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Chapter One: A Background

Hi, my name is Roger and I live quite the interesting life. I've done well for myself, currently I work as one of the lead marketers and salesmen for one of the largest pharmaceutical companies in the world. I do well for myself, but the large paycheck come with a price. I'm always on the road, but I enjoy the travel for the most part. The constant on the go has made relationships hard, but I'm still in my 20s so I figure I have some time to figure that part out. I also have a unique taste in women, which is why this story will become more and more strange and exciting as it goes along. You see I tend to be attracted to fit women, hell who am I kidding, I am obsessed with muscular women. The bigger the better. Don't get me wrong, there is a line, where the drugs have taken a few female bodybuilders over the edge in terms of masculinity, but for the most part, I can't get enough of the huge, hulking, steroided out women who have pushed their bodies to the limits. Obviously those women are hard to find in everyday life, much less establish a relationship with. Most of my teenage and adult life, the only satisfaction for the obsession was online, through pictures, videos, and webcams. I tried a few sessions, but even those were hard to set up with my schedule. So, like most of those reading this, I went through life with a constant longing and need for something was was extremely hard to find. That is, until these last few years, when that relief came closer to home than I could have ever imagined.

Even growing up, my life was somewhat different. My dad and mom had me when they were both older. My mom passed away shortly after I was born, I never really knew her. My Dad remarried when I was in middle school, to a woman named Jane. Jane was about 30 years younger than my father, only in her 40s when they married, while my father was nearly 70. My Dad was a successful car dealer. We weren't loaded, but we had a comfortable life. Unfortunately, my father passed shortly after I left for college, right around Jane's 50th birthday. While I never considered Jane my "mom", we were obviously always close, as she had helped raise me during my teenage years. We continued to talk regularly after my Dad's passing, but soon after I graduated college, and started with my company, the times I went back home were fewer and fewer. My Dad had been a portly man, and unfortunately died of a heart attack. While Jane was always somewhat pudgy herself, she had always had a beautiful face, and gorgeous, long blonde hair. I think my Dad's passing had somewhat scared her. Jane told me about 6 months after his death that she was joining in gym. I of course encouraged her, after all she was the only resemblance of family I had left. That was about 6 years ago. What has happened since that day has forever changed both of our lives.

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Chapter 2: Introductions

Jane's Perspective:

Don had been my best friend. While some people looked down on our age gap, and plenty thought I was a gold digger, we truly had a loving relationship. That gold digger rumor only got worse when he passed, as the life insurance pay out I got was quite large, and I could retire myself from the payouts. My group of friends, while already small, became smaller. When he passed away a few months ago, I grieved, but I also looked internally. Don had died from a heart attack, no doubt due to the lifestyle we lived. Neither of us exercised much, and we didn't exactly eat healthy. I wasn't exactly obese, but it was clear I should shed a few pounds, and actually start exercising. That was the hard part, I hadn't been much of an athlete growing up, and the most intense activities I had done since then were the long walks I would often take after a long day. Roger encouraged me to join a gym. He thought I should look into getting a personal trainer as well, not a bad idea considering I really had no idea what I was doing. While nervous, I knew I needed to take this step for my health. Plus, with the empty house, I needed something to occupy my time. I googled around and found a gym offering free personal training for a month for new members. "The Gym" as it was called (real creative) was not only the closest to my house, but the free personal training sessions seemed like hell of a deal. With Roger's encouragement, I signed up online, and made an appointment for the next day to meet with a trainer. It had only been a few months since Don's passing, and I was still certainly grieving, but I knew this would be a healthy outlet.

The next day I woke up, nervous as all hell. I dressed in what I figured to be the best workout clothes I had. A baggy worn out tee shirt that did a good job hiding my rolls, and my favorite yoga pants. I drove to "The Gym", and I must have sat outside it's entrance for 20 minutes. Why was I so nervous? People go to the gym all the time. What I didn't know at the time, "The Gym" was the area's top bodybuilding gym, and anyone that was anyone in the bodybuilding world that lived within 100 miles of here went to this gym. As I walked through the double doors, I soon found out why it had the reputation it did. Multiple floors were covered with every type of weight machine you could imagine, a multitude of free weight racks, and a whole floor dedicated to cardio equipment. I checked in at the desk with a young teenage girl who instructed me to take a seat and wait for my trainer. Elizabeth was just finishing up with another client and would see me soon. While I waited, I took in the facility in front of me. It was 10 am, so it wasn't packed. There were a few men doing squats, and some random people scattered about the machines. Just then, someone tapped me on my shoulder. I almost jumped out of my seat when I turned to see who was trying to get my attention. "Hi, I'm Elizabeth, but you can can me Ally. You must be Jane!" My mouth fell open as I turned to take in my new trainer. Ally was huge, not very tall, probably only 5' 4", just slightly shorter than me, but she had to be twice as wide as me, and not in terms of her gut. Ally was absolutely jacked, and as I was soon to learn, one of the top female bodybuilders in the world. While she wasn't wearing anything particularly revealing, there was no denying the power resting under her clothes. She was wearing a "Better Bodies" workout tank. I'm not sure if it was designed to be tight, but her powerful body made it so. Her bullish traps stood high on her shoulders, with her tank straps straining against them. I followed a snaking vein that ran across her bowling ball shoulder down into a massive bicep that look huge even resting against the side of her body. Her wide shadow was cast not from her waist, but from a massive back that stretched her shirt out to the side, causing her arms to flare outward. A thick, deep line defined her chest, that I couldn't help but stare at, as her cleavage was defined both by large, deep cut pecs, but also by two large ballooning implants that stood mightily on top of them. As my eyes traced down by her tiny waste, her legs flared out quickly again. Though covered by yoga pants as well, her humongous thighs stuck out to the side, and her pants screamed for dear life. Thick, black hair was tied into a pony tail, that sat almost out of place on her hulking shoulders. "Jane?" Her voice finally snapping me out of my trance. "Yes, sorry that's me. I....I didn't mean to stare."

"That's ok, I get that a lot. I din't mean to startle you."

"No, you are fine, I was just a little...shocked".

"Well shall we get started". I nodded and Ally started leading me around the gym. She pointed out all the equipment, the steam room, and finally the posing rooms. I asked her about those, and she explained it was basically just a room full of mirrors that competitors could practice their posing before shoes. I nodded like I had any clue what she was talking about. Finally, we went to her office where she proceeded to weight me, take my body fat percentage, and finally laid out a plan for me based off of what I told her my goals were. Once she gave it to me, I was surprised with the amount of weight lifting in it. I had expected a bunch of cardio, but her program focused on mostly weight lifting. I shouldn't say I was surprised, I mean, look at her. I had never seen a woman as muscular as Ally in my life, and here she was, about to become my personal trainer. We said our good byes after we informed me we would start our workouts tomorrow.

When I got home that night, I couldn't help but feel a very strange mix of emotions. I couldn't get Ally out of my head. Part nervousness, part fear, and part excitement. The entire time she was going over our plan today, I couldn't help but stare at her body. I had hardly ever seen a man with muscles like, much less another woman. It intrigued me, sent fear coursing through my body, all the while turning me on. As I fell asleep that night, it was Ally and her biceps that raced through my mind. One thing is for sure, I would never be lacking motivation with her around.

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Chapter 3: An Idea  Jane's Perspective:  Looking back on it, those first few weeks with Ally were some of the most challenging of my life. From day one, she put me through the paces. 5 days a week hour and a half lifting sessions followed by 30-60 minute cardio bouts. My whole body screamed in pain like never before, but after about the 4th week, I started seeing real results. My free trial with Ally was coming to an end, but in only a month I had dropped almost 5% body fat, all the while putting on lean muscle. My 5 ft 7 frame had gone from a mushy 180 lbs to a leaner 165 lbs. My belly was flattening out and I could start to make out some small definition on my arms. I agreed to keep Ally on as a trainer, obviously someone with her gargantuan frame left nothing short in the motivation department.  Weeks turned into months and after I knew it, a solid 6 months had passed. Ally and I had become friends, and we would often hang out outside of the gym. I had quickly learned about her lifestyle and I grew in awe at the level of commitment she showed when it came to her physique and her sport. At my last weigh in I was down to 150 lbs. My belly was gone and my once skinny fat frame had started to show definition. While nothing compared to the hulking physique Ally rocked, my confidence had skyrocketed, and I looked forward to our training sessions.   One afternoon, as Ally was finishing up my 6 month measurements. "Jane, I can't say how impressed I am with your progress. I'm truly in awe of your commitment. Most people quit within the first month or two."  Blown away by her comment, my cheeks turned red. Ally had not only become my friend, but as of lately had started to become the subject of some personal fantasies. More and more, Ally would enter my sub conscience   as I slept. At first I would just picture her as I would in everyday life. Her hulking body working out as I stared and watched. Lately though those dreams shifted. Rather than watching Ally from a distance, I started to picture myself working out with her, becoming bigger and bigger. The latest dreams I had had, Ally was all but gone. Instead, I had become her. It was my face, but the body beneath it had been replaced. Her hulking mass had become mine. In my dreams I would simply be staring at myself. Flexing in a mirror in some unknown location. I would stand in awe at my body. Often I would wake up in a sensual sweat. My lady region aching in lust.  As Ally continued on about my progress, I fell once again into a stupor. As she wrote down numbers on her clipboard, I couldn't help but marvel at her arms. I'll never forget that day, she had on one of those baseball tees, 3/4 sleeves. Her upper body was covered except her forearms, but ever that shirt screamed at it's seams against her muscles. Her biceps must have been around 16 inches at that point. I traced a single vein that pushed through her sleeves where her biceps were that ran down into her forearms, spider webbing across her tanned skin. Her perfectly manicured nails seemed almost out of place against the masculinity and power held in the rest of her arms. Finally her voice broke me from my trance. "So what is your next goal?" I looked up at her with a dumb look across my face. "I mean we've pretty much done what you originally said, lose 15 pounds and gain some tone. So now what?"  "I want to look like you" I replied, surprised at my own words.  I simple smirk came across Ally's face, "I'd hope you'd say that".

[ArkhamAsylum]

These first parts have been great. Well done. I'm looking forward to the continuation.

[mussgal]

great start - linking it already!

[hitboy]

so far so good. cannot wait the mature muscle.

[sgsg69]

Great story start, will be very interesting when Roger see his "Mom" again..............KARMA, KARMA, KARMA

[musclelvr56]

Chapter 4: All In

Jane's Perspective:

Ally's smile faded. "So when you say you want to look like me, what exactly do you mean?" The question surprised me. I'm not so sure why. Maybe Ally wanted to make sure I was serious. "Well, shit how do I say this..." I stumbled across my words trying to get out exactly what I meant. "I feel like we've become friends, and I've always admired your body, and your commitment to your sport." Ally's smirk began to spread across her mouth again. "I guess I've really fallen in love with training, I've obviously seen results thanks to you, but I think I'm ready for the next step." I was doing my best to try and sound realistic and not that I had been lusting over her body. It wasn't just her, I had been researching female bodybuilding, and the more I delved in, the more and more I admired the look. Not just Ally, but all of the top competitors, current and past. I found the look incredibly sexy. Something about the bulging muscles atop feminine features was incredibly erotic. I wasn't exactly gay, but the look and the feeling of power that these women must have was incredibly intriguing. With Don out of my life I felt alone, and at times helpless, and I didn't want that. Seeing pictures of these women lifting incredible amounts of weights, and seeing their hulking bodies filled with power, I knew that they never had that helpless feeling. And I wanted that.

I was well aware Ally was a good 15 years younger than me, and had been probably training for more than that, and that I certainly had a long road ahead. "So what I'm saying is, I think I want to compete....in bodybuilding". Ally let out a little chuckle. "I kind had a feeling you were going to talk to me about that soon. You definitely have the genetics for it, but we would have some work to do. I've been training for over 15 years, I began in college. I've been competing for the last 10, this sport is about the long game. It takes time." I knew that, and I knew I wanted it.

Working out had become my outlet, my way of grieving, and I knew I needed more of a goal than just to lose weight and get in shape. "If you are serious, truly serious, there is a local amateur competition 6 months from now. We could enter you in the masters figure division. That gets us about 3 months to bulk and then 3 months to shred. If you want to do this, I will be your coach. More than just your trainer, you need to follow my every direction, training, diet, and supplementation. You will work out with me now, we will be training partners. I am competing myself shortly after that, so the timing will be good." Sounded reasonable enough. I had been eating healthy enough according to Ally's rough outline, but I knew this meant a strict diet plan like I've never seen. I nodded in agreement. "That sounds like a plan, I really need a goal and this sounds like something I can really do." Ally smiled. Good, I'll get started tonight on your diet plan. You'll be doing the same workouts as me for the most part so that parts easy, well not easy for you, but easy enough for me to plan." She chuckled. "I just have one more question....how bad do you want to win?" The question seemed loaded. "Uh....bad?!" I'd always been somewhat competitive, unfortunately I had just never been that good at anything. This might be something I could actually win. I wasn't exactly sure what she was getting at.

"Ok, well if you really want to win, we need to get you on a supplement regiment, and I'm not talking about creatine or whey protein".

I stared at her. I knew exactly what she meant, I wasn't stupid, I knew musculature like hers couldn't be achieved naturally. "You....you mean steroids..."

"Yes, don't worry, I know my stuff and we'll keep the side effects to a minimum, there's an art and science to proper cycling, but there's always an inherent risk." I stared at her. This was next level...I had seen some bad outcomes from steroid abuse. I wanted to be muscular....but I didn't want to turn into a man. I was getting older too, and I was obviously skeptical if putting something foreign in my body like that was truly work it. Ally could sense my hesitation. "I would start you on some light D-Bol and mild amounts of HGH to bulk. Once we get into the cutting phase, we'll start with some clen. Your dosages will be almost a third of mine, I've been doing this for years and have prepped many women who have all had winning careers. Plus I know when to take a break. If you stick with your post cycle treatment after the comp, side effects will be minimal. I'm on much heavier stuff than that, and the most I've seen is a little bit of change in my voice and my clit has gotten a little bigger. But no increase in body hair, and between you and me, the clit thing has made orgasms twice as good." She smiled and winked at me. Ally was one of the top competitors in the world, and a good friend. How could I not trust her? "I'm in, 100% committed, I trust you Ally".

"Good", she smiled again. "Your training officially starts tomorrow. Eat a big breakfast, you'll need it. Your diet and supplementation routine starts tomorrow as well, so go get yourself one last burger, we don't have time to mess around".

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Chapter 5: Progress

Jane's Perspective:

Three months had past since I made my commitment to Ally. Bulking season was officially coming to an end, and it was just about time to cut. Ally had been prepping me, cutting would be more or less miserable, but I was excited to really see the results of my hard work. During the last three months, I had completely committed to gaining muscle. No cardio, 2 plus hour weight training sessions, lots and lots of food, and of course the "supplements". The fact that I was on steroids was a little hard to wrap my head around at first, but the results I had seen over the last few months had spoken for themselves. When we began my cycle, I had weighed 150 lbs at 5'7". My biceps had measured in around 11 inches, thighs were around 16 inches, chest 39 in around with C cup boobs, and my waist was about 34 inches. At my last check in, my arms had grown to almost 14 inches, thighs had jumped to almost 19 inches, chest was out to 43 inches, and my waist had remained constant. I had obviously put on a little fat with the bulk, but I knew that would soon be falling off. My boobs had shrunk, and I was now wearing a B cup, but the fatty tissue had been replaced with growing pectoral muscles and widening lats, causing me to jump up in overall bra size. At last weigh in I was up to 175 lbs. Ally of course had me beat in all categories, even with her shorter stature. Her arms had measured almost 16 inches around, thighs were out to 24 inches, waist still smaller than mine at 30 inches, and a chest that stretched out to almost 47 inches around, with her incredibly flaring lats. He fake tits sat atop massive pecs, that allowed for her to wear a DD bra. The workouts she had taken me through would drain every ounce of my energy, despite the increase in testosterone flowing through my body. After our 2 hour (3 hours on leg days) workouts, we would spend another 30-45 minutes practicing our posing. Ally would critique my form, and coach me through the various figure poses, and I would stare in awe as she would go through her bodybuilding routine. At first I had felt awkward, prancing around in a sports bra and panties with heels on with another woman, but as time went on, it felt more and more natural. Ally was the perfect coach, tough and mean in the weight room, yet very patient and instructive when it came to the other parts of the job.

Luckily the only side effect I had seen from my drug protocol had been an increased libido. Considering my age, the fact that I had any libido at all was somewhat of a miracle, but with the increase in testosterone in my system, I would often come home from the gym aching for release. The dreams had also become more vivd, and I would often wake soaked in my own sweat and juices. I remember one particular dream in particular, one I've had more and more often. Ally and I had just finished a fantastic chest workout, both of us pumped to all belief. We had gone to the locker room after, shooting each other full of our respective supplements, as we awkwardly often did after our workouts. We then proceeded to the posing room. In my dream, however, I had grown significantly, and was almost as big as Ally. And we were both shredded. A week out from competition shredded. In my dream we were competing in the same category, and Ally would continuously joke how we were almost like a mother and daughter fbb team. In the dream, we began with me posing, as we usually did. I stripped down to my favorite sports bra and workout shorts, that was now much smaller than they usually were. My tits were all but gone, replaced by hulking pecs that filled the bra, straining it in the front as my lats did their best to rip the back. My shorts, which in real life went to just about mid thigh, were struggling to hang on against my protruding glutes, barely covering half of my cheeks. Ally stripped off her sweats behind me, revealing her incredibly pumped body. She was also only wearing a sports bra and short shorts, but her bra pushed further out by her massive fake boobs. I began posing, not my usual figure poses, but the ones I had seen Ally do time and time again. Ally called me through the poses, acting as the judge. "Front double biceps". I turned towards the mirror, flexing my arms for all they had. My biceps swelled to what have must have been 18 inches, huge peaks sitting atop meaty triceps. Veins snaked from the mountain top of muscle, through my forearms and down to my shoulders. In that instant, Ally came up from behind me, and placed her hands on my arms. "Oooh, you have grown". I smiled in the mirror at her. "Side chest" she whispered in my ear. I turned in the mirror, grasping my right wrist with my left hand. I flexed down hard into my arm and pecs. Striations streaked across my muscle tits, the gap between them deep. Small veins ran across my pecs. My abs popped out from my stomach, veins snaking across the cobblestone muscles. Ally was running her hands over my arms. She placed them on my pecs. "Squeeze hard baby, like this." With that she flexed her own pecs, the deep valley between them erupting with veins across her tanned skin. As blood rushed to the muscles, her veins engorged, spiderwebbing across her pecs onto her enhanced tits. My hand found their way over to her muscle. Tracing the various veins on her pecs, feeling the striations and rock hard muscle under her soft tanned skin. "Ooooh that feels nice" she breathed into ear. "Now show me your most muscular, I love when you do that" Ally ordered me militaristically. I broke from my trance and faced the mirror once again. I bent over into a crab pose, flexing hard. My traps erupted against the straps of my sports bra, the material screaming for release. Veins streaked through my traps and pecs and into my arms. The harder I flexed, the more blood rushed into the hungry veins. As I strained in the flex, I heard Ally behind me. "Yes, flex hard, feed those hungry muscles those steroids." With that she grabbed my bra, and with one fluid motion, ripped it off my body, releasing the straining muscles beneath. "Mmmmm, I needed to see ALLLL of the detail" Ally sensually said. With that she removed her own bra, struggling to get it over her head, her giant lats blocking most of the movement of her arms. Her DD tits sat perfectly atop her engorged pecs. I stood and released my flex. My pecs and arms still pulsating from the effort. Ally stared at my perfectly formed pecs. With my low body fat, there was no soft tissue left, and my hardening nipples sat perched on the slabs of muscle meat. "Sometimes I regret getting these balloons" she said. "I love seeing the entire outline of the pec, but they are fun to play with". With that she flexed her pecs seductively, making the implants bounce. I couldn't help but reach my hand out and feel the power she possessed. She continued to flex for me, left, right, left right, as I began to fondle her nipples. Finally she stopped, letting out a soft coo, reaching for my arms. "Flex your biceps for me". I obeyed, bringing my arms into a double biceps pose. Small beads of sweat began to run down my chest. Ally reached her hands out to my arms, fondling the hard peaks. She brought her mouth to my right arm, and started kissing my flexed biceps. Moving slowly towards my chest. I could feel the warmth in my loins growing with each kiss, my nipples hardening as her warms lips explore my arms. Just as Ally moved towards my chest and begins suckling my nipples, I wake up. Every time.

When I awake I often look at my reflection in the mirror. The progress I have made has been incredible, but after these dreams I can't help but feel almost disappointed, like I'm meant for something more. Something bigger...

[hitboy]

Great story start, will be very interesting when Roger see his "Mom" again..............KARMA, KARMA, KARMA

cann't agree more

[phil123]

Hope Jane get her dream in real life. Just she gets bigger than Alley and outmuscles her everywhere. And perhaps she gets some side effects from the roids by getting a huge clit to satisfy Ally.

[ArkhamAsylum]

Amazing continuation. I can't wait for the next part.

[wowser1016]

So many possibilities! Great story and cannot wait to see where it goes. Please, more! K+