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Thank you.

And here's the last part:

Jennifer was surprised. The two puny creatures almost strangled each other trying to make her hot. Their passion was almost ridiculous. They tried to reach her legs, but Jennifer just easily pushed them back. They were about to bite into each other, so the titaness had some mercy. Before she realized it, she was getting licked and caressed by them. She dropped to the floor and let them have fun. When it got too much, she gave them a slight squeeze of her legs. It took a while, but eventually, she let them cum. The pair was sticky and exhausted. The muscular hulk smiled, covered them with a blanket and left to please herself.
In the end, Jennifer decided to stay. Anne-Louise and Philipp-Wilhelm were completely enraptured by her and fulfilled her every wish. Slowly, she trained her body to a level that almost made her immobile. She was just too muscular. So, she let herself be served and satisfied, leading a life of lust, muscles and decadence.

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Pumping Lena
by El_Roy_1999

After Jürgen annoys her with his boasting, Lena decides to get seriously into shape. It goes well, but will she be able to catch up to him?
This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth (FMG). All characters are at least 18 years old.
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Lena was happy to finally be able to talk to her boyfriend. It was annoying to spend all day in college, listening to lectures and concentrating, then going to the library, doing her research for her papers, doing her homework and keeping their home clean. Jürgen was abroad with his unit and he'd be gone for a few months.
She put her backpack carefully. Her laptop was inside, so she had to be attentive. Then, she undressed. The classrooms were completely overheated, while the outside was bitter cold. You had to wrap yourself up tight so as not to freeze, just to step into a sauna moments later. She was soaked in sweat. Lena took a shower. It was great. They would have to pay for their mortgage for years, but the house had it all: A small but comfortable bath, a bedroom, a home office, a living room and ... a children's bedroom. For later, maybe. She smiled. Jürgen was amazing. He was tall, fit, no, he was a hunk. She loved to caress his strong arms and touch his thick biceps. It was incredible!
He had set up his home gym in the basement, but it had been out of use for a few weeks now. Lena wasn't into weights. She was pretty tall, 5'10", and slim. Just as Jürgen liked it. She admired her body in the mirror. She was no model, but she had long blond hair, green-blue eyes and rather nice breasts. No giant plastic udders like Serkan's girlfriend. He was a buddy of Jürgen's and they spent a lot of time hanging out together. Now, they were in Afghanistan together and were doing whatever they were supposed to. She had no idea.
Lena inhaled and pulled in her stomach. There was a hint of her abs. Well enough. School sports were long ago, but she still went to the university gym and do some trend stuff, like yoga with pilates and dancing. She thought this was a little ridiculous, but she enjoyed it nonetheless. Better than nothing.
Now that she was done showering, she slipped into her favorite bathrobe and sat down in front of the laptop. Then she called Jürgen. It took a while, then he appeared.
,,Hi, dear!"
,,Hello, my beautiful!"

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Jürgen smiled. His brown eyes were shining. The reddish-brown beard would hopefully disappear when he'd return. It was way too hipster for her.
"So, how was your day?"
"It was tough. It's pretty cold around here and the people are still strange. But we're getting ahead. How about you?"
"Phew. Studying is hard. Worst of all, I don't see the point right now."
"If you're unhappy, you can still join the army. Maybe not in Afghanistan, but at home. We'd be colleagues."
"That's stupid. I'd never be fit enough. Don't you have to be a muscle beast?"
"Nah. The girls around here are fit, but they're no athletes. Of course, they pump a lot of iron, but they don't show any muscle. Next to these, they look weak!" He flexed his right arm. A massive biceps popped up. Jürgen wasn't dry or anything, but he was really strong. "Women. What can I say?"
"I beg you pardon?"
"Look, this is a hormone thingy. If they don't wanna go on looking like a GDR-swimmer, they have to work with what they got, so ..."
Lena gave him an angry look. There he was again, going on about his "women are cute, but they're weak"-thing. There wasn't much she could say against that. Since he was gone, she did have trouble opening pickle jars. She shrugged and decided to change the subject.
She opened her robe:
"I miss you ..."

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When she was alone in bed, she got angry again. Sure, they had flirted nicely, she was horny and his body turned her on. But ... Somehow his perpetual "women are weak"-stuff got on her nerves. Why did he keep on bringing this up? What did he want to tell her?
She tossed and turned in bed. Maybe this was just some stupid teasing?
Lena wasn't sure about this, but she couldn't sleep. She got back up. She'd pay for that tomorrow. It was already late.
Whatever. She just had to try. Lena got into the push-up starting position. Okay. So far, so good. And now, down.
The first few inches were perfect, but beyond that, she was too weak. She landed on the floor with a soft sound. That wasn't too dignified. She sighed:
"Okay, let's try some easier stuff to get started."
She tried a few knee push-ups. Okay, that was better. It wasn't too much of a challenge either. Anyway, it was some kind of success. She could finally go to sleep.
She continued this over the next days. In the morning, in the evening, whenever she had the time. She was horribly amateurish, but she had the feeling that this was a way to tell Jürgen that she and all other women were worth it.
He was way busy anyway. His unit was doing stuff in the hinterland. The only thing she could do was worry.
She decided to distract herself to keep the whole problem away from her.

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After Dance-Piloga class, she walked up to the teacher, Rosanna, to ask her for help. The woman was tiny, definitely under five feet, but she was extremely fit. There wasn't an inch to pinch. She was ripped.
,,Say, do you have a moment?"
"What is it?"
"I'd need a few tips for training."
"No problem. What do you wanna do?"
Lena told her of her push-ups and her wish to provoke Jürgen. The dancer nodded:
"I got it. Well, listen: I can't set up an entire program for you. You don't have the money and I don't want to do it for free, but I can give you a couple of hints and we'll see how that works out. Is that okay for you?"
"Great! Thank you!"
"But I'll need a picture of his expression when he notices. Would you do that for me?"
"Sure!"
And a new stage in Lena's life began.

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The first thing she noticed was the amount of time she spent in the kitchen. It was really shocking. She had always taken care of her nutrition, but it had to taste nice too. Rosanna's recipes were ... Spartan. In the beginning, it was fun, but steaming everything was getting on her nerves.
Anyway, she had decided to do this, so she'd have to do a little suffering. Indeed, it was working. She was always walking around with a backpack full of Tupperware to have the prepared food with her. When her phone went off, she headed for the next microwave and down the hatch!
Her friends from college were weirded out.
"Hey, what's up with the food?" Ulli was confused. "Are you on some kind of extreme diet?"
"I'm trying something."
"Okay, but don't you think this is getting boring?"
"Sure. But I wanna see how long I can do this. Besides, I have a cheat day every week."
"But you're already so slim ... Just how thin do you want to be?" She was worried about her friend.
"Oh, it's not about reducing. I wanna be really fit."
"Fit? Cool. So, how's it working?"
Without a word, Lena stuffed the last bit into her mouth and swallowed. Then, she got up in the middle of the cantina and bound her long blond hair into a bun. Ulli was a little jealous now. She wasn't fat or anything, but Lena was looking amazing.

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The blonde got on all fours, switched into the push-up base position and started blasting her arms. The first five went perfectly. Then five more. It was getting clear that this was hard.
Ulli commented: "I can't even do a single one."
Lena ignored her. She had understood she had to concentrate. Rosanna was strict about this: The movements had to be done precisely, otherwise she might hurt herself. It went up and down. Lena started to feel the pain in her arms. She noticed that it maybe had been a dumb idea to do this without warming up first. So much about showing off. Now she had to be careful not to hurt herself.
Fifteen.
She was sweaty now. She had never managed to come this far. She wanted to stop and take in her friends' applause. But then, she noticed the sting. The fascination of strength. She couldn't resist.
Despite her arms shaking and every movement hurting, she gritted her teeth. She would finish this.
Eighteen.
Drops of sweat fell from her front on the tiled floor. A few students looked over and wondered what was going on.
Nineteen.
Her arms were out of control. Her back burned. She had made a big mistake.
Twen ... No. With a gasp, she collapsed. Crap she was lying on the cold floor and producing gurgling sounds.
Some fool asked:
"Is she dead?"
"No, I think I heard her groan ..."
Ulli chased the idiots off and helped her friend to her feet.
"What was that supposed to be? Girl, you have to be careful."
"I thought I'd be able to do it."
"Seriously, even fifteen push-ups are excellent. You should be proud of yourself!"
"Yeah, but it isn't really impressive yet."
"Girl, do you have expectations!"

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Lena was super-busy as the term's end approached. Learning, finishing her essays and reports, training and working was a lot. The days just didn't seem to end. All the extra work was necessary to cover her growing expenses. All the food was costing her dearly. Happily, she found a job as a library assistant at the university. All she had to do there was return books to shelves for a few hours. That was funny: She could really notice her increase in strength. The stacks she could carry were slowly growing taller. The librarian, a grumpy old man called Mr. Koslowski wasn't too happy with her stunts and insisted on her using a cart. Books should be kept safe. Dropping and damaging one was bad. Still, she did what she wanted, after all, the creep kept staring at her butt.
When talking to Jürgen, she had switched to wearing long-sleeved shirts or jackets. She didn't want to spoil him. After all, she could really shock him when she was ready.
He wasn't happy about the teasing. She could tell he was horny. Out of pity, she pulled down her zipper a little to let him sneak a peek. Since this calmed him down, she began to push up her boobs for their chats. They had gotten smaller. The diet was having an effect after all. She didn't mind. Since she went for a jog every day, she was way happier without any jiggling. When talking to Jürgen, a padded push-up bra was the way to go.
As to herself, she really appreciated the look of her hard muscles. Lena was looking around on social media and quite a few fitness models eschewed the silicone tits, concentrating fully on their hard pecs. This turned her on.

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Also, now that her muscles were growing, she measured them. She wrapped the tape around her arm. Hm. Despite the flex, these were only measly ten inches. She had to do something.
The next day, she went down to train in the basement for the first time. She had Rosanna explain this perfectly. Apparently, push-ups and isometrics were great to build strength, but when it came to muscles, weights were the way to go. Still, this place was weird. She cleaned the room every week and dusted the weights, but the idea of actually using them hadn't occurred to her.
Anyway, it was time.
She chose one of the bars and checked on her phone on how much weight to load. She added ten pounds and sat on the bench. She looked at the pictures on the page Rosanna had suggested. This should work. She started with the right arm. That went well. She managed to lift and lower her hand precisely. Her biceps swelled, she pumped along nicely. Great. After a few minutes, she was done through fifteen steps. Good. She set down the dumbbell. Lena felt a strain in her arm, but she could manage.

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She switched her position and went to work on her left side. That worked well. It wasn't too comfortable or anything, she was weaker on her left-hand side, but hey, she just had to roll with it. Wonderful. She put the dumbbell back down.
Until now, everything went fine.
Second set. The right hand closed on the steel grip. Now, it was all about correct form. Not too fast, no jerking around. Just work clearly and precisely. She went to work. The first five rounds were fine. She had to concentrate on not just dropping the weight, but to lower it carefully and precisely. Good, this was just a matter of thinking straight. By number ten, she noticed this was getting hard. Rosanna had insisted on her doing the exercise slowly. And that was terrible.
Only now did she understand what she had brought upon herself. Although the weight wasn't too heavy, she was getting strained. She was amazed by how sweaty she already was. This wasn't good. She gritted her teeth and finished the set.
Now she had to take a deep breath. This was getting bad. Lena wiped the sweat from her brow. The leather of the bench was now getting soaked. Next time, she'd use a towel.
The left was next. It was getting pretty horrible. The first five repetitions took longer than expected. It was also hurting. She scowled. What a piece of crap!
Lena managed to get through this. By number fifteen, the weight in her hand was shaking. She had to focus to finish the set. Then she had to take a break. Not too long, sure, but still a little pause to catch her breath. She sucked the air in through her teeth. It took a while before she felt ready for the final round.

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She took the dumbbell with her right hand. "Come on!", she told herself. "You can do it. You won't give up now, will you?" She closed her hand, lifted the steel and began to pump. This was okay for exactly two reps, then it turned horrible. It felt as if she was tearing her arm off. Only with absolute concentration did she manage to pass the set's half. Her fingers were numb, her muscles were burning. She was struggling. Several times, she felt that it was too much. She was on the verge of blacking out, but she prevailed. Slowly, inexorably, relentlessly, she worked her way to the end of the third set.
When she finally put down the dumbbell, she was relieved. Her hand seemed to soar to the heavens. Lena stared at her limb's autonomy. There was a big, pumping vein running along it. At first, she was grossed out, but then she liked it. Everybody should see how hard she was working. That vein was like a medal, a decoration. Only the tough are good enough and stuff like that.
Still, despite the high, she realized she still had one more round to go.
She hated her left arm for its weakness. Grudgingly, she took the dumbbell.
The next minutes were hell. She was really paying for her sins now. When she was done, she slipped on the cool floor. This had been completely exhausting and all around terrible. She didn't even try to get the sweat out of her eyes. It would only have made matters worse. Instead, she waited until she had managed to get it out by tears alone.
Her arms hung pointlessly from her sides as she tried to get back up.
When she understood that she was supposed to do this at least once a week, she wanted to scream.

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As she was lying on the floor completely exhausted, she observed her tired muscles and noticed something unexpected. She was getting really horny. Why?
Not that there was much she could do now. Her arms were so weakened, she couldn't even get herself off. Although ... Where there's a will, there's a way ...
With a little fidgeting, she managed to roll on her stomach. Her hand was now stuck under her body and she began rubbing herself through her pants. Even this minimal stress hurt, but ... It was nice. Actually, it felt amazing. It was as if she had just opened an entirely new path in her life and this made her even hornier.
Before she knew it, she was lying on the cold floor moaning, her painful muscles disappearing under her growing arousal. The idea that she would soon be big, hard and muscular only made it better. She could no longer contain herself and came with an unladylike grunt. Only slowly did she regain consciousness.
Lena got up and decided never to mention this awkward episode ...

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During their daily online chat, Jürgen complained:
"Come on. Just a little bit. Please. I can't stand this place anymore. The locals are all covered up and our girls are just ... No."
"Sure, but I want this to be a surprise for you."
"Lena, I don't need surprises. I need something to keep me alive. Being here's making me dead inside."
She hesitated. She didn't want to show anything. She felt she wasn't ready yet. She was proud of her progress, but there was still so much to do. She had managed to get through her pumping session with thirty pounds on the dumbbells. Yes. Thirty pounds. That was a lot. She really had something to show now.
She measured her arms when they were pumped to the max and discovered that they were now thirteen inches around. That was amazing. Within a few months, she had added 7.5 inches to her circumference and she couldn't look at them without getting horny. It was just amazing to watch her turn herself into a goddess of buffitude. Her training had tightened her entire body and made it hard and tough. Her arms were her best body part, but she also had a visible six-pack and veins and striations all over.
She smiled:
"Okay, just a peek. Take a good look, it'll be gone in a moment!"
"Hey!"
Before he could start complaining, she opened her robe and showed her abs. She could tell he liked what he saw.
"Wow."
She quickly closed her robe again.
"That was amazing. How did you do that?"
"Oh, I just trained a little."

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That was the understatement of the century. Every evening, Lena went down to the basement and tuned her body for at least an hour. The training had become a fixed part of her life. She had somehow managed to stick to her diet for months, sipping protein shakes and pumping like crazy. She stuck to her training plan with religious fervor. It went so far that her rest day was really just 24 hours of doing absolutely nothing. Regular days were bustling with activity instead.
Rosanna was impressed by her progress. She had decided to give her friend free advice and support. Such a talent had to be fostered. The trainer visited her several days a week in the basement and assisted with dangerous exercises.
At first, Lena had to concentrate to hide her arousal during training. She didn't want the other woman to notice how much this turned her on.
Then it happened. She had 150 pounds on the bar while bench pressing. That was impressive. She could now lift more than she weighed. Of course, she had to be careful. Rosanna was behind her, ready to catch the bar should anything go wrong.
The training started and Lena went through the first set of ten quickly. That wasn't too hard. She was proud how well this went. At this point, she started feeling hot. She smiled to hide her feelings and continued.
The second set was harder. She had to grit her teeth to get through this. The weight was a challenge. When Rosanna noticed that her student was struggling, she spurred her on.
"You can do it! With your genes, you'll beat this. Come on! Give me five more!"
It was getting painful.
"Aaah ..."
"Four!"
Lena hissed between her teeth as she lowered the weight back on her hard chest. Her arms were burning.
"Three! You're almost done!"
It felt as if her arms were screaming. Her muscle fibers started to appear under her skin.
"Two! You can do it!"
Lena couldn't help noticing her growing lust. It was really weird that this was turning her on.
"One more!"
"Gn ... Arrr ..."
With an unfeminine grunt, she pushed the weight up once more and Rosanna directed it onto the stand. Her student groaned and dropped her ripped arms. That had been impressive. There was another set coming up, but for now, the young woman had to relax. That's when she noticed how wet Lena's crotch had become. Oh. She averted her eyes.
Lena grumbled:
"Fine. One more set."
She sat up for a moment and massaged some life into her arms. Her fingers touched her well-defined biceps.
"Wow. Is it just me or did that just get bigger?"
Indeed, the muscle was easily visible under the skin. The veins were in plain sight. You could almost see her heartbeat.
"Freaky!"
Rosanna wanted to finish this. The thought of Lena's horniness made her nervous.

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And then it happened.
At the end of the third set, Lena was completely exhausted. Her muscles were now taut and massive, but for her, they were just lumps of pain. It was horrible. She could barely concentrate. It was hell. As she painfully pushed up the bar, her entire body burned in exhaustion. Rosanna's merciless voice was far away.
Somehow, she reached a kind of trance. She was losing herself. Was this the lack of oxygen from the strain? She couldn't tell. But there was something weird. A feeling that was getting stronger.
While she forced the last bit of power from her muscles and brought herself to the limit with perfect cruelty, she was getting hornier and hornier.
When she pushed up the barbell the second to last time, it happened. She came with a sigh.
She tried to cover it with a grunt or growl, but there was nothing she could do. Rosanna gave her an irritated look. Even the small woman's ears turned deep crimson.
Suddenly relieved, Lena pushed the weight up once more and racked it.
She lay dreamy on the bench, her back swimming in the drying sweat, but she was lost in her ecstasy.
Rosanna said nothing. She just stared at the young woman that was writhing on the leather. Eventually, she murmured:
"I wish I could lift my arms. I'd so get myself off."
Yes.
Okay. So now it was all clear. Lena had no idea why, but the exercise was turning her on. It was like sex. Even thinking of it made her horny.
Rosanna kept her distance from this day on. She was embarrassed by the show. Lena didn't care. Far from it. Instead, she kept some "toys" close by when she trained.