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[fitgirlfanguy]

This is by far my favourite fmg story.  I love that it's (relatively) realistic.  It's a great start, with the pre-BB Sarah and the sex on the couch scene.  The teasing out of her growth - and the teasing of David's character in him not getting to see her early progress.  It's a shame there isn' more.

there is more, two or three full chapters after this

Indeed, a legendary FMG series.  I do believe there is at least one more chapter.  If there are more, all the better!

[fitgirlfanguy]

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[HumanPersonBeing]

Luckily, though, I found the next two chapters via the Wayback Machine!

Chapter 15

I stared still, dumbfounded, at the remains of the once hefty egg on the floor next to Sarah's diminutive foot. In a bit of shock I realized, quite suddenly and out of the blue, that Sarah's toenails were painted firetruck red, and then, tracing the curve of her ankle upwards, was shocked back to reality by the unreal size of her calf muscle. A shocking, bulging swell of three to four inches on each side of her shinbone, splashed with snakelike veins a half-inch thick themselves, marked the ever marginalized line between feminine curves and thick, masculine muscle-build. Even her shinbone was encased in engorged meat.

"I don't think you fully appreciate what I've done for you, so now you're going to learn. And you're also going to appreciate this magnificent, musclebound body I've built for us," my clothesless, astonishingly muscular girlfriend continued, a smile on her face but a dangerous tone in her voice .... well, maybe not, even, but after being easily shut down by Sarah's paradigm destroying physique and accompanying strength, I was observing her closely, instinctively, knowing she could effortlessly break me in two if it came down to it. She had, of course in addition, just pulverized a good-sized marble egg with the simple closing of her fist mere moments before.

"You see, when I first suspected about your thing for muscle girls, I cried a lot, almost every night after you went to sleep. I mean, knowing my body was nowhere NEAR what you really wanted, deep down inside, knowing you were just tolerating sex with me, pretending, humoring me, while you fantasized about huge, muscular bodybuilders while having sex with my fat, disgusting body." The words stung because they were absolutely true - when I had first gotten with Sarah, she had been tight, trim, but had let herself go over our comfortable years together. It had eventually gotten so bad that closed eyes and imagined, crazily bursting female muscles were, more times than not, the last resort way to orgasm.

I listened carefully, looking my girthy Amazon girlfriend right in the eyes as she spoke - Sarah seemed unstable at best, and she had never used her muscle for intimidation before, just satisfaction. There had to be something deeper going on here, I mean, my masturbating to muscular women is what shotgunned the whole process to start with, so I didn't think it would similarly be the end of it - or me hahaha (?!). Downdraws of living out your fetish for females with championship level bodybuilder's physiques, I suppose - my reverie was broken quickly by audible and visual cues from Sarah.

"I dealt with that for weeks, David, knowing you were sickened by my beer gut, by my flabby arms, my fat, jiggly ass. We weren't even having any sex anymore, you were just jacking off every morning with your muscle movies. You FINALLY came clean to me after I confronted YOU, and then that night when we had sex while we both watched those huge bodybuilders flex and pump up, I KNEW I either had to change things somehow or I'd lose you. To some bitch with big muscles. It was just a matter of time until you eventually found one, especially with how popular the whole female muscle thing had gotten online,"

She then growled sensually, almost a loud purr, but more importantly and eye-catchingly, simultaneously flexed her bloated, quivering naked upper body into an explosive, volcanic most-muscular pose, and her already inflated chest went super-nova. Cubed blocks of liquid pec-muscle erupted, literally lifting from the top of the massive meat-melons, leaving her nipple hanging on a small afterthought sack of loose skin left underneath the boulder of massive, upward travelling beefy mound, dangling oddly and immediately drawing my eye. I felt myself hardening quickly and surely yet again below the belt at the sight of her bodacious, wanton swelling.

"So instead, I decided, while you were fucking me, that I was going to forge my body," Sarah continued, staring intensely into my eyes, which were still laser-locked in on her blocky meat-tit.

If I had blinked, I surely would have missed it as her taut skin snapped back into place, milliseconds behind her surging musculature, and her nipple now was pointing straight down to the ground, it's edge resting on the glistening, grossly distended block of one abhorrently bulging ab cube, which itself was then coated with vein-webbing at the apex of her flex. My jaw dropped open, unhinged despite my best efforts to close it, and I was instantly, supremely and quite obviously, again hard as a rock. Sarah laughed softly, upturned corners of her mouth showing her true amusement, but her eyes were wide and staring into me queerly, observing me.

"See? I know that look in your eye, David. You love me getting bigger, you WANT me more massive and jacked, I know it, YOU know it, so why all the fucking games? Well it wasn't a game to me back then - I decided that night I'd have to bulk up to BE that bitch with big muscles. I mean, that was the best sex we'd had, you were so hard and big, and lasted so incredibly long, David .... and I knew that it was the hardcore muscle-girls we were watching that did it, that got you that way, in a way I never could on my own," she carried on, her eyes now cast downward as her hands ran along the bulges of her pooched, waffled midsection, almost absentmindedly.

"Sarah, I..." I began, wanting to calm her, dissuade her, try to convince her she was plenty big as she was. Trust me, at this point I knew it was in my best interests - she was intensely pumped up, absurdly thick with strong muscles, and acting crazy. But my interruption was met with a manic gaze and widened eyes. And a terrifying muscular neck and trap eruption framing her face.

"Didn't I tell you to shut up?" Sarah hissed, cords standing out along her bulging, bullish neck. "I'll give you your turn, but for now, the muscle-girl is talking," she finished, as if scolding a child, and I fought the near uncontrollable urge to laugh at her odd finishing line, fearing what her reaction might be - my mouth thankfully did not open to drop another stupid line to fuel her anger.

"So I've built this body... this edifice, this monument. To huge female muscle, freakish bulk, bizarre size. For you. I asked you if you wanted me bigger than Bree, and you certainly didn't say no - and so far, neither has your dick, David, and YOU," she finished, flashing a heated stare at my obviously tented groin, "You and that Canadian cunt Julie have just upped the ante to grow myself to be the most colossal bitch around, seeing as you obviously aren't satisfied with how big I am now."

To demonstrate, as if any need still existed for me to become more aware of her now impossibly bulbuous physique, Sarah released her explosive most muscular and brought her arms out front and puffed up like a cobra in front of me, wickedly thick back muscles ballooning, forming rigid wings, swelling and billowing from her armpits, and doubling her width. Her arms blew up, injected with pounds of newly swollen meat with Sarah's flex, and her inches-thick pec-backed breasts rose on her ribcage, shortnening on the underside to pump further her popping, rigidly squared-off upper pectorals.

"That first day at the gym, I talked to everyone I could there about how massive I wanted to get, and fast, do whatever was necessary, no exceptions. God, I was such a newb," she continued, her eyes sparkling with amusement and a wry smile on her face.

"I bothered every gigantic weightlifter I could find, man and woman, until I think I started to piss them off - and then one of the trainers, with relief on his face, handed me off to Bree. She looked freakish to me, but I concentrated on seeing her like you would, David - gorgeous, busty, but jacked, totally roped and covered with thick muscles, cut, and only nineteen years old, all that fucking beef on a girl so young!" Sarah finished, her eyes rolling upwards a bit as I bet she was imagining her first sight of Bree, which must have stuck in her mind. I have no doubt, as the muscle-teen was stunning, both facially and then of course, her science experiment level of muscular hypertrophy.

"And like you saw, and FELT, David, she was completely clean, no juicing marks, acne, normal voice, all that, but muscular as fuck. I figured if she did it to herself, she could do it to me. Bree had been just like me, you know, started packing it on for some schmoe guy she loved, so I think she saw a bit of herself in my situation," her eyes flashed again to meet mine, as if she was seeing if her intended barb had been effective, and just as quickly flashed back down to my groin to judge the reaction there. Luckily for me, my manhood was already engorged and hard still from the simple sight of my brain-numbingly jacked girlfriend, and could not noticeably have swelled at Sarah's descriptions of Bree.

"So that's all I saw when I was training, David, was those huge fucking muscle-bitches, flexing their jacked up bodies so proudly for you, satisfying you like I couldn't, so I was gonna get more butch, more cut, more veiny, than all those cunts, get freaky huge. Bree worked me like a fucking beast, David, lifting stacks until I was screaming, crying, going beyond the pain and lifting even more. And that's how I built up my body, to be YOUR fantasy, your own personal inflatable muscle girl." Sarah literally spat the last word, a mist from her pink lips. Yet, her frowning face metamorphosed as she continued, lips curling upwards in a sly smile. She looked from arm to arm cockily, pumping her biceps with no small amount of satisfaction as they swelled to the size of canteloupes, bulging and skin-stretching atop her rocky underpinnings.

"But now I like it David. I like being a complete freak, I love being huge, hard, strong. And I know, no matter what you say, that you want me bigger. So here's how its gonna go - Nobody's gettin' bigger, more muscular - nobody. I don't care what it takes, I can't afford to lose you, and I don't think I'm going to allow that - I've put too much work into this fucking buff bod to let you just up and leave me now for some other bitch." I gulped at the thinly veiled threat, and Sarah looked me up and down blatantly from her shorter perspective, as if sizing me up, stepping in closer, her veiny bulk maddeningly close now, I could see the feathered, rippling striations in her full-pumped muscles, fibers popping to etched relief against paper-thin skin, smell her muskiness, a mix of sweat, bodyheat, and wild hormones.

"In fact, I'm getting some myostatin inhibitors tomorrow, and those are going right into this machine!" I winced a bit at the smack of her hand against the protruding baseball-ish bulges of her terrifying roid-gut. She laughed again derisively, and blew her stomach out, revelling in my discomfort. The ball of muscle swelled by inches again, ballooning to a full term pregnancy look of fiendish muscularity, and sickening veins covered the shining brickwork of her bulging, waffled stomach.

"What do you think about that, David, me putting some more mass on this little frame, bulk up with some real, hardcore muscle, get ripped, get fucking OBSCENE!" Sarah finished with a strange giggle as she released her blown-out midsection and began to crank her treetrunk arms back and forth, back and forth, willing and achieving a larger and larger hood of she-meat with each billowing pump. Her tiny hands came to rest on her hipbones, and she expanded her pyramidal back, pumping her already stuffed lats into revolting prominence, voice alternating between girlish moans and whispers of 'Oh yeah," as she expanded, thickened, widened, painstakingly slow and mere inches from my eyes.

As she continued to admire her shelf-like pecs and protruding, increasingly vein-splashed abdominal wall, I heard her whisper in a strangely quiet voice, "I asked you a question, David. Tell me what you think about me getting bigger, more ripped, more muscular - more Amazon. Answer me." If there had been any question about my girlfriend's stability, being told to shut up and then commanded to speak turned the trick for me.

"My... My...Myo-what now? Sarah, this is getting ridiculous," I protested, stutterring a bit in my intense confusion, and this finally drew Sarah's eyes from her worshipful gazing at her stomach-turning pump.

"Myostatin is what makes your body stop muscle-growth, David, so if you block that, there's nothing to stop the steroids from making you get even more huge!" Sarah finished, stopping her body-bloating posing as a look of revelation washed across her face, her almond brown eyes widening, excitement overcoming her face to replace the derision and anger. Her hands dropped to shoulder level, shaking oddly, which caused the bloated ropes of muscles in her arms to twitch and strain.

"That's it! What did that girl from your stories say, David? 'Get Bigger'? Ooohhh, yeah, that's just what we're going to do baby, just like in the stories! Bigger, thicker, pecs...." Sarah said with a sing-song voice but strangely commanding tone, and I had a feeling she was talking to me but really giving out standing orders. Displaying a grin that was wide and seemed off, like it was forced for a photo-op, she pumped her already skin-taxingly swollen, boulder-filled chest hard, wrists together, and her chest rumbled with billowing waves of moving musculature.

I subconsciously flinched from my widely smiling, horrendously ripped up girlfriend, leaning away from her flashing, wide-eyed stare, from her enthusiastic, crazed voice, even her blurted words of muscular description themselves. Sarah was as intense as I'd ever seen her, pumped up to a terrible, veiny state, her nakedness a choice but likely a necessity - in her current state of bulging, meaty bulk, even her specially bought clothes could not accomodate her abnormal, bulky physique without tear or futility.

"Huge, ripped, swole shoulders..." Sarah whispered tortuously, shifting her popping, pumpkin delts backwards, she went into another latspread pose, and God love her, and God help me, there was no stopping Sarah, her wanton lusting for bigger, more jacked, roid-raging muscles, but her intensity was beginning to be terrifying, her dedication too extreme, her wanting for enormosity deeply disturbing, but simultaneously erotically supercharging, undeniable, unignorable. Her titantic latspread complete, her eyes went from her pumpkin-shaped pecs straight down to my iron manhood, unabashedly protruding despite the cacaphony of feelings welling in me as Sarah gleefully exercised her muscular dominance.

"Wider, bulgier, VEINier, back.... I'm all in, gonna get super jacked, and you," she blurted quickly, her hands in quick, jerky motion as she continued on, eyes wide and glossy, excited in a strange way I had never witnessed before.

"You've been along the whole ride and now you don't get a vote. I realize the problem now, I was always trying to get muscular to be your dream girl - now, I know I have to actually ruin your fetish, David. I realize now that I have to take it to a point that's so extreme that it'll be only me, you'll never even find another muscle girl attractive any more, just ME. So I'm going to get fucking REVOLTING, for both of us. For the good of the relationship, I'm gonna try to max out. There has to be a point where my body just can't pack on another pound of muscle, can't expand another inch of girth, and I mean to find that, that 'critical mass' point. Be a total misfit, stuffed to the point of rupture, baby, a fucking freak of NATURE." Her smile was again genuine, wide, excited, the brown of her irises shimmering and fully encased in the whites of her eyes. My own eyes were wide too, a combination of fear, revulsion, and totality encapsulating dark lusting.

"This is the best time in my whole life to try, I'm young, obviously still growing, I'm making shitloads of money, and you - you'll be my barometer, David. You'll tell me when enough is enough, when I'm finally muscular enough where my sexuality, my attractiveness, is overcome by sheer mass, sickening volume, throbbing veins, all over my huge, totally built body. I'll be a brick shithouse beast - only when you tell me to stop will I back off, just the tiniest little bit, so that I am truly your fantasy to it's most extreme, and I'll be the most freakishly muscular girl you can stomach! I'll be the total domination of your fetish, a true alpha female, custom-built, just for you!"

"And it starts tomorrow. I'm going to move out for two weeks, and concentrate on piling on pounds. Take as much juice as Bree thinks is safe still and go all out, eat, sleep, and train. Hard. No sessions, I'll have to have some of the girls cover them. Then I'm going to come and show you what real muscle on a girl can look like,"

"Wait... the girls?" I squeaked, the words escaping my mouth before I could shut my lips around them. I cringed a bit, waiting for a sharp retort and fearing worse.

"You think I'm the only one, David? That other girls haven't talked to Bree and gotten help to get huge and ripped? Jesus, tons of girls are hitting the gyms, David, younger and younger, even more then men are - and while most girls just want a nicely toned 'beach body'," Sarah paused for a minute, a subconscious sneer darkening her visage frighteningly, then mercifully brightening at her next thought, continued, ".... some of them are just like me and Bree - they want to get bulked, gigantic, muscular to stretch the limits, totally butched out. There's all sorts of reasons these girls want to get jacked, but for everyone, to get there and stay there, honey, it takes a lot of fucking cash! So all of us sesh, and split the profits to keep the machine going,"

"If you've got these other girls, can't you just stop with the sessions?" I begged, ashamed at the weakness in my tone. "The thought of other men looking at you, probably masturbating to you, it's unbearable for me now, I know I was cool with it to start off, to keep you in your growing routine and all, but I really wasn't, and now....." I trailed off, shamefully looking at the floor, as Sarah openly laughed at me, turning around and grabbing the ever present medical bag. As she continued to berate me, her eyes were on the syringe she was quickly filling with some clear liquid from a medical dispenser - I had long since stopped trying to find what kind of cocktail she was using at any given time, and even she just went with 'juice'.

"How am I going to get that money, David? Unless you get a raise of a few grand a week, you can't afford the upkeep on this big, hungry muscle body, so I've gotta keep up the posing with Bree." she annunciated the last vowel cutely, while injecting the full load into her bulging, swollen glute muscle like the practiced pro that she was, but the pain associated with the injection was evident, if even just for a second. Sarah quickly withdrew the syringe, tossing it to the floor, and brought her dark brown eyes once again to mine, drawing maddeningly close once again, a smile on her face as the burn of chemical subsided and she got her 'rush' - nothing physically, she had once explained to me, just the knowledge that the next time she lifted, she would build just a little more muscle, that her outrageous body was going to grow even further.

"And yes, almost all of my regulars masturbate, and what of it? Can you blame them? I mean really, David, can you?" she grinned seductively, and her hand flashed out to grab my protruding bulge through my pants fabric, and stroked me slowly, tortuously. I uncosciously licked my lips watching the small motions causing waves of muscle to expand, swell, and harden throughout her barrel upper body with her stroking.

"Take your pants off, David. All this talking about how blown out I'm gonna get is making me horny as hell, and I think I've earned a good fucking to start off my new growth spurt," Sarah commanded, and I pulled my pants gingerly down past my huge erection, which tented my boxer shorts fairly ridiculously and proved to be quite the task as I watched her caress her bulging chest, surging flexes forcing her hands backwards as her monstrous blocks of pec muscle swelled dangerously.

"I'm still all girl, David, and don't you forget it, now matter how outrageously jacked I get from this experiment. That's why I get the stuff through Bree, so I'm only juicing clean, and I'm not getting implants either. But I am gonna torture these babies on the daily, bench and fly so much weight I'm gonna build up two beefy meat-tits, baby, big, built, bursting pecs, would you like that? I'll build up some nice, big, beef cleavage, just for you, hit the different parts of these pecs to form their meat-shape, popping, bulging out, so thick they'll look like real, D-cups - until you touch them, feel their weight, thickness....hardness...." she continued to torture me as she turned again and filled another syringe full with whatever chemical cocktail was the most effective that week in building her mindblowing body.

"You're the man, David, I don't want a dick, I want your dick, and from now on in, I'll have it when I want it, and I'll be fucking YOU," Sarah was concentrating on one bulbous bicep, pumping it to draw up a gharishly thick vein, and then burying the needle halfway into her bloated arm muscle, depressing half the syringe into her left bicep, and then unloading the other half into her right.

"Hurry up, David, I said take them OFF, I want that thing inside me, now! I'm going to flex n' fuck you like you've never been fucked before. How does that sound, baby?" she said softly, seductively, while simultaneously inflating her right bicep to it's ridiculous, multi-mounded full flexed potential, her other hand running the length of my shaft over the top of my boxers, and my manhood jumped in her touch as her bicep quivered a bit before erupting with it's last available surge of muscularity, a small bulge atop the mountain range of her muscle heads, with popping veins surrounding the central ball of meat.

"Oooohhhhhh yeah, look at that big...., bulging.... bicep, David. Remember, babe, you're not going to be seeing this for two weeks, so you'd better get your muscle while the gettin's good," Sarah exclaimed, rolling her eyes, and grabbed the front of my boxers, ripping them from me with the simplest, tiny flick of her wrist.

[HumanPersonBeing]

And, finally, Chapter 16

I got punished the night before - damn near broken - there was simply no other way to put it. This marked the second time I had had to call in to work due to barely being able to physically move after a night of sexual festivities with my ultra-muscular, steroid driven beast of a girlfriend, Sarah.

She had, after effortlessly shredding my boxers, hefted me up over her meat-packed shoulder, my nearing painfully erect penis touching nothing but the steeliest of rocky female muscles along the short ride down the hallway to our bedroom, and then thrown me unceremoniously on the bed, followed by her medical bag seconds later.

"Fill me up, David, pump me full of 'roids," she whispered, breathing heavily and in an unbelievably sexy, almost whiny tone, "I wanna finish up this batch and start new tomorrow, so two in my pecs and two in my big...., thick...., quads.... do you think you can help me with that, David?" she cooed, and my hand was already in the bag, withdrawing four syringes as if in a trance. Conveniently they were already full, ready to go, and she snatched two greedily from my hand, breathing even harder now, her inches-deep, vein splattered pectorals tensing and jumping, bulging, quivering, as if anticipating, hungering, for the coming injection.

"Now you're gonna have to stab me hard, David," she started seriously, and then broke the fully palpable tension and giggled, and dropped her arms to the side as much as her bulging latissimus muscles would allow. Her bulbuous pectorals receded the slightest bit from their already ridiculously pumped state, full, proud, striated, and then she crossed her arms, alarming biceps billowing, and bludgeoned a syringe into each mountain swell of pec muscle. The needles, two inches long at the least, plunged into the inches of pure mass that exploded from Sarah's ribcage and stood erect, swaying just in the slightest, buried to the hilt in my girlfriend's thick, popping, mindblowing meat melons.

I gagged a bit at the sight and the concurrent startling thought of how she didn't even look for a vein, didn't even have to bother, as her chest was spiderwebbed with them in her efortless flex and pump. Sarah giggled down towards me, finding my reaction amusing.

"You gotta make sure you get it in deep, sink those needles in and empty it into my body, help me get bigger, baby," she cooed, and presented her ballooned, granite quad muscles for my inspection - the huge rings and slabs of meat met right below the triangle of her well-groomed crotch, a muscular harbor of protection if she chose to engorge her bloated upper thighs. Not that my girlfriend would ever need that kind of protection, as she could probably dent concrete with the crushing power in those pillars.

"Stick them in my thick, muscley thighs, David, then we'll pump it all in at once," she whispered, in fast pace, excited, her own hands ready on her chest syringes, and I took a needle in each hand and brought them down hard against the craggy, hot meat of her quadriceps, wincing a bit in empathy as I felt my hand smack against the 'stump' of the branch of veins along one thick bulge of thigh meat. Sarah, however, did not exhibit a noise of pain but instead, a sharp gasp of breath that sounded like full-on anticipation to my ears.

"Ready, David? Fill me up, baby, on three.... one.... two.... three!" she declared loudly with a wide smile viewed from my stance on my knees in front of her gigantic, bloated legs.

"UNNNNHHHH!" Sarah grunted ferociously as we depressed all of the plungers at once, sending about a liter of chemicals into her bloodstream via two huge muscle groups on her vast, mountainous physique. Her animal grunt slowly transformed into a long, strangely sexy, moaning wail, and I narrowly avoided being shellacked by a large gob of cum that spat violently from within Sarah's now frothing vagina.

I recoiled a bit as she visibly swelled in front of me, and further as she aggressively and quick as lightning, ripped the syringes from her body, the drug rush making her muscles pop impossibly, freakishly, further still, and eyed me like a lioness does her prey, moaning low, softly, and I heard the spattering sounds of another gush of liquid splashing on the floor from between her slightly parted, tree-stump legs. My entire view was filled with shining, blood-engorged, massive, sickeningly vascular Sarah muscles. She leaned over, her head tiny and seeming squished-in between battling groups of alarming, bulging, blood-swelled musculature.

"I am going to tear you apart," she breathed her whispered promise, face flushed and beautiful, a slight sheen of sweat covering her beefy traps and the rest of her apocalyptic body build. I was a bit repulsed but darkly excited by the way her skin was encompassed with spiderwebs of differently thickened veins. Truer words have not been spoken, ever. The chemicals she had been injecting all day, topped off with the coup de grace of the last four syringes simultaneously, made her ravenous, exceedingly horny, and ready for hours of manic, body-rending fucking.

Luckily for me at least, she handled all of the physicality, while I was basically used as a living, throbbing dildo as she performed all kinds of feats and resulting penetration angles atop my pole. I had again blacked in and out from the sights, sounds, and feelings being performed on me, in me, and around me, in a state of pure muscle-lust and unrelenting erection. Even after milking me to the point where I had repeated dry orgasms, Sarah wanted more and more. While I rested for the few minute interludes I was allowed, she pounded herself viciously with a giant dildo, her moaning and groaning as she brought herself to explosive orgasm after physique-rattling orgasm, lending to my easy recovery to be utilized by, and for, my muscle-goddess girlfriend's pleasure again.

When I finally awoke late in the morning, Sarah was long gone - I could tell because the medical bag and all of her gym bags were gone from the floor by the closet, and the dresser drawers were pulled open and emptied of the special-ordered tops, bottoms, bikinis and lingerie usually filling them to the brim.. Mind you, I took all of this in from the bed itself, gingerly turning my head against the pains of my sore neck. I slowly raised my head and noticed the dark bruises around my pelvis and immediately laid back down, reaching for my phone on the nightstand to call my boss and explain why I was not at work - and wouldn't be.

I basically laid on the couch all morning, in the one position that didn't cause any part of me to ache. After a knock at the door and a slow shuffle to it, I opened the door to find a brand-new, impressive looking laptop dropped off by FedEx. It wasn't two minutes later that Sarah called, and I knew something was up.

"You're going to check for my email every day - I am going to take a few minutes to break from pumping iron every day to send you a video, and I want you, .... I need you, to watch them. They are going to be the biggest, freakiest, most massively built girls I can find. You're going to need them, to numb yourself to the level of jacked I'm shooting for," she finished with a giggle, but I could tell that it was a nervous one - for the first time in a long while, Sarah seemed worried about what I thought. It was a welcome new direction considering the nearing physical control she had easily exerted over me - while sexy, it was also an incredibly dangerous game to play with a chemically enhanced supergirl built like a bull and determined to get bigger.

"Sarah, now you WANT me to watch videos?! I don't know what to do here! Last night I thought you might kill me, now you want me doing it?!" I worked consciously to keep my tone even, to not show how indignant I truly did feel, but feeling that this situation could definitely be used to my advantage, and more importantly, to keep Sarah happy - this was always a thing on the front of my mind since the night prior's show of her ultimate, now open and undeniable superiority.

"Baby, I know I was mad, but this is different, this is for me, for us, David. The first thing I need is determination, and if I know you're back here jacking it to other muscle women, I'll be inspired. Trust me, you want me to be inspired, be jealous, to do the work necessary to break the next level, to become the biggest, baddest, beefiest bitch there is. To dedicate myself solely to muscle growth, like I did at the very start of all this. I need to know you're back here beating off to other bodybuilders, baby, it's gonna drive me inSANE, I know it sounds weird, but I NEED it."

"If this is what you need, Sarah, of course I'll do it," I explained, secretly relishing the thought of what she was going to be sending me, and trying to not appear excited but that I was acquiescing. If it was inspirational to my hugely over-massed girlfriend, if she thought these girls were muscular threats to her physical supremacy, I was gonna have to be seeing some of the highest octane fe-muscle out there.

It was like she had read my mind over the phone, but that was probably pretty easy for her at this point, considering the amount of time we'd been together, and the additional bonus of Sarah literally transforming herself to become my living, breathing, fantasy muscle girl.

"And I'm not kidding David, I can't have you just spraying all over when you see the new me, I'll be hungry for a good fucking, and I need you to be normalized, immune to the biggest girlie muscles you've ever seen, cuz I'm gonna come back to you fucking gigantic, all swollen up, huge and ripped to shreds," she finished, knowingly using her breathy, indulgent voice over the phone to get me instantly hard and basically incapable of doing anything but her bidding.

So the first video came in later that afternoon. Sarah had emailed from a new email address, 'SarahMuscleGoddess@yahoo.com', and the link to the video was right beneath a short line of text.

"Check this one out David - her upper body is so fucking jacked, thick, veiny, butched... I like her pecs and shoulders, they're just fucking terrible! Enjoy, baby, because I'm going to be at least this thick the next time you see me "

I clicked on the link eagerly, not knowing what to expect. What came up even made my eyes widen, as the screen was filled with Monique Hayes, her gigantic body barely covered in struggling cloths and strings, doing curls with considerable weights by the look of her face. Her head looked like it was pasted atop a champion male bodybuilder wearing a painted-on bikini - her muscles were huge, veiny, and pumping under tight skin, but her face was beautiful, unblemished, and the librarian eyeglasses she wore completed the freakish, shocking look. I took care of business quite quickly with the added stimulation of what can only be called one of the most hugely developed women in the world of competitive bodybuilding.

Next day, same routine - "This girl's got an interesting story, a crash victim that became a lab experiment, and I'd love to get my hands on whatever juice they're pumping her full of! I'm going to be as massive and wickedly ripped as her soon, baby, these new training aids are really making me grow like I've never before," read the comment, and I clicked on the link, dying to know what this specimen looked like.

I was not disappointed - the video was POV, like a handheld, and you could tell the amateur status of the person filming as the frame jumped wildly with their movement. A voice came over the speaker, apparently the voice of the filmmaker.

"Krissy, come show me some of those muscles you won't stop talking about," the male voice almost echoed in the chamber, and a soft, sweet voice answered as the camera came around the corner.

"I'm still really jacked up, I mean exploding, Gary, are you sure you want to see me like this?" Krissy cooed, and I almost lost my lunch immediately as the shot came into focus. The young girl's face spoke of nineteen years, but her body below spoke of multiple decades of pumping impossible amounts of weight relentlessly, obsessively, impossibly.

And I had foolishly thought I had developed some mental armor against this sort of thing - this girl's tiny bikini was lost amidst the huge, browned mountains and valleys created by all-encompassing, veiny, and frighteningly striated, pumped, bubbling meat across her entire body.

I was iron hard and mind-boggled, and strangely scared at the same time - this Krissy girl was muscular from the core out in a harsh way that even Sarah had not 'achieved' - literally not an inch of her bloated, fiendishly overloaded torso was spared the onslaught of blocky, overtly masculine muscles and corded veins that stretched her tanned skin to it's structural capacity. I barely got two strokes in during her oddly sheepish, yet to the 'normal' spectator, absolutely horrifying, body-morphing posing before spraying uncontrollably all over the carpet as the video zoomed in on the young girl's wickedly shredded, meat-stuffed pecs.

The next day, a clip of Alyssa Stroud in an obscenely tiny micro-bikini, curling a huge dumbbell, the bar actually bending with the titantic load, and the young, robust bodybuilder herself, grunting like a bull. I was surprised to see a special request from Sarah right below the link - she wanted me to record myself masturbating to the video, and email it back to her - purportedly for even more inspiration.

Weirded out a bit, I nonetheless setup my phone to record just my lap, and turned up the speakers on the laptop so Sarah would be able to hear the captivating, aggressive explosions coming from Alyssa as I stroked myself to her quite literal bodybuilding, her physique expanding, iron pumping extravaganza. An unexpected close-up on-screen of the nubile goddess' straining, mass-bloated vascular bicep finished me, and I sprayed multiple times, groaning a bit myself as I emptied onto the 'safety net' I had created from several folded paper towels below my chair.

The days continued on like this, videos of freakishly developed women sent to me, Collette Guimond, Nancy Lewis, Kim Perez, and then some faces I had never seen, attached to outrageous abominations of 'regularly' shaped bodybuilder physiques ... the parade of gigantic female muscle was awe inspiring and more than a little frightening - as were the increasingly obsessively driven notes Sarah would attach to the end of each, critiquing these progressively more ridiculously jacked Amazon's physiques, convincing me she would be bigger, more butched, thicker, more muscular than any of them, usually finished with odd hearts and smiley faces.

What was mindblowing about it was that these phsyical mutations, these blatantly enhanced, experimental physiques, were truly gender-benders, their massively over-developed bodies turning conventional concepts of femininity violently on their heads, and Sarah was promising more. A lot more. Which meant that it was a very good thing that I felt like I actually WAS becoming somewhat immune to the effects of the onslaught of bulging, veiny, impossibly thick muscles I was subjected to daily - I was lasting much longer, despite the girls nearing the end being scarily over-pumped, bursting with angry, striated muscles popping from every available inch of bodyframe.

Finally the last day arrived, and I anticipated the email, leaving my mail client open with the volume turned up to max. Finally I heard the telltale chime as I was finishing shaving, and my half-erection from the simple noise made my towel protrude oddly as I raced to my computer.

I sat down to happily double-click on Mozilla, and waited the few seconds it took to finish loading up. My email client popped up, and I eagerly clicked the link from 'sarahmusclegoddess@yahoo.com'.

This time there was no text at all, just a link to a video from YouTube. I clicked the link, and was a bit startled when I heard my girlfriend's voice from the player, her soft and sweet pretaped conversation disembodied as he she walked the camera through the brick back hallway of her gym, picked up by the unidirectional mic on her smartphone as she recorded.

"Good morning my love, today's gonna be a super special treat for you. Since you know about them, and they won't stop asking about you, I hope you're ready for some freaky, jacked, super-muscular young ladies - David, let me introduce you to The Harem."

[derekr]

Now I'm even more disappointed that there's not more!

[009eli]

This was a great story.  TheSabre is one of the best writers out there.

[derekr]

Anybody know what happened to The Sabre?

[brave_archer]

It seems like he's vanished without a trace from the femuscle story world. Too bad as he was one of the all-time greats 

[thesabre]

Wow I appreciate all the great comments!  I have done a little work here and there, please find a recent one below:

The Measuring Part 1
by TheSabre

   Ariel walked into the pool, paying her three dollar guest entry and ignoring the lingering stare of the lounging young lifeguard in her resplendent red one-piece, emblazoned with the word 'Lifeguard' and a picture of a ring-buoy, as if everyone couldn't easily figure out her purpose at the gate. 
   It was well over one hundred degrees today, so she had every ounce of surety that the stare was regarding her heavy sweatpants and UConn hoodie, but the nineteen year-old didn't care one bit - the stares would only grow worse as this day went by, she thought to herself with a quick, satisfied smirk that turned her face instantly beautiful.
   The teenager crossed the small grass 'field' to the steps that went to the lower level of the pool, again noticing the oppressive heat and the bright sun shining down on her face, her eyesight protected by her large 'superstar' sunglasses and also providing a concealed full viewing of all of the pool's guests, mostly high-school aged girls in intentionally skimpy bikinis, shiny with tanning oil and laying out on display, some fairly built jock guys in board shorts, and then scattered families, children in the pool and haggard-looking parents ringing the front row of chairs and watching their progeny hawkishly.
     All up until a few moments ago, when the rotund bright-red haired girl in the blatantly out of place full sweatsuit came into sight,  walking towards the only empty lounge recliner on this incredibly busy and staggeringly hot summer day.  This empty recliner was on the farthest edge corner of the pool, and it didn't take long for her body-covering attire to attract something more than stares.  Ariel was a bit relieved, as she felt trapped in her own personal sauna, sticky with running sweat underneath the heavy, unbearably hot sweats covering her own surprise swimsuit.
   "Hey - Hey you, girl, I think you've got the wrong season, winter's a FEW months away," grunted one of the jocks as Ariel walked by, and her side gaze was drawn to a small flock of older, high-school or maybe freshmen college kids at the pool - three and three, guys and gals, and it was obvious to Ariel that these were the local 'cool kids' - the girls were all well endowed, with the new year's most fashionable, tiny bikinis painted onto their bodies, and Ariel noticed a small pom-pom hanging aside one of the purses - high school, then, and cheerleaders, nontetheless - that made sense.  Because the guys were all solid hardbodies, so that would make them the football players.  She quickly scanned the girls, a buxom blonde, a petite but lithe Asian girl, and a tall brunette that was built like a fitness girl - probably one of the crossfit types, she thought with a mental sigh.
   "Leave the chunker alone, Mark, she obviously doesn't want to show her fat rolls off to the entire pool," chirped up the blonde Bikini Barbie loudly, lowering her pink sunglasses with one dainty finger, her ocean-blue eyes twinkling with mirth as she perched up on her elbows, surely consciously squeezing her sizeable breasts together atop a toned, tight stomach, her taut, tanned, and oiled dancer's body tied up in a dangerously small, frilled green bandeau bikini.  The two other cheerleaders titterred in unison, obviously supporting the queen of the hive.
   "It's not fat, you big-titted bimbo," Ariel replied calmly, almost nonchalantely, stopping cold in her tracks and looking straight over to the young co-ed.  A gasp from one of the other girls punctuated the moment, as if shocked that someone would dare speak to one of their tribe in such a defiant manner.  Especially a fat girl, here by herself at the pool with sweatstains starting to seep through her obviously taxed, bulky clothing.
   "Do you want to see?  I'd like to show you, you cocky little femme fatale, in fact, I NEED to show ALL of you," Ariel continued during the shocked silence from the cadre of cheerleaders, her voice raising in volume throughout the sentence until she was loud enough to be heard by a majority of the nearby folks at the pool.  A few heads raised from their laying positions, but not too many, as loud-mouthed teenagers at this pool was nothing new, after all.  Even the chaired lifeguards only gave her a quick glance before returning to their lazy glances around their areas of responsiblity.
   This was the moment Ariel relished - revealing herself for the first time was always tremendously exciting.  She had sacrificed a lot to look the way she did now, and she revelled in the moment that people saw her in her full glory.  First she pushed her sunglasses up onto the top of her head, revealing both her bright green, almond-shaped eyes and the splash of freckles that ran along the top of her cheeks, mirrored by an ugly rash of acne along her forehead.  No matter, she thought smugly, the show was about to begin!  Sunglasses firmly sitting atop her bright red locks, tied back tightly in a ponytail, she moved her small hands to her waistband.
   "I've got one of those nice bikinis, too!  Bought it at Lane Bryant, not that you girls would know that store.  It's a bit tight, but I think it fits nicely," Ariel continued, her voice booming yet still strangely airy, and her hands grasped the bottom of the the now virtually sweat-soaked sweatpants.  She turned slowly, lowering the hem, so all of the girls and guys who had had smartassed things to say could see just how wrong they were, up close and personal.
   Bending from the waist only, Ariel began to inch her sweatpants down, revealing first to the teenagers the top 'whale-tail' of a bright pink thong bikini, topped with two thick, rigid cords of back meat, and framed by the bulges of her abnormally protruding oblique columns.  She lowered further,slowly, teasingly, finally revealing the two striated pumpkins of bulging mass that swallowed the poor pink fabric unmercifully, the only coverage of her tremendously muscular, cubical glutes being the very top fringe of her bikini bottoms. 
   "Oh my God, Becky, look at her," the Asian girl burst out in a gasp, her tone voicing full understanding of confusion, shock, and despair.
   "Butt, it's soooo BIG!"  Ariel finished for her, laughing a bit in spite of herself.  She flexed only slightly, teasingly, causing her mounded glutes to erupt, filling with ridges and as a splash of veins emerged from her ass crack she dropped an exaggerated wink at the biggest of the boys, an attractive, fairly jacked up young man in his own right, whose mouth was dropped open in horror. 
   "Wait til ya'll see the rest of me," she teased, and then Ariel heard a few gasps as people around began to notice her disrobing, and she quickly decided she needed to move a lot faster - she wanted these bitches and bros to see a bit of a private show before her full unveiling.
    Ariel pulled the sweatpants off in a quick two-part motion, leg by leg, with the weight-bearing leg swelling with rippling meat as she switched from toe to toe.  Hamstrings, quadriceps, calves, and glutes, straining skin and bunching up in liquid motion for the captive crowd mere feet away, inch deep cuts and striations dancing across the shelves of beef before their collective astonished gaze.  Now for her sweatshirt, hotter than Hades and showing sweatstains at her armpits, chest, and neck.  She quickly pulled it over her head, giving a full, mind-blowing panorama of her barrell-thick, musclebound torso, burgeoning chest and monolithic back, which squirmed and rumbled disturbingly as she struggled to get the sleeves off of her sickeningly thick, massively-bulked upper arms.  Finally, with a few unfortunate tears (she had just bought this two days ago!), Ariel was free from her cotton confines, standing obsessively proud, unbelievably huge, and gaggingly bulging in her miniscule, sizes-too-small pink string bikini in front of the group of young co-eds.
   "I'm getting a pic of this, nobody's gonna believe there was such a fucking freakshow at the pool today," piped up the petite Asian girl, pulling a large, bejeweled iPhone from her purse next to where she lay, bursting in one jump up to her diminutive five-foot two stature, tight neon-yellow micro-bikini leaving nothing to the imagination, and a wide smile on her pretty face, aiming the phone to try to capture the behemoth in front of her.
   Ariel ripped the phone from the tiny girl's hand, and placed it between her pecs, unpumped, half-flattened bulges on her ribcage.  She flexed, and the bulges surged to mountains, rippling, growing, swelling, and within seconds the cellphone could not take it anymore.  The glass shattered, and then the metal began to warp and twist as the college freshman's profound, protruding pecs continued to grow, swell, and billow, the growth focused inwards by the guidance of gigantic arms crossed over her mammoth meat melons.  With a final squeak of metal, Ariel released the vice-grip of her now fully pumped, engorged, vein-splattered pecs and the phone dropped the few remaining feet to the ground, already a twisted wreck of wires, glass, and casing.
   "Oh, fuck yeah, I'm getting so jacked up," she whispered, looking right into the want-to-be photographer's eyes, then looking down at the phone, laughing haughtily.  "What's your name there, little girl?  What twit*** feed were you gonna post that to?  I don't like social media."  For punctuation, she brought down one small, nail-polished foot on the phone, which backed by her tree-trunk quads, rendered it completely irrecoverable.
   This is why Ariel travelled, finding different places to go to, places where she wasn't already known and spoken about like a sighting of the Loch Ness Monster.  Now feeling the flush of becoming turned on, Ariel went to the well with an explosive pose to accentuate her biggest assets, big, bulging biceps that were wickedly cut and erupted from her arm like cliff-faces, exposing every striated strip of meat that made up the bloated masses of her impossibly huge upper arms.
   From all around her the insults began, some whispers, some louder, almost involuntary outbursts in the face of such, herefore unseen, physical phenomena that was nineteen year old Ariel Lawrence.
   "Jesus, that girl is HUGE! ... Holy shit, she must pop pills like candy ... Uggghh why would she do that to herself ... she's so bumpy and misshapen, My Lord ... Oh My God Howard she's unbelievable, look at that little freakshow ... man in a bikini, maybe that's one of those transgenders we keep hearing about ... "
   Ariel found herself biting her lip again, and even emitting a small moan.  The last comment, about being a man in a bikini, excited her greatly, and when piled on top of the other derogatory comments she heard, changed the warmth to a small fire between her meat-packed thighs. 
   The more terrible the comment, the more she loved it, the closer she was to her ever self-fulfilling goal of getting bigger, more muscular, with the result wanted being jacked up to a point of revulsion for people unaccustomed to female bodybuilding, and leaving serious doubt in even the most fervent fans.    The need to be touched was screaming in her mind from her bikini bottoms, but she quickly decided she wanted even more attention instead, really crank it up and show these people what a real muscle-freak looks like, all the while revelling in her physical superiority over every single person at the pool.
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   Rewind to one year ago - She had taken a year off from college to pursue her new passion, which she had accidentally bumped into one night early in her first semester.  Not being much of a party girl, Ariel had found herself bored, and remembered a flier from the dorm elevator.  She stepped out to grab it, happy to still find it hanging, and walked to the campus auditorium.  She walked in and sat down with a medium sized audience, and watched intently as oiled up, bulging young men flexed their muscles for the crowd.  The Mr. Albany College, and Ariel was watching appreciatively, admiring their hard bodies and obvious effort in becoming so big and developed.  Not to mention at all the constant warming of her loins watching all of the muscular young men in Speedos, flexing their gleaming physiques to their absolute hardest.
   She was getting up to leave after the crowning of a ridiculously huge young man from the football team, when they announced their first of three competitors from the women's division.  Ariel turned to see, as she was curious as to what a female bodybuilder would look like in real life, and then in one swift motion she was back in a seat, her jaw dropped and mouth open. 
   Melody Smocker had thundered onto the posing dais, and Ariel was locked in with laser precision on this girl's mindblowing muscularity - only slightly more tapered than the men's champion, the girl could have placed a close second to him.  In fact, outside of the pink bikini top and her chiseled but still quite attractive face, made up with sparkling gloss and eye shadow that matched her posing suit, her body screamed of masculine strength, freakish over-development.  It was distracting to watch her, almost like watching a movie in 3D - with her eyes zipping from her widely smiling face to body, muscles to bikini, as if needing to re-affirm she was, in fact, a woman.
   Ariel couldn't look away, eyes wide, as the bikini-ed behemoth onstage went through her poses, making all parts of her thick, tanned body bulge and swell on cue, hardening to steel, glistening with tanning oil, all drawing extra attention to her gender-bending cuts and body encapsulating vascularity.  What was the most surprising to the young freshman was the effect seeing Melody's blatantly steroid-fed body had on her own - she was sweating, frozen in place, and a deep sexual lusting, better a wanting, was again throbbing in her loins.  She had never crossed the gender line in exploring her short-lived sexuality, but she wanted Melody's body in a way that was animal, instinctual.  Ariel committed at that moment to look like the bulging bodybuilder, to get those tantalizing muscles for herself, to get BIG, jacked, and cut to shreds.
   The beginning was actually surprisingly easy - Ariel quickly snuck backstage right after the show, and the contest winner by a landslide was easy to pick out.  Ariel just went up to her and said, "I want to be like you.  Whatever it takes."  Melody had just laughed, and responded that a lot of girls felt this way after seeing a bodybuilding show for the first time.  Then she saw Ariel's intense stare, and handed her a business card - "I'll train you if you have the balls to show up tomorrow morning.  Early.  Be ready."
   Twelve months of punishing her body like she was possessed, breaking it down and rebuilding it, steroids and growth enhancers by the gallons and bottles, had started to show some results.  In her young, impassioned mind, all positive, but of course, a few negative. 
   Ariel didn't care - she had had supermodel-type looks to begin with, and was perfectly content in going from a ten to a seven for the tradeoff for gigantic, bulging muscles over every inch of her body.  A little more makeup to cover acne, a few bottles of Nair to take care of the coarse hairs that had crept upwards from her bikini-line to her now meat-stuffed chest, they were merely inconveniences to be easily handled.  Her now full-blown obsession with becoming more and more muscular dampened any negative feelings on the subject completely, even after Melody had sat her down one day to express her own concerns.  After patiently listening to the lecture about the long-term effects of some of the things she was putting into her body, Ariel just carried on.
   Funding herself came through camshows that Melody had shown her how to do - nothing particularly naughty, but Ariel found quickly that there was quite the market out there for burgeoning young muscle-girls, and she played every schmoe for as much money as they would give her.  Outisde of living expenses, every dime went back into her increasingly vastly muscle-stuffed body, with a few of those dollars going to some sexy workout wear and bikinis as her wardrobe no longer came near to covering the expanses of her growing physique.  It was an investment in what she was doing, that's all.  At her dorm, she mostly just sat around naked, and her petite, bookworm roommate quickly found an apartment to live in, leaving the dorm room to her and her alone, for the small amount of time she was actually there and not at the gym throwing around pound after pound of iron.
   As Ariel progressively grew bigger and more massive that year she went through a revolving door of different boyfriends.  At the start of her transformation her fitness-type physique and smooth lines attracted a lot of attention at the gym.  As she began to bulk up she would drop acquantances the first time they would mention anything about noticing her steroid abuse or obsessive lifting.  She dropped many men along the way as the months passed and she grew to ridiculous levels of muscularity, now always in a contest-ready, ripped to shreds level of conditioning, her muscles bulging and popping with her slightest movements. 
   Unfortunately one side-effect of all of the chemicals she was ingesting was a voracious sexual appetite, but she was quickly running out of guys that found her levels of muscular development agreeable.  As a consequence, her collection of vibrators grew exponentially, and she had had to limit herself to post-workout masturbation strictly, as the feeling and view of her muscles growing, filling in, and becoming bloated with pump-blood drove her crazy, over the edge with horniness.
   The last guy she was with before her current, involuntary period of celibacy actually showed real fear which turned her on to an extent she did not think was possible.  Before allowing him to break up with her Ariel used her overwhelming strength to take him, cornering him in his apartment after he had avoided her for a full week, and spending an entire evening to satiate herself on him.  She had paraded from his bedroom in her black lace lingerie bra and panties set, her 'regular' clothing bundled in her hand, leaving him in an unconscious pile in the room's corner, face bloodied from contact with iron thighs during cunnilingus, or maybe from a glancing blow from her throes of blissful agony as she rode his coerced cock like a rodeo cowboy.  Her vein-riddled, muscle-bloated body glistened with a layer of sweat as his roomates cowered in the kitchen as she exited.
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[thesabre]

The Measuring - Part 2
by: thesabre
   
   Ariel had to literally physically shake her head to clear it of her treasured, and currently troubling, insanely libido-inducing memories.  More importantly and dangerously both, the immensely self-gratifying feeling of strength, of first overpowering and then taking her last (and painfully long-past) boyfriend on an all-night-long, body-rending sexual roller-coaster that while finally giving her voracious sexual appetite a small meal for an evening, had left him bruised, batterred, and ultimately unconscious in a heap beside the bed, now a waved pile of mattress and smashed framing. 
   Ariel Lawrence, nineteen year old bodybuilder, concentrated accutely to rein in the feelings that were coursing thorugh her, knowing they would in short time be following right behind the warmth of pumping, surging blood spreading across her increasingly bloated physique as she willed herself to swell, billow, and harden, and she needed to be able to maintain her veneer of power, and not succumb to her animalistic, and oftentimes overwhelming, sex drive. 
   Unveiling her physique amongst unaware crowds always drove her to the edge of just slipping a hand inside her bikini bottoms and getting the job done, but she wanted the attention to simply be about her monstrous development and not a knock-off porn experience.  There'd be plenty of time for pleasure later, but for now....
   For Ariel, this was all about muscle - terrible, horrifying, jaw-dropping, freakshow muscles on a girl.  If she could sicken crowds she could win contests, and not that she really even cared about those even - she had entered four and won all handily - a teen competition where the other competitors literally cried during comparisons, a college one that was not even close, and two regional competitions. 
   For Ariel, seeing her body go from normal to a bit chubby, to a pantheon of the epitome of extreme female muscularity was not only a turn-on, but a NEED.  She NEEDED to get bigger, pack on muscle, NEEDED to get more and more jacked and ripped, on a daily basis.  This was her treat, her reward, to revel in the exposure to 'regular' people.  Contests were for seasoned female muscle schmoes.
   The disdainful, aghast, and mostly blatantly cruel comments continued, but thankfully for Ariel's raging thirst, these triggers lessenned as a large crowd of people in closest proximity to the beastly teen were hurriedly gathering their things and children and exiting the pool, glancing back over their shoulders, fearfully, as if not quite believing what they thought they had just witnessed. 
   It wasn't every day, after all, that your entire family had to witness a strangely, overly clothed freshman college girl disrobe to smugly display for all an abhorrently, unnaturally muscular body-build, stuffed into the tiniest of micro-bikinis, with at the least the top plastered as an unnecessary second skin across outrageous, gender-bending, pound after sickening pound of freakshow quality, quivering girlie beef.  And the nubile freshman was just getting started; these early exiters felt that in their bones as she popped one last good, garganteously arm-inflating pump out of her titanic, shredded to ribbons double biceps display. 
   Etched softballs of rippling mass met the calf-like bulges of her rigid forearms, and finally Ariel relented from the pumping effort of her flex, releasing slightly, with another dangerous few dots of moisture clotting her tiny bikini bottoms - conveniently, the meat-injected swells of her quadricep insertions did a good job of covering it with a slight twitch of her hips.
   Looking from one vein-splattered, meat-stuffed, bulbuous bicep to the other, Ariel switched up to showcase one of her particular points of pride in her insane body, her beer-barrelled, armor-plated stomach.  Placing her dainty, demurely painted fingers in her pulled back hair, she inhaled deeply, arching her back and now smirking, knowingly making her lower back explode outwards with corded striations leading to her granite-forged, cubic and popping glutes. 
   Engorged bicep mass cradled her face lovingly as the teenaged titaness now exhaled, concentrating on her freakish abdominal development.  Her eyes closed and a wide and true, teeth-showing smile graced her face as she bore down, imagining the columns of her abs protruding outwards, bubbling, and forming to steel.  A prominent v-shaped vein crept down her forehead, past the eruptions of pimples to the division of auburn eyebrows, backed by reddening pale skin.
   She heard the sound of gagging and retching as she completed flexing her absolutely shredded midsection, her now completely unignorable,  beach-ball roid-gut growing, swelling, surpassing the elevation of her smallish, meat-backed breasts by over a half-foot of solid, bumpy cobblestoned flesh.  The sound drove a spike of pleasure through her core as a network of pulsing veins popped out to the surface of her pale, limit-stretched skin, pasted like saran wrap over her waffled, increasingly alarmingly distended midsection, and she felt her tiny pink bottoms dampen even more as she now had gushed just the littlest bit, biting her lip to hold in either a squeal or moan as heat spread throughout her lower body from the apex between her legs.
   Ariel finally released the titantic, bile-raising flex, her stomach shifting from a terrifying mash-up of battling bulges of muscle, artery, and vein, and reforming into the insanely abnormal 'normal' stack of baseballs that made up her pooched, protruding, and gharishly pumped, washboard abdominals.  A ribbed drumhead of thick cobblestones that glinted in the sun with a slick of sweat accentuating her show-ready conditioning.
   Looking over once again to the clustered group of high school seniors, Ariel delighted in the abject looks of bewilderment, and even better yet, horror, at the physical manifestation of what her deliciously roided physique represented - raw, untamed, wonderfully chemically mutated, mindblowing female muscularity.
   "You, oil me," Ariel demanded, not even affording the recipient with her gaze.  "If I'm going to pump up and get swole for you normies I have to make sure my skin is good and moisturized," the bloated behemoth continued, swinging her arms a bit and looking down to examine her pecs billowing with volcanic meat eruptions with each movement in the miniscule bikini cups, testing the strength of the strings holding the fabric to her intimidatingly swelling meat cannons.
   "Ummmm, or you could fuck off, you man-chested freak, you still owe me for a fucking phone you fucking tranny," the Asian girl responded, quickly, with growing disgust shining through in her disdainful tone and vocal content, and began to turn to see what her girls thought of her arrogant, dangerous courage.
   "Stephanie ... " the crossfit girl, who had her sunglasses down on her nose, jaw agape, wide brown eyes locked on the sweat slicked, massively muscled physique feet from her, managed to get out, but it was already too late.
   With lightning quickness that was unbelievable for her goliath size, Ariel pivoted in and buried her small but powerfully muscle-driven fist deep into the Asian girl's taut stomach.  She momentarily felt the slight resistance of the girl's four pack , but nothing was going to stop this collegiate Amazon's 18+ inch guns from their intended impact effect. 
   What would be impressive for most if not all figure athletes in regards to abdominal development collapsed immediately with a cry that started as a groan of agony, but ended as a receding squeak and gasping whimpers with the expolsive decompression of her stomach and chest, knocking the wind and cocky confidence out of the short, lithe girl in milli-seconds. 
   After being lifted nearly two feet off the ground by the testosterone-powered thrown punch, in one strange, complex aerial motion she dropped from midair, holding the same position, to her hands and knees, wheezing, and then came the after-effect of the knockout blow - the young Asian girl vomited uncontrollably for what seemed forever, punctuated by heaving gasps of air, as she emptied her stomach in front of all of the observers around the massive muscular maiden, with she now locked up in a classic uppercut pose, back and glute muscles rippling and bulging wildly.
   Ariel shifted slightly, and placed one foot on the broken Asian girl's back, and with a satisfied, effortless flex of her tree-trunk thigh, plunged the girl into the ground, no resistance whatsoever from her formerly rigid thighs and arms, just sprawled like a hit spider, perky bikini cups splashing into her own steaming vomit.

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[thesabre]

And then an old series - enjoy!

EZFit Supplements Chapter 2
Chapter 2 - David's Humiliation
by TheSabre

                 Staci sobbed in her room. David had called her fat at dinner - granted, she knew she was alittle bit thick, but 'chubby'? The truth was that Staci practically worshipped David - he was popular at school, a football jock, and always hung out with the best crowd and the cutest girls at school. She sought his approval of her gymnastics, but he always just mocked it, saying there was nothing to overrated dance as he called it. The fat comment had just been too much.

Staci decided she was going to call it an early night, probably cry herself to sleep. She prepared a glass of cold water, and took the packet from Miller's and stirred it in. She had picked up EZ Fit Supplements Hydroxy-Cut, trying to shed a few of the unwanted pounds that hung from her strong, if slightly overweight, frame. She gulped the drink down, wanting the effects so badly as she sniffled, her eyes still welled with tears.

And then it happened. Seconds after swallowing the mixture, Staci's body began to tingle and tickle in a way it never had before. She got a little scared as it didn't stop, and then she went to her bed in a torrent of pain. Everywhere on her body it felt as if she were going to explode. Instantly, large swells of muscle began to fill up her tshirt weirdly, pumping and pistoning as her body grew in front of her eyes.
Huge biceps swelled on her arms, and her chest ballooned with thick, steely muscles. Staci moaned as her stomach swelled outwards. Her hands instinctively went to her stomach for the pain, and she felt the swollen beach ball settle into ridged valleys and peaks of girl muscles. And then it was over.

Staci stood, her tshirt ripped in multiple places, and went to her mirror. The sight astounded her. Her tshirt, which she used as a nightshirt, was plastered to cartoon-like bulges of muscle. Was this really her body? Staci pinched herself to make sure it wasn't a dream. Her fingers could not find any loose skin to pinch herself with on her mountainous arms, so she guessed she was going to have to buy it. She struck an awkwards muscleman pose, a double biceps shot, and her tshirt immediately tattered from her swollen physique.

"Fat ...." she whispered, and began to giggle. Looking at her huge, uncovered muscles, all she could think of was punishing David. She was surely stronger than him, and she could hurt him now for how he had hurt her earlier. Moving quickly, excited, Staci rummaged through her drawers. She only had two 'sexy' pairs of lingerie - she had saved and saved to buy them secretly, against her parent's wishes, and finally found the tiny, black lace thong set and stretched them a little bit to accomadate her new growth.
Her forearms rippled with swells of meat, scaring Stacey slightly with their unfamiliarity. Stacey pulled what had been slightly large at purchase over her rocky, lumped calves, and began to giggle when she realized she couldn't get them past he knees - her massive quads and leg biceps, unflexed, were more than the skimpy lingerie could handle. She stretched them out furhter, admiring her roped arm muscles as she put them to work. Even after minutes of hard stretching out, they looked almost non-existant on her newly extremely muscular young body - posing in the mirror, she giggled as she tensed her bulbous glutes, swallowing the thong in two mounds of striated, thick muscles.
She allowed herself only a few minutes of self admiration, just enough time to thoroughly amaze and disgust herself by her ungodly physique. But Stacey had work to do, enough self admiration, although her eyes strayed to watch herself in the mirror, in awe and lust of her own ridiculously developed new physique - she just hoped David could appreciate her new body, could understand what the difference in fat and muscle could make.

"Here I come, David," she giggled, putting her oversized bathrobe over her alarming, ripped to shreds physique to catch David off guard. She wanted him to see and fear her muscles and what they would do to him in short time. She tip toed down the hallway to her brother's door, and put her ear next to it. He must have been watching TV, for she heard voices from his room. Stacey grabbed the doorknob to ease it open, but found it was locked tight.

Irritated that she might miss her shot, Staci grabbed the doorknob and twisted hard. The locks immediately acquiesced to her strength, warping and popping in a second. She pushed the door open slowly, quietly, anticipating her revenge against her mean brother. She edged around the wall, and was astounded with what she saw.

David sat in his computer chair, which was jumping and jerking quickly and randomly. To his left, his large, flat screen was turned to face him, and on it Staci saw David's till then well-kept secret - on the screen was a huge, grotesquely muscled young girl, stark naked and hitting obscene, bloated Muscle Beach poses while a skinny, tall man hit her doggy style relentlessly from behind.

The girl's body looked unreal, pumping with hard swimming musculature and throbbing veins - she definitely had had some chemical help to accompany the thousands of pounds of weight tossed around in her nineteen years. Her face was gorgeous, soft with supermodel looks, and Staci guiltily heard the moans and groans of pleasure softly from the speakers of the television. Her pouting, cute face was shocking, unnatural atop the rumbling supergirl's physique that took up the majority of the camera lens - she was absolutely gigantic and looked carved from living marble.
Her hair was a tipoff to her young age - it was tied back in pigtails with cute pink ribbons surrounding the tiny braids of brunette hair. Her tails only helped to accentuate her thickness, her difference, her body's utter indifference to any preconceived notions of femininity - they brushed by her amazing, brick-like trap muscles with each push from behind, and her amazing traps led to nothing but thick, hard bloated muscles in every available direction. It looked as if someone had cut and pasted a teen model's head atop a Mr. Olympia's physique, and then added tiny breasts as an afterthought.
Stacey's eyes widened, while her brother's chair jerked faster, harder. The camera zoomed in on the girl's face, and she was now grunting and breathing hard, like a bull. Also like a bull, her thick, bulging neck, capped with rigid, tendon-striated sick bulges of trapezius muscle, was frightening in its size and vascularity.

Continuing to watch in morbid fascination, even Staci grew a bit excited by the combination of hard, gratifying sex and giant, female muscles. The camera zoomed in and out as the huge bodybuilderette arched her back, bringing her globes of muscle tits standing upright and rock solid. Staci's hand went to her mouth involuntairly as the woman groaned loudly, her stomach a giant mass of bubbly muscles, and began to play with her small nipples. Her chest trembled, muscles shifting, as she tweaked her erect, muscle backed breasts, and her mouth opened in a long groan of pleasue as she was getting filled from behind from the man who, relatively, looked like a stick.
Staci finally unlocked her eyes from the disgusting sight, only to find her attention relocked onto her brother's large monitor.  On his computer screen, too, were muscle-girls - David's Media Player was spitting out high-res, short clips of women bodybuilders and super-muscular freaks that barely reached the most wide definition of femininity, their bodies swelling and rumbling with unnatural mountains and mounds of powerful muscles as they grunted, hefted tremendous poundages, licked their lips and posed sultrily, oiled and in the tiniest of bikinis always with a smile of deep, powerful satisfaction on their mostly beautiful young faces.

Staci gasped as David clicked the mouse, and the monitor showed a young, tanned girl, bursting with muscles, chained to a wall. It looked like a torture movie - through the speakers she could hear the musclebound teenager, grunting and moaning as she writhed against the clamps around her wrists and ankles. Her body bulged insanely as she continued thrashing, huge muscles straining and swelling like ocean waves as she strove vainly to snap the iron chains. Out of the corner of the screen loomed a man - he looked big and intensely strong, and Staci gasped again, louder this time still, as the man drove a punishing blow into the young girls stomach. Her thick stomach took the blow easily, but the man's next punch was to her face. Her head snapped backwards, and she wailed in pain. The man continued to beat the musclegirl savagely with surgical precision, eventually bringing in weapons like bats, dismantling the young bulging beauty's rigid defenses one by one.
All this time, David's chair was jerking, and Staci was frozen, watching the video in rapt attention. Finally the camera panned out, and the teen musclegirl hung limp in the chains, her face bloody and her thick muscles covered with angry welts and purple You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login an even younger teen aged girl on the monitor curled in, cooing softly, and displayed pool rack, steel hard abs, Staci spoke.
"I'm not fat, David," she said softly, still shocked by the revelation of her brother's secret desires, and David gasped, the chair spinning. Staci's eyes grew especially wide as she saw her brothers' manhood, erect and rigid, in his hand. It was big, and lubed with hand lotion, as he had apparently been furiously masturbating to the onslaught of bulging, humungous female muscles that surrounded him.

"Wha... how did you... what," he shouted, scrambling for a shirt to cover himself with. With a t-shirt over his particularly tee-pee shaped lap and feeling utterly humiliated, he glared at Staci in her pink bathrobe. "If you tell ANYONE about this, Staci....." he began loudly. His words drew to a stop at Staci's movements. He did a double take as her caught a glijmpse of his little sister's lower leg - it looked as if she had gigantic, bursting calves for an instant, but then the hem of her bathrobe obscured the mound of meat from his view. He wrote it off to his being upset at being found out by not onlY anyone, but his own little sister.

Staci saw out of the corner of her eye the television now had a buxom, bursting redhead, muscles gigantic and most definitely steroid induced, inject herself with something apparently very painful, and physically grow in size as her prisoner, a skinny man of about 30, whimpered, watching the muscles which were to tear him apart grow in size and strength directly in front of his eyes. The previously impressive redhead swelled to gargantuan stength and size, her bikni flapping, strings cutting into the thick new meat, trying to make space for the girth and thickness that accumulated like a faucet turned to high on her already built body. She watched, fascinated, as the now disgustingly muscled, veiny girl of what must have been seventeen years begin to punish him, ramming his tear stained face into her waffled, razor sharp defined stomach.

Staci untied her robe, and let the pink garment float down to her feet. "So you like muscles on girls, huh, David?" she cooed, and swung one hip coquetteishly. Her body was a ball of hard girly muscles, all big, striated, and swollen. Her slightest movement put all of the girls flashing by David's monitor to shame - her body metamorphosed with swells and waves of hard, rippling meat. Staci brought an arm up and flexed, hard, her bicep swelling enormously.

"What do you think about mine?" Staci taunted, continuing to show David an anatomy chart of muscles, all clearly defined, exploding from her joints like boulders. She hit a lat spread, dwarfing him, and her tiny bra stretched audibly, barely containing her flexed girth. Her back was a wide, curving triangle, increasing her width by nealy two feet. Her chest, usually and painfully obviously breastless, had gelled to form two stone hard globes of mass that treatened to overflow the cups of the tiny bra. Staci made them jump for David, whose mouth was still open an his eyes glazed as he watched his younger sister put on her muscle show. He noticed in a detatched way of disgust that his penis was hardening uncontrollably, and there was nothing he could do except tear his eyes from his disgustingly, unnaturally musclebound teenager in front of him, taunting him with her mind blowing goddesses' physique.

David had never seen so much muscle packed onto a girl - Stace was only five foot two and must have weighed in at over 170 pounds! David's penis jerked as Staci awkwardly inflated her body, pumping her thick, unbelievably giant muscles into a veiny frenzy of unnatural angles and swells on her smallish frame. Staci concentrated, trying to remember poses, her huge girl muscles making her movements rigid and awkward. David's penis began to throb, hurting slightly, but still there was nothing he could do - the muscle just looked unnatural on her, massive and uncontrollably, disgustingly sexy.
After a few minutes of hard, strenuous posing, Staci's body was covered with veins and a sheen of sweat, and she saw the effect she was having on her older brother now. He was now sweating rivers to match her own, his face red as he gaped, jaw open, at her vigorous, muscle-blasting posing display - David's dick was huge, throbbing, and purple. Staci brought one bulging, glistening cannon of an arm down by David's hard-on, and flexed it. Staci's arm exploded, and a quirky bulge swelled as her thick, baseball sized bicep deformed the tight skin of her upper arm, struggling to gain size in its sausage-like confines. Her arm looked ready to burst as she pumped it, and thick snakelike veins crept along the pistoning ball of teen muscles. Staci stared at her own massive, rippling arm in a sharp contrast of horror and abhorrent self-admiration.

"Look David, we match," she continued, looking at her brother's hard on, covered in nearly as many veins as her musclebound, tense biceps muscles. David was trembling, in fear and intense lust of his grossly overmuscled young sister. Staci licked her pink lips sultrily, and ran her hand from her tiny, straining panties up her waffled stomach, slowly, feeling every ridge of her washboard midsection. She lovingly filled her hands with her bulging, steel cable tummy.
"Masturbate, David," Staci whispered, her voice low. "You know you've never seen muscles like these, and never will again - I am the strongest, biggest girl in the world!" Staci hit a side chest pose, her arms swelling, vein blasted, and trembling with her continual flexing. She cocked a shoulder just an inch or two, but the effect on her chest was tremendous - he breasts swelled, filling with blood as her muscles pumped larger and larger.
Now her muscle tits did spill over the restraining cups, trembling slightly as the lines and cuts of her pecs changed continually with her expansion. David's hand began to glide along his shaft, almost against his will. With a girlish giggle and a flick of one wrist, Staci tore the tiny bra in two, and stood topless and hopelessly ultra mucular in front of her shaking brother.

"Yeah, look at my muscles, David - " Staci continued in her sexy whisper. "They're so ..." Staci flexed one huge biceps head, and caressed the nineteen inch stony mound with her small hand. "....ooooohhh," she sighed, her bicep fully flexed and roadmapped with thick, cable veins. "....big, and hard, David.... I'm sooo muscular and strong," she continued, running her hand down her thick arms to her pumped, bloated and bare chest, running the crevasse between the two striated, trembling, ultimately vascular globes of meat and running lightly down her bloated, muscle distended abdominal wall. Staci's nipples, proudly erect, were a small addition to the veiny, swollen, muscle-laden landscape she profferred to her brother shamelessly.

David's arm moved quicker, jerkily, as Staci's amazing musculature continued to grow and swell before his eyes. Staci's tree trunk thighs were flexed just standing, the cuts inches deep between the layers of her giant quads. "Aren't I the biggest little sister, David? Isn't my body huge, aren't my muscles just gigantic? Jerk off to my huge muscles, David - you know you can't help yourself, do it!"
"This is sick, Staci!" David exploded. "Stop it!" he continued as Staci slowly, sultrily licked her lips like the superteen on David's monitor and flexed her stomach. Her abs distended by inches, looking like a rack of cueballs, stretching her tiny panties across the rocky landscape of her lower abdominal wall.

"No, David," she whispered, spreading her lats wide like batwings, "What's sick is that you have a boner from your sister," David tried to stand, furious, and get out of the way of his hulking sister. He was so embarrassed by his uncontrollable, now painfully pumping manhood. Covering it, David shot to the left - Staci, however, moved incredibly quickly for her ballooned size, and cut him off. She flexed a huge biceps head as a warning, inches from his face, and David moaned and fell back in the chair. Staci brought her trembling, giant biceps down to his eye level - it eclipsed his head it was so big, a honeydew sized lump atop her arm.

"Please, Staci, it hurts so bad," he groaned, crying and pointing between his legs. "It's never been hard this long..... oooowwww....."

Staci stood inches from David, and glanced down at his cock. She took a small, coquettish step back, because the squared, bulging shelf of her chest topped by pointed, thimble sized nipples, blocked everything from view. Her brother was big, and rigid, and his penis jumped strangely every few seconds. She decided enough was enough, and went for the finisher.

"Watch this, big brother," she said gutterally, and faced him straight on. Her rounded, shiny stomach actually brushed his face with her breathing she was so close, and David gasped slightly, moaning, at the hot proximity of his super muscular sister.

She swung her arms backward, ballooning her wide back, and went into a earthshaking crab pose. Every muscle on her tiny, overextended frame exploded, and her neck was lost in thick trapezius muscles which reached her ears. She was scary, grotesquely huge and musclebound - David did not see one inch of her body that wasn't quivering with plates of teen meat.

"Staci...." David whined, "stop, please, I can't take anymore....owwwww..."

"Shut up," Staci said through gritted teeth. "There's nothing you can do to stop me," she huffed slightly, the continuous flex beginning to painfully lock up her throbbing, veined mounds of meat. "My muscles are getting bigger by the INSTANT" a mist came from her pink-lipped mouth as a grimace came across her face. David was trembling, his cock waving wildly in the air, and openly crying now. Fear, lust and disgust battled in his mind as his little, teenaged sister prolonged his tortuous erection by showing the most massive, unnatural, unbelievably HUGE muscles David had ever seen.
Her body was armor plated, veins pulsed every inch of her tanned skin, rounded globes and mounds of muscle poking out all over Staci's physique. Her chest muscles were actually vibrating, and her arms were ridiculous - canteloupe sized bluges marked the interior, and her forearms were ropes of Popeye-like muscles.
As she continued to grow, muscles pumping, Staci began to whine uncontrollably. Tears ran from her eyes as she continued flexing for David, transforming her already formidable bodybuilder's physique from impressive to impossible. David's shocled, jaw agape face let Staci know that she was pulling him in multiple ways with her strong, supergirl's physique. She wanted to finish David, embarass and humiliate him by forcing him to cum, just from staring at her thick, powerful young body. She was turned on in a way she had never been before - her new muscles, packed on her body like football pads, gave her power, control, over men. Staci put every effort she could into pumping her ridiculously huge muscles into a rumbling fury of angular ledges and shelfs of meat - she was wet with the ideas of total muscular domination - and she planned to carry it out on her own brothrer.  Despite the growing, sharp pains of her ferocious flexing, she felt a warmth spread in her bikini bottoms.
"Owwwww......ummmnhh...." Staci moaned erotically, and she could flex no more. Her entire body was rock solid, carved, striated, and exploding with muscles and large, prominently pumping veins. Before him, David had his fantasy fulfilled - just inches from his slackjawed face stood the biggest, strongest, most muscular girl he had ever seen - and he had seen a lot. His manhood throbbed painfully, waving in the air, hurting more and more with each passing second. David's shame at his painfully aroused state over his musclebound younger sister was forgotten at the sight of Staci, jaw clenched and neck muscles ready to rip through her taut skin, holding her last, massive, crab pose as her body vibrated, actually shook with the jiggling of her thick, hot and beefy muscle groups. He didn't think he could take any more, as Staci moaned one last time, biting her lip, veins springing outward on her pistoning melons of chest muscles.

David was screaming, and then it was all over. He sprayed cum for feet, splashing Staci's giant leg with his juices. It seemed he would never stop, Staci watched amazed, as more and more jism flew from between his legs. David shook all over, moaning and crying in utter lack of control and embarassment, as his pumping penis emptied itself in front of his amazingly developed 'little' sister. She looked down to see his juices dripping from her bulging, barrell thigh. It disgusted her, but was also satisfying in that strange way.

She had pumped every muscle in her body into unnatural, explosive swollen growth, and she liked the way she looked right now - her body was bubble and bulge upon each other, thick, sweat slicked mountains of her muscles sliding under her paper thin skin. She loved the veins that spread like spiderwebs from her joints to feed the giant, engorged mounds of incredible girl meat that packed in on every inch of her young body.
She, and her new bodybuilder's dream of a physique, had punished her brother - punished david for his 'fat' comments, and ironically enough, the thing he whacked off to daily had proven his demise. Her muscles had made a man ejaculate, no touching, just flexing their wonderous size and hardness. Staci relished the thought of using her muscles to dominate men, and maybe even worship her amazing teen muscles, while she pumped them into raging hardness and size.

Looking down, she saw David was shaking, his face red and eyes cast down in shame. "Lick it off, David," she said sweetly, and flexed her quad. Her leg swelled and ballooned, thick strips of thigh muscle overlapping and rippling. She laughed as David put his tongue to her gargantuan, granite thigh, withdrawing with a slight gag when, with the slightest of twitches, a thick vein appeared right under his tongue, finalzing his humiliation by cleaning her. She wondered with a giggle at the tickle of David's tongue against her granite quads what her Daddy would think about her new body .....

[thesabre]

And here are the 'missing' chapters from Tom's Encounter - two full and an epilogue -

Tom's Encounter Chapter 9 - Fulfillment
Submitted by thesabre on December 9, 2009 - 11:28am

The dementedly linebacker-shaped, rippling muscle-freak suddenly dropped Tom to the floor lightning fast at the apex of her loud moan, her adoring, worshipful client, who had been the singular focus of her attention for so long that day, forgotten immediately as her eyes closed when a sudden rush of erotic pleasure hit her grossly musclebound crotch.

Tom fell the few last inches to the floor, his eyes locked in on the disgusting sight of Krissy's womanhood become enveloped, swallowed and eclipsed from his viewpoint by striated, rippling she-beef from her disgustingly bloated, meat-packed thighs to her staggering, swollen eight-pack stomach, his jaw rattling as his ass hit the floor by the bed. Below the last cube of sickeningly protruding abdominal muscle a bulge of solid, hard meat Tom didn't even know existed erupted into rigid prominence by inches above her crotch as the sound of dripping juices running down thick, barrel-like bulging thighs marked her spontaneous, long awaited orgasm.

Tom looked on in awe and fear as Krissy's pulsating, engorged muscles all locked up frighteningly and simultaneously with the intense tidal wave of her pleasure, bringing out every freakish detail of her amazing, bloated, razor-sharp musculature, veins in full, rigid yet sickengingly pulsing spiderwebs across each and every inch and body-inflating pound of massive, impossible striated man-meat.

Tom was startled as Krissy's loud, deepening moan turned into loud, satisfied yet bullish grunts with the simultaneous rolling, intense contraction of every blood-engorged, rigid and swollen part of her tremendous physique. Krissy's eyes opened slowly, a low moaning still from her slightly parted, bubble-gum pink lips, to the sound of Rosa gagging again quite loudly, the young girl's dark brown eyes frighteningly wide and rolled up in her facedown position, locked in like lasers on Krissy's wickedly cut, outrageous, gigantically pumped up and slithering muscles.

Looking the cowering maid directly in her eyes, Krissy brought one slab of beef upwards towards her relatively tiny head, and made a kissing gesture with her full, glossy pink lips. Then, she flexed her gargantuan bicep - the already freakishly huge, uunflexed mound of mass surged, a disgusting volleyball of steel she-meat erupting, and the tip of the thick, skin-stretching mounntain of beef kissed the young musclegirl's waiting, daintily pink pursed lips. Rosa did not retch this time at the egregious display of freakish mass and striated development, and this brought a smile to the blown-up, vein-riddled bodybuilderette's face.

Looking down to Tom, the euphoria of her own cumming now a warm tingling wave across her freakishly inflated, swollen body, she crawled off the bed, thick muscles swimming violently under morphing, glistening taut skin that squealed like a rubbed balloon as her fully pumped physique swelled, rumbled, and reformed with the revolting movement of her bulging mounds of meat. Tom's exposed manhood was insane looking to Krissy - it was admittedly huge itself, veins pumping visibly in a poeticly strange similarity to the volcanic, impossibly massive, drug-enhanced girlie-muscles that had caused his stiff condition in the first place.

"Jack off to the most muscular girl in the world, Tom," Krissy cooed seductively. The young muscle-goddess was drunk on power and the aftershocks of her own explosive orgasm. "Jack off to my sick, HUGE muscles, you know that you need to," she continued in a teasing, singsong voice as Tom's manhood jerked around, possessed. Tom gave in without a second's more resistance and grabbed his wild manhood with both extreme excitement and strange shame at the prospect of degrading himself in front of the young, stark-naked, robustly muscled sexpot, not to mention the young maid met quite abruptly just minutes before just feet away.

Krissy cooed in a velvet whisper, "Good boy," and straddled his prone, laid out form, her bowling ball stuffed, striated ass and beef-bloated, corded thighs above his head, his head itself surrounded by ominously bulging calf muscles that erupted sickeningly from Krissy's diminutive ankles and knees. As Tom began to stroke himself slowly, Krissy spoke.

"See, senorita," she started in a velvet, teasing, sing-song voice, alternating looks from a worshipful Rosa down to Tom with half-lidded green eyes, "everybody likes muscle, especially big... pumped.... veiny, stroooonnnng girlie-muscles, right Tom?"

"Lo siento," the doe eyed maid whispered, finally raising her head a bit from the hot puddle in front of her and running her hand across her mouth. "Usted es monstruo muscular de sexo femenino... " she continued, pushing herself off the ground slowly, shame and wanting trading places on her young face.

Krissy giggled a bit, looking at the young, thin girl as she pushed herself up, eyes still locked in on her inflated, disgustingly bloated bicep. "Yes, I am a 'muscle-monster'," she said in a silky whisper, and immediately made her terriffic meat-mass swell with a naturally impossible, bile-raising latspread. Her taut skin literally creaked, more skin-stuffing, body-stretching muscle from God knew where coalescing on top of her existing, freakish musculature - she was insanely developed, bigger than the biggest of the female, big-jawed and musclebound injectors, bigger than even the last Mr. Olympia - her chemically advanced, steroid-fed, outrageously mountainous physique was simultaneously ridiculous, awesome, and so vilely cut, veiny, and masculine in build and development that any normal person would surely vomit just like Rosa had at the mere sight of her horribly muscular, unnatural young body. Tom groaned in weird vocal spurts from the floor as her meat-packed body nearly doubled in thickness with her titantic flex bare feet from his face.

"And I think you like what you see," Krissy continued, glancing back for a moment to Tom, who was masturbating furiously, eyes nearly bulging from their sockets as he was looking from calf to bulging, grapefruit sized calf and moaning as his femuscle-induced, blacked-out mind began to become cognizant again, realizing once more the unbelievable monstrosity of muscles that stood above him, young, gorgeous, and near bursting with steroid-fed development.

"Usted quiere los músculas grandes, que bombean?" she asked Rosa quietly, releasing her gigantic latspread and crunching her ten pack of bubbling, horrifyngly veiny abdominals, and saw a wide smile break on her face, dispensing any further confusion of what the young maid wanted. "Big, bulging muscles?" she asked again in English, just to clarify, and Rosa's head nodded to Krissy's satisfaction. "Say it, Rosa, Digalo," Krissy whispered, so softly that Rosa could barely hear it over the groans of pleasure coming from Tom, raising and lowering in intensity and volume as if the man was in agony.

"Quiero ser enorme, mis músculas así que grande puedo caber apenas en un bikiní. Músculas masivas, venosas, por todas partes mi cuerpo...." Rosa spoke with an ever raising confidence in her voice. "Want huge muscles - I'll no be able to squeeze in bikini, veins all over me," the young maid carefully translated herself, now broadly smiling at the thoughts of her body matching Krissy's superheroine's physique, being that strong and big, an unstoppable feminine force.

"That we can handle, my little musculita," Krissy giggled, her rugged stomach protruding garishly with thick tennis-ball sized, vascular abdominal bulges, and stepped toward Rosa, her hand outstretched at the end of a thick, freakish, vein and artery roped band of bulging, striated muscle bellies and insertions.

"But first, what I came here to do in the first place," she said matter of factly, her eyes turning again to Tom's shaking form, his eyes half-closed in bliss as he freely drooled and moaned like a mental ward patient, his vantage point providing a perfect view of the young muscle-loaded goddess' swells of ridiculous hamstrings, corded with tendon, bulging at the top to bubblish, overly exaggerrated, squared glutes, each full, meat stuffed exposed cheek feathered with mind melting-striations and crawling smallish, worm-like veins. Krissy stared at his shaking form for a minute, amazed at his impressive longevity, as most of her clients nearly always blew their first load just looking at her beef-injected body in her tiny schoolgirl outfit, or at least when she got down to her bra and panties - usually this would send most of her clients, even the biggest muscle fanatics, into a frenzied, sticky mess. Tom had outlasted all, allowing Krissy to really pump up, get huge for him, have him worship her entire steroid-fueled bulging mass, an intense, hours-lasting muscle exhibition she had greedily, selfishly put on for both herself and her client.


Tom's Encounter Chapter 10 - Release
Submitted by thesabre on February 8, 2010 - 3:38pm

Chapter 10
"You didn't think I forgot about you Tom, did you? I couldn't forget about you, my big worship man, you've been so amazing, I don't think I've ever come that hard! It must be from all this hot, hard.... muscle pumping.... Ooooohhh..... I'm SO big and jacked up, Tom, I feel like I might explode, I'm SOooooo yoked, have you ever seen anyone this BIG, Tom, anyone this ripped?" Krissy teased him gently, alternating between silky whispering and seductive, soft throaty whining, and finally turning her naked, hulking form to face him, titantic slabs of muscles swaying, hardening and engorging with her strangely dainty piruoette. Her bursting, meaty breasts swung a split second behind the teen's impossible bulk, jiggling a bit as the inches-thick plates of rippling muscle caught up with her spin, her tiny pink nipples protruding and looking hard as concrete, each pec-topping thimble deformed by pulsing veins that ran underneath them and then across her mammoth chest like roadmaps.

Tom moaned loudly, whispering to himself in what sounded like gibberish save the occasional utterance of muscle groups and profanity. He was licking his lips, his arm swinging furiously as he continued to pleasure himself maniacally, wild, wide eyes trying to look every where at once, to try to take in her completely outrageous, mad scientist's creation of a physique individual muscle by hot, throbbing muscle.

"What's that, Tom?" she bent down slightly, holding a cupped hand to her small ear in pantomime, enjoying her dominance, and whispered low and softly, "You think I should get bigger still? Bigger STILL? I'm not big enough for you STILL, Tom?" she squeaked the last, green eyes widened in feigned surprise, and she tilted her head back thoughtfully, causing her bull neck and 2x4 traps to erupt with thick, swollen musculature.

"Well......" she cooed, tapping her small chin with one perfectly pink-laquered fingernail, "Okay, I'll just milk these little girl's muscles til they're even bigger, til I'm the biggest, hardest, vascular little muscle-bunny you've ever seen! I bet ya'd like that!" she exclaimed in a sing-song little girl's voice. Tom continued muttering incomprehensibly as she finished, shuddering a bit at her words.

"Rosa, turn around, I'm gonna pump my body to the maximum, force myself into a fucking huge, bulging muscle-beast for my little man here, so this might get a little ... ugly, " Krissy breathed a little harder now, becoming quickly aroused again at the thought of the size she would shortly balloon herself to, and then grunted slightly, hardening her nightmare physique slightly in preparation for an apocolyptic, full-body volcanic flex that would be the last, a body-filling eruption of impossible, drug-induced, horrifyingly striated muscles that would push the limits of her shiny, taut, tanned skin to rupture. Rosa, initially watching Krissy like a pet watches it's master, shielded her eyes as told with one arm, standing and turning her back to both of them.

"Here we go," Krissy said softly, brushing her lace-bowed pigtails back behind ominously bulging traps, and went into a crab pose, simultaneously flexing every muscle on her body - and there was plenty of huge, monstrous muscle to flex.

Her already massively pumped up physique, from head to toe, inflated instantly with the initial movement, ballooning to a ridiculous size that nearly burnt-out Tom's remaining awareness, and receded in size ever so slightly as they cut up when she hardened her straining muscles through sheer willpower, knowing the terrific levels of tension she was putting on her freak-show musculature would be nearly impossible to hold and full of racking pain if she did manage to hold the flex for any small amount of time.

Krissy's ballooned, stretched skin groaned dangerously, shiny and taut everywhere but nearly translucent when it came to her armor-plated torso - bloated, striated, melon-sized mounds that rumbled slightly with the twitching of her unnaturally massive, fully flexed pectorals, inch thick veins growing from her muscle cleavage like vines to spread across each disgustingly quivering, horribly pumping block of meat.

"HHHHGGGNNNNNHHHAA!" she cried out, her voice becoming hoarse and cracking with the violent screams that erupted from her every few seconds now as her muscles locked up in singularly excruciating pain, pumped to their absolute fullest allowable volume, engorged with blood, and covered in throbbing veins and arteries that snaked between insane bulges and valleys of pulsating, sickening, overblown girl-meat.

Krissy's face was a rictus of intense pain, her brows furrowed together as tears slid from her tightly clenched, mascara-ed eyes and ran a grey trail down her rose-colored cheeks, to be lost in the slick of sweat that had rained moments before from what seemed like every pore, pooling around the pec insertions so obscenely thick they covered her collarbones completely..

Krissy's skin was glistening with sweat and the remants of posing oil, strangely stretched and taxed from the incomprehensibly huge muscles that she wanted and needed so badly to pump their girth to their physical limit, to be the most insane, JACKED girl ever, to pump herself up so huge with titantic, razor sharp muscles that Tom would never be able to look at another huge female bodybuilder and get hard again, no matter the amount of muscle they had piled on, abusing their bodies in their relentless search for more mass - SHE was the biggest, most cut, the most roided-up - she was a muscle-goddess!

"OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!" she moaned alarmingly loud, her mouth open and a weird, low creaking groan now coming from it, her bulbuous, mass-injected physique now completely expanded to its' full-out limit, traps the size of cooking hams flattening her small ears to her skull, framing her agony-filled, tear-stained, gorgeously and outrageously still feminine face with impossible, overtly maculine slabs of muscle. Her eyes rolled back in her head drastically as she fought off the excruciating pain for another second, neck corded with huge tendons and veins, her entire body trapped in a muscle-locking, vibrating, abhorrent flex, breaths coming in savage grunts.

"I'M AT MY MAX, TOM!" she spit slightly as she groaned out like an animal, as her intelligble words lowered into a keening wail of pain, the effort of speaking obvious alongside the titantic most muscular pose she still held despite the feeling of deep, cutting razorblades all over her enormous, twitching, colossus of beefy groups of balled muscle, sinew, and vascularity. Every inch of her unbelievable, bloated body was infested with crawling, pumping veins and cabled arteries, feeding blood to the monstrous, thick masses of muscle erupting from her five-foot frame like they were trying to escape her saran-wrapped skin.

"I'm a fucking MUSCLE BEAST TOM! Look at ME! HNNNGGGAAAAAA! Look at my fucking ...... GIANT bulging muscles, Tom! Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod OHMYGOD ohmygod ...... HHHHHNNNNGHHH! SO YOooKED! .... ANNNNNGGGHHHH!" Tears, sweat, and drool now ran in separate tracks freely down her tortured face, and the impossible young girl's unstoppable vascularity had finally swallowed her tree-stump neck and began to creep along her contorted visage, splitting her forehead and cheeks with ugly, purplish veins, ruining her previously gorgeous face with the after-effects of all of the muscles she had forcibly stuffed mercilessly into her once slight, female frame. Rosa lifted her head slightly at Krissy's screams, gasped in fear and instinctual revulsion at the sight, and quickly ducked her head under her arm again, sheilding herself from the abomination of femininity and nature.

Tears ran down Tom's face as well, partly from his blatant fear of the unnatural, science lab monstrosity in front of him, and partially from relief as his long-awaited ejaculation finally happenned in the face of steroid-edificed, teenaged muscular armageddon.

Krissy's face, trapped and squeezed in slightly, forcing her mouth into an 'o' by the impeding mass of her maxed-out, inflated neck and traps, was now frozen in an almost cute look of surprise, the excruciating, scream-inducing, unbearable pain subsiding for just one instant to make way for a second, tremendous orgasm of her own, the hulking muscle-girl dropping heavily to one knee in uncharacteristic total submission of control, weird groans, whining and grunting emitting from her open, trembling and pouty pink lips incredibly loudly, and still the teenaged freak of nature was holding her monumental, shaking, physique-inflating crab pose, as her spunk gushed out once again with surprising volume to spackle granite hard, meat-stuffed thighs.

Krissy's head was down, shaking slightly, and her body was absolutely revolting - all she was was big, striated, veiny, grossly inflated and pumped up impossible muscle-meat with a pigtailed head atop, her body no longer appearing quite human, much less that of a teenaged girl. Femininity got slapped across the face by bulbous, thick traps, shredded, vein-webbed bowling balls of jumping pectorals, bulging melons of biceps and matching, bloated horseshoes of triceps, and not in the very least her cobblestone-paved, wide and thickly vasculated abdominals.

Finally, at the apex of her tremendous, groaning, earth-shaking flex, Tom emitted a humorously girlish scream as his jism sprayed from him like a firehose, foot long ropes erupting from him and shooting impressively over the massive swollen mountain of shoulder and boulder-shaped trap of the dangerously, unbelievably thick, sweat-slicked, quivering naked young female bodybuilder just a few spare feet from him.

"MMMmmmmm......" Krissy moaned, strangely soft and girlish after the animalistic grunting and groaning of seconds before, "God, that was incredible! Tom, you've got VIP status with me, I've NEVER gotten this pumped, this enormous, I mean, Jesus, I'm a freak!" she puffed between hard breaths that swelled her enormous chest, laughing lightly as Tom went into light convulsions at the sound of her silky voice, his spraying limited now to a still impressive squirt every few moments as his crying and moaning both lowered in volume and finally ceased.

"And, of course, the whole coming twice thing, that always helps," she chirped cheerfully.

She turned around, finding her disintegrated lace panties and split bra on the floor near the bed with a look of confusion, as if she had forgotten about the titantic, body-swelling flexes that had rendered them useless, a slight frown on her face.

"Well, this isn't very good," she pouted, finding the pieces of her tiny, button up blouse that she'd destroyed hours before when her body had only been unbelievable, not pumped to popping with steroid-induced, monstrous, mind-frying musculature. Finally, she spied the trench she had worn over it all to get through the lobby as inconspicuously as she could and get to Tom's room. She picked it up, and pulled it over her hulking, bulging shoulders and traps after she got the coat over her arms with little struggle.

"Don't worry, the swelling will go down, my muscles get really big when I pump them up, and then they get a little more 'normal', like when I first got here," Krissy giggled, starting to button up the large, resisting trench. "If by normal you mean guns bigger than twenty inches," she teased, throwing a small flex of her giant bicep his way, the fabric of the trench swelling dangerously and becoming tight on her bloated arm.


Tom's Encounter - Epilogue
Submitted by thesabre on April 6, 2010 - 9:41am

"Rosa, take this," Krissy said to the young girl, and threw her a pill bottle from a front pocket of her trenchcoat. It hit the ground in front of the maid, rolled, and she stooped to pick it up, a dumbfounded smile on her face.
"EZ... Fit?" she asked, looking from the label to Krissy's smiling face.
"Yeah, I got my hands on some from one of the scientists," she said, grinning widely and exposing perfect, white teeth. "This one particularly enjoyed some gut-punching," she whispered coyly, "really liked hitting and then getting beat up by big, muscular girls. This is for some live testing that's going to be done in a small town by the base, leaked out if you will - they want to see the effects on general public, girls and boys, to see if I'm the exception to the rule. Whenever you're ready, take some of the pills - the quickness to set in and your overall build will be determined by your chemical makeup," Krissy stopped, looking at Rosa's bewildered face.
"Tome alguno y sus músculos serán tan grandes como los míos," she said, and understanding and delight shone on Rosa's face. Take them and you'll have big muscles like mine.
Rosa slid the bottle in her pocket, saying, "Gracias, gracias," as she slid out the door, leaving only Tom and Krissy in the room. Tom still laid on the floor, stark naked, exhausted near to the point of passing out, with his manhood finally wilting after a full-on femuscle onslaught of epic proportions.
"Tom, here's my card, it has my private cell number on it," Krissy bent over to drop the card on the coffee table, picking up her folder at the same time and simultaneously making her titantic calves bulge insanely. "I know I'm not cheap, but I have a feeling you'll be getting in touch again - I'll try to get even bigger, more muscular for you," she whispered seductively, and blew a kiss to Tom as he rolled a bit on the floor at her silken voice and the word 'muscular' uttered from her lips.
Then the young pig-tailed girl with the skin-tight, deformed trenchcoat opened the door and walked out into the hallway of the hotel, drawing stares and gasps as she walked quickly, happily, her exposed mammothly muscled legs swellling and rippling with each step.

[brave_archer]

He's alive! Awesome to see you here! Any plans for new works in the future? You're the best, man!

[fitgirlfanguy]

thesabre's Muscle Sex series has got to be one of the most epic pieces of muscle fiction ever written.  Great descriptive writing in all stories.  Thanks for posting here!