Roided Up Valkyries: Pumping Iron

[Apley44]

Hi there, this is a story that I just thought of on the spot. Characters are inspired by my favourite artists, Crisshapes (creator of Jennifer Hardstone, Gina Isenbody, Mangled by Mandi, Muscle Bitch) and David C Matthews (creator of Tetsuko Breckenridge and Satin Steele).

Not sure if i could continue this, but I hope you can enjoy what is already written.

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Roided-up Valkyries: Pumping Iron
Chapter 1
Coming back from school, I chucked my bag on the couch and peeled off my XXXL sized sweater, exposing my huge physique wearing only my thin black stringer vest and shorts. I went past the full-sized mirror to check out my physique, which I was super satisfied with. Standing at 6 foot 5 and weighing an awesome 340 pounds, I struck a powerful side chest pose that showed off enough size and muscularity to put 99.9% of the men in the world to shame – men that were twice my age and at the peak of their prowess. I was only 18 years old, but I was rocking a championship bodybuilder body that would stand toe-to-toe with the likes of Hadi Choopan, Big Ramy, Derek Lunsford, Andrew Jacked and Nick Walker. At 18 years old, I was the youngest male professional bodybuilder ever in the Mr Olympia.

As I chugged down my gallon of pre workout, I made my way down to the basement gym for my second of three workout sessions of the day. Today was chest and back day and I was not backing down. As I made my way deeper down the stairs, the familiar guttural grunts and literally ground-shaking crash of massively stacked weights hitting the floor reverberated across the staircase. I passed by the sign that said "The Slaughterhouse" and pushed open the rusty metal door, the words painted in bright red: Only Animals Beyond This Point.

As the door creaked open, I was greeted by a gush of stale warm air. The familiar smell of my mother's musky and sweaty body odour, induced with the strong musk of her testosterone-induced pheromone surge, mixing with the stuffiness and humidity of the raw old-school gym. Pools of sweat gathered on the concrete floor, decorated with the prints of naked feminine feet. As I approached the far corner, following the sweaty footprints, the sound of the beastly grunts and ground-shaking crash of iron barbells against the floor intensified further. At last, I could make out the massive figure in front of me. 36-years-old, 7 foot 3, and 550 pounds of pure muscle, all in her NAKED glory. My muscle goddess of a mother, 14-time consecutive Miss Invincible champion, the unstoppable Thora Isengard, aka "Thunderbody". As she grunted ferociously for her 24th rep of her 880-pound deadlift, her entire body of muscles burst to life, her glorious thickly rounded muscle bellies threatening to hulk out of her flesh, her sweaty tanned skin glinting majestically in the light. Her monstrous back (a.k.a. The Thunderback) was staring back at me with its demon-faced muscular terrain, an exaggerated anatomy chart of untamed womanly muscle in full display. She hustled over to the full-body mirrors, checking out the HUGE rippling stature of her pumped-up physique. She displayed a sexy abdominals and thighs pose, her shredded midsection twisting rhythmically into a graceful belly dance, before crunching dynamically to show off a ripped set of sculpted eight-pack abs. It was the most beautiful set of abs to ever grace the bodybuilding stage, the world knew her abs as "The Thunderpack". Then, my mom took a deep breath, brought down her arms in front of her to transition into her magnum opus, her greatest pose and the most incredible bodybuilding flex of all time: the Most Muscular! And wow did she just EXPLODE with absolute MASS. It was sheer horror to her opponents, male and female, and sheer beauty for me, for she was the greatest, biggest, heaviest and most muscular bodybuilder in the world right now (be it male or female). She was showing off a physique that was unbeatable even against the best bodybuilders in history. It was like a muscle-obsessed sculptor took all the best body parts from all the best bodybuilders in history, enhanced them a dozen times further and assembled them into my mom's God-like physique. From bottom up, her massive sinewy "Thunder Thighs" could easily destroy Jay Cutler's legendary quad stomp from 2009; her waspishly thin but jacked up Thunderpack and obliques could hands-down pwn Andrew Jacked's very own set of symmetrical abdominals; her hunky muscular chunks of titanic pecs (called Thunderpecs) could humiliate Arnold's famous chest any day; her huge Thunderarms could make Lee Priest and Phil Heath's arms look tiny by comparison; and her best and most famous body part, her demon-faced Thunderback, mounds upon solid mounds of dynamite muscular density, the ultimate personification of MASS, the thick ferocity of her latissimus dorsi, trapezius, rhomboids, serratus posteriors, teres majors, teres minors and erector spinae all fighting for space to display the sizeable might of a Nimitz-class aircraft carrier on her back. If my mom were to do a back posedown against the best backs of the century: Ronnie Coleman, Kai Greene and Dorian Yates, she would absolutely HUMILIATE them, for she was bigger - so much bigger - that they wouldn't even stand a chance! As she held her fearsome Most Muscular pose in an air of full confidence, everything about her just screamed GIGANTIC. I was a Mr Olympia qualifier and hot favourite to win top 3, but standing next to my mom, I had never felt so small. She was twice my size, two times heavier, three times stronger and so much more ripped!

"HUUUUUURRRRRR! ABSOLUTE MUSCLE!" she bragged, her voice commanding in a sexy velvety baritone.

As she straightened up from her incredible flex, I could see my mom's true imposing muscular figure as she approached me. Outrageously thick and beautifully rounded hunks of muscle all attached to her sexy womanly hourglass frame, perfected with a sensual and elegant feminine strut. Despite all that emasculating muscle, my mom displayed a body that epitomised the ultimate sexiness of a female bodybuilder, her perfectly proportioned muscular frame and that perfectly accentuated her voluptuous feminine curves, the ideal personification of the comic book heroines of CrisShapes and David C Matthews, the real-life version of a pumped-up Jennifer Hardstone, Gina Isenbody, Mandi Stevens, and Tetsuko Breckenridge. But despite the artillery of heavyweight muscle, my mom was voted World's Top 20 Most Beautiful Women by People's Magazine for the past 5 consecutive years. You should have seen all the thirst comments and flirty messages my mom received from her Insta****s posts. Since young, she had always been a Swedish beauty, Viking blood runs through her veins. Even now, in her naked musclebound glory, her gorgeous face could outshine supermodels ten years younger than her; she might be 36, but my mom doesn't look a day older than 25; her long golden blonde hair braided ceremoniously in the fashion of Viking beauties.

As my mother's imposing figure met my presence, her formidable musculature completely dwarfing mine, I couldn't help but admire her incredibly strong, ripped, and sexy nature. My mother was my idol, the true epitome of the modern, powerful woman. It all started 30 years ago, when a section of wealthy tycoons, men who were hardcore fans of female bodybuilding, decided to boycott the Miss Olympia altogether. They were tired of how the Miss Olympia always got overshadowed by the Mr Olympia, in terms of prestige, popularity and prize money. To them, female bodybuilding can be so much more, but being women, even the biggest Miss Olympias could only build up a fraction of the muscle mass that Men's Physique competitors could build, let alone the Mr Olympias. Standing side by side, the Miss Olympias looked tiny as compared to the Mr Olympias and Men's Classic Physique. They wanted to change all that. So they funded two of the most important assets that changed the bodybuilding world forever.

First, they funded a new league of bodybuilding contests, The Miss Invincible World Tour. Initially started as an underground bodybuilding contest, it has taken over the now defunct Miss Olympia as the premier bodybuilding contest for women. With the Miss Invincible season running from March to September, with a show held every 2-3 weekly in 12 different cities worldwide, before cumulating in the season finale in Las Vegas at the end of September. These majestic female bodybuilders would compete and accumulate points over the entire season, before the ultimate champion will be announced in the season finale. Each of these women were made up of PURE MUSCLE, and every single of them could strike a pose and humiliate the best Mr Olympias of today. Women were no longer the weaker, less muscular sex. With the Miss Invincible bodybuilding circuit, each and every one of these women were the pinnacle of human bodybuilding, with even the last-placed competitor still able to outweigh, out-size, outmuscle, out-pose and out-flex the Mr Olympia champion by a landslide. And as MASSIVE and RIPPED as these women are, they have yet to end the dominance of my mom, The Thunderbody. 14 consecutive years my mom has dominated. Brave, strong, courageous and insanely muscle-crazy women had challenged her, and challenged fiercely they did, but regardless, Thora "Thunderbody" has been utterly unbeatable in the end.

After a quick warm up, it was time for our intense afternoon workout session. Today was chest and back superset day. In the morning, we already did 2-hours of high intensity, heavyweight strength training, cables and machine edition. Intense morning pumps with an almost fully stacked cable flies, incline press, decline press, lateral pulldowns and variable-grip cable rows. Now was the afternoon session, which meant FREE WEIGHTS. Barbells and dumbbells. And we're about to do some serious heavyweight lifting.

"Come on, son! Clothes off. Show me all that naked meat!" my mom exclaimed, her ferocious and guttural screams capable of drowning out the angriest drill sergeants in the US Army.

I obeyed her, stripping out of my stringer vest and tiny undersized briefs, revealing my massive beast of a package – my 12-inch merciless pussy-ripping COCK, hardened out in its glory due to the arousal of seeing my mother's freakishly sexy Hulk-out, with two orange-sized balls dangling from its base. But my package was only part of my manliness, as confidently and powerfully, I struck out a Most Muscular to rival that of my mom's. I was nowhere as big as her, for she was a God-like monstrosity, but compared to all the other men who graced the Mr Olympia stage, I was mighty. Having inherited my mother's gifted genetics, I was no pushover as I pumped out my titanic pecs, thick rounded chunks of trapezius muscles rising all the way up my cheeks. My huge arms sported both size and definition, showing off my coconut-capped delts, horse-shoe twisted triceps and softball-rounded biceps. My forearms made Popeye's look like chopsticks, sculpted with a sinewy tapestry of tendons, striations and throbbing vessels. My thighs looked like premium Angus beef shanks, hard sinewy meat built by hours upon hours of barbell squats, leg presses and deadlifts.

As I loved posing naked, exposing my heavy, horse-fucking package, with my famous Ironman magazine cover spread of me riding nude over a Friesian steed, I was nicknamed "The Stallion".  Bill "The Stallion" Isengard, son of Thora "Thunderbody", grandson of Brunhilda "God-Muscle", reigning Mr Olympia at just 18 years of age, the teenage overlord of male bodybuilding and the blood of the Viking.

As I milked every ounce of muscle in my Most Muscular pose, I tried to intimidate my mom with a strong, ferocious growl, admiring my unstoppable Mr Olympia winning flex in the full-body mirror.

"I am INCREDIBLE!" I growled, my veins and muscles all pumped in unison. "No way am I losing the Mr Olympia at this rate!"
My mom smirked sarcastically as she witnessed my little parade, her icy disapproving eyes - the same eyes she uses on literally every other human being on this planet, casually flexed out her own Most Muscular, at just a fraction of her full effort, treating me no more than a rookie. And just like that, her so-called "quick and casual" Hulk-out straight up blown me off the stage, for every single chunk of she-muscle outclassed mine by a landslide. Me, a reigning Mr Olympia champion, further accentuating the oceanic gulf in class between the Miss Invincible and Mr Olympia championships. My mom was twice (almost three times) my size. She was an astronomical 558-pounds of pure womanly muscle, compared to my 315-pounds of manly beef. Even at a casual half-flex, every single muscle in her body: from her traps, to her delts, her chest, her back, her abs, her thighs and her calves, were two times bigger, two times thicker and much more well-defined than mine in my maximum pumped up measurements. Last year, I thought I made it big when my muscular body was hired as a body double to play The Hulk. Two days later, I found out that my mom was hired as the body double for The Hulk's far more massive and terrifying villain, The Abomination. She did such a great job, she was even hired by other companies to play other supervillains like Venom, Rhino, Juggernaut in Marvel; Doomsday, Bane and Darkseid in DC; and Conquest, Battle Beast, Thragg in the Invincible franchise.

"Nice try, son, but I am SUPERIOR," my mom commented, flipping her long, lush golden blonde hair back like the gorgeous supermodel that she was. Despite being fucking RIPPED to the bone, sporting a MASSIVE HEAVYWEIGHT body, and looking absolutely HUMUNGOUS to the public eye, my mom successfully held her reputation as one of the most gorgeous-looking and facially gifted women of the 21st century, outranking prime Angelina Jolie, Ana de Armas, Alexandra Daddario, Beyonce and Megan Fox as the face of People's magazine. "Now quit wasting time with your frivolous nonsense and give me 6 reps on the bench press!"

So my mom and I went straight to our workout. I always made it a habit to try and outlift her for every single exercise, but as usual, my mom was a freak of nature that could not be stopped. The world record raw bench press as of now was 782 pounds, lifted at a one rep max by its world record holder, Julius Maddox. I bench press that for reps! With 785 pounds, I managed to do a perfect 6 reps with perfect form, for 3 sets. But my mom, as always, was at least, twice as strong as me. At 785 pounds on the bench press, at world record weight, she managed a perfect 15 reps for 3 sets. And while I was driven up the wall by the 3rd set, my mom took one further by loading the barbell up to 800 pounds, before doing another TWO sets of 8 reps, just for the extra pump! By the end of it, the bar was bent to a simple U shape due to the sheer amount of weights loaded on either side, the whole room shaking as my mom crashed the bar back onto its rack. She was so absolutely PUMPED, and she was undeniably MASSIVE! Both our naked bodies glistened with sweat, looking as if we just took a dip at the pool, our perspiration forming puddles all over the concrete floor.

"WHOOOOOOO! LIGHTWEIGHT!" my mom yelled.

I was pumped all the way to muscle failure, but I just couldn't fathom how my mom could go on. This was just my first exercise, and nevermind that my mom came like an hour before me and completed multiple sets of heavyweight deadlifts, barbell rows and cable flys. And still she managed to outlift me in the bench press!

"C'mon! More!" my mom demanded, as we proceeded with a superset of weighted pull-ups, inclined bench press, lateral pulldowns, decline bench press, cable seated rows, one armed weighted push-ups and T-bar rows. Then, while I was catching my breath and keeping myself from puking, my mom proceeded to crank up three quick sets of barbell shoulder raises, just for the fun of it. Then, we ended the session with a 500-rep abs workout, with 100 reps for each of the 5 exercises: cable crunches, weighted hanging leg raises, weighted Russian twists, jacknife crunches and bicycle crunches.

"Oh my God! That was an incredible workout!" my mom exclaimed at the end of the day. For me, I was just glad it was over.

"Good job son!"

"By the way mom, after this, I'm having a friend over. Would that be ok?" I asked, still catching my breath from the mega-abs marathon.

"Sure son. But who is this friend of yours?"

"Her name's Sydney. We've been dating for a month now. We're watching Baywatch in my room later," I said.

My mom bellowed. "Well, well, well, a girlfriend huh...watching...Baywatch? Ha! If it goes more than that, remember to use protection!"

"Mom! Ha! Who are you to say?" I joked, remembering her personal "harem" of gigolos she keep at her sponsor's company grounds. My mom, with her outrageous testosterone filled workouts and steroid regimes, proudly sports a hyperactive libido. Every other day, she had these gigolos delivered to our house so she could fuck their brains out and release her incredible orgasmic load.

"Hahaha! Well, don't mind me, I'll be at the pool sunbathing. C'mon, let's finish up and shower before she comes."

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[tapion]

Cool ! I like it so far. How do you want to go on ?

[tapion]

I like the thought...that Sydney is already fit. A cheerleader or gym bunny. With nice toned but shredded muscles. Low body fat. Veiny. Maybe at the beginning of a roid adventure??

[zertus2]

This is great so far! I really like all your other stories and would love to read more.

[Need!More!Muscle!]

Heck yeah love you A

[Morin Kun]

Keep them coming. Love your stories

[phil123]

And soon Sydney becomes bigger than him.

[Apley44]

Chapter 2: Mother and Son Bonding

After our workout, my mom brought two boxes of syringes – one for her, and one for me – courtesy of our sponsors. Valhalla Genetics, a female bodybuilding company, established for the sole purpose of creating the greatest female bodybuilder the world has ever seen. And for 14 years, their greatest asset, my mom, Thora "Thunderbody" Isengard, was their biggest source of revenue. From the millions in Miss Invincible prize money, to sponsorship deals, broadcasting rights, modelling gigs, acting gigs, female Musclefuck pornographic content and merchandise sales, they were a multi billion dollar company, reinvesting their revenue to developing the best female bodybuilder (that is, my mom) via the research and development of the best muscle building steroids, best bodybuilding supplements, best workout regimes and best nutritional diets. And their proudest invention was a special female-only steroidal performance enhancing drug known as Testosterone V. Interacting with a woman's oestrogen output, Testosterone V's synthetic steroidal compounds increases a woman's muscle building capacity up to five times of normal testosterone, 4.5 times much more potent than Tren, Anavar and Dianabol, while amplifying female sexual characteristics like vaginal muscle development, skin rejuvenation and breast augmentation, at the same time, minimising virilizing side effects like voice deepening, hirsutism and acne. The only side effects my mom ever had were the increased sensualisation of her velvety baritone voice, her oversexualised libido and the more rapid growth of her pubic and armpit hair, requiring a clean shave twice everyday.

I took the angry looking syringe and plunged the Testosterone V into her naked muscular buttock, her body shuddering with ecstasy as she felt the orgasmic surge of power that came with the ingestion of the wonder steroid. She clenched her fists, her veins throbbing as she relished the flow of Testosterone-V across her entire bloodstream, fast-tracking her metabolism to build up pounds upon pounds of sexy, strong, female muscle that she would proudly parade for the entire world to see.

As I helped myself to the second syringe, my regular testosterone regime for male bodybuilders, my mom ignored me as she downed a massive bottle, almost 3 litres, of Valhalla Genetics' specialised enhanced protein formula to assist her freakish muscle building. We then proceeded to our regular post-workout ritual, the showers, which was always a highly-sexualised affair.

We both stepped inside the upstairs shower, a mega luxury bathroom perfect for posing, bathing and sex. Like the strong emasculating muscle bombshell that she was, a perfect super villainess of rippling she-beef, my mom swept me off my feet, bundling up my naked body in a man-shaming bridal carry, my 300-pound heavyweight body weighing no more than a beanbag in her monstrously thickened arms. Ever since I was born, I had always known my mom to be this ripped and roided-up villainess, strong arms cradling me as a baby till adulthood. Until today, I had always loved the feeling of being protected by my strong and powerful mother. Just like the time when I just learned how to hold her muscles in my palms, now I expertly fondled and worshipped the sculpture of she-muscle in front of me, running my hands along the majestic, marble-solid density of her boulder-like shoulders and bowling-ball arms. I took my time fondling and feeling the thick, hard mounds of meat that made up her oversized deltoids, relishing the deeply carved grooves that divided the chunky meats of her anterior, lateral and rear delts like grooves on a pumpkin. I felt up her huge, well-defined arms: cupping my hands over the perfectly rounded bicep, no different than a polished steel ball stuffed below her skin; plus the massive lobster-claw tricep bulging out of her arm like a terrain of muscle. Then, I felt her strong, hunky pecs that put all the men in the world to shame, with the curved roundness of her feminine tits blending so nicely with the contours of her beautiful pectorals. My gigantic cock was erect at full hardness, and I gyrated my pelvis so that the tip of my penis traced little circles around the edges of her pinkish areolas and bullet-hard nipples. My mother then set me upon the sink counter, the four walls of the bathroom with their floor-to-ceiling mirrors that gave me the best muscle show a man could ever ask for.

My mom, obsessed with her ultimately ripped physique, let out an animalistic roar as she hulked-out her signature Most Muscular, every single fibre, sinew, tendon and blood vessel in her body bursting into an explosive MONSTROSITY of muscle. No words could describe how outrageously RIPPED and MASSIVE my mom was right now. Just this hulk-out alone added another 50-pounds of pure muscle into her frame, making her looking absolutely fearsome and indomitable.

"Holy fuck Mom! You look fucking massive!" I said.

"Of course I am, son! That's why I'm the 14-time Miss Invincible Champion! That's why...I'm the THUNDERBODY!"

In all her naked glory, she looked like an absolute BEAST of a being, a creature much more superhuman than humanity itself, her MONSTROUSLY musclebound physique looking utterly ALIEN-LIKE, totally WARRIOR-ESQUE and perfectly GODDESS-WORTHY. The massiveness of her X-taper body causing her to look like a fearsome brute of a being - someone that would send toughened truckers cowering with fear and violent gangsters giving way to her – the feminine hourglass curves inspiring comic artists like CrisShapes and David C. Matthews, differing her from the angular blocky structure of male bodybuilders. She was a woman, albeit a sexily, strong and JACKED-UP woman, more roided-up that the biggest male bodybuilders in history, let alone the females.

"OH FUCK ME MOM, YOU'RE SO. FUCKING. RIPPED!" I exclaimed.

My mom bellowed loudly as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I know, son, and at this rate, I'm gonna win next year's Miss Invincible by a landslide!" She said as she showed off a famous ¾ back pose just to prove her point. "Anyways, you should get ready for your girlfriend. I'm gonna have a nice old tan in the pool."

[Apley44]

Chapter 3: Sydney's Muscular Fetish

I just finished showering when the doorbell rang. My mom, Thora "Thunderbody" Isengard, was lounging by the pool, getting her daily suntan, and nothing would get her out of her lounge chair, so I had to be the one to get the door. I only managed to put on a pair of briefs before answering the door.

"Hey there handsome..."

The girl who greeted me at the door was Sydney Steel, my new girlfriend of just one month. Like me, she was 18, a senior in our high-school and cheerleading captain. Wearing our high school hoodie, with gorgeous velvet lipstick and her jet-black hair tied into a high ponytail, she looked every bit like the most beautiful girl in school, and probably the entire town. Besides being cheer captain and former State gymnastics champion, she was also former Miss Teen California and homecoming queen three years in a row. Raised by her single father and growing up youngest in a household of five older brothers, she had dated her fair share of dreamy guys in school and she had a particular type: athletic, big, tall, handsome, popular jocks. No doubt her list of past ex-boyfriends include the State wrestling champ, captain of the football team and the multiple gold medal winner of a state college Swim team. But now, her latest boyfriend was me, the next and youngest Mr Olympia male bodybuilding champion.

"Hey babe, you look amazing!" I said, closing the door and inviting her in.

"Well, it's our one-month anniversary and I wanna give you a little...present," she then admired the work of art that was my bodybuilder's physique, running her hands down both my thick pecs, "Mmm...Bill, you've been working out..."

I smiled. "Yeah, babe, pumped up these pecs just for you."

"Mmm...mama likey..." she said as she kissed my hairless muscular chest and licked my nipple. "And i'm sure...papa likey...this..."

She unzipped her hoodie and let it fall on the floor, revealing an incredibly toned, sexy, hourglass body that would put any swimsuit model or porn star to shame. She was wearing a tiny red microkini that showed so much of her snowy beige skin that little was left to the imagination – just enough fabric to cover the outlines of her areolas, exposing an almost 360 degree view of her tits. Her voluptuous boobs were like DD cups, so unbelievable were their appearance, with their firmness, perkiness, the depth of her cleavage and the way they just defied gravity, many would think her boobs were enhanced. But she was genetically gifted and all natural. She then kicked off her slippers and pulled down her jeans, revealing so much more of her forbidden beauty. Her long slim legs were wearing nothing but a matching red thong, so tiny that it just barely covered the lining of her pussy. I could see the sexy contours of her luscious groin and labia, and when she turned around and cocked her hips, her fingers traced the edges of her beautiful, big, round ass, so perfectly round and globular, she would be the epitome of the Brazilian Butt Lift. The whole school knew she had an amazing body from her cheerleading performances, but right now, exclusively for me in a minuscule red microkini, she was proving everyone right.

Violently, she grabbed my briefs and ripped it off, causing a part of me to shudder at the sheer hunger of her lust. She grabbed my cock and felt its size in her hands, weighing my two massive balls in her palms as well.

"Mmm...you're a fine specimen of a man, Bill. You're strong, muscular, and your package is huge! A perfect man. I have always wanted to be fucked by a perfect man. The stallion. I wanna ride you, and fuck you! Forget the foreplay! Cum inside me and let me have your kids! I want big strong kids like you too!"

With that, I ripped off her thongs and bikini, and stuffed my massive dick into her hairless, puffed-up vagina. Despite me being the alpha male, Sydney just loves doing all the work. She liked being on top, and riding me in all sorts of positions. She was a crazy slut and she was great at sex. I lost count the number of times I climaxed, depositing my thick cum straight into her pussy like a fire hydrant. By the end of the hour, I was well-spent, my stamina waning, panting for dear oxygen as she fucked my brains out.

"Oh my God! Sydney! That was amazing!" I yelled.

Sydney, still breathless and panting from the rock-and-roll sex we just had, her pussy dripping with my juicy cum, leaned forward to kiss me deeply.

"Thank you so much, babe. Imma go grab some water."

"Holy fuck, Bill!" she exclaimed from the kitchen suddenly, causing me to barge in to witness the source of the commotion.

"Wait, what happened?" I asked.
 
"Who is that by the pool? She looks incredible!"

"Oh, that's my mom," I replied.

"Is that...Thora Thunderbody? The Goddess-Queen of bodybuilding?" Sydney asked.

"Yup, that's my mom."

"Why didn't you say so! Oh my God, I'm so stupid! I should've known! Thora Thunderbody Isengard! Bill Isengard! Of course you're related!"

Sydney then excitedly swarmed past the back door and into the pool area, where my mom was sunbathing upon her lounge chair, all in her golden tan nudity.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you, Miss Thunderbody..." she squeaked. 

My mom tilted down her sunglasses to observe the sexually attractive naked 18-year-old girl behind her. "Why hello there sweetie. You must be Sydney."

Hearing my mom say her name caused Sydney to skip and squeal like an obsessed little girl. "Oh my God! Thora Thunderbody knows my name! Miss Thunderbody, I'm, like, your biggest fan!"

"Why, whatdayaknow. It's always great to meet a fan," my mom said.

"Well, I didn't know you're a fan of bodybuilding, Sydney," I chimed in.

Sydney chuckled. "Well, I only ever follow the Miss Invincible Grand Prix, and for as long as I remember, Miss Thunderbody has been the undisputed champion, every single time! Oh my God, I wanted to BE you ever since I was a little girl, and...I would be lying if I didn't say you've been the object of my fantasies, Miss Thunderbody."

My mom bellowed. "Well, its good to have inspired the younger generations."

"Miss Thunderbody, can I...like...feel your muscles?" Sydney asked coyly.

"Sure," my mom said as she proudly got up from her lounge chair. As her strong bare feet touched the ground, we could feel the vibrations caused by her heavy footsteps, the thunderous thumps of her feet reverberating across the backyard. My mom's outrageously massive figure blotted the sun out from our view, casting a gigantic shadow that eclipsed mine and Sydney's bodies. Her tanned skin glistened under the sunlight, the muscle bellies from every chunk of muscle in her body shining like polished gold. As she lifted her arms to flex a dynamite front double bicep, the erotic stench of her pheromone-induced body odour prickled our nostrils, which undoubtedly sent a flurry of hormonal urges across Sydney's bloodstream (something which I inferred from her moans and rolling back of her eyeballs).

"Oh God yes!" Sydney screamed, as she witnessed the erotic muscle show that my mom was parading in front of her. The hyper developed muscularity on my mom's biceps was so rounded and defined, like shot-puts jutting out from her arms, opposed by thick, meaty triceps that would put Roelly Winklaar to shame. Her forearm muscles were equally magnificent, the beefy flexors and striated extensor complexes displaying both emasculating mass and brutal feminine ferocity.

"Can I touch them?" Sydney asked, her eyes sparkling.

My mom smirked as she relished in the hypnotised obsession of her biggest fan. "Be my guest."

Sydney shuddered in climatic ecstasy as she placed her fingers upon my mom's peaked biceps, taking in all the solidity, hardness and strength contained within the ball of sexy female muscle. I could imagine Sydney's laboured breaths as she struggled to contain her libido. She proceeded to caress the vast meatiness of my mom's man-shaming pecs and voluptuous assets, before admiring the incredible globes of latissimus dorsi muscles, so vast, so curvy and thick like a pair of muscular glutes flanking her upper back.

The thing that finally pushed me over the edge was the puddle of vaginal juices dripping from her pussy, flowing down the insides of both her thighs, the act of muscle worship sending her into unbearable orgasm, her juices forming a disc sized puddle on the floor. Not even she was enjoying this much when we were fucking just now, and yet she was literally head-over-heels from just the act of caressing my mom's muscles.

"My, my, you're wet, sweetie," my mom commented, "So. Fucking. Wet."

"Ohhhh fuck...Miss Thora, you're just so powerful and massive, I just can't control myself...you're so much bigger in real life!" Sydney moaned.

My mom laughed sinisterly again. "Of course, sweetie. That's what happens when I successfully put on another 30 pounds of pure muscle since the last contest!"

"Ohhhh fuckkkk yeaaah! Miss Thora, pleaaase, can I pleeease kiss your muscles?" Sydney begged.

"Of course, sweetie. Experience what REAL muscle tastes like."

But Sydney did way more than just "kissing". No. She was basically licking, sucking, and smothering all over my mom's muscles. She suckled my mom's nipples, having a couple of big mouthfuls of my mom's nutritious breastmilk, before planting kisses all over her titanic pecs. Then she moved on to my mom's Thunderpack abs, running her tongue down all the way from my mom's groin up to her xiphisternum, feeling the rugged bumpiness of her washboard abs.

Sydney was now brave enough to reach for my mom's sexy vagina, but was stopped dead in her tracks when my mom grabbed a handful of her hair.

"Oh no sweetie. Thora's Thunderpussy is for BIG, STRONG girls only. I only fuck bodybuilders, I'm not wasting my cum on skinny sluts. Unless...you can prove to me you have what it takes to be a Muscle Beast like me."

Sydney fell to her knees, kissing my mom's strong vascular feet.

"Oh Miss Thora, I have always dreamed of becoming a super strong, super ripped female bodybuilder. Can you be my coach? Train me like a beast and give me no mercy! Juice me up with all that extreme gear you take everyday. I wanna be HUGE! I wanna be POWERFUL! I not only wanna love you, I wanna BE you!"

"You sure about that, sweetie? It takes a lot of willpower and sacrifice."

Sydney nodded. "You have no idea how much willpower I have! Many people don't know, but I'm a pro certified MMA trainer. And I'm the school cheer captain. And three-time State gymnastics gold medallist. I have willpower! And strength! And to prove it, I'm willing to do anything. Test me!"
My mom's eyes lit up. As if asking...is this girl for real? She scanned her surroundings to see if there was anything that could test Sydney's toughness and resolve.

"Right, sweetie," my mom suggested, "fight my son. Use your MMA skills for all I care. And if you beat him, I'll take you on as my apprentice. Who knows, maybe you can be the next face of Valhalla Genetics."

Sydney stood up and took up the challenge. All this while, I was just watching, and the more I watched, the more confused I was.
 
"Mom, you want me to fight her? I can't fight a girl!" I protested. "I'm over 300 pounds and thrice her size!"

"Shut up Bill! Don't you dare underestimate me! I'm not joking about being a certified MMA trainer you know! I work part-time at Dragon's Gym, and I teach both women and men!"

My mom was suddenly entertained by all this. "You heard the girl, son. Fight!"

And with lightning quick reflexes of a professional fighter, Sydney landed a ruthless uppercut straight to my jaw before following up rapidly with a powerful knee strike against my sternum. Her technique was mercilessly flawless, to the point you would think she was a professional fighter rather than a high school senior. Shocked at how unexpectedly quick and freakishly strong her blows were, I stumbled back, my 300-pound Olympia body struggling against a 140-pound girl.

It was during this quick break that I finally realised what I was up against. An hour ago, Sydney Steel was parading her red microkini-clad body in front of me that would make any female porn star green with envy. Now, upon closer inspection of her naked physique, I could see that her shoulders were fairly broad with an impressive amount of toned muscle, her rounded deltoids capped over her shoulders. Her hourglass physique was curvy and sexy, but I could make out the inkling of multiple faint lines that displayed the outline of six toned abdominal muscles. And her legs, while smooth and glistening in the sun, I could make up the faint grooves that bordered the chunky meat of she-muscle, all the way from her bulging heart-shaped calves to her lean beefy quads, no doubt built by years of active gymnastics training, MMA drills and cheerleading practices. With such a sneaky sleeper build, Sydney might actually be stronger than she looks.

But before I could snap out of my trance, once again she pounced, her unbelievable athleticism easily enabling her powerful legs to grapevine around my throat, and as she shifted her weight, my body tumbled to the ground.

Immobilised and at her mercy, she tightened her strong thighs around my face and neck, squeezing my airway before feigning a barrage (like literally dozens!) of fake punches against my helpless face.

"If this was a real fight, I would have broken your face with my fists and you would be on your way to the hospital," Sydney bragged.

Finally, she released my body from her leg vice but I was wrong if I thought this was over. Out of nowhere, she crouched downwards and swiftly slid my torso over her back, and with a loud guttural grunt, she straightened up and lifted, my 300-pound body balanced on top of her shoulders in an incredibly dominant display of superiority, before tossing me into the pool in a final move of victory.

"HAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGHHH!" Sydney screamed in glory, her hands pounding against her chest in animalistic euphoria, the sexually dominant display of strength sending her into a climatic orgasm as she unloaded another round of juices from her puffy pink pussy.

As the euphoria died down, my mom offered me a strong hand and pulled me out of the pool but my shock was still untameable. Like what the fuck did Sydney just do to me?

"Sydney, you're full of surprises, and turns out, i'm impressed," my mom praised. She swept Sydney into a bridal carry and landed a deep passionate kiss right down her throat. "You're my apprentice now, and I'm gonna make you the strongest and most muscular woman the world has ever seen, besides me of course."

"That's all I ever wanted Miss Thunderbody," Sydney purred.

"Please, enough with the formalities because now, you're also my official girlfriend," my mom said as she planted another kiss on Sydney's lips. "But first, you gotta break up with my son."

"Sorry Bill, but I'm breaking up with you. There! Done!"

"Sorry, son, but strong girls like her are all mine to fuck." My mom then carried Sydney into the house. "Dry up son, and don't wait up for dinner. My evening training session is gonna take a while," she said, as she winked at Sydney.

The last thing I saw before they disappeared downstairs to the basement gym was my mom's strong hands grabbing onto her massive dildo (nicknamed The Jackhammer) from the mantlepiece, a monstrous contraption of 15-inches and 35-pounds, formed with a thick heavy iron core and lined with an oily rubbery sheath resembling a bull's vascular cock, the steel-chained buckles meant to strap around her waist as she destroyed pussies and fucked anuses all night long like the magnificent BEAST of a woman that she was, and always will be.

Despite being humiliated today, I felt no anger or vengeance at my mom nor at Sydney. My mother was a Goddess-Queen of muscle that could grab anything she desired. My ego is nothing but a tiny inconvenience that I should eradicate, a minimality compared to the inevitable magnificence of Thora Isengard, for my loyalty as a son towards the Great Thunderbody is nothing but eternal.

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