The Muscular Mrs. Jones: The College Years

[biggerisbetter]

Oh, it looks that Mrs. Jones is kind of flirtatious that evening... We do not know her naughty side yet. It is a very promising opening

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[QBikk]

Hey... Sorry for the delay. I've been away a while and was really surprised to see people were interested in this story. I had no idea! It's really cool to see people appreciate it so much. Thanks to all who posted! I feel bad because I promised this a few weeks ago, but its still not done yet so I figured I'd share at least the first part which I have finished.

You have no idea!! And you can also finish Henry and the Hardbody if you will 😁

[009eli]

Hey... Sorry for the delay. I've been away a while and was really surprised to see people were interested in this story. I had no idea! It's really cool to see people appreciate it so much. Thanks to all who posted! I feel bad because I promised this a few weeks ago, but its still not done yet so I figured I'd share at least the first part which I have finished.

You have no idea!! And you can also finish Henry and the Hardbody if you will 😁

Wow! I haven't even posted that story on this page. Props to you for checking it out. I just re-read some of it last night and do think I should get back to it but not really sure if it will be something i can get to immedeatly but thanks for checking it out.

[QBikk]

Hey... Sorry for the delay. I've been away a while and was really surprised to see people were interested in this story. I had no idea! It's really cool to see people appreciate it so much. Thanks to all who posted! I feel bad because I promised this a few weeks ago, but its still not done yet so I figured I'd share at least the first part which I have finished.

You have no idea!! And you can also finish Henry and the Hardbody if you will 😁

Wow! I haven't even posted that story on this page. Props to you for checking it out. I just re-read some of it last night and do think I should get back to it but not really sure if it will be something i can get to immedeatly but thanks for checking it out.

I follow you there 
Can't wait to read what's coming next

[Bugenhagen]

The writing... the premise... AH! I just love it. Great work

[nyfiken]

Amazing story.
cant wait to read the next part

[009eli]

Excited to post this last part of Chapter 3 for everyone. Big shot out to Taoschild who got me off my butt and helped me work through a bit of writers block and also offered up his editing skills for this entry thanks again.

Karma and feedback much appreciated. Love feedback on where and how everything feels this is going. Thanks again for taking a look.

CHAPTER 3 part 2

I watched Mrs. Jones' impossibly muscular upper body saunter its way across the room. Her thick shoulders, arms and exposed back, open for all to see quickly disappeared into the hallway and I was left alone.

I made my way across the party. A hint of Jinni's aroma still lingered on my arm where she had playfully touched me earlier during our charade and playing stepmother and son. I smelled my shirt and could always pick up the light scent of her perfume, flowery with a bit of spice to it. And that hint of coconut. Like the beach. Even when I think of her now, that's how I remember her...

But I was soon interrupted by the sound of someone behind me --

"I'm sorry but who the f- is she?' It was a girl's voice, and I spun around to see--

Tara Owens. Tara was a classmate of mine, but she was also the captain of the school's girl's volleyball team. Tall and supermodel lean, Tara looked as if you combined every hot blonde tennis player into a single girl. She was nationally ranked, and it was big news when she had picked our little school over a bigger college on the West Coast.

I stammered slightly to get my answer out "My step mother.... In law.." I managed to get out, thinking we should go with the roles we had decided to play spontaneously. And then dumbly adding the "In law..." part. I quickly recovered.

"My stepmother... My ex-stepmom..." I said starring dumbly into Tara's lipid pools of electric blue eyes. While I had, of course, clocked Tara in my history class but one never in a million years dream of even uttering a word to her and now here she was talking to me and surrounded by her posse of equally beautiful blonde volleyball playing babettes. My date with muscular Mrs. Jones was paying unexpected dividends.

"Damn... Your stepmom is jacked..." Tara said, accentuating the end of her sentence of a little bit of a valley girl twinge, that I might generally find annoying but on her seemed to suit her. The profound respect she was showing for Jinni's hard-fought muscular body, athlete to athlete was turning me on a bit.

"Did you see her back!" One of Tara's friends exclaimed.

"And her legs were like BLAM! BLAM!" Said another in apparent awe of Mrs. Jones sweeping lower body musculature.

"Yes. She works out –" I said rather dumbly, again, saying Jinni worked out was a bit like saying Lebron James played a little bit of basketball.

The girls soon laughed.

"She's a bodybuilder. " I quickly added. "Top five in the world."

Tara extended me her hand and I shook it in awe. "Tara Owens... Me and my friends do a study a group if you want to drop by. We try and turn Professor Jefferies stuff into something at least partially interesting."

Tara laughed slightly as she said this and I saw that her abs, tanned and exposed, in her belly cut shirt tensed somewhat. She was a highly erotic turn on, but still nothing compared to the solid cue balls of abs I had seen on display by Mrs. J at last weeks expo.  Even un-flexed, Jini's abs looked as if they might, at any moment, burst through their skin.

"You should stop by..." Tara added with a twinkle.

I couldn't believe it. Tara was a walking dream billboard all through campus. At almost six feet and ravishing she turned heads everywhere she went. She was every guy's go to crush. And now here she was... inviting me to study with her and the entire volleyball team. I had, of course, experienced the halo effect that Mrs. Jones' body had caused, but now, here she was creating ripples when she wasn't even in the room!

"What're Y'all talking about?" I heard Jinni's silk smooth drawl come up behind me and briefly tickled the hairs on the back of my neck.

"Jinni, I'll go to the bar and get us some waters..." I heard Professor Jeffery's say clearing across the room. Before Jinni give him a kindly, albeit slightly dismissive fluttery wave with one of her hands. Her long, well-manicured nails catching a bit of the soft lighting of the room.

"We were just talking about how cool you look..." gushed Tara breathlessly.

"Aww... thanks well aren't you so sweet." Said Mrs. Jones taking in the compliment in stride.

"Could you... you know...." Added Tara, bringing her arms up into an exaggerated flex, which I noticed caused her own well-toned biceps to pop notably.

Jinni laughed, I'm sure flattered by the attention that the cute girls were lavishing on her.

"Uhm... erh... let me see..." She said. Standing back a bit. "I'm not exactly dressed for it... but – " Mrs. J said in regards to her evening dress, whose back looked as if it was struggling mightily to keep her bulging lats under wraps without tearing.

"Here goes..." Said Jinni. Once again unfurling the scarf and passing it off to me.

Jinni took a step back, placed her left hand on her hip, and balled her right hand into a fist. And then with the great theatricality of a natural performer cocked her hip slowly to the side bending down and finished by bringing her fist into a hard flex. A tight baseball-sized ball of muscle bunched and then popped up along her arm, stretching her skin tight and allowing a large blue vein that snaked along the top to pop prominently to life. The hard flex also caused the veins on Mrs. J's forearms to push out and press out forming silhouetted blue subway map sized veins to crisscross across her arms.

"Got- damn..." I head one of Tara's friends in tone.

Mrs. J then hinged at the hip. Lowering her elbow slightly like a tea kettle. I could see now, the reason for this was to allow her bat wing sized lats to pop out and accentuate her small waist. She then pumped her bicep one more time and brought it up in line with her shoulder one final time.

The effect of the last pump I could see now was to fill the bicep with blood and bring it to it's full, flushed shape, which was now noticeably more extensive and more than defined than just moments ago.

"Got... damn...." Tara's friend said once more. And I could see that the three college-age girls were all slack-jawed with the large muscle displayed inches from their face

Not only that. Mrs. J's display had brought the night to a stop, and I could see pretty much every head in the nearby vicinity crane to see the impromptu flexing show that was being performed by a person whom everyone in the room believed to be my stepmother.

"Ah-mazing..." Tara finally said. A goofy grin crossing her face.

For the piece-de-resistance. Mrs. J, slowly and again, with great theatricality, brought her hands down to her waist. Balled her fists and, just like I had seen her do in her rear flex during the photo shoot at the fitness show, mashed her fists hard against her waist causing the fabric of her dress. I noticed, with the force generated by her small fists, the fabric bunch of up and she smashed her hands hard against her hips, contracting her already tiny waist into a now, near minuscule shape. Then... slowly... clenching her fists harder... sending out snaking veins over her already pumped forearms and shoulders and then.... With a quick upward motion popping up on her toes and cocking her elbows out to the side in a full-on lat spread.

The pose was an impossibly forceful and powerful and I noticed the contracted muscles of her arms and the upward swing of her flaring back caused her rippled pecs, which were having problems being contained in her low cut dress, to stretch wide over her clavicles and splinter in flexed muscle meat. The top muscle of her chest even pumping up high and obscuring the bottom part of her chin.

Mrs. J stood there for only a few moments holding the pose, which was no doubt impossibly powerful in front of the gawking girls. Before quickly dropping her arms at her side.

"Can't do that one too much... Or I'll be back at Nordstrom returning the dress...." Jinni added offhandedly. She shook her arms out to relax them, and I noticed the ropy muscles bunch and flex.

The girls all broke out into spontaneous applause.

# # #

Later. Jinni, Tara and her friends spoke about training for a little bit, with Mrs. J even acknowledging Tara' remarkable build for a college-age girl.

"I didn't start training until after I had a kid. If I had started at your age..." Mrs. J said, and I could see Tara glow with some pride.

We left them with Jinni promising she would send then some training tips and that they would keep in touch via email.

A little bit later we found our way out to the courtyard area. Professor Jefferies had not so subtly slipped his number to Jinni and sauntered off with a hop in his step to mingle with more parents.

"Did he try to do anything to you?" I asked.

"Why? If he did. What are you going to do? Fight your history professor?" Mrs. J asked, raising an arched eyebrow in a taunting manner.

"Yeah – I maybe..." My fists began to tighten.

"Don't worry. The only thing he tried to do was to give me a history lesson on ancient European sculpture."

I briefly unballed my fist.

"But I'm so glad I have you here as my protector..." She leaned forward and draped her muscular arms on my shoulders and gave me a small kiss on the cheek.

The night outside was warm, but a little bit of fall had just started to creep into the air, and we both sat there for a moment, quiet. The area had a large fountain in the middle, and we both observed silently, happy for a reprieve of peace from the festivities.

"My protector." Mrs. Jones said. Her arm felt terrific. It felt so different than anyone else's arm. Substantial and I could even feel the thick vein of her bicep pressed lightly into the back of my neck. That was the thing about Mrs. J, she was substantial. She took up space. Physically. Mentally. Nothing on her body was there by mistake. No square inch of her frame existed by default, it had all been earned. Chiseled away by grueling hours in the gym. This gave her a fantastic presence and substance in the world. You felt as if, when everything was flying and spinning, she was the one beacon – that north star you could set your compass by.

"Don't you think you should go back and visit your adoring public." I said in a joking manner.

"Oh my... " Mrs. J laughed a throaty laugh and tossed her head back.

"I think you certainly left a positive impression on Professor Jefferies."

"Oh... He's so cute..." She said in a way that was both off hand and dismissive. The way you may describe a friend's pet whose constantly yapping for attention. But still, I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy.

We rose to get up and head back inside satisfied with our moment of peace out away from the party, but before I headed back Jinni grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me around.

"Before we go back in  – I just need to know... Are you proud of me..." She asked me. Standing there, she took both of my hands in hers and looked me in the eyes. I'm sure to anyone observing at the party, the image looked somewhat ludicrous. Me, a bony long college student, ahead or so higher than Mrs. J, in silhouette, her body thickly muscled, bulging arms, bulging back, lats and a lower body that was so curved with muscle it should have come with its own traffic hazard sign. Standing there, facing each other in the moonlight as the music of the party was drifting out into the courtyard.

"Of course I'm proud of you," I said.

"Good," she said and quickly broke off the embrace

"Lawrence... You're so cool..." She said and gave me another playful tussle of my hair and trotted off back into the crowd.

# # #

We had spent about another hour or so in the party with Mrs. J, of course, being the talk of the night and getting Professor Jefferies' phone number.

"Call me Mon Cherie--" He said planting a kiss on her hand.

Heading back to Mrs. J's car we walked side to side along the small walkway that lead to the parking lot.

"Lawrence I need to know if our great friendship is going to continue are you an introvert or an extrovert... meaning do you like to be around people or are you more comfortable with your own space... "

"I guess... I do like to be around people, but also like my own space."I said taking this in and being a bit surprised by the level of depth of Mrs. Joneses' question.

"So, an introvert. Good. Good. I'm one too –" She said and smiled.

"I don't think so. You always seem to shine when you're around people." I added, looking over to her.

"It's all an act." She said, in a kind of mock diva voice. And then gently rolled her head back on my shoulder. "I'm shy but..." She put her hand to lips as if she was telling a secret, but exaggerated the action to imply a certain detachment "Don't tell anyone."

"Now come on."  She began to trot along a bit of the grass alongside the path back to the parking lot. "You always need to walk a lady back to her car to make sure she gets back alright."

She said and bound forward a bit making me run to catch up with her. As we walked back, Mrs. Jones walked in the grass. She took her heels off and walked barefoot, kicking up a bit of the evening dew that had fallen. She walked kick up her legs as if exaggerating the walking action, and I could see her small, feminine feet, complete with a beautiful shade of pink nail polish kick up the dew that had collected on the grass. She felt entirely natural as if she was some sort of nature sprite, more connected to movements of the planet and life and nature and it was in moments like this I couldn't help notice how small she would seem – far and away from the crowds and despite her massive frame she had a way of making you feel like you needed to protect her.

As we traipsed along and took my hand in hers. Holding it only by the fingertips, somehow it made feel even more intimate then if she had held the entire thing.

"Okay.... So give it to me. How did I do?"

"I think you did awesomely."

"Hmmm., " she said pursing her lips tightly as if really taking this in. "I do think you'll maybe get some good grades from Michael..." She said referring to Professor Jefferies, as I guess they were on a first name basis now. 

"Oh yeah..."

We finally arrived at her car and Mrs J dug into her purse and clicked the car doors open.

"We can talk more about it at the show..."

"What show?" I asked. "The Nationals?"

"Yeah... duh..." She said clicking her tongue and shrugging her shoulders as if it was the most natural thing. The playful movement made her numerous traps bulge up high giving the motion even more of a pronounced effect and made Mrs. J's neck and shoulder region look Frankenstein thick. And I couldn't even help but notice the movement causes a ripple of a thick vein to cascade down the profile of her rounded out shoulder and off the thick tip of her bicep. The vein stood out even more so in the street light of the darkened parking lot.

"You brought it up but you didn't say anything else..."

"My bad... Contest prep brain..." She said in a dismissive manner. "I have the nationals in a few weeks. My biggest show of the year, I have a friend coming out to help me, but I'll need my manager there. You know help me handle stuff. Bill and Sebastian used to do that for me -- but you know... Bill's kind of out of the picture and Seb's away at school so... "

"What kind of stuff?" I said kind of dumbly.

"Lawrence... You're my manager..." She said and leaned in pushing one of her fingernails in my chest in playful mock annoyance.

"Fine... Fine... I guess I'm on my own." Mrs. J said throwing up her arms in a shrug and heading around to the driver's side of her car. And I noticed, again bathed in the mixture of the moonlight and the streetlight ahead, the exaggerated gesture caused the muscles of her back to bunch and her lats to flex out to an excessive degree that I was glad the dress seemed to have a stretching fabric which moved to accommodate Mrs. J built body.

"Besides... it's just going to be a bunch of muscled oily women posing and prancing in small bathing suits. I guess we are kind of foolish... Kind of gross and freaky..."

It was the first time I had heard Jinni talk about herself that way and I couldn't tell if she was genuinely down on herself or just being a bit self-deprecating.

"I- I think it's cool..." I said managing to stammer out a response and try to keep my poker face as possible.

"Cool... I think it's kinda cool too..." Mrs J said smiling back.

[FemaleMusclesFan]

Such an amazing story...
I deeply love it...
A work of art such as Mrs Jones' physique!

[pepperdog]

Great story, here's more karma

[taoschild]

Wonderful story. I look forward to where its going between the two of them.

[biggerisbetter]

009eli, I wonder whether I more love you for the story or I hate you for publishing subsequent chapter so rarely... When I decide I will let you know
I hope the whole volleyball team will start lifting heavily from now on

[QBikk]

Hi! What a great plot setting chapter. I wonder now that all the school will know about Jinni how it will go for him and his girlfriend...

[009eli]

Hey everyone. Working on the latest chapter which I'm hoping to have out by next month, but in the meantime here is a what I'm calling a little 'Interlude' which will bridge Chapter 3 and 4 as nice little treat to enjoy with your turkey left overs.

Thanks. Comments and karma always welcome!

"Let's see. Well, you missed a bunch of these answers..." Professor Jefferies said as he went over my test scores. "But you seem to have a good knowledge of the subject so..." He said smiling and then, ignoring a sea of red pen marks on my history quiz he quickly changed my B – grade into a B.

"Ah... What the hell..." And then crossed the B out and finally made it an A minus.

"Jinni's competition is this weekend huh?" Jefferies asked passing my test back to me with the new highlighted grade. "I know she's nervous. Had to bring in her body fat and add to her quad sweep. I know Paloma is a favorite but I actually really think Jinni has a good shot at getting the title."

I looked at Professor Jefferies in an odd way. "We corresponded by email and I was checking some of Insta**** posts..." He said, no doubt covering up his obvious schmoe-like tendencies, but who was I to be mad about something like that. After all to come down on him would be hypocritical.

"I can't go this weekend, big history conference. But if you could give Jinni this." Jefferies said as he dug under his desk and pulled out a hardbound book.

"Great romantic poetry..." I said reading the title.

"Yes... Yes... Jinni expressed a bit of an interest in it...and I just want to give it to her to wish her luck."

I flipped the book open and saw he had written something in Latin on the inside in a dedication to Jinni.

"Oh yeah... Just a little well-wishing from me. No need to read it. And if you could just –" He then leaned down again and pulled a long, red long stem rose out from a vase on his deck and stuck it in the book.

I quickly grabbed the book and my freshly graded mid-term test and bounced out of the office.

It seemed like in the past week since Jinni made her appearance at the History open house things like that had been happening to me over and over again. Now when I came to class Jefferies never seemed to call on me or embarrass me, and as soon as I walked in Tara and her clique of buffed up, volleyball girls beaconed me to a seat next to them. Every eye in the room watched me, and every guy looked on in jealousy as Tara tapped the seat immediately next to her she saved for me each class. As I took it, sitting next to her and Becky Garvis, the teams star spiker and a near 6 foot 3 amazon of a woman whose delts would bump into me during class, and she bent over to take notes during class.

In fact, everything seemed to be smooth sailing. Not only that, because Lindsey wasn't taking a history class this semester it appeared as if she had been sequestered from hearing anything about Mrs. Jones' appearance.

Everything seemed to be going perfectly...

That was until just a few days before the contest...

I was sitting in the student commissary with my roommate Roger and his girlfriend Amber, just grabbing a quick lunch in between classes. They had gotten pizza, but with the upcoming deadline of seeing Jinni I had declined the delicious smelling pizza and instead got a salad. I couldn't really explain it. Ever since being around Jinni and looking at photos I just wanted her to be proud of me. I would have felt disgusted with myself I had gone to see her, her body cut and ripped poising in a tiny bikini (not only to mention all the other muscle women I would get to see this weekend) if I had shoved a pizza in my face. That was how she made you feel like you wanted to be a better person.

When I heard Lizzy's voice come up behind me. A slight shudder rippled in me. It had been a little over a week since I had last seen her, and we had slowly been drifting apart as Mrs. Jones became a more prominent aspect in my life and free time. And I definitely hadn't seen or talked to her since Mrs. J had made her presence known by attending the history department event in the role of my escort and stepmother.

'Hey there Lawrence. Long time no see—' I heard Lizzy say as she plopped down in a seat next to me. I was no expert on emotions, but I could get a sense from her expression that there was a bit of bitterness in her tone. Perhaps I had been lax in my duties as a boyfriend to her, but ever since that start of our relationship, we had both agreed to be casual. That and I had not actually ever done anything to cheat on her, although the thoughts of Mrs. J occupied my mind and more than once when Lizzy and I had been intimate the thoughts of Lizzy's thin frame being replaced by Mrs. J's massive musculature had danced through my mind.

Roger and Amber greeted Lizzy as she joined us with polite hellos.

"You've been quite a busy man... Hard to get a hold of." She said. I remained quiet. I wasn't sure exactly what she was getting at. And Roger and Amber shared a look at her tone was becoming apparent to everyone at the table.

"Hey, Lizzy..." I said trying my best to keep my cool as she leaned across the table and grabbed a slice of pizza off the tray without asking.

"So... Kind of crazy that we've been dating a few months and you didn't tell me you're parents were divorced."

And it was now apparent what Lizzy had been getting at. Although Lizzy didn't take any history courses, and our school was large, it was only a matter of time that word of the hubbub Jinni showing up had caused would flood back to her.

"Did you know Lawrence's parents here were separated..." Lizzy asked across the table in Roger's direction. Roger shook his head. Maybe a little confused about why this information seemed to put Lizzy so on edge.

"Also... I hear you've become quite good friends with Tara Owens and that entire volleyball group of hers." She said. Pronouncing 'Volleyball group' with the disdain like it was something to be ashamed of.

Again Roger and Amber traded confused glances.

"First of all. My parents were separated, but my dad has gotten back together with my mom..." I said. Somewhat swallowing my words. As I knew very well what I was saying was untrue, but that the damage had been done "I also didn't know I had to clear all of my social interactions with you." I said defending myself.

Lizzy took another slice of pizza and dabbed the crust in the orange grease that had been pooling on her plate. I noted with a bit of disgust, comparing it perhaps unfairly to Mrs. Jone's highly regimented eating habits. Noting that the times I had been with Mrs. Jones, she consumed helpings of the perfectly measured out foods she needed for her diet. Again, a sign of her discipline and rigor as opposed to Lizzie's gluttony. I wanted to tell her that if she had been more disciplined in her eating habits, maybe she could get rid of a bit of her belly that she often complained about. But I kept my mouth shut deciding to fight one battle at a time.

"I am so confused..." Roger said sharing a bit of a concerned look with me, his roommate. And Amber who had been dragged into this domestic drama against their will while eating lunch.

"I guess Lawrence here has a stepmother who is some big buffed up championship weightlifter or something – " Lizzy said again hitting the words 'Buffed up' in a way that communicated clownishness and 'weightlifter' with the same disdain she had shown for 'volleyball player' just a few moments earlier.

"First... she's a bodybuilder and not a weightlifter... and again, I don't see why this is any of your business." I said now feeling the need to protect Mrs. Jones and come to her defense and also beginning to feel a rising bit of annoyance by being attacked by Lizzy.

"Oh... sorry... Bodybuilder. Didn't mean to attack your girlfriend." Lizzy said perhaps sensing the way to chose the right words to sting me.

"I'm so confused..." Amber said.

"I just think it's odd that Lawrence disappears for the last two weekend and gets all shady and then when we talked about families, and I said my parents were divorced... you never said anything about your family being separated."

Even though I was feeling very attacked, I could empathize with Lizzy. She felt betrayed and betrayed by the trust in our relationship. I had maybe been a bit shady as the desire to spend more and more time with Mrs J and the headspace that Mrs. J had taken up, be into seeing her in the flesh or spending time talking with her online and glancing at the numerous galleries and pix she had posted documenting her getting ready for the upcoming contents.

"Lawrence here showed up to the history department meet up with his stepmom. A real honest to god, buffed up female bodybuilder." Lizzy continued, as she told bodybuilder she even did the exaggerated sort of puffed up chest thing that people do to indicated a muscle head. The odd thing is, the hate Lizzy was sending in Mrs. Jones way only kind of made me turned on by her even more. The sheer fact that Mrs. Jones physicality threatened my girlfriend so much, and she didn't even need to be here just spoke of how truly spectacular what Jinni had been able to achieve with her physique.

"Do you have pictures..." Roger said in a way that indicated that he too was getting slightly odded out by the fact that his roommate of a few months maybe hadn't been completely honest with him about his home life.

"Come on pictures," Lizzy said now, knowing full well that she could drag this out in a way to embarrass me and get back from not being honest with her about my whereabouts the last few weeks.

"I don't... " I stammered out, kind of wanting the entire thing to be other with.

"You don't have pictures of your stepmom?" Lizzy asked, communicating that she was doubtful.

"Like I said, my dad remarried for a brief period. Then got back together with my mom."

"So what's this 'Bodybuilder's' name? Let's take a look at her. There's got to have pictures online. After all, I heard she made quite an impression."

"Jinni—" I began to stammer out, but then realized that Jinni had changed her name after her divorce "Jennifer Halifax." I finally said, a bit of anxiety creeping into my stomach as far as what was going to happen next. I had already come to terms with how Lizzy was acting, but a part of me felt protective of Mrs. Jones and didn't feel it was fair or right that she was being dragged in such a way without her being here to defend herself.

At the same time, both Roger and Amber looked nervous as well at the way Lizzie was behaving herself.

"Let's see Jennifer... Halifax... female... bodybuilder..." Lizzie said typing into her phone. Even just hear Lizzy say the words 'female bodybuilder' was giving me a slight turn on.

I sat, waiting a second nervously as Lizzie looked at her phone and then –

"Oh... oh.... BLEEACH!!' She finally said looking down at her phone and making the noise of someone pretending to throw up and pretending to cover her mouth.

"Oh barf..." she said again and pretending to cover her mouth as she pulled up the image.

"Let me see..." Asked Roger now becoming more interested. Lizzy passed him the phone, and Roger's reaction of disgust flittered briefly under his face.

"Oh no..." He said less with meanness and more with general concern.

The image she had found had been one that had recently been posted on Jinni's IG page. The shot was a promo for 'Pro-Ex's new line of pre-workout supplements called 'X-Treme-X' and the photo definitely fell in line with the name of the product. The shot depicted Mrs. Jones in full buffed up to the max mode mid bicep curl. Despite the fact that the photo was taken in the gym Mrs. J was sporting a criminally tiny pair of bikini bottoms and a top emblazoned with the 'Pro-Ex' logo that had been stylishly distressed to make it look like Jinni's bulging muscles had torn through the neck. Mrs. J was posing mid-curl, and everything in the photo, including the lighting, the camera angle and a thin layer of oil and sweat had been choreographed to make the set up look as extreme as possible. Mrs. J teeth were gritted as she cranked the bar which had two huge 45 lb plates on each side. The sheer weight caused every fiber in her arms and even up to her shoulders to flex prominently, and veins crisscrossed her exposed pecs and flared up under her neck as she gritted her teeth communicating her strength and power. The bottom of the photo ended right around her upper thighs which allowed for her bulletproof hard flexed 8-pack and the top points of thickly muscled upper thigh and the bulging curve of one of her glutes to be visible.

The photo was a secret favorite of mine, maybe an example of muscle pushed too far. It was definitely extreme, but I felt Lizzy was a bit too mean.

Amber leaned over and looked over at the photo as well. She seemed to take a moment to take it in.

"Pretty gross right?" Lizzy said taking a moment to snatch the phone away and find another photo. This one was of Mrs. J in a bikini, slightly less extreme but still striking in her display of muscularity.

Lizzy passed the phone back over to Roger and Amber who both looked at it.

"Err..." Roger, I think his face communicating some disgust but not wanting to mean about a person he believed was one of my family members –

"That's fucking gross right?" Lizzy said again loudly, I feel like trying to promote a reaction.

"That's pretty hardcore," Roger said I think trying to find the most politically correct thing to say.

"Gross, right Amber? This woman obviously has mental problems." Lizzy asked the only other person at the table.

Amber took another look at the photo, seeming to take a bit more time to look at it then Roger did.

"I don't know... for me... It's not my cup of tea. And I wouldn't want to ever look like that myself, but I think we now celebrate all different types of women and different types of bodies... if she choses to look like that and it makes her happy, then we should support it."

"She looks like a freak..." Lizzy said back.

Amber shrugged as if again taking this into consideration "Again, it's not my cup of tea, but I think there are different ways women can be beautiful. And I definitely respect the work she had to put in to look like this. I – don't like it, but jeez that must have taken years of training."

I was a bit surprised by Amber's remarks especially coming from someone like her who didn't really seem to do much exercise besides gaming with Roger, I felt her comments were surprisingly progressive, but it only looked to egg Lizzy on.

"Blah-ha!" She said letting out an exaggerated laugh. "Look at her in a dress. Its kind of funny" Lizzy said and flipped around her phone. She had found a photo of Mrs. Jones at some kind of award banquet, and she was wearing an evening gown, which did look slightly out of place. Her huge capped muscled shoulders and veiny arms were clearly evident under the elegant dress.

"Okay... We get it." I said finally. But Lizzy was on a tear.

"You realize this woman is taking massive amounts of steroids, right Lawrence?" She said again and this time flipped between two photos of Jinni from a recent contest, looking freakishly large as she held a lat spread on stage.

It was the first time in a while I had heard the 'S-word' said in conjunction with Mrs. Jones. Of course, back in Hawthorne, there were whisperings about it, and I'm sure my mom and some of the other women in town had said such things, and I saw what people had said as well in the comments section when Jinni posted photos. I had perhaps chosen to ignore them, but I couldn't remaining being that naive. Still, I had been up close with Mrs. J, and despite maybe some light acne around her jawline, I could see none of the normal side effects one associated with steroid use. Her skin was nearly crystal clear and her voice, slightly throaty, but more in the way an older mature women's would be and nothing out of the ordinary. Yet I knew the world of competitive bodybuilding somewhat, and I knew that even the girls at local shows were taking something and that for Mrs. Jones to compete at the level she did involve heavy drug use. And not only that to hold the size she did well into her 40s would have been unachievable naturally, but still, it registered as a shock to have Lizzy come out and say it in such a way.

"You know this woman is like a drug addict right?" Lizzy said again with a level of bitterness I was surprised by. But at the same time having her call Mrs. J out on her apparent use of steroids again weirdly left me feeling turned on.

"You don't know her. She's a very nice person." I said trying my best to get the subject settled. I think I had known that things with Lizzy were done at this point, there was no future for us. What would she do? If she ever met my parents, she would quickly found out I had lied about the entire situation. Perhaps that's why I had done this the whole time. To destruct this relationship.

"Was she popping needles when she was your step mommy?" Lizzy retorted. "I bet a spanking from her old muscles really packed a wallop." She said again.

"Okay, that's enough" Roger finally said. I think both him and Amber were feeling bad for me and realizing Lizzy had crossed a line.

"You know this is a person in my life who I really enjoy..." I finally said, finding a well of strength inside of me that I wasn't sure I knew existed. "Whatever she is doing with herself is her own business." I finally said.

I could see both Roger and Amber give me a look that said they were proud I had stood up for myself. And I was proud too. I wanted to tell Mrs. Jones that I had stood up and defended her good name in her absence. But at the same time thinking about the hurt that may come if she knew she was being made fun of in such a way.

"Fine... whatever...." Lizzy finally said snapping her phone shut. "I'm going to get some grub... want to join." She said to me as if nothing had happened.

I declined and told her I had work to do.

"Suit yourself," She said and headed off to the food court.

I quickly excused myself and went back to the dorm. I was pissed and tried to get some of the work I needed to get done, done so I could have everything cleared before I went to help Jinni at the show that weekend.

I was a little bit into an English essay I needed to complete when I heard a knock on the door.

"I'm so sorry..." It was Lizzy. I popped the door open, and her nose was wet from snot and her eyes red from crying.

"I'm sorry Lawrence... I didn't mean to make fun of your family member. I just was hurt when I thought you were lying to me." She said crying and collapsing into my arms. Gone was the anger and bitterness that was so prevalent at lunch. It was replaced by a kind of helplessness, and I genuinely felt terrible as Lizzy continued to blubber in my arms.

"I was—that was so rude. You are right. I shouldn't have made fun of that woman" she said as she continued to cry. Despite my feelings, I patted her on the back comforting here. It's okay.

"I just – I just like you is all," Lizzy said looking up at me with tears in her eyes.

Before we knew it, Lizzy leaned in and kissed me. I tried to fight her off, but I felt bad and returned it. Before I knew it, we had tumbled down onto my bed.

"Yes... Yes... " Lizzy cried out as she climbed on top of me, I couldn't help noticing she was intense and emotional and also highly aggressive. I was frustrated and still highly annoyed about the unfair way she had talked about Mrs. Jones at lunch and quickly flipped her over and climbed on top.

"Oh my god yes!!" Lizzy cried out seemingly getting more and more turned the rougher I got. I grabbed my hand and placed it around her neck, squeezing, which seemed to drive her crazy and she fumbled for her pants button and quickly slide them down her hips. She grabbed at my belt, and I promptly popped it open. I'm not sure I was turned on, I was operating more on anger and resentment only Lizzy seemed to be completely into it.

She grabbed my dick out of my pants which was only even hard and begin to massage it with her hands. I honestly wasn't turned on but knew I couldn't turn her away like this and went along more out of moment and passion.

Only something sparked to life inside of me. "Fine!" I said and flipped Lizzy over on her stomach and forced her head down. I quickly grabbed my dick and began stroking in and closed my eyes... Seeing in my mind's eye Lizzy's thin boney back quickly transform into Mrs. Jones massive bulging one. Lizzy's weak lats quickly become Mrs. J's massive bulging lastissimus dorsi and her small, bird-like shoulders transformed under my hands in Jinni's thick cannonball sized delts.

"You like that Lawrence..." I heard Mrs. Jones throaty cue float into my ear.

"I do... I do..." I said to myself continuing to imagine myself pumping at Mrs. J's massively muscular physique until I collapsed, spent, onto the bed and slept.

[QBikk]

 I was wondering when it would happen... here we go! Now that the cat is out of the bag, let's see how it develops. With four women looking after him....

[009eli]

Working on the next chapter now. It may be a bit long so Ill need to break it up when its released.... bu I have some exciting news, there's a scene where Mrs J is wearing a sexy outifit... and guess what... I want readers to chose the outfit. So I'm posting a poll.