Hi All -- I'm proud to present the 'climax' of a Very Mrs Jones Christmas (pun intended). Will Bill like his Xmas present and all the work Jinni has put in for him? You'll just have to read on to find out!
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A VERY MRS. JONES CHRISTMAS PART 5
Jinni put the small set of Mrs. Clause bikini bottoms back in the Victoria secret box and then put the thin, candy cane themed bra on top and stowed them for later that night. She adjusted the top of her sweater and headed out.
The airport was busy with last minute arrivals for the Christmas season. Mrs. Jones parked her car and made her was over to passenger arrival to meet Bill.
The 7:22 PM from Seattle arrived a few minutes late and Bill sat in his seat finishing up a last bit of work before the plane taxied to its gate where Bill rose and pulled out his bags from the overhead and de-boarded the plane.
It has been nearly 2 months since he had seen Jinni and he was eager to catch up with his wife and get back home and spend Christmas with his family. He had kept a bit abreast of Jinni’s developments over Skype calls while he worked in Seattle. Jinni briefed him on training, but Bill had been so busy with the company’s new server project that he wasn’t completely able to follow. Still he knew she had been adding mass as she mentioned on their Skype calls. Despite only being able to see her from the neck up when they did their catch ups, with Jinni usually fresh from the gym and wearing one of her loose fitting loose necked sweatshirts, Bill could tell by the increasingly growing and bulge of her traps under the sweat shirts that his wife was quickly packing on seemingly epic levels of muscle mass.
Another hint had been from the boys at work. After a few days of working with his new team in Seattle a few of his co-worker engineers had, after a quick Google search, discovered that his wife was ‘Miss Universe’ female bodybuilding division. With the article, they had found a revealing photo Jinni online complete in her two piece posing suit at a recent show. The group of jokers had photoshopped Bill’s head on top of Jinni’s massive physique and posted it next to his work computer. The joke was good humored and Bill kept the photo up throughout his assignment. But still the image of his wife chiseled and near perfect musculature in the tiny two piece bikini made Bill especially eager to get back home to her company.
‘Baby!!’ Said Jinni as Bill descended the escalator and he could see Jinni through the parted sea of family members waiting for their relatives.
Jinni ran to him and Bill scooped her up giving her a kiss. She had dressed cutely to pick him up, a large white cashmere hat covered her hair and her dark hair spilled out of it. Bill marveled that even here in the middle of winter on the east coast Jinni was remarkably tan, standing out in sharp contrast to the other pasty East Coasters. Bill held her by her arms. She was wearing a large thick turquoise down jacket to keep her from the chill and even through the heavy fabric he could feel the extraordinary heaviness and bulk. He was amazed that even through her down jacket her could see the thick bulges of her outer lats and was amazed at her her thick arms stretched the fabric of her jacket.
“There you are honey…” She said rushing and embracing him giving little care as the heads around them spun to take in the pretty older women trotting over to him in heels.
Bill also took a moment to take in his wife’s lower body. Jinni wore skin tight leggings which wrapped her bulging shapely legs for all the world to see. The jacket was cut short and gathered around her waist and only seemed to Bill to highlight the extraordinariness of her bodybuilders hourglass figure. All big massive muscles on top, tiny waist, rock hard ass and bulging muscular thighs. She had finished off the outfit with a pair of diminutive fur lined heeled boots with causes her calves to bulge flex.
“Come on sweetie… Let’s get you home and warm. Jinni’s got a nice little Christmas present waiting for you.” His wife said with a twinkle and grabbed him by the wrist leading him to the car.
“You’re tired from your flight. Why don’t you let me drive?” She took his heavy bag as if it was nothing and flipped it over her shoulder. Even weighed down and in her heeled boots he struggled to keep up. Lifting up the trunk she picked up the bag with her other arm. Her bicep bulged with the effort, veins snaking across the top yet it looked the motion was effortless. Bill had stumbled around the airport fighting the bag before she took it from him. Was she stronger now?
When they sat in the car, he looked across at the silhouette of his wife and watched the bulge of her sartorious muscle rose off her leg like ramparts on top of a hill. He stared at her in awe.
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Jinni had stripped off her winter parka and was moving around the kitchen as Bill sat at the table. She was wearing a plunging muscle shirt – strap stringy and plunged low – exposing much of her chest – and sports bra. The exposed chest area that Bill could see looked almost masculine in its development. Jinni had so transformed herself that her once smallish boobs had been replaced by thick slabs of chiseled muscle meat. The muscle looked dry and dense, small feathers danced under the tanned skin.
Bill had truly been amazed when he and Jinni discussed her adoption of this hobby of bodybuilding he hadn’t quite fathomed just how far she’d take it. The woman before him had his wife’s pretty features and her sweet demeanor, but that seemed to be where it ended.T he body underneath was pumped and massive and Bill found himself completely taken aback by Jinni’s massive shoulders which were balled and large and stood away from her body seemingly pushing out and up against her thick neck. Her meaty muscular arms hung loosely at her sides a few inches away from her body, literally brimming with power. She turned to grab something off of the counter which gave him a view of her concrete back the lower portion of which was so lean and developed it seemed to mirror the Christmas tree that was set up glowing with a warm glow in their living room.
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They had put Sebastian to bed and finished placing his toys under the tree. The fire crackled and Bill was finally alone with his wife. He found himself awed and strangely nervous around her. He wasn’t sure whether it was from their time apart or her new physique, but he found himself hesitant and unsure. She, however, projected an air of confidence that he couldn’t find anymore in her presence. Twice, he tried to speak, but lost his train of thought and closed his mouth. –
Finally, he managed, “The guys played a joke on me.” as he pulled out the mock up photo his crew had made with his head on his wife’s bulging body.
“Oh no…” Said Jinni both trying to empathize and hide her smirk. “I do have to say your quad sweep looks fantastic.” She finally said and the two shared a laugh.
Bill took a moment and approached his wife there with the fire flickering in the fireplace. He moved in close, he was tall, maybe a foot or so taller than his wife, but Jinni’s mass, even just in her leggings and top took up much of her view.
“Did you miss me…” Jinni asked playfully and bit her lip causing a cute pout.
“I did…” He said and took his had and ran it under her shirt stroking the outer sides of her bubbled abs. No matter how many times he touched them he still couldn’t fathom that they belonged to his wife.
He felt his fingers trace up the cobble stoned masses under his wife’s soft sweatshirt and… subtly Jinni contorted and flexed the bricks of abs as his fingers traipsed along them. They shifted and felt hard as stone under his touch. Jinni breathed out a bit hollowing her stomach and Bill could feel the muscles shift under his hands. Her skin was warm and soft and moved like a thin coating of paper while the muscle underneath was so incredibly hard and dense it was difficult to believe he was touching another human being rather thana piece of brick or stone.
“Easy…” Jinni said, her voice breathless and her dark tanned skin illuminated by the glowing light of the fire.
“I have a present just for you…” Jinni teased as she led her husband upstairs.
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As Bill lay in bed in the bedroom next door Jinni readied herself in the bathroom.
She took a moment to gaze down at the tiny set of lingerie she had selected a few days before and breathed out with a sense of trepidation.
‘Here goes she said…’
And looked at herself in the mirror fixing the bra strap along with her massive shoulders.
Her trepidation had been because Bill had yet to fully witness the changes in her body over the past few months.
Sure, he had enjoyed her newly sprouted muscles when she was a middle weight. The buffed up cheerleader look, she had called it. Pumped shoulders, chiseled abs and a sculpted lower body. – But this, what she looked like now was something different, more extreme
This was hardcore bodybuilder shit. This was the biggest of the big girls. The kind of girls that women looked at and said ‘appreciate the effort. But not for me.’ She was big. Bigger than big now, not just big for a woman… but bigger. She was at least as densely muscled as any man at the gym. Now was the test of whether her man could accept it. There was a very real possibility she had pushed her body too far. – Would her husband even be attracted to her? Would he be scared of her?
Her fingers traced down her massive shoulders and the ridges of her abs as she applied a light shine body bling product which put a small shimmer to her deeply tanned brown skin. The liquid found the crevices in between the ridged blue veins of her forearms at the granite hard muscle of her bulging biceps and triceps.
There was no turning back… Here goes nothing she said… And swung the door to the bathroom open…
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Bill was lying in bed when the door their bathroom swung open… He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.What was in front of him had to be an optical illusion.
Jinni was lit up from behind. The warm, golden light from the bathroom shining behind her, illuminating her batwing back from the rear. Her frame seemed to fill the entire doorway and she looked, big massive, her body stuffed with muscle.
Bill gasped as she approached.
Jinni for her part could see and sense the shift in Bill’s expression. She had witnessed it many times before in the gym when her body was unfurled and someone caught their first glimpse of her mass. It was a heady mixture of awe, fear and attraction. A powerful chemical, almost primitive cocktail that her physique would cause in the observer.
Jinni’s immediate reaction was to calm her husband. To reassure him thus diminishing the adrenal firing that she knew her presence could cause.
‘It’s okay sweetie… It’s me honey…’ she said in her soft hushed tones as she approached the bed where her husband lay. The soft click*clacking*clacking of the towering stiletto heels she wore to complete her outfit against the wood floor providing the only sounds besides his labored breathing and her soft cooing.
‘It’s just me… It’s just your Jinni…’ her tone was kind and warm and reassuring, but at the same time as Bill saw her now come into the light he still couldn’t believe it. Sure it was his wife’s head, her soft pretty features, her warm blue eyes and her long auburn brown hair collected in a bun at the top, it’s soft wisps falling and glancing along her high cheekbones, but underneath was something else. He had witnessed Jinni’s transformation over the years from his thin waifish wife to iron pumped bodybuilder, but what stood before him was something else.
Jinni’s training and chemical regimen had built her a solid foundation of muscle over her last three years, but this… this was something else… It didn’t look right. It didn’t look real. As Jinni came completely into the light Bill could see that every square inch of his wife’s relatively diminutive frame had been crammed with rock hard, jutting muscle.
Her small dainty chin and curled pink lips sat merely inches away from her bulging neck and traps of which the thickness startled him. Gone was his wife’s thin swan like neck, replaced with two thick columns of solid rough hewn cow-beef that looked like it had been grafted under her skin, jutting up and uncomfortably near her jaw. Rising below that were the thick columns of pectoral slabs that Jinni had worked so hard to develop. Forgoing the breast implants that were becoming increasingly popular amongst female competitors, she’d chose to build a shelf of rock hard granular muscle whose paper thin skin did little to cover the thick muscle underneath. In fact, here in the moonlight Bill could clearly see a web of small spider lines of veins spill out from the center of Jinni’s chest. Running to and fro along the brown columns of muscle before disappearing down and into the tiny cups of the lingerie which covered her nipples.
There moving to her lower body things became downright bizarre. Where her upper body was jutting, large meaty football sized shoulders and bulging biceps, Jinni’s undercarriage was something else entirely. Covering down bellow the shelf of pec meat Jinni’s waist stood out, tiny, minuscule and – against Bill’s better judgment it seemed even smaller and daintier then he remembered it being before her hardcore training regimen began. But how could that be? It was sleek. Covered and feminine, but at the same time mounted with the thick plating and series of highly delineated musculature plated abs which seemed to rise and fall with each of Jinni’s soft breaths in the moonlight.
Jinni could almost feel Bill’s eyes as they traveled down her lower body and she exalted in the feeling of him taking in her magnificence. She had worked so hard for this body, sweating, lifting monstrous weights injecting herself with god knows what in order she her to build this monument to strength power and discipline.
She could feel Bill’s eyes as they traced down her front side, along her rippling mid-section and down to the tiny piece of cloth that contained her sex. She had spent the better part of the morning at the salon getting her lower parts waxed and buffed and the entirety of her sex stood clean, hairless, just the paper thin of her bulged tanned body in between her and the soft inner linings of the panties.
In acquiescing to her husbands gaze Jinni slowly flexed and quivered her thigh and hip muscles. Rising up high on her tiptoes and causing her lower body, to bulge and bubble as she squeezed hard on her quads forcing them to ripple out. The thick balloon like muscles inflated, stretching her taut, tanned skin and the inner divots and flexations of the muscles pressed outward.
The move brought a gasp to her husband and she had accentuated it by pulling taught the tiny strings that connected the front of the panties to the small triangle the wedged thick between her glutes on her back. The action managed to squeeze up and in the small, silky fabric momentarily causing it to wedge against the lips of her sex which, since the first moment of catching a glance of herself in this proactive attire had bulged thick, filling with blood, At the same time, the upper part of her pussy bulged hard with her clit, now a small pronounced form due to her uptake in her chemical regiments pushed out and downward slightly denting the outer silky sheen of her panties.
She stood there, holding the pose for what seemed like an eternity. Looking like a living statue cast in the golden light of the evening before releasing it and moving towards her husband. ‘You look… you look amazing.’ Bill managed to stammer out.
‘Thank you sweetie…’ Jinni said moving closer to the bed. Each step causing her thick quads to bubble and shake as the muscle underneath quivered with each powerful step towards the bed.
Her main goal now was to get Bill comfortable. She was sure that the start of her body reveal had, produced its desired effect and caused awe in her husband. But she knew she would need to relax him and dissipate some of the fear and awe she had caused in order to fully experience this night of pleasure with the man she loved. After all this was her man, her husband – she wanted to bring them on level footing and make sure he can fully enjoy this body she had put all this work into.
She approached the bed as Bill looked at her. My god did she look amazing he thought. There standing above him she seemed like something else the moonlight highlighting every cut crevice of her bulging rock like physique.
‘Here…’ she said gently. Her lips curling in a warm inviting smile that Bill had seen his wife deploy many times. It was sweet and maternal. It was the smile of a wife, a mother, a woman who contained an infinite amount of loving energy. It was his Jinni, only he’d never experienced it in contrast to her bulged, vein riddled and almost scary built body. The effect was intoxicating and its dichotomy once again sent sharp ripples of pain, desire and awe through his body.
Jinni could see this and smiled warmly.
‘It’s okay honey…’ She said once again and took Bill’s hand in hers. She moved slightly closer to the bed and took the back of Bill’s hand, his hand rough with hair and a bit of callous and gently brushed it over her bulging, rock hard quad. As Jinni ran her hand over her outer leg she jostled her foot slightly causing the thick muscles of the outer head of her leg to jostle and bubbles lightly flexing out and forming it’s fully formed cap over her relatively dainty knee.
‘How does it feel?’ She asked sweetly as she continued to rub Bill’s hand over her bulged muscle as she continued to demonstrate her muscle control, slightly undulating it with insane precision under her husbands touch.
‘It feels… I don’t know… it feels amazing… like soft… and then rock hard the next moment… and then smooth… it feels like there’s… it feels like there’s energy…. Electricity under my hand… like I feel sparks…’
Jinni smiled. She had been inside this body for so long and experienced from the inside, but from the outside, she had no idea how it felt. She could see the looks of awe. The lingering glances that followed her as she made her way through her day to day lives or in the reflection of the mirror at her gym, or the looks of jealousy on other women as they watched the reactions her body elicited from their husbands. ut she herself could never feel how it truly felt for someone else to experience her.
‘Hmmm… it’s probably the power underneath.’ She said as she continued to guide his hand. ‘So… I squat nearly 500 lbs, for multiple reps. Do you know how much weight that is honey?’ Jinni continued. Her demeanor had changed slightly, it was still warm but now had shifted slightly and she addressed him with just a hint of condescension, like talking to a child. The speech was both to educate her husband on the work she had done but also designed fill him with awe at the woman his wife has transformed into.
‘That’s more than most men can ever dream of lifting…. That’s a refrigerator honey. It’s more than any man at the gym. When I do it… You should see the bar… you know those big 45 lb plates?’
Bill nodded, only slightly now paying attention. His eyes rolling back in his head. Jinni could see the effect she was having on him as Bill’s cock quivered and jumped up with anticipation tenting the bed sheet that had covered it.
The bulged head of his dick stood up thick and hard pressing into the bed sheet. Jinni watched as the bed sheet was quickly became damp with sticky, moist pre-cum which was now steadily flowing the head of Bill’s erect member.
‘That’s one, two…’ she began to count out the number in a soft, girly baby cooing voice that threatened to send Bill over the edge. ‘That’s 5 plates on each side,’ she said and offered of a hard lex of her leg. ‘The bar bends underneath that kind of weight and I need to get under it… grunting… screaming…. To push the weight up and tear these big bulging muscles up and rebuild them for you…’
Bill nodded and his hand hungrily explored her leg. Grabbing and feeling it. It squeezed her hard and Jinni answered by giving her leg an incredibly hard SQUEEZE AND FLEX as the muscle bulged under Bill’s trembling hand.
‘It’s rock hard…’
‘Yes it is baby… That’s the thick muscle fibers underneath…. So big and strong…. But the hardness is caused by the wittle, itty bitty bit of body fat I keep on body…’ she said and coyly pinched and inch of her skin around her mid section. The thin skin stretched off of Jinni’s body and seemed to gave way completely under her finger tips, moving around momentarily and then resettling over Jinni’s plated abdomen. To Bill amazement the skin seemed to have nothing under it, and looked like waxed paper under his wife’s pinched polished nails. As if showing her complete lack of subcutaneous fat on her abdomen. Jinni placed her hands behind her head, took a deep breath out and crunched in her stomach hard and tightly. Her face showed little to no strain of her effort, but the already ridged mounds of her stomach seemed to bubble forming into deep wedges. As if to prove it’s structural integrity, Jinni took her left hand and with her dainty long nails tapped it, probing at its strength. The sound was unlike anything Bill had heard. It sounded more like fingernails tapping along lacquered wood or the polished stone of a counter top and less like a sound that could be elicited from the contact of skin on skin on a human body.
‘Now… ‘ Jinni said reaching one of her well muscled arms behind her body and with a quick flick, flicking off the tiny bra that covered her nipples.
‘I just want you to relax… Let this body do all the work…’
Jinni said and stepped out of her panties, pulling them down along her thick legs and stripped down her tiny ankles.
‘This body is incredibly powerful and I wouldn’t want you to get accidently… hurt…’
Jinni climbed up and mounted her husband and Bill closed his eyes and thanked whoever it was that had gotten him the best Christmas he could have ever deserved.
