The Muscular Mrs. Jones: The College Years

[mrshhh]

Love the poll idea!  I like all the choices, but I wanted to suggest "construction worker" as well.   

[mrshhh]

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[009eli]

Love the poll idea!  I like all the choices, but I wanted to suggest "construction worker" as well.

I love it! Its is such  Mr. Shhh type outfit (and I mean that in the best way possible!) Let me see how the poll goes but maybe I can try to get something like that in in a future chapter!

[QBikk]

If she truly wants to seduce him, then she should wear a sexy robe, underwear and not pretend to flirt...

[009eli]

If she truly wants to seduce him, then she should wear a sexy robe, underwear and not pretend to flirt...

Hmmm... So QB you just want her to come out and straight up seduce him?

[QBikk]

If she truly wants to seduce him, then she should wear a sexy robe, underwear and not pretend to flirt...

Hmmm... So QB you just want her to come out and straight up seduce him?

If it's what intend to, yes. If not, no... I'm speaking only about the outfit if there's an intent, direction from your side. I don't want to influence your story.

[taoschild]

I enjoyed the new section a ton. I think its more important how she seduces him rather than what she is wearing. If its accidental then maybe a robe would be better. If its purposeful then something to teach Lawrence how she wants him to become.  Great Job. I look forward to the next installment.

[009eli]

I enjoyed the new section a ton. I think its more important how she seduces him rather than what she is wearing. If its accidental then maybe a robe would be better. If its purposeful then something to teach Lawrence how she wants him to become.  Great Job. I look forward to the next installment.

Thanks! Glad you liked it. Know there wasnt a ton of muscle of action but hoping that the next chapter makes up for it.

[Jimthehunter54]

For the other category I was going to throw the idea of a teacher out there.

[009eli]

For the other category I was going to throw the idea of a teacher out there.

Thats a good one I haven't thought of! Ill keep it under consideration and could maybe use it in a future chapter.

[009eli]

Hey! Thanks to everyone  for participating in the poll and I will try to incorporate as much of everyone's feedback as I can in the upcoming chapters.

When I started the chapter I had a basic idea but it quickly began to spin out into a longer and longer length and very soon has become the longest thing I've written. So I'm proofing it as I go and posting as I finish each chunk which should maybe be 4 or 5 pieces when its all finished. Ill try to post them as I go so check back here to as I update it!

Please remember – comments, feedback, karma all welcome! Let me know how you think the story is going and I feel like it's also important at this juncture to mention *all characters in this story are over 18yrs of age.

Muscular Mrs. Jones The College Years Chapter 4 Part 1

The next few days until the contest flew by. I guess I had bought myself a little bit of time with Lizzy, as our make out session seemed to in some ways take care of her. And I noticed after our rough, aggressive sex she was positively docile and lovely to me in any interaction I had with her over the phone.

But still, all that paled in comparison to knowing that on Saturday I was about to see Mrs. Jones again. And not just see her; see her in her element, compete in a real honest to god bodybuilding competition.

Figuring I was just going to be away for the day and come back that evening since the show ended around 8 and my duties would be done by then, I decided on not telling my roomie or Lizzy my whereabouts and slipped out Saturday morning. I threw a few things in my backpack including my phone, some studying I needed to get done and my Pro-Ex shirt since Mrs. J had told me I should present myself as a rep for the company, and headed out.

Driving out to the convention center where the event was taking place I was giddy with excitement and any time traffic backed up or slowed I noticed myself getting aggressive and frustrated as I just wanted to be at the show with no delay. I honestly, besides seeing Mrs. J again, couldn't believe what I was getting to do. I was going to a bodybuilding show, as a guest of one of the competitors. I hadn't really worked out what my duties would be, texts between Jinni and I had been somewhat sporadic with her being busy in prep mode and travel for the few days leading up to the show and apologizing for being flaky as a symptom of her 'Contest prep' brain.

I pulled up to the parking lot and went to park at the convention hall. Just being a college student I had to park in general parking which was 8 bucks! I dreamed of someday maybe parking in VIP parking at an exorbitant to me at the time $20 bucks. My mind began to race as it danced with images of me pulling up in a sick sports car with Mrs. Jones as my escort, her hopping out and everyone's jaws hitting the floor as they took in her well-muscled body clad in a tiny miniskirt, and me somehow having a well of income deep enough to afford the expensive parking. But alas... that day it was not to be.

I quickly slid off my t-shirt and put on the Pro-Ex one I had brought, as I wanted to seem like I was part of the event while walking in. I briefly took a glance at my upper body in the mirror as I did so. I had been hitting the weight room hard in preparation for today hoping I could walk into the hall with a bulging chest and those huge veiny arms I had seen on the biggest guys at the convention when I attended. Although I could see some slight changes in my chest, which seemed a tad more developed, my arms still looked like pipe cleaners. I sighed frustrated that my long, lean body type, while ideal for endurance sports like soccer, never seemed to display any prominent muscle no matter how much I trained.

I quickly exited the parking structure and began to follow the throngs of people heading towards the convention center for the show. I noticed soon that the crowd for the event did not seem to share the same problem with gaining muscle as I did. The guys (and the group was mostly guys) were all a bit shorter than me, but what they lacked in height they made up in dense muscle that was stacked in their bulging arms and back. 

Entering the lobby I could get more of a sense of these same people. My eyes were darting all over the place and were tantalized by the well-developed physiques on display there.

I grabbed my phone and quickly texted Jinni that I had arrived as that was what she had asked me to do, and I wasn't entirely sure what the game plan for the day was when she had asked me to help her to help out.

'Down in the libby...' I texted her. Already embarrassed that I made a stupid mistake.

The telltale sign of the '...' Dots appeared on my phone indicating that someone was typing. Then quickly disappeared. Then stopped and then reappeared again followed by –

JINNI: Cool. Lori will be down in just a sec to get you ☺

I waited for a moment. I had guessed that Lori was Jinni's friend, Lori Summers whom, despite not being anything of a bodybuilder herself (or really much looking like she did any serious working out) was Jinni's best friend for years and was often mentioned in Jinni's IG posts as helping her out at her various shows.

Within a moment I heard the ding of the elevator doors open, and Lori exited. I had seen a few photos of her on Jinni's IG. Snaps Jinni in a bikini post-show hugging her, with Jinni's body looking virtually otherworldly, while Lori, fully dressed had that appearance of a regular mom. Although very cute and perky and with a flowy blonde ponytail which cutely hung off her head swinging from side to side whenever she displayed excitement.

"Lawrence..." Lori yelled getting off the elevator and walking over to me. I could see she was wearing a pair of casual blue pants and a loose fitting shirt. She definitely did not fit into the hardcore bodybuilding crowd much like me, along with my stringy physique, we must have looked like oddballs amongst the hyper built crowd that circulated the lobby before the show. People passed, taking a glance at us, and then moved along to get a gander at the more prominent, buffer people in attendance.

Lori bounded over to me. Her white Ked sneakers bouncing along the floor excitedly as her ponytail bobbed on her head as she gave me a big welcoming hug.

"Jinni said oh... go find Lawrence he'll be the handsome young man in the lobby! And I was like that must have been him!" Lori said peppily and then led me over to the elevator.

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Lori was talking to me about the plan for the show as we exited the elevator on to one of the hotel's top floors. I could tell that despite her calm demeanor, Lori was undoubtedly feeling the stress of helping Jinni out that day. "I am glad you are here, Jinni was so excited that you were coming. And you are friends with Sebastian?"

I nodded. Somewhat omitting that although I had initially met Mrs. Jones through my friendship with Sebastian back those years before, that mine and Mrs. Jones' friendship had, in the past few months morphed into something else. And that I honestly hadn't talked to Sebastian at all in the last few years. I decided to omit it as Mrs. Jones had apparently already told Lori something about our friendship.

"Anyways I understand this is your first bodybuilding show! A pretty big one to start with I'd say! The NPC Nationals! Whelp, I've helped Jinni with her past 6, so I know the ropes. Although I don't necessarily understand why she does this to herself..." Lori continued to yammer as she made her way down the halls of the hotel and I hustled to keep up.  "Anyway, I love Jinni like she's my sister and I just will do anything for her so if it makes her happy, well then... but don't get me wrong some of these bodybuilder folks are some oddballs! "

And with that Lori dug the card key out of her purse and opened up the door to the hotel room.

And what a hotel room! I soon entered and saw what was to be my first 'hotel suite' I had ever actually experienced in my life. Although the hotel was a Marriott and a chain hotel, it appeared as if in true, nothing but the best for herself 'Mrs. Jones style,' she had gotten one of the top floor suites and I gazed in wonder as I walked in first through the black marble entryway whose mirrors bounced off each other and exited out onto the central area of the suite, a large open area whose sweeping windows looked out onto the convention center across the way.

The room wasn't huge, but it was obviously nice and expensively decorated, and it took me a few moments to situate myself.

My head was no doubt craning for my first glimpse of Mrs. Jones...

But the first person I saw was an overweight gentleman in a blue t-shirt and Orlando Magic hat who was eating sour cream and onion chips out of a bag, occasionally taking a moment to lick his fingers clean of the dust.

"This is Bob, my husband..." Lori said waving to Bob.

"Yo, what's up?" Bob said barely looking up from his chips and quickly went back to watching a Tampa Bay Bucks game on the phone in front of him.

"Okay don't mind Bob. He is so rude..." Lori said and gave Bob a dismissive shrug.

As I continued to walk into the room I could hear a thick, gruff German accent:

"Okay no. You listen to me. She may have you beat somewhat on symmetry, okay, but you have her beat on back. I think for you, the top seven is very good.  Maybe even top five..."

The thick voice was coming from the lowered couch area, and as I walked in I could see Uri Kingman, Jinni's incredibly thickly muscled personal trainer on the couch talking loudly, and I entered –

"Oh, there he is!!" And it was then that I heard that voice. That silky soft coo of Mrs. Jones.

As I came around the couch area... I saw she was laying on her back on one of the couches. A baggy sweatshirt with the Pro-Ex logo covered her upper body. But the lower part of her legs was visible and was propped up on a cushion on the end of the couch. I would later learn that was to allow the blood to flow out of them to show the maximum amount of detail later that night at the show.

Although she was all but covered up and obscured by the sweatshirt, I could see just by her exposed calves and lower body, that she was tanned a deep dark brown. And, judging only by the muscles that were exposed on the lower part of her legs, Mrs. Jones was cut and conditioned in a way I don't think I had ever seen her. With nearly every small detail of her muscle fibers fluttering under her skin as she shifted to the side to see me as I walked in.

"No-Jinni-fer. Jinni-fer. You stay. Okay? You don't move..." Uri barked as she somewhat rolled over to the side to greet me.

"I'd stand and greet you Lawrence, but I'm afraid Uri here my dock me some carbs," Jinni said joking, and I saw a warm smile cross her face.

Uri looked at me crossly as I came around to get a closer look at Jinni, who looked a bit tired lying there on the couch, and I could understand why often bodybuilders would talk about just how much it took for them to get ready for a contest.

Maybe I compared her somewhat unfairly to Mrs. Jones, but I took a brief glance back at Lori who was prepping a bag full of stuff we'd need later on for the show. I knew they were both contemporaries but where Mrs. Jones' face was lean and defined in her jaw with raised cheekbones and piercing eyes, Lori's face while still pretty, was softer and slightly doughy with a sort of faded complexion which stood in contrast to Jinni's skin which seemed to be so bright and healthy as to look almost translucent.

I pulled up a chair and sat down amidst the group and briefly Mrs. J asked me about getting over and parking and how the ride had been – but quickly Uri got a beep on his Apple watch.

"Okay need to check on the competitor before the show so... let's go, go, go Jinni-fer." Uri clucked in his thick accent. "Off, off, off... " He said. "Show us what you got."

Show us what you got? I don't think a phrase has ever thrilled me so much as I watched Mrs. J shift somewhat on the couch. Prop herself up, and then, the lower part of her legs flexing and popping under her baggy sweatshirt make her way over to the center of the lowered living room part of the room.

"Okay... Here goes..." Said Jinni. A bit of mock dread playing in her voice as she knew she was about to be inspected in close detail by a room full of people.

[009eli]

(CONTD.)

Jinni took her place in the center of the room and then slowly brought her pretty manicured hands down to the lower hem of her sweatshirt, which had fallen mid-thigh. And then, slowly began to peel the sweatshirt up. Exposing first the lush, bulged meat of her thickly muscled quads and then up over her crisp abs... and finally managed, with a bit of difficulty to pull the sweatshirt up off over her head exposing her buffed, built upper chest, traps and rest of her upper body.

Mrs. Jones stood then for a moment, shifting slightly on both feet which caused both her bulging thighs to dance and bunch with muscle as she did so.  For a split second, the muscle mass on her legs could almost appear to the untrained eye as being fat except for the slow, subtle shifts which would instantaneously cause them to tighten and contract to showcase the crisscrossing conditioning and striations sitting under her thin layer of body fat.

It was almost off-putting to stare at Mrs. Jones' body. It looked, to me, physically perfect. Her small joints. The large flowing muscles of her rounded shoulders, broad back and how they fit into her smallish waist and on down to the sweeping curve of her glutes, quads, hamstrings and the other muscles that made up her lower body. It was at times nearly painful to behold. And too me, now, it was there standing so close to me, I had to fight the urge to reach out and touch it. Like testing to see if something so perfect could actually exist. I wanted to greedily experience it. To consume it in some way. But I managed to fight off the temptation, and my hand stayed at my side shaking a bit.

I also don't think I had quite been ready to see... Just.... How.... Big... And developed Mrs. J had become in the years since she wore that bikini on Hawthorne Beach. Mrs. J had seemed immense when I was younger, but what I didn't really fathom was at that time she had been a top-ranked amateur, but just how much more prominent in size a nationally ranked pro-competitor was. Which is what she was now. And there, standing in the middle of the room in just a small pair of athletic fitted Under Armour underwear and a white sports bra that was struggling to contain the spillover from her bulging lats, everything now seemed bigger, thicker, more densely developed. As if she had taken that already incredibly buff and symmetrical body and poured another layer of hulking muscle mass over it.

As Jinni finished peeling off her top revealing herself, I could feel a bit of breath go out of the room from between me, Uri and Lori at the stupendousness of Mrs. Jones development. It was as if all of us in unison had gasped, silently inhaling our breath. Of course all of us except for Bob who barely looked up at the near-naked muscle woman in front of him and continued to eat away at the bag of chips occasionally crinkling it and sucking his fingers.

"Jeezus Bob, do you mind?" Lori yelled out across the room.

"What?" Bob yelled back only taking a cursory glance over in Mrs. Jones' rippling direction.

"It's fine Lori... Don't worry about it..." Jinni said casually and gave a dismissive wave of her hand.

"Okay side tri, now," Uri grunted as Jinni slowly dropped her arms and shook out her back causing the bulging intertwined muscles to shake and unclench as she relaxed them. She then, and with great care pivoted to the side and drove her right toes deep into the hotel room carpet and, pushing down on her toe began to tense from her bent foot causing first her calve to flex then her hamstrings to pop away inches from her body and finally up until she grabbed her wrist with her right hand and forced her flexed arm hard against the side of her body causing her tricep to pop and bulge both from the developed muscle as well as the pressure of holding it clenched against the side of her body. She turned slightly and exhaled her breath bringing the flex into its final form and, smiled widely as she turned to showcase the muscle to the rest of the room.

I couldn't help notice how thick and wide her tricep was and how its horseshoe-shaped development danced with thin muscle fibers under its surface. Same with Mrs. Jones hard flexed abs which continued to clench and unclench bared, visible in her small underwear as she continued to hold the flex, a minimal amount of strain apparent on her face as she smiled showing off her bright white teeth.

I knew from what little I had picked up reading bodybuilding forums online that posing was something of an under-appreciated art form, often taking more strain on the body to hold these poses for prolonged periods than actual training, and here was Mrs. J holding them all while maintaining a broad, welcoming smile.

She finally dropped her pose. Shook her arms out and smiling turned her gaze to the rest of the room, all of us who looked at her in quiet admiration. She seemed to offer up a shy smile as if to say that displaying a body that gloriously developed was 'No big deal,' Still, we all looked at her with a bit of slack-jawed awe.

All of us of course except for Bob who continued to eat away at his chips, crunching away loudly.

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After Uri had departed to see another client of his who was competing in the day we all headed downstairs as the show was just an hour or so away.

We exited the elevator into the lobby area, and Lori and Bob walked a few steps up ahead of us. Bob had his head down looking at his phone, but I noticed every few moments Lori would watch over her shoulder at Mrs. Jones and me walking a few steps behind just to check and make sure we were okay. And I too couldn't help but notice that we had paired off in a way as if to break into couples; Lori and Bob up ahead and me and Mrs. Jones following up the rear.

"How is school? They give you any big assignments you need to do this weekend?" Mrs. J asked turning to give her attention to me.

"Nothing really that big a deal. I did some yesterday." I said and was somewhat amazed that moments before she was about to step on stage on one of the biggest contests of her life, Mrs. Jones' main concern was about me.

"Good. This is fun, but it shouldn't take you away from your schoolwork." Jinni said with genuine concern.

"Damnit! " I yelled snapping my fingers. "Professor Jefferies gave me a book of poetry he wanted me to give you. I forgot it in my car..."

"Oh... that's sweet." Jinni said as we came to a stop outside of an area with a large sign marked Pro-Tan up above and clouds of brownish liquid smoke spilling from it.

"Name?" Asked the women with the clipboard.

"Jennifer Halifax." Mrs. Jones said as the women scanned her clipboard and checked off her name.

"Oh and no men in the tanning area while the ladies are in there." Said the clipboard girl.

"Okay. Got it." Jinni said and turned to me. "You'll have to hang back and then Lori will come and get you for the show."

I nodded I got it.

And then Mrs. Jones said cheerily. "Time to get my tan on..." And then was quickly rushed in through the double doors.

I found a small area along the side of the lobby and pulled out one of my books to try and get some work done, but with the parade of near constant muscle babes, it was hard to concentrate on anything.

My heart nearly skipped a beat as a Russian figure competitor I followed on-line named Valentina Mishina walked past me. She was wearing a tight shirt, and her lower body was covered in a pair of black stretch leggings which bulged with every step of her of well muscled thighs. I smiled at her as she walked past and she gave me a cute smile and wave and then headed off over to a group consisting of huge men with shaved heads, the smallest of whom looked like he could pick up a house.

Each time I looked down at my book, some glorious piece of tanned, muscled she beef would trot past me and I'd quickly lose my train of thought. And quickly just relegated myself to scanning the lobby of the hotel which pretty much most guys and girls seemed to be doing waiting for the next freak of nature by the guy or girl showing off their outlandishly developed body.

What seemed like only a short time later Lori rushed back.

"Okay. Showtime for us Lawrence." She quickly dug into her bag and dug out a laminated pass with a lanyard tied around her neck.

I looked at it a bit confused but I didn't even have time to ask --

"Okay. Follow me. Next stop, pump up room." She said and then headed off so fast I literally nearly spilled my books running to catch up with her...

Pump up room!?!

[QBikk]

Wow, thanks, it gets better!!

[009eli]

Chapter 4 Part 2 - 'The Pump Up Room'

It was first the warmth the hit me as we headed backstage. Then the noise of the blasting music of the convention hall stereo system could be heard coming from the front of the house, but it, along with the sound of the crowd taking their seats was slightly muffled in the backstage area.

That didn't mean it was calm. As I followed Lori, who seemed to know exactly what she was doing, to the backstage area I was hit with more busyness and commotion. Employees of the show hustled around with headsets on. As did various trainers, spouses, and helpers for the competitors that day.

Jinni had headed into the backstage 'pump up room' a little earlier to get started and changed into her suit.

Taking in the women of the show. Their bodies were all such transgressions from the norms of what was considered the ideal female form, but a the same time I couldn't help but find them all so highly attractive in different ways. As they strode around the room, clad only in these tiny and sparkly bikinis, their radiance and confidence in their own physical forms were nearly overpowering.

As I acclimated a bit to the surroundings, I was able to take in a little more and begin to separate the competitors out, many of whom I had recognize from looking at their photos online, but some were brand new to me. It was interesting to see them now in person, two things became apparent; the first was how much larger they were in real life. The photos had the effect of flattening them, of diminishing the 3-D quality of the muscle, and the other was how facially attractive most were. In photos sometimes the women could appear drawn or overly masculine, perhaps from their diets, or maybe from the drug use, but seeing them in real life and all made-up, most were facially very attractive.

Margie M. Martin, a huge African American woman and one of the major competitors strode by me clad only in a her yellow bikini and as she passed I gaped at the size of her back and upper body, which momentarily blocked my view of the rest of the room as she stood there in front of me. This gave me a brief moment to try and calculate just how big she was and I could easily estimate her back at being twice as wide as mine!

Lori quickly called me over to where Jinni and her had set down their stuff.

"So we do a quick pump up and then oil?" Lori asked setting down the bag and grabbing a set of clear plastic gloves from out of Jinni's Pro-Ex insignia backpack.

Jinni nodded and turned to grab a few weights off the weight rack in front of us that had been set up in front of the room for the competitors to pump up before the show. I quickly did the math again and compared Jinni's back that was to me now to Margie's who had just passed a few moments before. It was an interesting exercise. Both the same muscle group, but with Margie having a few inches on Jinni I could begin to see subtle differences. Margie's muscles where a bit longer and more stretched, giving her a somewhat taller appearance. While Jinni's appeared amazingly thick as if the tissue had been deeply layered on itself. The impression was somewhat surprising and just seemed to give Jinni an even more powerful overall look,  and I gasped slightly as Jinni picked up a set of dumbbells and began to pump small contractions with her shoulders and her triceps in an effort both to warm up and get the blood flowing to her muscles.

I stood behind her taking this in and watched her face in the mirror reflecting the room in front of the weight rack. I could see Jinni's soft blue eyes begin to harden a bit as she stared at her image as she continued to pump away, the small five pound weights looking somewhat ludicrous in comparison to her large pumped arms. As I watched her watch herself in the mirror, I was taken with her intensity, I could see her just focusing on herself and I was taken back to that morning back in Hawthorne when I walked in on her basement workout and was frightened and brought back by her intensity as she repped out rep after rep of bicep curls.

I wondered what that looked like for her? To look at her body like this? After all, I had seen pictures of how Jinni looked before she started training. She looked like everyone else but now... she looked like a superhero. Did she notice the difference? Notice the changes? Thrill in her own physical supremacy? Or did it come so slowly for her (over the 12 or so years of training) that she didn't notice the extraordinariness of her own body?

Jinni put the weights down, then stepped away for a moment and cranked her arm out flexing the tricep and bringing it into a sharp flex. She looked at herself in the mirror and then slowly brought her arm down to her side in a hard side tri pose, turning and twisting and allowing the bright overhead light to catch the subtle details of the muscle. I could see her, her lips were pursed, looking over her body critically as an artists would examine the sculpture they had created and then – just like that – she released the pose and bounced slightly on the balls of her toes – and adjusted the glittering top of her posing suit which had slid to the side just a bit, threatening to expose the bottom portion of her pec muscle and nipple – and then turned to me, a bright smile once again on her face. It was like the mask of pure concentration had fallen away and she was back to being Jinni again. I smiled at her warmly, and she smiled back as if to say, 'Did you like what you saw?'

But the moment was broken as Lori hustled back and presented me with a pair of gloves.

"Wha—what are these for?" I asked.

"The oil," she said, and I felt like she was too busy to ask me what a dumb question that was.

I quickly stared down at the gloves that I had begun to pull on my hands and the small bottle of oil Lori had just taken out of the bag. I started to do the math.

"Everything okay Larr?" Mrs. J asked as she trotted past me and over to the small area that Lori had cleared out for our stuff amongst the other competitors bags and personal items.

"Yes... yeah...." I said as I finished pulling on the gloves. Any further protesting would be useless as by that point Lori had popped the top of the oil bottle and began to rub it between her gloved hands and over the tops of Mrs. J's feet.

"Just put a little dollop of the oil on your hands. Rub it like this—" Lori said demonstrating, giving the drop of oil in the middle of her plastic gloves a quick rub, "And then start applying it." She continued.

"Oh and... a light coat. Brush, then rub..." Lori added, demonstrating as she moved up Jinni's feet, to her small ankles and then continued to brush the oil along the area where Jinni's bulging calves tied into the thin portion of her lower legs. I noticed with some amazement that Lori, on her hands and knees in front of the muscle woman, was working hard, rubbing the oil into the muscle, which she would press on as she dabbed each coat and the bulging outer ridges of Mrs. J's calves, which stood off her body would somewhat contract under the tension, then just as quickly flex back to their full size. It was like they had a mind of their own. A pride that said we will not be contained by anybody.

The entire sight and experience were beginning to get too much for me.

"Yup... a light coat, Lawrence. I'm not a Thanksgiving turkey." Jinni joked and then gave me a trademark Mrs. Jones wink before unfurling her arms up and out to the side in a cross-like pose that caused her already capped and bulged shoulders, to flex up, even more, brushing against her bikini strap.

My hands trembled slightly as I took the small bottle of oil and put a drop in my gloves and rubbed it together. The anticipation of touching Jinni's exposed, bulging muscle, was beginning to overwhelm me. Not only was I feeling light-headed, but the entire experience of being around all these highly physically realized women was starting to shift to my manhood. I had, had a bit of a chub all day ever since walking into the convention center that morning, but right now my balls felt like they were filled with concrete and I had to fight the urge not to run off an relieve myself.

"You okay – " Lori asked, some genuine concern on her face as I'm not even sure how I looked.

I nodded that I was and then slowly begin to rub the oil into Jinni's muscular body.

Both women shared a quick covert smile, which I was trying to parse, and placed somewhere between 'cute' and 'should we be worried about him.'

And for a moment my fingers flitted over her bulging shoulders. Feeling their immense hardness and roundness. As the oil smoothed between the warmth coming from my fingers under my gloves and the taughtness of Mrs. J's warmed muscled skin. My fingers traced finding the groove between the front head of her deltoid and the musclesd outer head that pushed up, off the body giving her shoulders that bulging look of a 3-dimensional superhero.

My finger continued to trace, and I fought the urge to poke and prod to test the strength of the muscle underneath knowing my job was merely to spread the thin coating of oil on the surface of the muscles, not to get caught groping. But still it was hard to resist, and within a few moments, my fingers found their way tracing up the area that connected Mrs. J's thick shoulders to her lower arms and came right along the outside of the curved outer part of the delt and felt something odd under my finger...

First, it felt a bit like a small zit, but Jinni's skin was nearly perfectly smooth with only a few light beauty marks along her neck and trapezius. This was something else, and I felt my fingers linger on it. A small bump, which I quickly, and with a bit of shame surmised as what I could guess as the injection point for Mrs. J's gear usage on her upper arm. I had a bit of knowledge from my time on the internet and knew that many people's preferred protocol was to inject right into the glute, but at times using the rounded muscle of the shoulder was also preferable to switch up the regular uptake of body-enhancing substances.

I traced around it while acting as if I was rubbing the oil, maybe staying a bit too long on this one particular area. Still, it fascinated me. And I couldn't help but think of the nozzle on a beach ball which one blows into to inflate or let air out of the balloon. That's what this was. A nozzle Mrs. J used to inflate, pump, pump, pumping up this body to its otherworldly proportions.

I must have stayed a bit too long because as I looked over, I could see Jinni shooting me a slight 'Do you mind...' look out of the corner of her eyes. In the way that women with an overly large set of breasts may give one a look that said 'My eyes are up here...' and I quickly broke off my rubbing of the small, interesting bump and continued to oil Mrs. J's muscles. Who seemed to forget about it and quickly returned to her warm smile.

I could now see the system was Lori to work her way from the base and me to work my way down, but with Jinni's back, traps and shoulders so developed I was finding the simple act of applying the oil was taking longer. And I couldn't believe that one person would have been able to do this.  I had seen videos of this type of thing online and on YouTube, but I noticed they would only show a brief clip of the girls being oiled, and now I could see why. The entire process was involving and after being at it for what felt like 20 or so minutes the ligaments in my hand were beginning to ache merely from the density and lack of pliability of Mrs. Jones'  muscles, especially her shoulders and upper back was such that it was literally making my hands sore.

'Girls! Twenty minutes! Twenty minutes until you are on stage!" One of the show employees with a headset barked in passing, and I watched her go. She too showed signs of buffness in her capped shoulders, and the entire aspect of being around these amazons was literally making my dick throb in a way I never thought possible.

"Lawrence, can you help me down here?" I heard Lori's voice call as I looked away from the buff headset girl who had made her way past and looked down at Lori who was still working away, diligently at Jinni's bulging quads. Her small hands traveling and gliding over the hard muscles that seemed, to shift, bulge and contract, each time Lori's hands drifted over them.

"Sweetie, help Lori get the back of my legs and lower body, please..." Jinni said kindly, flipping her hair out of her way and looking over one of her thick traps and offering me a kind of subtle smile that seemed to emanate as much from her smoky blue eyes as her pink lips.

"Uh... Yeah... sure..." I said slowly and hesitantly pulling my hands away from Mrs. Jones thick columns of her lower back.

I bent slowly and joined Lori, kneeling on the floor. Lori had been working hard on the front parts of Mrs. J's legs which left for me the back of her hamstrings and the tie-ins to her luscious bikini-clad glutes.

Hands shaking again. I covered my gloved hands with oil. I peered up for a moment and found Mrs. Jones looking down on me. From that crouched vantage point and looking up, I could see the towering and curved muscle of her upper body and her capped shoulders and bikini-clad over hanged of her bulged pecs somewhat obscured her, but I soon saw her face come into view and again, gave me another warm smile, as if to say it's okay, and I couldn't help but notice the light from above in the room, and the fluorescents bathed her from behind giving her an almost otherworldly glow of radiance.

I slowly took my hands and at first found the small-connected area of Mrs. J's lower knees. The back ligaments and ran my hands along them, feeling the power that came from even that body part, but soon, and within moments they had been well oiled, and I knew my hands had to travel up. And then gliding along the back, the warm oil pooling slightly and beginning to glide under my gloves my hands then began to move, as if with a mind of their own, up and around taking in the bulged overhang of where the hamstrings interconnected to the knee.

I wouldn't be surprised if I let out an audible 'moan' as my hands caressed Mrs. Jones' hamstrings. Standing caused her to put a stress on them, and through no fault of her own, the muscles stood out hard and flexed.  They felt, unlike anything I had ever felt on a human before. Hard as rocks and the thin layer of skin, which had been deprived of any fat by Jinni's long and arduous diet process glided smoothly over them, like silk sheets, along WITH a view of every muscle fiber underneath.

My hand continued to work it's way up, first hitting the base and then quickly finding the peak of the muscles which, bulged and pushed away a matter of inches from her body at a such a remarkable angle that each time she subtly shifted her weight it appeared it may at any moment brush against me – or my face – which was mere inches from the hyper-developed leg muscle.

"We good..." I heard Mrs. J say and then step a few feet away, pulling me out of my muscle induced reverie. The issue was that we were getting dangerously close to stage time. Mrs. J took a small step and slowly rubbed in a last dollop of oil that I had missed on her lower thigh and then slid her finger along the back bulge of her lower bikini. Slipping it in-between her bulging striated glute and the satin fabric and slowly pushing a bit of the material that had slid out of place.

I GULPED hard as I notice the glute, acquiesce every so slightly under Mrs. J's finger and long pink nail and then quickly flex back into its gravity-defying shape, pushing up high and hard off the back of her developed hamstrings.

"Final pump up..." Jinni said leading me over to her stuff where she pulled out a small towel.

"Are you nervous?" I asked her.

"Oh my god. I'm shaking." She said cupping her hand to the side of her mouth in style she used when she'd disclose small personal things to me.

"I'm nervous for you," I said. We were on the side and slightly out of earshot of the other competitors as well as Lori who gathered up the last of our stuff. It was close and intimate and felt quiet and safe.

"Lawrence, don't be nervous. This is supposed to be fun." Jinni said and cleared a bit of the hair that had fallen along the side of my face. And then she did the same, to a bang of hers that had dropped onto her cheek. The act was oddly bonding, and I felt an intense closeness to her at that moment that was hard to explain. A connection, like we weren't two people. We were one living organism tied together.

"Okay..." I finally said.

"And, here's the thing. If I don't do well.... Fuck it!" Jinni said loudly, and a few heads spun near us. She began to laugh at her own joke, and I started to laugh as well. It felt so good, like such a release and soon Lori joined us and probably looked at us a bit like, 'What are you two laughing about?' But that was Jinni's magic. Her aura was so intoxicating it left you feeling as if there was nobody outside of just her and you.

"Well we should go out there – they'll start lining you guys up soon," Lori said.

"Okay..." Jinni said and gave her bikini top one last tug.

"Go get em, girl," Lori said and held up both of her hands in a high five gesture which Jinni reciprocated and then turned to me and I did the same. We all laughed a bit, and we wished Jinni good look, and then I watched her join the line of competitors. Watching her amazing back disappear and head out towards the stage.

[Saxony Red Devil]

a big upload, one I am immensely thankful for! I love that part 2 was slowed down to one scene, it allowed for a lot of detail to be provided to us and helped paint how pumped and ready Jinni is. Simply bursting with excitement for the next instalment!

[009eli]

Hey Saxony I actually believe this only 1/3rd of the way through the chapter so far! so prepare for more which I'm hoping to post in the next day or so... It seems like every time I go back and try to edit and finish it up it gets longer and longer... anyway enjoy and thanks for the comment hopefully I can finish this off before the holidays!