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Great addition to your story, love the erotic descriptions of her dreams...........hopefully, it continues to fuel her growth! KARMA+

[musclelvr56]

Chapter 6:
Roger's Perspective:
Since Dad has passed, I had thrown myself into work. I would volunteer to travel, just to keep my mind occupied. I would talk to Jane regularly, and she honestly seemed to be doing well. She had really gotten into working out, and from the little she told me, she had lost a decent amount of weight. I was happy
for her, I think my Dad's death had been a shock to both of us and a bit of a wakeup call. She had  befriended her trainer, and they seemed to have a good relationship. I hadn't asked much about Jane's trainer, I knew it was a woman from the relationship Jane described with her, but I figured she was like any run of the mill personal trainer that worked at any gym.

It had been over a year since my Dad's death, and I hadn't been home since the funeral. I knew I should make the effort to get back and see Jane, but my schedule was so swamped I found it hard to have time even to myself. I was trying my best to get out and meet women, but with my busy schedule,
it was hard to make any real connections. My lust of muscular women probably wasn't helping in that department either. I had been throwing all kinds of money at the various sites online, not to mention the cam sessions I would find myself in. I hadn't gotten to the point of setting up a full on session yet, though, believe me, I had been considering it.

One Sunday evening, I decided to give Jane a call. I hadn't really talked to her on the phone in awhile, mostly just random texts here and there. I wanted to check up on her and see how things were. After the usual, hey how are you? Hows the weather? small talk, Jane asked a very strange question. "Hey Rog, what are you doing three months from now?" Shit, I didn't know, half the time I didn't know my schedule two weeks from now.
"Uh, I guess I'm not to sure, I'm guessing I'll be on the road somewhere to meet with one of our subsidiary companies, seems like that the routine these days."

"Oh, I see. It's been awhile since you've been home, Rog, I was hoping you might be making a trip back soon"

"I know Jane, sorry I've just been so swamped.  I know I haven't made much of an effort to get back there, and I do apologize for that. But why did you ask about three months from now? Is there something in particular going on then?"

"Well...actually yes. I was thinking of how I was going to tell you this. I have a competition coming up in three months, and I was hoping you could come out and support me." Competition? What in the world could she be competing in? Baking? Some chili cookoff? Jane did make a mean blueberry cobbler.

"Um....ok, well what's the competition exactly? And when is it?"

"August 15th, and 16th possibly, if I do well."

"Ok, I guess I'll have to see what I have going. I obviously want to be there for you, but you still haven't told me what the competition is. Are you entering your blueberry cobbler in a bake-off or something?"

Jane chuckled on the other end. "No no, not quite. It's sort of a fitness competition."

A few moments of silence passed as I contemplated what she just said, more confused than before. "Fitness competition? Like a race or something?"

Jane chuckled again, she obviously could sense my confusion. "Closer I guess. No it's sort of a bodybuilding competition."

My heart lept into my throat. Did she just say bodybuilding? I must have heard her wrong. "Did you just say bodybuilding? Like flexing and stuff?"

More laughs. "Yes, I know it's seems random and probably weird I haven't told you until now, but I've been working out really hard, and my trainer thinks I could do really well. She competes herself." My head was absolutely spinning. "And I won't be competing in bodybuilding. I'll be doing Master's Figure, we're not as big as the bodybuilders and it'll be against all old farts like myself. It's kind of hard to explain all the differences but if you google it, the internet can explain a little better."

The line went dead silent. Of course I knew what figure was. While not huge bodybuilders, those lady's were still pretty big compared to your average gym goer. I just couldn't fathom it was Jane telling me all this. The Jane I had last seen was more likely to lift a box of cookies than a weight. I hadn't seen her in a swimsuit in years, much less in a tiny two piece in front of hundreds of people. I know I hadn't seen her in over a year, but I couldn't even picture her with muscle. And her trainer competed? Who was this woman? I barely convinced Jane to go to the gym after my Dad's death, and somehow this woman now had Jane ready to hop up on stage to flex and pose. A few moments passed before Jane finally broke the silence. "Rog, you still there?"

"Yea, yea sorry I guess I just wasn't expecting that."

"I know, I probably should have talked to you about it before. But it's been a really good outlet for me, and having a goal like this is something I've been lacking for years. Plus you should see how your ole stepmom looks these days..." she said, chuckling again.

"Man I bet....we'll I will do my best to get there, I promise. Just text me the details after we hang up. Who's this trainer you keep talking about? I knew y'all we friends but she must have some magical powers to get you to prance around in a bikini."

Jane took the comment as a joke and laughed. "Her name is Ally. Well Elizabeth Jamestone, is her full name. I wouldn't say she has magical powers, she's one of the top ranked bodybuilders in the world, and training with her has been all the motivation I need." My heart lept into my throat again. I knew who Elizabeth Jamestone was, she was making huge waves in the female bodybuilding circuit. Just as the sport had all but died out, she came out of nowhere when it was announced that female bodybuilding was coming back to the Olympia. While not top in the world yet, Ally was on the everyone's tongue as possibly a contender for Ms. Olympia. As long as she could qualify at the Arnold, which was about three months away. Ally was quickly becoming one of my favorites, although it was hard to find much on her, she hadn't been featured in many photo shoots or videos on the main sites I visited. I tried to hide my shock once again.

"Huh, ill have to look her up." Was all I could reply, and thoughts of Ally and Jane working out together started flowing through my mind. I could start to feel a rise in my pants. "Well text me the dates again Jane, I really want to be there for you." And with that I hung up before Jane could look into anything else, though she must have sensed the shock in my voice.

I sat there for awhile, my head spinning. My trance was interrupted by my phone that buzzed with a text from Jane. "August 15th, and 16th, Lawson Community Theater. I really hope you can make it ". I still didn't know what to think. My head was swimming with thoughts. The only thing that was clear, I needed to be at that competition. 

[ArkhamAsylum]

Great continuation. I can't wait to see where this story goes.

[musclelvr56]

Chapter 7: Days Out

Jane's Perspective:

Roger texted me yesterday with the news I was hoping not to hear, but honestly expected. "Hey Jane, I just got the news last night that they need me to go to South Africa next week. I guess they want another rep at this sales meeting. It was only supposed to be Johnson going, but apparently they don't trust him enough to get the sale done by himself so I got thrown on the trip last minute. Guess that means I'll miss your contest. I'm so disappointed. I promise to get home as soon as I can!" We texted back and forth for awhile that day. I told him I wasn't worried about the contest, I just wanted to see him. I really was worried about him. I hadn't seen him since his father's funeral and I was afraid he never took the time to properly grieve. He had thrown himself into his work, and he hardly took anytime for himself.

Roger's Perspective:

When Ed told me he needed me to go to South Africa, I almost lost it on him. Fucking Johnson, that incompetent prick. Here I was once again heading across the world to baby sit him. Usually I didn't mind, I like seeing new places, but I had been to South Africa plenty of times, and it was a shit ton of time on a plane for a day or two of sales meetings. Plus I had a trip home planned, the first in over a year. Jane's contest had only been the icing on the cake. I really did want to see her and make sure she was doing ok, seeing all of those buffed up women in person had only been the cherry on top. I broke the news to her as soon as I got it. She was understanding but there was obviously some disappointment in her voice. Apart from my own selfish reasons, I really did feel terrible. I was leaving for South Africa a few days before her contest and would getting back shortly after. Before I boarded I sent her one last good luck text: "Hey, I'll be on almost opposite time zones but I can't wait to see how you do. You are gonna rock it I know it. Makes sure to send pictures! Can't wait to see how you've changed!" With that I flipped my phone on airplane mode and we went airborne. Shit, was that last part creepy? I meant it completely wholesome, like hey send pictures of your soccer match or ballet performance. Only it had come off more like....send me pictures of your new sexy body. Wtf is wrong with me. At least I only had the next 14 hours to think about that one.

Jane's Perspective:

I was heading to the gym to meet Ally for my last chest and triceps workout before the contest. Only a few more days to go. I was tired, hungry, and somewhat miserable, but somehow at the same time extremely excited. Ally's plan was certainly working and I was looking shredded. While one of the hardest things I had ever done in my life, this cutting cycle had turned out big dividends. If you would have told me a year ago I would look like this I would have laughed in your face. I felt like everyday I woke up I found new veins sporting from my skin, which was now paper thin. I had started going tanning with Ally every week for the last two months, and I had a nice glowing bronze layer established. The best part, I feel like I had hardly lost any muscle in the process. Obviously my measurements weren't as big as they were a few month ago due to the loss of fat, but Ally was continually commenting on how much mass I had retained. In fact she was a little worried. Worried I would be too muscular for figure. Last week she had pitched the idea in competing in open physique as well, just to see how I would do. I hadn't committed to it yet, somewhat unsure of not only my look, but my ability to do those poses. Ally had me mess around with them the last few weeks, but they certainly weren't close to as polished as my figure routine.

I received Roger's good luck text along my drive. I didn't respond while I was behind the wheel, and by the time I had got to the gym, the text color had gone green, meaning Roger wouldn't see my "Thanks Hun!" until he landed.  The last part kind of threw me off. Send pictures, can't wait to see how you've changed? I'm sure he meant pics of the contest but still, seemed like he was asking almost for a preview. I put it out of my mind as I headed through the double doors of "The Gym", knowing full well Ally was about to crush my soul. She hadn't let up on the training one bit, despite the extreme diet and vast amounts of cardio she had me on.

What seemed like an eternity later we finished up with the weights. I was depleted, flat and completely exhausted. And we still had to pose. Ally still had a few weeks to her contest so she still had a bit more energy than me, but she felt my pain. "It'll all be worth it, I promise" she would often say. Seemed like almost everyday I needed a pep talk. Ally was in full coach mode now, still getting her workouts in, but our posing sessions were all about me now. As we hit the locker room post workout to change over to some less sweaty posing attire I told her about Roger's text. She knew he wasn't coming anymore and how disappointed I was, but when I told her about the picture thing, she kind of giggled. "He's your step kid right?"

"Yea, why?"

"Oh nothing" she said smiling.

"What? What do you mean by that?"

"Well if Rog knows anything about bodybuilding he knows how shredded and sexy you look right now. I don't blame him for wanting to see the rocking bod". I blushed. Was she serious? I had basically raised Roger, yea he wasn't mine by birth, but I had basically been his mother since his early adolescence. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding, sort of" she said. "I'm sure he just meant send pics of the show.....although" again her token smirk crossed her face.

"What? What are you thinking?" I said back, half joking around.

"Maybe ole Rog has a little crush on his step mom."

"Gross, let's get this posing going, I'm hungry".

"Actually, weird you said something about the pictures. I wanted to take some today anyway to help critique your form and stage presence. I also want you to eat to get some carbs in your system, it'll give us a better idea of how you'll look on stage. So eat and meet me in the posing room in like an hour. I'll leave it up to you what you do with those pics after I'm done with them." Ally winked and walked back to her office. Still a bit confused, I did as she was instructed and gobbled down my meal. This one had more carbs than the usual for this stage in the game, in an attempt to bring out more fullness to her veins and muscles. I finished changing over into my practice posing attire. I hadn't bothered to invest in a practice suit, and I was saving my actual suit for game day, so my "practice suit" was simply a black bikini I had found at Target. I threw on my sweats and headed to the posing room. Ally was already in there. I stripped down and started going through my figure poses. Ally critiqued and instructed like usual. Once they were done, Ally had me start with the physique division poses, but this time started snapping pics on her phone. I started blushing again.

"I promise I have a reason for this....front double biceps" ordered Ally. As I went through all of the mandatory physique division categories, they began to feel more and more natural. Ally was continuing to take pics, assuring me she had a reason behind it. "Ok, one last fun one...give me a most muscular." I gave out a little chuckle. The pose wasn't part of any category I was competing in, but I would be lying if I said I hadn't practiced it at home. It made me feel powerful and I love the way it made my muscles jump out. I bore down into the pose, straining hard. "That's it babe, show me what you got". I could feel the blood start to rush into my pecs and arms, the extra carbs I had eaten were doing their work, and my veins began to pop from my skin. I held the pose for what seemed like forever, before my exhausted muscles finally relaxed. "I got some good ones there" Ally smirked. "Get some water in you and meet me in my office".

I obeyed as usual and followed Ally into her office in the rear of the building. "So, like I said, there was a reason for those pics." I sat down across from Ally at her desk. "So, I think I've failed you as a coach". I was blown away, I thought we had been killing it. "You are too big, for figure at least. You maintained way more muscle in this cut than I could have imagined. I guess you got some good genes in you. I think you should compete, but honestly I think you have a better chance at physique". I guess when you see your own reflection you don't really notice the big changes. Ally proceeded to pull out her phone and showed me the pics she had just taken. She then showed me some pics of the top amateur physique athletes she knew would be competing this weekend. While all of them were younger than me, even I had to admit I was close in size to most of them. "I'm a little worried about your physique posing, but I think it'll be a good measurement to compete in both and see what the judges say. You know, to give us some direction going forward". I fell silent. Going forward? To be honest I guess I hadn't thought much past this weekend. Would this be something I continued to do? "I wish there was a master's category for physique, but honestly I think you have a good chance of placing top ten anyway". Wow, for something I hadn't been expecting to even compete in, top ten didn't sound so bad. "So what do you think?"

I mulled it over for awhile, "I mean it makes sense, I've already come this far. I can go another day without that burger". We both laughed, I had only expected to compete on Friday, but with the physique category prelims on Saturday, I'd have another night to drain myself. "I trust you Ally. I guess we've never really talked about after this weekend, but if you think I have a chance of not coming in dead last, obviously I'm in".

"Good, we'll keep working those poses, you'd be amazed how much tighter you can make them in a few days".

I left the gym, having fully committed to competing in physique as well. Before it had been sort of a good idea, now it was happening. Not soon after I had walked in my house, my phone buzzed.

"Here's the pics from earlier, use them to compare against the top tier girls to improve, consider it film study. I'm sure ole Rog wouldn't mind seeing how hot his step mom has gotten either ". Ally's text came through with about 20 pics from earlier. Damn, maybe it was the lighting, maybe it was the tan, obviously it was the diet and drugs, but I looked good. The picture taken of my most muscular was hot, if I do say so myself. My traps were jumping off of my shoulders, and even in the iPhone picture, you could see small veins streaking across my vascular chest. I was really loving my chest lately, the diet had really brought out the detail in my pecs, and there was a ever deepening valley down between them. I rubbed my right pec as I looked at the picture. Fuck, it was hard. I couldn't help but look back on the woman I was a year ago. What would she think of this hardened body I now possessed. Sculpted by hours and hours in the gym. With that, my mind drifted to Roger. What would he think if he saw me now? He did ask for a few pics....one or two couldn't hurt. He would probably be blown away but what his little old step-mom has turned into. I decided to copy one or two over and send them to Roger. Just two of a front shot, there was one where I wasn't even flexing, some weird candid one Ally had gotten. I saved all the pics Ally sent me and then copied them into a text to Rog. I pressed send, only in my ignorance and prep brain, I had copied all of them over. Damn iPone, Shit.

[sgsg69]

Great addition, glad you are going to be taking your character forward for future events............and with all those pictures going to Roger, who knows what's next? Half your age , plus 7 is acceptable!!

[wowser1016]

I love it. I can hardly wait for the reaction to the photos. K+

[Brfan]

Man... can't wait for this flight to land!!!!

[musclelvr56]

Chapter 8: Pictures

Roger' Perspective:

I awoke as the captain announced our final decent into Johannesburg. Surprisingly enough, with the work I had to finish up and the few naps I took the flight had gone decently fast. When we touched down, I flipped on my phone. A text from Jane came through that simply said "Thanks hun!" Whew guess she didn't think too much about the picture text. I shot a text back letting her know I had landed. I knew it was barely 1 am back home so I didn't expect to hear much back. My texts were still going through green. I never did sign up for the international data plan, I could probably stop being so cheap, but there seems to be WiFi everywhere anyhow. We got our bags and headed to the hotel. Johnson and I agreed to shower and rest up for a bit, and then meet in a few hours to go over our plan for the next few days. I was letting him take the lead, but there was a reason the company flew me out here, there was no way I was going to trust him to make the pitch without me checking it first.

In my experience, the best way to combat jet lag was to just force yourself to stay awake. I decided to hit the little hotel gym after I checked in. I did my best to stay in some kind of shape despite all of the travel. Usually I had to make due with whatever equipment was in the hotel, but most hotels these days had at least a small selection of weights and cardio equipment.  I changed over and headed to the small exercise room. As I warmed up on the stationary bike, I connected to the WiFi. I'm sure I had emails needing attention. As soon as the little WiFi symbol posted in the corner of my screen, my phone starting buzzing out of control. The first to come through were a few messages from Mr. Richards with some follow up info that I would need for the next few days. And then a bunch from Jane. My first thought was something bad as happened.  I opened her thread and saw that something like 20 pics were loading. Finally the data connection went through and the pics loaded. I dropped my phone as my heart hit the pit of my stomach. Jane had done as I had asked, and sent me pics. But it wasn't pics of the show or anything like that, no it was here covered in only a bikini....flexing. I obviously hadn't seen her in a bit, but the pale, soft woman I had known most of my life, was now replaced by a ripped, bronzed goddess. I picked my phone up and stared at the pictures. It was almost like someone had photo shopped her face onto someone else's body. She had told me figure, this woman I was looking at looked like she was about to go up against DLB on the physique stage. While still smaller than most of the national level physique competitors I often gawked at, Jane was past any kind of figure body. Holy shit.

As I scrolled through the photos, waves of lust, excitement, and fear all somehow clashed through my body. Each picture I looked at was more impressive than the next. I tried my best to pick my jaw up off the ground and hide the excitement quickly building in my nether regions. I'd have to save the rest of the pics for when I got to my room.

So much for a workout, I was having hard enough time hiding my growing erection, squats weren't happening today. Those pictures had completely caught me off guard, could that possibly be Jane? She had told me she was competing, but holy crap. I almost sprinted up to my room, I had to see more

I opened the door and sat down on the chair and brought out my phone, half expecting that I was dreaming earlier. Nope, it had been real. Twenty something pictures stared back at me from the thread with Jane's name on it. I started scrolling through them again. Jane was clearly in some posing room, dressed in only skimpy black bikini. Her muscular body giving the image the bikini was almost painted on. The pictures featured her in the standard poses I had become familiar with over the years, showcasing her muscular attributes. There were a few towards the end that really grabbed my attention, however. More candid shots that she must have not suspected were being taken. One in particular I couldn't stop staring at. Whoever was taking the pictures was behind Jane, and the picture featured Jane admiring herself in the mirror in front of her. The photo caught the back left half of Jane and the full reflection of her front side. Her arms simply hung off her sides, it was hard to tell if she was flexing her lats or not, but either way their size pushed her arms out from her body. A large vein snaked from her forearm, running up her relaxed bicep into the hungry shoulder that now appeared to be like coconuts resting under her skin. The black bikini left little to the imagination. Her abs were clearly defined in the mirror, and little veins could be seen running down into her womanhood. Her legs flared out to the sides in the reflection, definition between her quad sweep easily visible in the mirror. I rested my eyes on her glutes, the muscle pressing hard against her bikini bottoms. Her glutes weren't quite striated, but their size alone did little to hide the power that resided in them. Tracing my eyes up her back, little bulges stuck out from her skin, her bikini strap pressing hard into her skin due to the growing size of her lay muscles and chest. Her hair was down, sitting atop her traps. The sexiest part of the picture was the expression on her face. She wore a smirk that radiated the confidence she now obviously possessed. Her expression seemed to speak to me, almost like she was saying "Don't you like what you see Roger? Look what your little ole mom has become". I couldn't help but stroke myself, flipping back and forth through the pictures finally cumming to that same sexy expression.

After I cleaned myself up, I fought hard with myself on how to respond. I didn't want to lead on how ridiculously sexy I found Jane, but deep down a dark side of me wanted her to know how much I lusted over her muscular physique. How much I wanted to worship it, how much I wanted to see her continue to grow just thinking of her getting bigger made me need to stroke off again. Fuck what is wrong with me. Finally I decided on something innocent enough. "OMG Jane! Is that really you? You look incredible! Those other physique girls don't know what's coming for them! Hell at this rate, you'll be coming after Ally's title". Send. I went down to meet Johnson, my mind racing.

[ArkhamAsylum]

Excellent continuation. I can't wait to see where this goes.

[QBikk]

Really good story, thanks a lot!!

[GentleMuscleLover29]

Damn, what a great story!

[hatour]

I am honored to give you your 100th Karma. Great story. Karma for all!

[QBikk]

Bump? Your story is so great, I'd like to read some more. :-)

[Brfan]

We are definitely expecting to see how the ole stepmom will react...