nothing. Nothing!" She cringed, as if trying to shrink into herself. Jane tensed up, almost afraid to interfere.

Kelly reached out a hand, her massive arm rippling softly as she tenderly placed a finger under Ju-Won's delicate chin, bringing her face up. Kelly's gaze was soft and understanding, but unwavering. With an encouraging smile, Kelly softly uttered, "What did you want to ask me?"

As Kelly's hand fell away, Ju-Won was lost in her gaze. "I... I just... uh..."

Kelly giggled, her chest jiggling. "Was it..." she raised her palms to her waist, slipping her thumbs inside the waistband of her track pants, before pulling the hem line down past her crotch. "-about this?"

Jane and Ju-Won stood motionless, jaws slack as Kelly revealed the soft white panties stretched about her hulking pussy. Ju-Won began to tremble bodily, her breath trembling in and out of her powerful chest. Kelly saw her nipples thrust out harder against her t-shirt, her muscles twitching and tensing involuntarily.

With a knowing grin, Kelly flexed, every muscle on her body bulging harder, bigger, veins thickening, definition shredded across her skin... her pussy included.

Ju-Won squeaked, her head flicking away as she stared determinedly into the ceiling. Her hips bucking backwards, she grabbed her upper thighs. "No, oh f-, no, no no..." Her hands clenched tight as she squeezed her powerful thighs over each other, her body shaking with energy.

Kelly released her waistband. "Jane, towel?" she said, pulling the redhead from her reverie.

As Jane snapped to, she yanked a towel from her bag, a shower of other items fired loose in its wake. Jane wrapped an arm around Ju-Won's lower back and stuffed the towel into her panties. A moment later and Ju-Won let out a loud, carnal moan as she gave into her carnal arousal. Her body shuddered with power, her thick, taut muscles flexing as her tight pussy spurted onto the towel.

"You okay babe?" Jane asked, soothingly, her own arousal soaring as she held her euphoric lover.

"Oh... oh fucking... fuck... I've never been s-so fucking embarrassed in my life!" Ju-Won hissed, cringing for all her worth as her orgasm shuddered deep through her core.

A moment later, Kelly was pressed against her, massive arms cocooning her powerful, slender frame. Ju-Won looked up, stunned and ashamed, but felt only compassion from Kelly's soft smile returned to her. Kelly craned her head down and pressed a soft kiss onto Ju-Won's cheek. "I'm flattered you think so much of me!" she whispered back.

Holding her gaze for a few seconds, Kelly turned to Jane and scooped her in close, pressing a tender kiss onto Jane's cheek as well. "But you didn't answer me." She said, her gaze returning to Ju-Won. "Was it my pussy you wanted to ask about?" Kelly said, voicing the word as if to give her permission to use it herself.

Seconds passed before Ju-Won nodded her head. "Yeah... I just... I..." she clenched her teeth and eyes shut for a second, angry at her own timidity. She stood up straight, grabbing the towel and holding it firmly against her crotch. "Okay. So, here's the question..."

Kelly leaned back to give her space, her smile open and inviting.

"What the fuck?!? How the what the how the what..." she paused to shake her head. "How the fuck is your pussy so fucking huge?!? I mean fuck! You're so utterly huge! And your boobs! And fucking hell you're so pretty and now you're fucking kind and sweet and understanding and how the ever-loving fuck is your pussy so mind-fuckingly huge?!?"

She paused, embarrassed again by her little tirade. "Sorry, that was a lot..."

Kelly giggled amicably, her smile wide across her divine features. "The same way I built this!" Kelly replied softly, raising her arm to flex her colossal biceps.

Ju-Won looked at the seething, rippling mass in a stupor. "You curl with your puss... oh shit..." she turned away, stuffing the towel harder against her crotch as she hit orgasm at the though of such powerful, intimate muscles. Groaning through her pleasure, she forced out a question. "How can you c-curl anything w-with your pussy?" she looked up bewildered, her own muscles flexing and trembling with lusting energy.

"No, no, progressive overload!" Kelly sang back, beaming with pride.

Jane and Ju-Won shared a puzzled look. "How?" they asked simultaneously.

"Okay, so, it's all just essentially squeezing. The best way I've heard to train as a total beginner and learn the motion is uh..." she flicked her dark, brown hair, picking her words carefully. "-juicing a cucumber."

She let the statement hang in the air as the two smaller women blushed profusely.

"You start with just learning to squeeze. Literally do a few sets of tensing yourself around it, then take the time to rest and recover like you would with any other muscle group." Jane shuddered at the thought, her breathing becoming ragged. "And as you build up the muscles over the weeks, your pussy getting stronger, the cucumber will start to give. As you build up to the point where you can juice the whole thing in about ten seconds, you'll have the movement and form right."

Jane snatched the other end of the towel and pressed herself against Ju-Won, stifling a shuddering moan as she too passed the edge, drenching the other side of the towel with her offering. "Fuck... okay, yeah, I'm getting why you find this such a turn on now." She cooed into Ju-Won's ear, her legs quivering with the towel stuffed against her crotch.

"From there, whether you move on to sex toys, or you have a gentleman friend..." Kelly paused again, thoughts of Dan rushing through her mind. "-work on the same type of squeezing. Do sets, go to failure, challenge yourself and then treat yourself to the same recovery that you'd give every other muscle.

"You have guys you've... done that to?" Jane asked, puzzled, straining to keep a wince off her face.

With a giggle, Kelly explained "No injuries! If you start at the same time, you can keep pace with each other. His cock can grow from the stresses you apply, making him bigger and stronger just as your pussy grows! Mutually beneficial growth and a whole lot of fun!" she grinned, her massive chest heaving lustily.

"Good god, how big of a cock does he have now?" Jane asked, her eyes boggling as she stared at Kelly's crotch. "It must be the size of my thigh!"

Ju-Won cringed, and shuddered, another orgasm hitting at the mere thought of Kelly's otherworldly sexual prowess.

Kelly paced forwards, gently rubbing both women's backs. "No." She held Jane's arm gently at the elbow, softly wrapping her palm around Jane's hand to make a fist. Looking up the sculpted length of Jane's forearm, holding it between her hands, she nodded. "Not a bad approximation..." she intoned.

Jane came immediately, snatching a hold of Kelly's hand to steady herself.

"And it's him I'm going to dinner with tonight, so I hope you'll understand if I leave you ladies for today? Not that I'm sure we couldn't have a heap of fun ourselves?" She saw the look in Ju-Won's eyes, desperate, lusting disappointment, yet understanding. "Just perhaps... another day?" she said with a smile. "You've got my number, yes?" she said teasingly.

Ju-Won nodded vigorously, her hand slapping to her thigh to check she still had her phone.

"Then send me a message tomorrow. I'll call you back once I've checked my schedule. I'm pretty busy for the next few months, but we'll work something out, alright?" she said, an idea forming in her mind. "But in the meantime, if you ever need some inspiration..." She stepped back and drew her arms up, showing off a colossal double biceps pose.

Jane and Ju-Won both whimpered at the sight.

The sculpted masses of her thick, shapely forearms, the jutting swells of her huge triceps, the towering split peaks of her bulging, vascular biceps. Her massive 67-inch chest that supported her impossibly pert, H cup breasts now made the tape on her vest peel and stretch. Her gargantuan traps and deltoids encroached around her stunning features, perched above the shuddering shelf of thick pectoral muscle.

Her waist rippled with power, her shredded abs and obliques exploded from the shade beneath her huge bust, their every line and cut separation seemingly drawing the eye down to the powerful mound of her crotch. Even the sheer size of her massive legs belied their unfathomable power, the solid, shapely mass of her hulking quads, hamstrings, glutes and calves giving her an overwhelming aura of strength and femininity.

As the tape burst off her vest, some of the tears grew wider. Kelly relaxed and cupped her bust. "Damn... I guess it'll be the poncho after all!" she said with a mischievous grin.

She grabbed it off the side and whipped it over her head, adding her hat afterwards. Passing the intertwined couple, she gave them each a quick kiss as she bid them farewell. Striding off through the remnants of the crowd, Kelly was looking forward to a nice, romantic evening with her boyfriend. 'Bet he'll love hearing about this!'

As Jane and Ju-Won stood in a post coital mess, semi dressed, embracing each other tenderly, Jane voiced the thought on both their minds; "Where's the nearest place we can pick up cucumbers?"



...


The gym fell quiet for a few minutes, the two most muscular women in the world catching their collective breath.

Michelle sat on the floor, her breathing the calmer of the pair. The beach towel draped across her thigh was damp with sweat, and would need changing for a fresh one soon. Her right leg lay crooked, her ankle twisted back to nestle against the inner thigh of her left leg, one hand kept straight to brace her weight against.

Her bare skin glistened under the spotlights overhead, the evening sun dipping towards the horizon. Her body was still pumped after an intense circuit, her efforts spurred to new heights by Suzanne's demands and the extra push that came from their new toy. Her truly colossal muscles were still taut and pumped, despite the impromptu massage Suzanne had lavished her flesh with.

Her chest heaving, she caressed her thigh, her fingers bouncing over the shredded ridges of her corded quads, the thick veins wriggling up over her body pulsing. She loved the sheer size and mass of her body, losing herself for a few moments, affectionately caressing her 52-inch thigh.

She teased at the heaving strapping now tight around the top of her thigh, the base of the massive cock stuff inside her shifting as she pulled, her pussy reflexively flexing in response. As she let her hulking cunt chew on the girthy toy, she moaned erotically, the bloated, bulging mass of her hulking sheath pumping thicker and tighter around the massive dildo.

"Enjoying yourself?"

Michelle looked up at her lover and grinned. "Very much!"

Suzanne chuckled, sweat still pouring down her frame. Her current pump would have been the envy of almost any competition ready bodybuilder. Wicked veins snaked thick over her flesh, every muscle and sinew on her frame bulging out with shocking definition. Even Michelle felt a pang of jealousy at the exquisite conditioning of Suzanne's gargantuan muscles.

As Suzanne rolled her mighty shoulders and shook out her rippling arms, Michelle gazed lovingly up at her. Sat on the floor behind her, Suzanne's massive back seemed to loom even larger than normal, the unreal breadth of her 71-inch chest in stark contrast to the tight, shredded waistline beneath, the V-taper of her powerful frame only matched by the exquisite widening of her powerful, feminine hips.

Michelle reached a hand forward and placed her palm onto the inside of Suzanne's massive thigh. "Ready for the next set?" she cooed; her eyes locked on the base of the other dildo poking out from Suzanne's tight, muscular cunt.

Suzanne snarled, challenging her body to perk up. Her body ached, already a couple of hours into the workout. She tapped her shins against the bar by her bare feet, the 1500-pound weight scarcely moving. Eying her reflection in the wall mirror a few metres ahead, she flexed confrontationally, as if challenging another version of herself.

She caressed her breasts erotically, her hips squirming around the massive cock inside her. Spiking her arousal, her pulse quickening, she hinged over and slapped her hands around the thick bar, rolling it firmly against her shins. "Ready!" she hissed, furiously glaring at her reflection, determined to somehow shred her hulking muscles more than her mirror image.

Michelle reached up and took a hold of the base, starting slowly, but rapidly speeding up as she pumped the huge, purple cock like a piston inside Suzanne's flexing, shuddering sheath.

Trying to stay still, Suzanne rutted her hips against the motion, her cunt flexing tightly as she tried to resist the cock's thunderous motion, demanding her pussy flex harder, shred more, pump up and grow bigger. "Fuck, you are rough!" she snarled, carnal euphoria building to a crescendo.

One of Michelle's massive arms pumping the cock inside Suzanne, she raised the other and gazed at Suzanne reflection. Pumping her massive arm, flaunting the colossal, shredded muscles that adorned it, she retorted simply, "You're surprised?"

As Suzanne crested, her hips thrust back, her nipples throbbing from her pert breasts, she pulled herself into perfect form for her set of deadlifts. As her pussy finally unleased a massive gushing torrent of come over Michelle's working arm, Suzanne roared and heaved the barbell up.

Spurred on by the orgasmic energy thundering through her core, Suzanne began cranking out rep after rep, bellowing her carnal dominance and physical strength. The massive cock filling her flexing cunt stimulated her to new heights, adrenaline thundering through her swollen, bulging muscles.

Smashing through the reps, her massive thighs and gargantuan glutes burning, she smiled through the pain and pleasure. Even Dan's enormous member didn't fill her like this, and she didn't have to adjust her stance to accommodate his body, only Michelle's massive arm. She ignored the fact that for as hard as this steel cored neoprene treat was, Dan's shaft was still harder, and his pulse thundering inside her most intimate flesh was a treat that no toy could ever seemingly match...

The count was irrelevant, only the burn. The pain of the shred, the intensity of the pump. Massive tensions shuddered through her body from head to toe as she cranked out rep after rep. With every rep more sweat poured down her frame, every vein scrawled thicker, every muscle swelled and pumped and flexed back even harder. Her pussy squirted her juices around the thick shat, drenching her thighs, the floor and Michelle's rippling arm.

More than thirty reps in, Suzanne began to slow, each rep stalling for a moment longer before the bar lurched up past her knees. After a fifth slowing rep, Michelle paused her pistoning action and piped up loudly; "If you're set's done then I guess you don't need this!"

As Suzanne locked her legs at the top of the rep, she felt Michelle shifting her weight onto the base of the cock, pulling down hard. Suzanne snarled with fury, her cunt redoubling its crushing flex as she railed against Michelle's teasing.

Her roars turned to screams as she pushed herself on, the intensity of her orgasm spiking as her intimate flesh flexed harder still, her muscles responding in kind and pumping larger still. The next rep was faster, smoother, her body dominating the massive barbell. The next deadlift faster still, she screaming euphoria supercharging her body despite Michelle's extra weight now being supported by Suzanne's thick, swollen, flexing pussy.

A dozen reps later, the ecstasy finally outweighed by her agonising fatigue, Suzanne wrenched the barbell up, cleaning the bar to her chest. Striding forwards, her pussy still cinched tight around the cock, Michelle let go, taken aback by the sudden movement.

Glaring at her reflection, Suzanne squatted down and jerked the barbell overhead, her massive arms powering the weight above her head as she bellowed a primal, dominant cry.

Michelle giggled as she looked up having steadied herself on the floor. "Very nice!" she giggled, lusting over the perfect vision of Suzanne's flexing, shuddering form.

Come still spattering down her inner thighs, sweat pouring down her flawless skin, Suzanne let out a series of feminine grunts as she brought the weight down. First to her hips, then hinging at the waist to deposit the bar on the floor. Without skipping a beat, she turned and paced over to Michelle to almost straddle her.

As Michelle looked up at Suzanne, she was treated to a gargantuan crab flex, Suzanne shoving her hulking pussy into Michelle's face as she let out an orgasmic, breathy moan. The insane pump of her muscles, the throbbing veins, the pulsing, twitching, glistening flesh quaking inches from her, Michelle grinned up approvingly. "Very nice indeed!"

When Suzanne finally relented, her muscles so pumped she could barely drop her hands to her sides, she crunched her waist down, reaching for her thick, muscular lips with her hands. Massaging her pussy, she eased her knees wide and pushed her crotch forwards.

"Now I'm finished with it!"

Michelle giggled, loving how seriously Suzanne took things sometimes. "My thanks good lady!" she cooed before leaning forwards and planting a kiss on Suzanne's juicy, trembling clit.

As Suzanne shuddered at the unexpected sucking kiss on her clit, Michelle prised the massive cock quickly out from her trembling sheath. The blond goddess staggered back, pawing at her crotch as she regained her senses.

Her head back and eyes closed, Suzanne massaged the thick, muscular lips of her cunt. Soothing and delighting in equal measure, Suzanne wasn't sure she'd ever catch up with Michelle... or even Kelly for that matter. The rate at which Kelly in particular seemed to be growing was astonishing, even in this age of outrageous growth.

Since they had met, Kelly had always had a stronger pussy than Suzanne, but at this point she had grown to accept it. Her own growth was as impressive as the rest of her physique, but she'd never give up chasing being the biggest and the strongest.

Grinning a wry smile, she lovingly teased her clit, flexing her thickly muscled cunt tightly closed. "Every day a little bigger!" she whispered to herself. "Every day a little stronger!" She was truly proud of her body again, and excited to see how big she could truly get.

A loud clack drew her attention up. She smiled at Michelle, seeing the double ended dildo reconnected, Suzanne's half of the toy throbbing up from Michelle pussy. Michelle began flexing and pumping her pussy, making the enormous cock bob around.

With a flirtatious display of flexing and posing, Michelle danced back towards the seated row machine. "Now if you want me inside you..." Michelle snatched up the lube from a bench and squirted a thick line of it up the length of the neoprene shaft. "Then you'll have to work for it..." she said, tossing the lube aside and massaging the slippery gel up and down the length of the dildo. As she raised and flexed her arms, waving her hips around, she danced erotically back, enticing Suzanne over.

As she turned towards the seated row machine, the end of the massive cock smashed against the support stand of the dip station, a loud metal peal sounding through the gym and vibrating up inside Michelle's hulking cunt.

Both women burst into laughter, Michelle doubling over in shock and grabbing at her crotch, enjoying the strange, pleasing sensation vibrating through the steel core within her. "I swear, that's like the third time I've whacked this thing on something!" Michelle laughed. "How the hell has Dan not destroyed this place?"

"You need me to kiss it better?" Suzanne asked, appearing at Michelle's side to stroke her appendage. Hey giggled together. "Lots of practise, I guess. Plus, I bet he did it exactly once and never again." Suzanne cooed, leaning against her massive lover.

They shared a brief moment together, smiling into each other's eyes. "You want me cowgirl or reverse?" Michelle cooed, bringing their focus back to the workout.

Suzanne frowned with faux indignation. "Reverse, of course! How else are you going to worship my lats as I shred them to pieces?"

The pair broke, giggling with excitement. Michelle stepped over to the machine and sat down on the massively lowered seat. Hooking her feet around the base of the machine, she leaned back, the cock swinging up right to present her powerful hips and the massive dildo for Suzanne to straddle.

From her horizontal position, Michelle ushered Suzanne over, eager to have Suzanne swallow the cock and start her next set. Suzanne eagerly complied, standing by Michelle's side before swinging a leg over to straddle her waist. Her body still dripping, glistening with sweat and juices, she pushed her hips forward, splitting her muscular lips with the bulbous tip of the cock.

Slipping her hands behind her head, mimicking an ab and thigh pose, she heaved her abdomen down, her hulking legs splaying wide as she enveloped the cock in a single, smooth motion. As her crotch bumped into the base of the cock, Suzanne's body shuddered with lust, her muscles flexing intensely. Suzanne allowed herself to cinch her waist, her shredded core crushing around the neoprene inside her, the deep cleavage between her thick pecs careening into the padding of the seated row machine.

As she began to rut her hips, building herself towards the massive orgasm that would drive her through the set, she felt Michelle's hands massaging across her back and around her adonis belt. The sensual stimulation drove Suzanne wild, her tired, aching flesh coming alive beneath her lover's caress.

"You've got this Suze!"

Suzanne kept grinding her hips for a few seconds... then stopped.

"What's up?" Michell asked quickly, sitting up to support Suzanne's back, her massive arms wrapping around Suzanne's waist.

Suzanne leaned back, placing her hands lovingly over Michelle's. She craned her head back over a hulking shoulder, looking at Michelle from the corner of her eye. "I love you!" she whispered.

Michelle smiled, her dazzling face all warmth and affection. "I love you too Suze!" she cooed back, hugging the Valkyrie tightly.

They paused for long seconds, Michelle craning her head up as far as her colossal bust would allow and pecked dozens of soft kisses across as much of Suzanne's jutting, sweat-drenched lats as she could reach.

"But I am going to get bigger than you!" Suzanne teased. "I don't care how long it takes, or how big you get, I'm gonna get so big and strong and sexy you won't be able to even look at me without coming!" she said, spreading her lats wide and flexing her back for Michelle's pleasure.

"Oh really! Well, you better get pumping then huh! Lotta catching up to do!" Michelle teased back, flexing her biceps in return.

Suzanne laughed and sat up, reaching for the handles as she resumed her rutting. 'Every day a little bigger...'

She spread her legs wide, flexing and tensing her quads and glutes, her abs and obliques squirming around her powerful core. 'Every day a little stronger...'

Riding the enormous dildo, she began tensing her massive pecs, bouncing her swollen breasts, flexing her huge shoulders, bulging biceps, giant lats, pumping herself up as she neared another apocalyptic orgasm.

'And I will be the biggest again!'


...


Gentle music, wavering and whimsical, carried across the atrium of the hotel. Gentle chatter wafted over the polished marble floors, the steady patter of high heels tapping and echoing out of sync with the pianist doing little to diminish the refined atmosphere.

The in-house bar sat beside the restaurant, delicious smells drifting from the kitchen mixing with the floral arrangements artfully placed throughout. Dark woods lined the walls, a plush arrangement of fine furniture encircling gilded tables. The patronage

The scattered patrons suddenly fell into a hush. Kelly had arrived.

She was a vision of beauty. She had opted for kitten heels, the majority of high heels being unable to support a woman of such powerful stature. Even with only a slight heel, her exposed calves peaked powerfully.

Her powerful thighs swelled out of the rising side slits, the silken material undulating in elegant, waves with every stride. The neckline of the onyx dress was perfectly tailored to her form, elegantly hugging and accentuating every ounce of toned, rippling flesh. Her cleavage was on full display, the chest of the dress pulled up tight by the straps, tied around the back of her neck in an elegant bow.

Her upper back and chest were unashamedly bare, only a delicate necklace and earrings added to accessorise her might. Her shoulders heaved out from her massive torso, her strength clearly and proudly flaunted. The rippling cords of muscle bulging from her arms were, for the time being, relaxed and smooth, their definition dimmed by her relaxed state.

Only her watch and a slender black bracelet adorned her wrist, a small clutch bag in hand that she knew would slip under her bust without spoiling the shape of her dress. She brushed her abs through the dress, the hourglass shape of waist exaggerating the phenomenal V-taper of her massive chest.

Her makeup was, as ever, subtle. Naturally beautiful, the delicate touches of eye shadow and lip goss only served to highlight what was already there. Her hair was tied up into a ponytail, all the better to show off her traps and shoulders.

It felt good.

She ignored the sudden silence that had preceded her through the halls of the hotel, and walked elegantly up to the bar, testing the sturdiness of the high stool before entrusting her weight to it.

"Good evening, madam! What can I get for you?" the bartender asked.

Kelly flashed the room key card. "Uh, strawberry daiquiri, double the rum please? Room ten-oh-six."

He peered at the room card. "Ten oh six, strawberry daiquiri, double the rum. Any thing else I can get you?" he asked cheerfully.

"No thank you!" Kelly said with a smile, impressed at his ability to keep his eyes on hers.

"Coming right up!" he confirmed, turning away to mix her drink.

Kelly swivelled on the stool, casting her gaze about the bar. It always made her smile when she found herself in places like this, the other patrons cowering from her sight as if she were the eye of Sauron. A few of the guests didn't shy away, a few even returning smiles and nods of appreciation.

Within moments, and older gentleman approached her, his white beard and glasses giving his face the features his balding head seemed to lack. 'Wonder what this is about...'

"Pardon me miss... forgive me if I'm out of place, but my daughter is a fitness enthusiast, looking to get into bodybuilding and such. She's a big fan of you bodybuilder types and she likes to collect autographs... Would you perchance be willing to sign the autograph book she asks us to carry everywhere?" He said, producing a pen and a small, hardback handbook.

"Oh, by us, that's me and my wife Diedre, in the corner, hiding behind the flowers with the curly hair." He leaned in close. "She's never understood the appeal, but what won't a father do for his daughter, eh?" He chuckled, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Of course. What's her name" Kelly asked, taking the pen and book from him.

"Samantha."

Kelly opened the book, flipping through to find the first empty page. A few of the signatures she recognised.

'Dear Samantha,

best wishes for your fitness journey where ever it may lead,

Kelly Sandhurst.'

"Oh, that's marvellous! Thank you so much, uh, have a delightful evening!" he said, accepting the items back and slipping them in his pocket.

Kelly giggled as he waddled back to his table to sit with his wife.

"Strawberry daiquiri, double the rum." The gentle clink of glass on marble accompanied the bartender as he appeared with her drink. "Anything else just flag me down!" he said with a smile.

"Lovely, thank you!"

As he paced away down the bar, she took a long, slow sip of the drink, a soft moan slipping from her lips as she savoured the sweet flavour. With a sigh, she relaxed, her muscles mostly recovered from her play time on the beach.

She allowed herself to day dream, gently sipping at her drink as she imagined all the fun things she could get up to with a pair of cute, muscular hotties like Jane and Ju-Won. As her thoughts began to turn to lusting carnal desires, she snapped herself out of her reverie, reminding herself that she was with company, and no matter how comfortable she was with her ravenous libido, it wouldn't do to start sharing it in public.

Checking her watch, she heard the patter of shoes behind her. "Did I make it?" Dan asked, smoothing his shirt down his front. He looked great in his suit.

Kelly turned and grinned, standing up from her seat to wrap her arms around his broad, powerful shoulders. "A minute to spare!" They kissed tenderly, a loving look shared between them.

"Shall we go eat?" he asked, his cheeks flush.

"Yep! Ooh!" Kelly turned and downed the remainder of her drink, toasting the bartender with the empty glass before placing it back on the counter."

They held hands as they walked over to the restaurant, Dan's hand a little sweaty. "Good run down, was it?"

"You know me, never break a promise..." Dan quipped back, his voice wavering. "Just glad to have made it on time."

The maître d' looked up from the desk as they approached the restaurant. "Ah, Dan and Kelly? Welcome back. I have your table reservation, please, follow me!" he said, with gusto, flamboyantly leading them to a secluded table.

"I wonder how many names he has to remember day in day out." Kelly whispered as her seat was pulled out for her.

"Well, we're not exactly a hard couple to remember." Dan whispered back.

The couple sat and placed their napkins on their laps, the maître d' turning and offered them the wine menu, asking; "May I get you anything to drink?"

"Oh, could we have a bottle of champagne please? Something to compliment the meal?" Dan replied immediately, smoothing down his jacket front.

"Of course. I will be right back with your meals." The maître d' nodded, turning away and disappearing.

Kelly paused, her mouth slack. She turned to ask Dan, only to find him smiling. "I hope you don't mind, but I ordered for the both of us in advance. You see, there's a meteor shower supposed to start at about half past eight, and I know nerd stuff isn't your bag, but I thought we could get room service for dessert and maybe watch it? I bet the view from our pool would be great!"

Kelly scoffed with a smile. "Watching space rocks and ice and other garbage burn up in the upper atmosphere? Nerd!" she teased. "Hey, as long as you give me a massage while we're in the pool I'm all yours!" she said, taking a sip of her water.

"I was hoping you'd say that..." Dan replied.

"Be nice to enjoy the infinity pool... and when do we get to enjoy having an infinity pool! Or even just saying infinity pool! Try it!"

"So, you're saying we should get a pool for the house?" he said, placing a hand on hers.

"Oh my god we are so in tune!" Kelly faux gasped, giggling as she dropped the bit. "But yeah, I'd love a proper pool for the mansion... the hot tub is nice, and so is the wet room, but I like being able to just go for a proper swim every so often."

"Me too." Dan replied, his reply unusually non-conversational.

"Alright, so what'd you order us?"

"Uh, steak for me, and steak with two sides of steak for you. Should be super tender too, they cook it overnight, so it won't be as rare as you like it, but it should fall apart."

"Really? And-" Kelly started, but stopped as footsteps approached.

The server appeared with a large covered serving tray. "Good evening! I have two slow roast steaks with new potatoes and garden vegetables, extra steaks for the lady!" he stated, before revealing the two meals, one stacked with three huge, juicy steaks.

"Wow! You weren't kidding!" she said to Dan, her mouth watering at the sight of the huge amount of tender, slow cooked beef.

The maître d' reappeared with a bottle of champagne in hand. Showing it to Dan, he received a nod of the head and poured a little into Dan's flute. After Dan tasted it to the thought of, 'Yup, that's champagne.' The maître d' poured two full glasses and left the bottle in a bucket of ice on the table.

"I hope our service meets your standards for the evening. If you need anything further, please do let me know, or contact the service desk and we'll sort anything you need." He said warmly.

With that he slipped away, leaving the couple to their dinner. "How is it?" asked Dan, picking his cutlery up.

Kelly looked down; the smell of the food almost intoxicating. She thought to protest, to chat and catch up, but her stomach had other concerns. She speared the meat with her fork... only to have it fall apart. "Damn, that is insanely tender!" She scooped up the hunk of meat and put it in her mouth, the meat falling apart with just her tongue pushing at it. "Oh my-" she put a hand over her mouth demurely. "That is amazing." She almost shivered with delight.

Dan grinned and followed suit, tearing off a piece of meat and trying it. He checked his watch as he ate. "Well, here's to fine dining and fine company!" he said, lifting his glass to toast Kelly.

"To fine company." She purred back, gently clinking her glass against his.



The meal passed rather quickly and with very little chat. Dan seemed eager to get back to the room, constantly checking his watch, and Kelly was overcome with hunger, shovelling meat into her mouth.

Yet, for all the distractions, Kelly still noticed something a little off with Dan, but decided not to press him on it.



Finishing their meals and drinking the last of the champagne, Dan again checked his watch. "Twenty-five past... should be fine to walk back to the room." He seemed eager and nervous at the same time.

"Alright, alright." Kelly teased. "That was amazing steak though. You better learn how to cook that, because treating me to that just the once? Uh-uh!" She dabbed her mouth with her napkin,

Strolling out arm in arm, Dan made a sign to the maître d' that the meal was perfect, the couple wandering back casually to their room. Heads turned and voices hushed, Kelly's radiance and power humbling many into silence.

"You ever get used to that?" Dan asked softly, gazing at the love of his life.

"Hmm... kinda. Sometimes it's amazing, makes me feel powerful and sexy. Sometimes I just feel sorry for people." She shrugged, her massive shoulders bunching up before falling back.

The lift up to their floor was packed with a family, a trio of teens with tired looking parents. As such, their flirting was limited, a short, tender kiss as they held hands, waiting for the lift to finally arrive.

Stepping out of the lift, Kelly delved into her clutch bag, retrieving the room keycard. Dan followed behind, smoothing his jacket for the dozenth time. "So, we should go over my workout routine, you said the filming was gonna have some dead time?" She pushed the key card in and plucked it out unlocking the door. "I want to make sure I'm pushing myself to catch up with Michelle and Suzanne as soon as-"

Kelly stopped, looking into the room, A trail of flower petals led across the room to the balcony where dozens of candles were lit, the lighting inside soft and warm. She paced in slowly, her face lighting up as she spied the serving tray set on the table with another bottle of champagne in an ice bucket.

"Well, Mr Walker, it does appear you're trying to get me drunk!" she quipped, flashing her radiant smile over her jutting shoulder. "You bad, bad man!"

Kicking off her shoes, she followed the trail out, the petals crunching softly underfoot. As she whipped the cover off, she squeaked with delight. "Oh my god are these those protein brownies you made for my birthday?" she said in almost superspeed monotone.

Dan chuckled, taking his jacket off and laying it on his chair. "Perhaps..." he said with a smug grin.

She picked one up and took a huge bite, moaning with pleasure. "You're the best!" she said through a mouthful of sense, protein rich cake. Looking down at the rest of the tray, she was delighted to see cream, strawberries, and a selection of little chocolates.

"You look amazing!" he said softly, reclining into his seat. He took out his phone, shaking it in his hand and cocking his head to her.

Kelly sat in hers and let her hair down. "You want me to pose for some photos then?" Her hands reached up to her neck, teasing with the bow at the back. "Perhaps, a little more of... me?"

He raised a hand, "Oh no, I couldn't possibly ask you to undress for me. Let me do that... but a little posing in that dress wouldn't hurt. The perfect combination of power and grace, muscle and femininity..."

He leaned over and kissed her hand, encouraging her to strike some sultry poses. With a giggle, she began draping herself across the balcony, the table, the chair, posing to nibble at the strawberries or anything else she could think of.

He snapped photos at a slow and deliberate pace, relishing the time with her. "You know, I really am lucky to have such a wonderful, amazing partner..."

Chuckling, Kelly retorted, "You know you're quite the catch yourself!"

"It's such a wonderful journey we've been on together. From your early modelling days, to starting your fitness journey... and now? Wow... I've literally never seen anyone get so strong so fast! You're absolutely phenomenal!"

"Couldn't have done it without you!" she cooed, dipping another strawberry in cream before lifting it up to lick it clean. "You're the best motivational... performer there's ever been!" she bit and sucked at the strawberry, sucking it flirtatiously into her mouth.

"And so..." he slipped his hand around hers, giving her a long, meaningful look.

"You'll be glad to know..." he pushed his other hand into his jacket pocket and pulled something out.

"I spoke to your parents while we were visiting last month..." he brushed her hair behind her ear.

"-and got their permission..." he went down on one knee, gazing lovingly up at her.

Kelly was stunned, but beaming ear to ear, her breath catching, her chest stuttering as her emotions spiked, tears welling in her eyes.

"Kelly Elaine Sandhurst, will you and marry me?" he opened the box and presented a ring.

Kelly nodded... bursting into relieved laughter.

"Yes!" she cried, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and passionately kissing him, her back arched tightly, her butt out as she pressed her heaving breasts into his upper chest, her core and legs shuddering wildly with desire.

Gasping for air, she pulled him to his feet, presenting her hand for him to slip the ring on.

It fit perfectly.

"Oh my god, those lifting gloves, you were measuring me for the ring!" she remarked, having a lightbulb moment. "Wait, who else knew you were proposing?"

Cuddling up close to her, holding her hand as he gazed down contentedly at the ring, he answered; "Besides your parents? I think I managed to keep it a secret, even from Michelle... Suzanne might have some suspicions, but I don't know. We can tell them when you're ready."

Kissing intensely, Kelly pressing herself bodily against him, Kelly couldn't help her thoughts. "I'm really torn between saving the dress and just tearing it apart and mounting you right here and now!" she said with a lusting grin.

He caressed her arms and kissed her softly. "Let's save the dress... let me take it off for you." he said, kissing her neck and beginning to slip off her attire softly and sensuously.

"Alright, but don't keep me waiting, I want to return the favour!" she stated, toying with his shirt collar.

Dan carefully undressed her, taking his time to kiss, caress and worship every inch of her proud, magnificent body. Every mound of swollen muscle, every tight, feminine curve, from her neck to her toes. Yet he saved the best for last, his lips locking with hers to kiss her deeply and passionately.

With a glance at the brilliant ring, Kelly looked back into his eyes. "I hope you don't mind me taking a little less time to undress you?" she asked, her pulse racing, her loins aching with desire for him.

He laughed and spread his arms wide. "No objections here!"

In a few seconds, she had stripped off his clothes, a pile quickly formed at their feet on the balcony.

As his mighty cock rose to greet her, she took a hold of his bulbous tip and led him back into the bedroom. Before he could think of a witty line, she heaved his muscular 300-pound frame up and dumped him effortlessly on the bed, pouncing on top of him and pinning his wrists to the mattress beneath her hulking 385-pound frame.

Kelly paused; her eyes rolled up in thought, even as Dan's throbbing member pulsed against her shredded lower abs. "You know... I think Mrs Kelly Walker has a certain charm to it... don't you?"

"I am the luckiest person in the world!" Dan chuckled, gazing lovingly up at his future wife.

Kelly grinned back down at him. "The luckiest person? Let me give you a run for your money..." she said, curling her hips up and lining his throbbing shaft up with her hulking muscle cunt.

[RobDubya]

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