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[Brfan]

Casually stopping by, just to bring this one up

[Brfan]

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[QBikk]

I agree on the bump!!

[sammycooke]

Another bump. Was hoping there had been something posted when I saw it near the top

[musclelvr56]

I apologize for the very long hiatus, but here is the next part:

Chapter 9: Discovery

Jane's Perspective:

The morning of the competition had finally come. Ally had suggested that I cut off the world to mentally prepare for stepping on stage. "No phone, no TV, no computer, I want you focused and rested," she had told me the night before. I had obeyed, reluctantly. I still hadn't heard from Roger after I sent the pics, hopefully I hadn't freaked him out too much. Those thoughts fleeted as I reached the venue, replaced by butterflies as I stepped into the preparation area. I met Ally towards the back. As she bronzed me up, I started to check out the competition. Surprisingly, only one other girl really stood out. Even though this was my first show, Ally had a way of pumping up my self confidence. Even she only made comments about the one girl. "Honestly Jane, I think you won't do very well in figure. Just too big and too hard, I am sorry for that. However, it's going to be between you and her for the physique title." She motioned with her head to the same brunette I had been checking out. The brunette was in the other corner, pumping up. She was an older woman as well. Her age was hard to pinpoint, but she seemed close to me. Hard, dark tanned skin glistened in the harsh lighting as she blasted through dumbbell curls. Veins seemed to be coming from everywhere. I had never seen abs riddled with the small snaking lines like she had. Wow, was all I could think.

"That's Sherri Raymonds. Similar story to you, really. Mom of three, about your age I think. She's been working with my old coach. He is good, she's got her conditioning on point. It's between you and her, I'm telling you."

I nodded at Ally. The competition seemed to pass by in overdrive at that point. Ally had been right, I did terrible in figure. But, like she had suggested, it had been between me and Sherri for the title. Unfortunately, Sherri edged me out and earned her pro card. The judges said her shoulders had better shape than mine, and her pecs had better symmetry, which Ally quickly translated to: she has boob implants. While I was somewhat disappointed in the results, I obviously had wanted to win, I couldn't help but feel an amazing sense of accomplishment. The work I had put in, the diet, the supplements, and even the drugs, had completely transformed me, and I loved it. In fact, I wanted more, I wanted that sword, that silly little tiara. I wanted what Sherri and Ally had, a pro card.

Ally took me out in celebration. After a large, fulfilling meal, she dropped me off at home, to my request. "Hey, I'm proud of you babe. Get some rest, we'll discuss where to go from here tomorrow. Enjoy the success, you were amazing."

"Thank you...babe. I laughed at the little joke. I couldn't have done it without you." I held up my little second place trophy in triumph and waved Ally off.

I walked inside the empty house, full, happy, exhausted....and weirdly horny. Roger....shit I almost forgot. I hope he ok. I finally read the texts he had sent yesterday evening.

"OMG Jane! Is that really you? You look incredible! Those other physique girls don't know what's coming for them! Hell at this rate, you'll be coming after Ally's title".

I smiled, knowing Roger had made it to Australia ok, but then it hit me. Guess he got the pics...wait how did he know I was competing in physique....and how did he know what titles Ally had. I never told him any of that. Maybe he looked her up, guess that explains that part, but the fact he knew what category I was competing in, that's not something people just know. Part of me know I was being fanatical, but the whole sentence clawed at me for some reason. Maybe Roger knew more about bodybuilding than I thought? Maybe he had started researching since I had told him? Shit, why had he been soooo encouraging about me joining a gym? A lot of maybes in there. I was being paranoid. Go to bed Jane was all I could think. I shot a quick reply back to Roger "got second, I'll fill you in when you get back". With that I showered, and finally laid down to go to sleep.

But sleep didn't come, why was Roger's text bothering me so much? There was a small part of me that had always suspected something. Ally had explained something to me a little while ago, that seemed to spark my suspicions, only further heightened by Roger's text. You see, there are men out there that find muscular women attractive. It comes in differing levels, and with it, different fetishes that are fueled by the muscles. And I'm not talking about a slight desire for fit girls, no I'm talking about an all out obsession for bulging, veiny, freaks of women. I had always had a suspicion Roger was into something else, really I had thought maybe he had been gay. He never really had many girlfriends, and I had never found the stereotypical Playboy hidden under his mattress. Tonight's text had shifted my mind to a different direction. Maybe Roger was one of these shmoes. My mind was racing, I had to find out.

I know Roger had kept his old laptop in his old room. Maybe I could find something on there. You are a terrible person is all I could think to myself as I got out of bed and made my way there, but for some reason I had to know. I booted up the old windows and waited while it did it's thing, all the while the devil and angels on my shoulders continued to yell at each other, but tonight it seemed the little devil would win. The password prompt showed up, luckily I knew Roger, and how uncreative he was. Same password for Netflix, Spotify, probably his bank account. I typed in the usual...and I was in. I started digging through the folders. So much for his privacy. I found the normal stuff, pictures from high school, old home work, college applications. Obviously his internet search history had automatically erased from years of non-usage. I was convinced I was being weird until I clicked on the last folder buried in his documents. "New Folder" as it was titled. When it opened I almost started laughing. Individual folders were inside, all titled with women's names. Some I recognized, most I didn't. As I clicked through them, I couldn't help but smile. I had been right. Roger was a schmoe, or at least he had a thing for muscular women. As I clicked on video after video of scantily clad women posing for the camera, different emotions seemed to come in waves over me. First it was fascination, then erotic, but the one that really stuck was jealousy. I ogled over some of the top physiques in female bodybuilding. I was jealous of their shape, their power, but mostly I found myself jealous of how Roger most likely looked at them. I signed off the computer and went back to my bed. Strange new thoughts raced through my mind as I drifted to sleep.

[QBikk]

Hey, please don't apologize and thanks for continuing it. It's a great one, I can't wait to read the next chapter.

[Ncsn]

Ooooh... excited!!! Looking forward to the next one.

[jhunter]

Can't wait for more myself.

[phil123]

With this new chapter I hope for some more.

[gunshow98]

Can't wait to see how Jane shows Roger that she knows now. Great story!

[Brfan]

Bumping it up...

[QBikk]

Oh yeah, it definitely needs an ending :-)

[tapion]

This story is so great!

[QBikk]

This story is so great!

Yep, I hope the Author will come back to it and close it.

[Brfan]

We need more of this