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[009eli]

Hey yall

Sorry I've been out of the loop a little bit and not really posting. I've had a hectic summer (all good stuff so no worries). I had some DMs saying that this thread was getting bumped so I wanted to check in and thank everyone for the continuing enthusiasm on this story. Its really cool to know that something you work hard on has had resonance with people. Have some good news. I just started a new chapter. Should be out in a few weeks so check back here.

Its probably going to be another kind of flashback story to go into Jinni's a back story a bit like I did in Chapter 6 Making of A Muscle Mom since that seemed to get such good feedback and explore some earlier sequences in her life. I'm also playing with doing something in line with the upcoming holidays so hopefully that will be fun. Thinking of calling it something like 'A Mrs. Jones Christmas Special' like the old shows they used to run and focus what its like  to be a muscle mom as the holidays gear up.  This will also keep me on track to not dawdle and get it out in the next month or so. Again thanks to everyone whose comments and hopefully youll enjoy the new story when it posts!

[QBikk]

Great to hear, can't wait to hear from you again!!

[ArkhamAsylum]

This is a great story. Well done.

[009eli]

Tis that time of year again for tinsel, Christmas trees, the same 5 Christmas carols being played over and over and of course outrageously built muscle moms. So this just started off a collection of short vignettes tracking what went into being a bodybuilding mom leading up to the holidays but its grown in scope so I'm going to break it up into pieces and posted it over the next few days leading up to Christmas. I'm super excited to present this to you all and hopefully this works for everyone as narrative and the smaller pieces will mean I can keep working on it as I post it. Maybe four pieces in all so look out for those in the next few days.

Big shot out to our own Taoschild who kept me on track and encouraged me by helping edit the pieces without having him hold me accountable I probably would never have finished it up.

Note on continuity: This tracks a Christmas before the storyline with Lawrence so Jinni is still married to Bill and back in their old hometown. This just gave me a bit more freedom for the storyline and to explore themes and ideas I wanted to address. Hopefully people enjoy it and find it worth the wait.

Comments, insights etc are always welcomes and encouraged...

A VERY MRS. JONES CHRISTMAS PART 1

Twas 3 days until Christmas...

'How many days?' the voiced outside the changing stall asked. The voice belonged to Marge Howitzer, a pleasant, perky mom from the nearby suburbs of Hawthorne.

'Bill comes back on Christmas eve...' Jinni called back from inside the changing stall which was located in the back area of the Victoria Secret at Hawthornes local mall. The place was reminiscent of the department store in Elf, fully done up in anticipation of the holiday season.

The store buzzed with activity as the last minute shoppers rushed through the store picking up gift items for the people in their life. Husbands shopped for lingerie, which they hoped would look pleasing on their wives, but wouldn't start any fights. Moms looked for PJs for their daughters and a small traipsing of other customers shopped for odds and ends.

Jinni and Marge had come to the mall to buy a surprise for Jinni's husband Bill who had been on the West Coast working on a large project for his company. The bodybuilding house wife decided the best way to welcome him back would be a special late night surprise on Christmas Eve once their son Sebastion had been put to bed with visions of a new X Box consoles dancing in his head.

'How does it look?' Marge asked.

'I'm not sure...' came the concerned voice of Jinni from inside the stall. Jinni had spent the previous months of the summer bulking up from her middleweight division amateur status to her pro status after a string of wins in local bodybuilding shows. The suggestions from the judges was that she 'go big', and she had followed suit pushing her frame from more sculpted middleweight division and into the more bulging and muscular heavyweight status. The muscle had come on hard, thick and fast along with Jinni's increase in eating and a shift in her supplement regiment as laid out by her trainer.

And now, here she was, shopping for the lingerie for the first time in months as a full on heavyweight BB.

'Well... let me see...' Marge asked as Jinni hesitantly unlatched the door and allowed her friend to step in.

'So...' Jinni asked expectantly.

'Fuck...' Marge said. 'You look insane.' The housewife and mother of three said her face contorted into dumbfounded surprise.

The outfit had been hard to shop for as Jinni's newly built mass offered some challenges. Her waist remained relatively lean calling for a small size, but her heavy growth in her newly developed bowling ball glutes offered a challenge to the small microscopic panties.

While her upper body offered the reverse challenge. Jinni's breast had become relatively small as she had forgone getting boob implants like some other girls had, instead choosing to go with powerful pumped pec look. Therefore, her cup sizes were still a relatively small B while her sheath of heavily built pec meat was closer to a CC. At the same time, Jinni's wide girth back which sent a confused sales girl over to look at the plus size tops in order to select a bra big enough to contain the entirety of the bodybuilder's upper body mass.

The scheme and design of the outfit had been chosen to go in line with a sexy Mrs Claus-look, a small set of red panties with white strings and bows attached, meant to convey the idea of candy canes... while the top was frilly. The overall effect would have no doubt given Chris Cringle a heart attack if he had ever walked in a Mrs Claus that looked like this.

'That bad...' Jinni said self consciously.

Marge had been with Jinni since her journey to bodybuilding success and charted her growth, but she still often had difficulty fathoming what her once waify friend had become.  The mass of muscle that was Jennifer Hallifax Jones stood there in the micro panties and bra under the harsh fluorescent lights of the changing room. Jinni took her friends awe as trepidation.

'It looks bad doesn't it, hun' Jinni asked twirling and spinning daintily in the pair of heels she had brought in order to try on the lingerie as she would be modeling for her husband.

Jinni turned and spun looking at her backside in the mirror. It was the first time Margie had been exposed to the muscular woman's back and hindquarters in the tiny outfit. Just as she was finally becoming able to process for friends formidably muscular front side, she was hit with the severe nature of the back of her friend's body.

From the relatively dainty ankles of her small feet in heels the muscles ballooned up to her thick powerful calves and up to the flow of her covered hamstrings, glute tie ins and up to her massive back and rippled out across her broad shoulders and tapered down her muscle bulged arms.

Margie eyes took in the entirety of Jinni's mass for a moment before finally blurting out... 'You look fucking hot girl!"

'I don't know. It's just hard to see it.'

'Well then you're the only one cause I can tell you that everyone could see it when we walked through the mall.'

Margie's eyes took a moment and floated down to the sculpted distended ends of Jinni's hard fought chunks of glute meat which stretched the back of teensy fabric of the rear of panties. The muscle meat of the lower part of her body was so pronounced and extreme that each slight step and quiver seemed to fire off flickers of the striated muscle beneath.

The look was in some ways so extreme and starting Margie found herself both in awe at, and in complete disgust with the sheer development that stood before her.

Jinni traced her friends eyes down to her prominent glutes which hung out from undies, high and hard giving zero sag to the effect of gravity. She thought for a moment about playfully giving her friend a quick show and flex, but as she took in her friends' ashen, amazed face she thought better of it. Given how unsure her friend already looked, it was unclear whether she could withstand the severity of the muscle when flexed into its full on, rock hard form.

///

Walking through the Christmas laden mall, wreaths hung from all the high columns, stores were decked out in all types of decorations and at the center of the grand mall's lobby there even sat a makeshift Santa Village complete with Santa laughing and taking photos with all the kids.

Jinni and Marge walked through the revelers clutching their shopping bags. Jinni had purchased the lingerie along with a couple of sets of leggings to which a baffled sales associate had worked hard to find the right size that managed to contain both the bulk of her built thighs and still fit around her small waist.

Soon the two had found the food court with Margie stopping to get a burger from a nearby kiosk while Jinni brought out one of her containers for pre-measured out food servings of grilled chicken, brown rice and the perfect amount of broccoli which she was forced to carry with her now as that was her one form of sustenance in preparation for her upcoming contest next month.

'This won't bother you?' Asked Marge, concerned, and she bit into her juicy burger. She was always amazed at her friend's level of discipline as she ate the brown grainy chicken and dry looking rice.

Margie stared as her friend finished up the last of the food in the plastic container. To her the food looked like mush, but Jinni's bulging shoulders and the thick cords of bicep and triceps muscle which stretched the sleeves of her sweater certainly did not.

'So it's the trebele-lone... trenbalone... that's been the main difference in your body....?' Marge finally asked.


'Trenbolone' Jinni corrected as her friend tried to say the new of the newest chemical aid she had added to her regiment. Magre was one of the only friends Jinni had confided her use in although the size she maintained now left little doubt that she had jumped to the next level using chemical help;

'We just call it Tren for short.' Jinni said finishing off the next mouthful of rice before chasing it with a gulp of water.

'Okay I'll remember that next time I talk to one of my weightlifter buddies.' Marge said. They laughed, it had been an odd friendship which had graduated from talking about handbags and their kids education to Marge being versed on the latest in diets and steroid use as her friend's trajectory had taken off. Yet Marge didn't care because Jinni was real, thoughtful and honest and she appreciated a loyal friend.

Trenbolone was nicknamed 'the monster steroid' and had remained probably last rung that Jinni was willing to take to advance her physique.  Due to its extreme nature it had called for an incredibly strict dosing regimen in order to offset its possible side effects and long half life as per her trainer. Jinni recalled with a little bit of embarrassment how the small alarm on her phone had gone off timing for her next dose in the middle of a book club she was attending.

As the circle of woman sat outside discussing the latest James Patterson novel, she slipped off to the bathroom to delicately administer herself with 30 mgs of Russian made grade-A steroid. And she chuckled to herself as her friends sat out their eating biscuits and drinking tea as she jabbed the needle full of the thick substance into the glute cheek of her pulled down yoga pants.

She sat for a moment as she could feel the milky warmth of the oil enter her blood stream and rush to the muscle. She rubbed the small divot of collected substance that had formed under her skin, massage it deeply into her body to rush on its way to rebuild her muscles stronger as she looked at the few assembled photos of her friends smiling family lined the inside of the pretty decorated bathroom.

With a few bites, Jinni finished up her container of food and ran the last bit of chicken sopping up what was left of the rice. She chewed for a moment and took a sip of her bottle of water which she was required to drink at least two servings of throughout the day.

It was only when she had finished eating that she become fully aware of them –

Margie had noticed them sooner and Jinni followed Margie's eye line across the food court to a table of about 6 teenage boys sitting and eating burgers. They looked in Jinni's direction, but quickly looked away when they saw the muscle woman make contact with them.

'How long have they been looking?' Jinni asked her friend.

'Basically since you sat down.'  Marge said.

Jinni nodded and seemed to take this in. She turned and looked and smiled in their direction, it was a warm inviting smile. The leader of the group, a kind of jock like fella with long skateboarder hair that fell in his eyes, turned and smiled back. As if he'd won the lottery or proved his manhood,  he turned and spoke to his friends who giggled loudly.

'Do you think they've seen the photos?' Jinni asked Marge with some bit of concern in her voice.

'They've all seen the photos' Margie offered back with a slight up turn in her lip that was offered more in the leering teenagers direction then her friend.

'The photos' as they had come to be known were a set of images from a photo shoot Jinni had done after her last contest. They depicted Jinni near contest peak, tuned-in and dialed up to 10 with her bulging musculature on full display. Jinni had hired a photographer on the advice of her trainer to take a series of professional photos to use in case she wanted to gain sponsorship. The photos depicted Jinni a teeny tiny bikini had been tastefully shot and fully within her comfort level. It was only when a few images leaked out did it come into perspective for her just how these photos may be perceived by others in the community.

While tasteful in the realms of bodybuilding photography for female pros, the photos were wildly eye raising for a suburban mom of the local community. And within a short period of time that they had got out on-line they had made the rounds being forwarded via email, message board posting and private chat room to seemingly every member of the small Hawthorne community.

There Jinni's body, a seeming work of athletic pride that she was confident and proud in – was turned into an element of controversy. Quiet whispers and comments circulated with the photos 'did you see this... totally disgusting... what is wrong with this woman...' as the photos made their rounds though Jinni and her close friends stood their ground coming to her aid. Although much of the flames had seemed to die down as people went on with their lives, the controversy hit its apex for a few short weeks in the beginning of the school year.  A few print outs of the photos were found in some of the older boys lockers at school, as well as some of the teachers, but all through the controversy Jinni kept her chin held high and her mind focused on her training.

'That's gotta be crazy Jinni to think about... a bunch of horny teenage boys pleasuring themselves to your image. I don't even think any teenagers pleasured themselves to me when I was a teenager.' Margie joked.

'I honestly don't really try to think about it.' Jinni answered, a bit embarrassed but also a little flattered by some of the attention.

'Oh my god... One of them is coming over here...' Margie chirped excitedly.

It's true. The long haired skater and obvious leader of the group had made his way over to the table trudging across the busy Christmas decoration festooned concourse of the food court. When he had first started striding towards the table, he has seemed bold with the kind of confidence one seems to only have at a certain stage of adolescence, but as he drew closer to the table, and closer to Jinni, his confidence seemed to wane. Now he stood near the table, literally turning his hat over in his hand seemingly at a loss for what to do.

Finally, he recovered enough to whisper, " Are you the... the 'mom bodybuilder?'' He asked Jinni, his eyes only glancing up from the cap in his hands to her dazzling blue eyed gaze, before once again acquiescing once more in front of the older beauty.

'Guilty...' Jinni said with a slight wink and a cock of her head which caused her dangly earring to momentarily brush across the meaty expanse of her thick traps which were stretching the neck of her sweater.

'What's your name...' Jinni said sweetly and tapped the young man's hand delicately in a way that communicated both the knowing power and the effect her presence was having on the young nervous man, along with an emphatic warmth.

'John...' He answered again nervous. 'Me and some of the guys where wondering if we can just get a photo with you. We saw those pictures and DAMN do you look cool.'

'Sure!' Jinni said beaming. And stood subtly adjusting her mass filled sweater and made her way over to the table of gawking teenagers.

[toro]

Merry Xmas to us. Great chapter. Can't wait to see where you take this

[taoschild]

Another great section. Is it wrong that I'm falling in love with a make believe character? 

[009eli]

Thanks for the feed back everyone. Happy Friday yall! Here's part 2!

A VERY MRS. JONES CHRISTMAS PART 2

Over the river and through the woods...

But it wasn't to grandmother's house they were going, instead it was to Sebastian's school for the annual Christmas pageant.

With Bill out of town, Jinni had decided to leave her smaller, sportier SUV back home and take his G-500. She loved the way the roomier, more masculine vehicle took the road. Handling the road and allowing her to sit up higher while Sebastian dozed in the back seat.

Jinni helped Sebastian into the back seat of their car and then climbed into the driver's seat.

Her legs were still thick and pumped from the lower body workout she had subjected herself to earlier that day.

'Mommy... you waddle now...' She remembered Sebastian saying to her one day as they made their way through the supermarket. It was true, her legs could get flushed with blood, brutally so after a particularly grueling leg day. The residual pump of the full muscle along with the – uhm—increased sensitivity of certain parts of her body, did at times cause her to walk with a bit of pronounced 'waddle.' Legs splayed slightly outward to prevent the growing thickness of the inner abductor muscle, whose new found bulk often caused her thighs to rub together and chafe.

Snow lined the streets of Hawthorne. Dusting the picturesque buildings in a fine layer of white flakes which gave the small coastal town a nostalgic Christmas feeling of holidays past.

The tires slipped a bit on the snowy streets as Jinni piloted the car through the snowy quiet roads of Hawthorne.

Pulling off the highway and onto the small windy road leading up to Sebastian's school, the snow lined poplars stood against the frosty night sky as snow continued to fall blanketing the streets.

It was only a two days until Christmas and already the holidays had begun to wreak havoc with her carefully planned life.

With Bill finally arriving in just a few days, Jinni had decided to forgo training on Christmas to spend the holidays fully with her husband and her son. While they of course gorged on turkey and ham with at the fillings she'd most likely being eating grilled fish out of plastic container every hour and a half in order to maintain her rigorous schedule.

The shift also meant that she'd need to switch up her training schedule as well as double up on her protocol in order to assure she maintained her proper dosing schedule. This meant that since she wouldn't be training and injecting on Christmas she would have to double up two days out of the week which is why, with just four hours to Sebastian's Christmas recital, Jinni found herself in their upstairs bathroom. After looking in vain for a soft spot on her hardened glutes, she plunged the second injection of tren needle through her full muscle, along with her bulking agent and a cutting compound that had just been introduced the week before. She would normally spread those out by 12 hours, but the change in schedule now called for her to get the injections in the shortened amount of time along with a quick 45 minute cardio session on her stationary bike in order to help uptake of the chemicals into her bloodstream.

This is why she found herself now driving to her son's school recital with the fresh injection of the contraband substances still coursing through her system. The change in schedule as well with increased frequency had also forced her to improvise. The second injection of the day had created a bit of an issue when Jinni's normal entry marks in and around the side of her glutes still hadn't healed from her injection that morning, which is why with just a few hours until she was due to be seated in the warm auditorium she had been forced to deliver the second dosage of the compounds into her rounded delt. To the trained eye as small pucker of the residual compound was visible through the stretched fabric of her blouse, but she didn't think many people would notice.

'Roid mom.' And now she really was. As her physique had traveled from aspirational to downright improbable. She had her the whispers and her friends had told her how people talked about her behind her back. She shrugged it off. There wasn't much she could do. Her body had quickly progressed to where the additional chemical help was readily apparent. Human beings just didn't look like she did. At least not without the added chemical help of performance enhancing drugs. Still she shrugged it off, let them talk about her she thought. The only concern she had, had been about her son. She how known he had heard the comments and she knew some day she'd have to talk to him about it. For now she knew that he knew that mommy took 'special medicine' for her workouts. The fact that same 'medicine' was both illegal and socially frowned upon for women to use would be something they'd have to talk about when he got older and she hoped he'd understand.

///

Jinni lead Sebastian inside the school. Open entering she held her son's hand close. The alpha Wol******k momma protecting her cub.

As they entered the school's auditorium and felt the warmth wash over her from coming out of the cold of the snowy night and ushered Sebastian backstage for the performance.

Her eyes scanned the room. She saw Marge sitting on the far side with her husband. Marge gave her a wave.

'Sorry we meant to save seats for you.' Marge said apologetically 'But  we got here late – ' Marge offered pointing out that they only had enough room for just her and her husband.

'It's fine...' Said Jinni giving her friend a polite kiss on the cheek and promising to see her after the show.

She made her way down the aisle. Stares followed her, along with a few polite smiles. She had gotten used to this. She knew even among the well heeled of Sebastian's school she was an anomaly. A subject of both awe and envy amongst the women who feared what their husbands secretly thought of the sexy muscle mom.

She had tried to off set this as best she could on a night like tonight where her son was concerned. She had sported a set of skinny fit stretch jeans and a light colored cashmere sweater, but even the more casual attire stretched outrageously to accommodate her musculature. Her thickly muscled and curved thighs, hard pumped calves and chiseled glutes stretched and bent the stitching of her jeans to the seeming breaking point. While the light colored cashmere top which was large and meant to hang loose on most women, clung and stretched to accommodated her upper body. Stretching tight along her shoulders, and clearly showing the peaks of her biceps, thick traps and flaring outer side heads of her triceps. The fact that her darkly tanned skin played off the top's light color only added insult to injury. She had topped this entire outfit off with a set of black high-heeled stiletto ankle boots less to draw attention to herself and more to accommodate her in traversing the snowfall which had started a few days prior But still, the raised height of the boot gave her a striking, powerful silhouette.

Jinni was about to grab a seat to the side of the auditorium when she saw a friendly face wave to her. –Of course... it was Joe Calhoun.

Joe was a father of one of the kids in Sebastian's class and a recent widower. His daughter Macey was one of Jinni's favorite of the school and she found Joe to be a truly darling and sweet man. The fact that he was such a good father and seemed to care so much about his daughter only made him more so in Jinni's eyes. (You've already introduced Joe - not sure you need to do that - might be fun to introduce Lawrence's parents here instead? It would be fun if his dad was a bit of a schmoe too and was struck by Jinni - I know it might be tough to rewrite - its just a thought)

'Jinni...' Joe continued to wave. And pointed to an open seat next to him.

Jinni made her way over. Her bulky frame and hard muscled body moving with poise grace, trotting like a thoroughbred through the aisles of parents seated for the recital.

Jinni soon found the empty chair and sat down next to Joe.

He was a spirited, cherubic man about Jinni's age, and despite his balding and a bit of paunch, Jinni actually found him quite cute in a of dad kinda-way.

For his part Joe was thrilled to have the muscle mom seated next to him.

'Thank you Joe...' She said sweetly and gave him the polite requisite hug.

Joe had, had in the past seemed to light up whenever Jinni was around and Jinni was aware of this. She was both flattered and sensitive to the single dad. She was widely aware of the effect her body could have on certain men and tried her best to maintain a decorum. She could sense how Joe had looked at her in social situations, and the feeling became all the more apparent when, during the incident and scandal involving the leaked photos of Jinni. It came to her attention that Joe was one of the fathers in Hawthorne who was in possession of them. This came to light during a play date at a pizzeria with a group of kids. Macey had blurted out, 'My daddy has photos of you in a bathing suit in his dresser!'

Joe had immediately blushed and stammered out an answer but Jinni, sensitive and not wanting to see the man embarrassed in front of his daughter -- smiled and offered back without missing a beat 'Well all of us parents have photos of each other. – It's in case we get in a jam and have to have another daddy or mommy pick one of you up from school. That was we can show you which daddy and mommy to go to. It's very common. I have tons of photos of Joe.' Jinni had added with an animated flourish and the improvised answer seemed to appease the young girl because she went back to her slide of pizza with no further questions.

Jinni had been happy to save Joe from the embarrassment and Joe mouthed back to her under his breath 'Thank you.'

Ever since then Jinni had been aware of the way Joe looked at her and while she found it flattering and perhaps even thinking if she wasn't married to Bill, Joe; caring, considerate and kind  -- might be exactly the kind of may she might date – she was cautious to in no way lead him on. But still, she enjoyed his kindness and friendship.

Soon the lights on the stage dipped and the play was underway. Joe, himself was amazed and had to consciously pull himself away from gazing at the spectacular physical specimen next to him and refocus on the action on stage. He occasionally found his eyes glancing down and taking in Mrs. Jones' spectacular thigh development, which even though hidden from view in her tight fitting jeans, still sprung and curved outward due to the pressure of the chair. The seemed to be expanding out inches and filling the gap in between chairs, occasionally rubbing up against his own, albeit much slimmer khaki clad legs.

Soon the lights dipped and the Christmas pageant began.

[FemaleMuscleStories]

glad to see you back adding more to Jinni's story! Love it all and can't wait for more! Keep up the great work!

[biggerisbetter]

Eli, good to see you again. I can not wait to see what is your vision of a clash between a muscle goddess and a fragile and delicate father. Good match!

[009eli]

Eli, good to see you again. I can not wait to see what is your vision of a clash between a muscle goddess and a fragile and delicate father. Good match!

Hey BIB,

Thanks for commenting. Mrs J uses her female charms more than her fists so I wouldn't expect too many serious 'clashes' but I am working on the 3rd part now and don't want to spoil much but I can tell you Joe will probably have very a happy holidays this year. Hopefully I can finish up and post it early this week!

[biggerisbetter]

I am not waiting for any"serious" clashes - that was a metaphor, maybe a bad one, like my English. I love strong and confident women who can conquer a man without violence, using only the soft power of their hard muscles. This is why I like your stories so much

[pramitsen2008]

Eli, good to see you again. I can not wait to see what is your vision of a clash between a muscle goddess and a fragile and delicate father. Good match!

Hey BIB,

Thanks for commenting. Mrs J uses her female charms more than her fists so I wouldn't expect too many serious 'clashes' but I am working on the 3rd part now and don't want to spoil much but I can tell you Joe will probably have very a happy holidays this year. Hopefully I can finish up and post it early this week!

i have recently come across your stories here, and i must say they are simply briliant. this is the 1st time i'm coming across female muscle fiction where the domination happens on both the feminine side and the physique side but not of violence but of softness induced with rock solid feminine hardness. excellent work and will forward for the mrs.jones series as they are my personal favorite.

[QBikk]

Man, that is really good stuff. I have been re reading your stories after these Xmas stories came up, it's a real pleasure to read. Thanks for sharing your time and your talent with us!!

[009eli]

Wow. Thanks everyone for commenting and the great feedback. it really lets me know that the vision I have for the series is getting across! So folks we are getting down to it -- its finally Christmas Eve in Hawthorne. Looking like theyre will be 2 more installments after this so without further ado here is PART 3! Comments feedback etc always welcome !

A VERY MRS. JONES CHRISTMAS PART 3

Twas the night before Christmas....

The next day Joe found himself at the Hawthorne sports club.  He had arrived for a quick workout before starting a busy day and had found the club bustling with activity. It was Christmas Eve after all and he suspected that the denizens of the small town were eager to get one last workout in before the holidays.


On the far side of the gym Joe noticed the treadmills and one in particular. –  Sloped high and set on the highest possible setting, the woman on it walked impossibly fast. The dark black tread of the treadmill disappeared under the clean white of her sneakers – It was only then did he realize it was Jinni cranking away at what seemed an impossibly fast pace –

Next to her was another woman whom Joe recognized almost instantly. It was as Helen Yang, one of Jinni's frequent training partners. Helen was perhaps the only other woman in town with muscle that rivaled Jinni's. Helen was a physique competitor and albeit smaller than Jinni's heavyweight bodybuilder status, Helen's physique was still impossibly muscular for the small suburban town.

A pretty Asian lady around Joe's age, he had only seen her in passing briefly in the gym, but had been taken with her amazing physique. Each time he saw her, as well as the fact that he had become aware that she too was a single parent with a child who was similar in age to Joe's daughter, Joe's eyes lit up in awe.

Joe stood frozen by the entrance unable to move at the sight of the two muscle women, treadmills cranked up to 10 talking animatedly as they both hung on to the front ends of the machine as they cranked out rep after rep. Jinni's upper body was covered with a large loose fitting sweatshirt whose neck was cut out and hung low occasionally sliding off down the side of her broad shoulders and exposing the upper part of her thick neck and traps. The shirt loosely covered her upper body, but still the shape of the bulging musculature of her body was apparent under its fabric.

Next to her Helen kept pace, a few inches shorter than Jinni, Helen's body was nothing to scoff at either –where Jinni chose to cover her upper body, Helen's was exposed in a tan and turquoise sports bra which hugged her back and traps. Her back was big, massively so and seemed almost out of proportion with her relatively small frame. Joe stood staring in amazement as with each step on the treadmill the thick meat of the small Asian women's lower lats would bulge and strain against the material of her top. On her lower body Helen sported a pair of low cut leggings which matched the sports bra in color coordination. He took delight in how the leggings clung to her powerful legs which bulged and flexed with each step.

Helen seemed to reflect Jinni,  just in a smaller package. Besides the size difference the two women with their matching proportions looked like they were created in the same factory: a factory intent on manufacturing futuristic females of muscular proportions.

His moment of reverie thought was interrupted as he saw in the mirror Jinni make eye contact with him, then wave indicating the treadmill in between her and Helen was open.  Joe declined at first not wanting to interrupt the two muscle women in the midst of what was no doubt a workout that would test the limits of most men. –Joe also questioned his sanity being stuck between the two bulging beauties, but Jinni beckoning remained insistent pointing animatedly to the treadmill. In between, Joe couldn't resist not only because Jinni's demeanor was both warm and inviting, but also because he feared what the sweet natured mom might do if crossed

'Joe, this is Helen Yang, Helen Yang this Joe Calhoun. Joe's daughter Macey is maybe the most delightful seven year of on the planet and classmates with Sebastian.' Jinni said making the introduction as Joe started on the treadmill in between the two Olympian women and did his best to keep up.

'Hiya...' Helen said taking one hand off the treadmill and extending it to Joe to shake. As she did so he took a moment to look at the woman's small hand in his, her nails were long and strikingly feminine, painted in an ornate pink and gold pattern. Joe gave her hand a brief shake while he did his best to keep up with the fast spinning treadmill. He felt her hand in his, small, warm, and feminine, but as his fingers brushed the underside her could feel something else, a strength and power. – The meat of the underside of her hand seemed to almost emanate raw power yet the flesh was soft but at the same time. Joe could feel the small sets of calluses along the underside of her fingers no doubt from throwing prodigious amounts of weight around – a delightful contrast to the soft femininity of the upper side of her hand. Joe had a moment to take her beauty in. Her features were pretty with a short bob of black hair which framed her face in a haircut that he had seen on many women in the area who were growing into their roles as caretakers for their kids. But while the haircut was conservative the wildly muscled body underneath most certainly was not.  Joe also marveled at how Helen's large bicep and shoulder bulged prominently as she shook his hand and then put it back on the treadmill.

Standing there in between these two pillars of strength Joe was taken with how the women, both smaller than him in height seemed to take up more room than him. Jinni with her bulging shoulders and musculature and Helen with her wide back which seemed to pop and flex with each step.

Joe wasn't the only one noticing, ever since he climbed on the treadmill between the two show stopping examples of musculaturity he could see looks leveled in both his direction and the women's. Heads behind them cranked as they walked past, trying to catch views as discreetly as possible to see who the man was in between these two female specimens.

Joe noticed too how both Jinni and Helen seemed to shut down the attention around them, focusing hard on the task at hand. Completely focused, completely centered no doubt a necessary skill set that must be developed by anyone attracted as much attention as these two women did by their mere physical presence.

'And that is what we call pre-Christmas cardio...' Jinni said and gave Helen a nod is if to confirm that her powerful partner had reached their desired allotment of time. Both women powered down their treadmill and stepped off. Joe took the opportunity to steal a quick glance at Jinni's prominently muscled quads which were displayed in a pair of skin tight pink spandex shorts which were cut high stopping just a few millimeters below her crotch to display the full roundness of the muscle. He could now clearly see the front of her cut off muscle shirt. The image depicted a classic shot of none other than Arnold Schwarzenegger in his muscle beach days and Joe registered with some wonder that Jinni's bulky upper body didn't seem much smaller than the great Austrian bodybuilder in his prime. Albeit repurposed on a smaller suburban mom's frame.

The two grabbed their gym bags and two large jugs of water that they had stored next to the treadmill no doubt to hydrate the large bulging muscles they planned on putting to the test during the work out.

'Nice meeting you Joe...' Helen said with a pixie-ish accent that was completely at odds with her muscular frame. Joe stood staring in wonder and thankful he had gotten to witness the two spectacular women up close in their element.

As they headed off, Joe followed the women in the mirrors that surrounded the gym and watched Jinni stop and whisper something in Helen's ear. The smaller woman listened intently then nodded. Then Joe watched as they both made their way back, muscles bulging as a swath of gym goers cleared the way for the ultra built babes. –

'Uhm... Joe... let me ask you... ' Said Jinni leaning in and pressing herself against the arm of the treadmill as Joe hopped off, the pressure of pressing against the machine caused the molten expanse of the exposed pec meat left open by her low cut workout shirt to press up and flare against the older women's collar bones. The effect was almost like a push up bra, but one stuffed with muscle meat instead of soft breast tissue. Joe tried not to gasp and felt his mouth go dry as he quickly pulled his gaze away and refound his footing by finding the muscle mom's warm blue eyes.

''A small favor ...' Jinni said sweetly biting the corner of her lip, having little understanding of the libidinal torture she was putting the divorcee through.

'Helen over here is going for her personal training cert next month and we were wondering if – and you can say no here – but she could practice training you.' Jinni finished asking with some trepidation as if she didn't want to put him out.

'You'd be our guinea pig...' Helen added, playfully rubbing her hands together before giving a tiny little Pippy Longstocking giggle that Joe found both completely becoming and slightly disarming coming from the well muscled woman.

'You can say no...' Jinni added again sweetly as if to give Joe a way out. Joe stood there, the two muscle woman standing in front of him, completely filling his site line with hard fought for girly muscle. Joe couldn't help but be amazed at how, even here in repose, their bodies oozed with obvious power and sex appeal. They stood relaxed, but both women's thick upper bodies and jacked lat development caused them to stand like real life action figures.

'I guess... If I have to...' Said Joe finally with a self deprecating laugh.

'Uh-ah-ha-ha next victim...' Helen said with faux menace and rubbed her hands together imitating a mad scientist. The thick caps of her shoulders dancing under the straps of sports bra as she did so.

A while later Joe had taken off his heavy sweatshirt and found Helen on the far side of the free-weight area. The area was somewhat foreign to him, although he had been a member of the gym for a number of years he chose to stick mostly to the machines on the far side of the gym choosing. He'd forgone working out in the more 'hard core' free weight area which me mostly saw large Neanderthal type men throwing around heavy weight. He felt like he didn't belong. But now, oddly, he was here with a woman who must clearly did belong. Helen patted one of the benches they had cleared off indicating for Joe to sit. He felt like he had gained entry into a secret club.

Joe made his way over as Helen turned and grabbed a few sets of dumbbells off the rack. Joe watched her in the mirror, She was an interesting dichotomy her cute face and short black hair bob was completely in line with a women her age, while her body revealed by the tight fitting workout clothes underneath was something else. Joe marveled for a moment about how the muscle on her looked so different from the large beefy men training in the area. She in some ways seemed as massive but more put together, while the men's physiques seemed more haphazard – Big fleshy chests with little definition, some pumped large arms the size of hams – but their bodies lacked the aesthetically pleasing proportions. Helen's muscle on the other hand seemed to have been shaped as if by a sculptor. – Her arms bulged, quads flexed, but each muscle, each tendon ebbed and flowed into tiny joints, feminine wrists, her frame worked together as pleasing whole.

Jinni had gone to refill both women's large water jugs and soon returned to the weight area to join them.

'Has the victim been tortured yet...' Jinni asked strutting her weight back to the weight area and giving Joe a playful smirk in the mirror.

'Nope. Just getting him all set up.' Said Helen placing an area of weights alongside of him.

'Great glad you didn't get started without me... Maybe we should make him sign a waiver,' joked Jinni finally arriving back at the group. She dropped the two jugs of water in front of the women and then tightened the weight belt around her midsection which Joe noticed she wasn't wearing earlier.

She then lifted the hem of her Arnold shirt up and pulled it up over her head. And for the first time that day Joe really felt the air go out of him. She wore an off white sports bra underneath, which stood out in stark contrast to her dark, tanned skin.

Joe's jaw nearly hit the floor as the shirt continued to come off and Mrs. Jones body was fully exposed in its full muscular glory. Joe had of course seen photos of it in online and experienced flashes of it albeit hidden under clothing but here, now revealed to him in all it's glory it was truly staggering. The woman, looked massive. Joe had read all about just what the difference between a finely honed physique competitor's body like Helen and a heavyweight like Jinni, but seeing it in the flesh was something else. Despite Helen's massive development, Jinni's exploding chest, shoulders and arms made her look like a small child in contrast. Joe felt his mouth go dry as Jinni passed in front of him giving him a clear view of the bulging knotted topography of her back muscles.

Throughout the workout Joe did his best to keep up with the muscle women's intense heavy training regimen. Upper body seemed to be the theme of the day and Joe quickly fell into a grove as the 'training session' progressed.

Helen would occasionally hand him weights and give him instructions.

'Here. Shoulder press and angle your back, tighten your glutes...' The little muscular Asian woman would say occasionally brushing up against Joe's hand or arm as she handed him the dumbbells. Joe thrilled as each time she moved past she'd brush by his outer arm, the fully developed outer head of her lycra clad quadriceps brushing his arm with its muscle packed hardness.

Jinni would work in as well. Sliding down onto the weight bench as soon as Joe was done and grabbing a set of weights that looked far too big for her dainty heads but would quickly be thrust up over head as Jinni cranked out rep after excruciating rep.

The close proximity and similar training regiment gave Joe a chance to gauge the level of weight he himself was using against the girls and he was amazed at the differential. Where he was given a set of small silver 25lb for shoulder press Helen grabbed a thick set of 45s and grunted out a set of ten reps seemingly without breaking a sweat. Joe was impressed, here was a woman, a fabulously muscled one, but still a woman lifting nearly twice as much as him. Joe was to have that shattered as Jinni quickly swooped in and scooped up two large 60 pounders whose heavy black rubber weighted ends looked bigger than her own head and then....

'Argghh!!' With Helen's help, she brought then up and cranked out 12 hard reps her shoulder muscles blistering and firing, veins exploding under her dark tan skin.  Joe took the opportunity to glance around to see if anyone else had taken in the extraordinary display of strength. He saw a couple of men who no doubt considered themselves fit take it in, then quickly look away as they saw Joe spot them. Joe noticed a few men doing similar exercises with less than half the weight Jinni used, quickly put the dumbbells down then leaving the free weight area no doubt not wanting to have to check their manhood against the muscle bulging housewife.

Soon they hit a grove and Joe actually began to feel completely welcome amongst the group. He'd laugh at their jokes and marvel at their insider knowledge of weight training. They seemed to share a jargon which most people outside of muscle beach probably wouldn't understand.

'Should we do forced reps on the preacher?' Helen asked with the  gravest concern as if her entire existence hinged on executing this workout.

'Let's do partial inclines and then we can do rear delts and drop sets for tris...' Jinni answered queuing some new torture up for Joe 'their victim.'

Throughout all this lifting jargon – he also found they frequently returned to talking about their kids, family and holidays. Joe was somewhat taken aback that in the midst of this macho, anabolic fueled workout session that two buff girls were wholly feminine, flirty housewives like you might meat on line at the Cost-Co, only housewives who could deadlift a small fridge and hadn't touched a carb that wasn't on their diet plan for years.

But still Joe couldn't help feel like 'he was on the inside.' The entire gym seemed to be watching him and he trained with these two brawny women – throwing around iron.

The torture session came to an end and Joe's arms felt like they might explode.

The apex of the entire experience probably came when Helen, trying to demonstrate a rear delt exercise, slide in around him, placing herself in-between Joe and the bench. Her pert, flared glutes mere inches from his crotch and her exploding back cranking out rep after rep in front of him.

'Right here... You want to get right here... Feel...' she said taking Joe's hand and guiding it over her bulging shoulder and giving Joe the encouragement to feel it. His hand traveled over the muscle for a few seconds feeling the impossible hardness of the little muscle women's skin.

'Now you've really earned Christmas dinner...' Said Jinni as they wrapped the workout, the bulging muscle women's frame still exposed as she had yet to put her top back on.

'What's your fav Christmas food?' Asked Helen dabbing her chest with her towel and taking in the cool down aspect of their post workout.

'Dessert.' Joe said. Everyone laughed.

'I knew there was something about you I liked – ' Said Helen giving another pixish laugh and touching Joe's arm playfully.

Jinni eyed this...

"What are you doing after this Joe?' asked Jinni narrowing her gaze on Joe.

'I was going to go home and get Macy and maybe grab lunch.'

'You need to refuel. You depleted your glycogen stores, we did a lot of compound stuff so you should get some good carbs, healthy fats and proteins...' Jinni said and Joe nodded trying as best he could to process the eating regiment the bodybuilder was laying out for him. 'Oh my god Helen you should take him to Eatz.' Said Jinni playfully smacking her muscular friends arm.

'What's Eatz?' Joe asked with some trepidation unsure and maybe a bit afraid of somehow offending the two buff moms.

'Oh my god Eatz is so good! They have the most bomb protein pancakes' Said Helen tapping Joe's hand playfully.

"Well if its bomb...' Countered Joe.

'You guys should go... together... Helen will show you the ropes –'

'I... Well I do need to run home and get Macy... but –' Joe added somewhat nervously not wanting to jeopardize this opportunity.

'Well I need to get Reggie.' Said Helen bringing up the name of her son who was about the same age as Joe's daughter. 'Maybe we can all four go.

'Brunch at Eatz.' Offered Jinni,a wry smile crossing her face.

Jinni stood and watched them exit out into the parking lot, Helen's broad sculpted hour glass back and Joe's tall lanky frame, a light dusting of snow had begun to fall and as the bodybuilder mom  watched them head to their cars talking she couldn't help but feel like she'd play Santa/Cupid to two fine people. The only thing that was missing was a bit of mistletoe hanging over the gym's protein shake counter.