Mr and Mrs Everest

[governor]

Maybe they should just be faithful to each other, and those other 2 girls should find their own 'Mr. Everest's. . .

[Apley44]

Chapter 17

That night, while lying on the bed after our nightly threesome, Jenna told me her secret on how she got so much bigger in the past month. Turns out, with Kingston out of businees, her coach Grace Whelon, had no job and she was eventually hired by Victoria’s Secret (VS). Grace had been training the models, including Jenna and Alessa. Jenna and Alessa’s regime was brutal. Grace was a fucking psycho, but she needed to be, to get Jenna and Alessa into the insane size they were now. The best thing about Grace was that she allowed them both to train naked. Turns out, the models got turned on too and they started to train naked as well. I could not imagine the sexiness that filled the entire VS gym daily.

“Babe, I actually have great news. Yesterday, I got a call from a talk show host Nelly Donatello. She saw my Victoria’s Secret video of me ripping a log in half and she wanted to me to attend as a guest on the show. She is doing a special episode next week where she interviews me against the recent top 3 winners of the World’s Strongest Man competition. I’m gonna be guest posing and they are gonna do a segment where we all do some strongman challenges for the show,” said Jenna.

“Whoa! That is great news babe!” I replied.

“Yes! I’d like to do something different. Enough of me showing off my muscles. Now it’s time to show the world what these muscles can do!”

“Your muscles are not just for show! You are gonna crush those strongmen!”

“I know. I’m not statisfied with just crushing them. I’m gonna destroy them!” she said with a tone of ferocity as she flexed her huge bicep and kissed its peak.

The next week, Jenna was spending most of her time doing strngth and power training. She was maxing out on insane amounts of weight: 1800 pounds on the squats, 2600 pounds on the leg press, 900 pounds on the bench press, 600 pound shoulder presses and 1400 pound deadlifts. But those were in the mornings. In the evenings, she continued her usual workout routine, lifting insane amounts of weight for reps. She still wanted to keep her ripped physique because that was her pride. Working out with her was starting to get embarrassing. I know I shouldn’t be saying that because I was already the strongest and most muscular human being in history besides her, but I just couldn’t shake off the shame of seeing my wife lifting 50 to 60 pounds heavier than me in every exercise.

I thought about the porn video where she destroyed the 4 male bodybuilders in the wrestling ring with animalistic brutality, and I didn’t want to get on her bad side by telling her about my affair with Amanda. So I just kept quiet. Besides that video, she was actually pretty kind and loving at home, so I was not really sure if the video was just an act or if she could actually use that sort of brutality against me. I wasn’t ready to find out.

One night, after Alessa left, Jenna suggested we arm wrestle each other.

“Babe, I’m feeling suuuuper strong tonight. I just broke my own personal record in concentration curls…5 sets of 12 in the 250 pound dumbells. Check out my huuuuge biceps,” she purred as she admired her fully flexed right bicep in the mirror, her naked body exuding a sensual aura that made me hard to control my erection.

“Erm…sure,” I said. I was feeling pretty nervous. If you think about it, it was ridiculous. I was there, naked in the living room, rubbing my penis as my wife admired her own ripped body in the mirror, and she just challenged me to a comparison of strength. I was already the second strongest human in the world, my lifts surpassing any world record held previously. But I couldn’t help but feel intimidated at the fact that I might lose this challenge to the first strongest human in the world…my wife.

W got to our dining table and clutched our hands together. We started with right first.

“Ready, one…two…go!” I counted and immediately pushed with all my might.

Not surprisingly, her arm did not budge an inch from the starting position. But both our muscles were flaring with power, every bulge, vein and striation exploding from our flesh. Obviously, her arm muscles were much more ripped than mine. What she wanted to prove, I did not know. She didn’t budge, but she was obviously putting in some effort to hold me back, despite the lack of exertion in her expression. So that was a win, at least I was doing better than Shakeel Nelson last time, in which she was only using a fraction of her energy against him. Still, she was smiling at me, slightly amused at how hard I was trying. It was barely a minute but I was already drenched in sweat, the muscles in my naked body glistening in the light.

Then, her phone beeped, indicating that she got a text. She slid it over to her, and checked her message with her free arm, before chuckling at a message she saw. She then took a few minutes to type her reply, before locking her phone again. Even in that time where she was distracted, I gathered all my strength to beat her, but she still did not budge!

“Oh my God, you look terrible,” she said, taking in the bulging temple vein on my forehead and tomato-red face. “Alright, let me put you out of your misery,” she chuckled cutely.

She took a deep breath and finally decided to show her full power. In less than 5 seconds, she pushed my arm down in one smooth motion. I tried to resist but she was like a tank. There was no stopping her. Eventually, my hand touched the table and she won.

“Now, the other arm,” she said, placing her left elbow on the table.

It was the same thing. I pushed with all my might, but she just wouldn’t budge. All this while, I was clenching my teeth and grimacing as I tried in vain to displace her arm from the starting position. And there she was, calmly observing my expressions like a professor analysing the Mona Lisa, as if my half-dead face was some sort of amusement for her. Finally, when she had enough, she decided to take control and smash my arm onto the table. So for 3 minutes she toyed with me, when she could actually crush me in 5 seconds.

She laughed, albeit with some hesitation as she didn’t want to make me feel worse than I already did. But she couldn’t help but to celebrate her victory with a pose, this time a simple front double bicep, taunting me with the gigantic size she attained.

I loved my wife. But that moment, it was just a mixture of humiliation, jealously and disappointment.

Sensing my dejection, she sighed. She gently sat on my lap, and caressed my face in her hands.

“I’m sorry babe. Maybe the arm wrestle was a bad idea,” she said as she pecked me on the cheek. “I think I just got carried away with my desire to show my strength and dominate. I had never felt thing strong before, and I just…it’s good to feel this way. It feels so victorious. I think I just took it too far. I’m sorry babe. I embarassed you and I shouldn’t have done that.

“But you know when else I felt victorious? When you asked me to marry you. I remember, it was at this fountain, near Hollywood Hills, and you just got to your knees and proposed. You looked so nervous, but I didn’t care about all that. I just want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

I looked at her. I knew she wanted to make me feel better, but I only felt worse. This time, not because she humiliated me, but because I was angry at myself for cheating on her. This change in her behaviour, the lust for dominance and power, that was one thing, but deep down her love for me had never changed. She might be sleeping with Alessa and making porn videos, which did bother me a little, but those wouldn’t mean as much as how I meant to her. Which was different for me. I love Jenna, but I just couldn’t say that Amanda meant nothing to me. That was the most disappointing thing for me. Jenna, despite the utter humiliation she imposed upon me just now, still loved me with her entire being, and I could only love her with a fraction of mine. It was a pretty depressing revelation.

“Tell you what,” she flexed her huge right bicep in front of my face, and gestured for me to kiss it. I did. “I know you love this body. I know you wanna do some naughty things to this body and all its strong, haaard muscles…and you can. Tonight, my body is all yours. I worked soooo hard for this body, not just to show it off, but also, to pleasure my lovely husband with it. Tonight, you can be the dominant one. You can do anything you want to me. And promise me, you won’t hold back.”

I stared in her emerald eyes and brushed away a lock of her brunette hair. We shared a passionate kiss. “Let’s go,” I said, holding her hand.

“Oh no, you have to carry me. I’m just soooo tired. And my body is just sooo heavy. I’m packed with 390 pounds of puuuure muscle. Ooooh…” she purred seductively, showing off her right bicep again, this time stroking it with her other hand to admire its hardness. “But you, you are soooo strong. Your muscles…just as big as mine. You’re so sweaty, so sexy…I love it. Such a turn on. I wish I was sweaty…nothing sexier han two ripped bodybuilders fucking each other in their sweaty , hard bodies. Mmm…those powerful arms…” she worshipped my biceps as I flexed them for her, and she kissed them, before making her way to the rest of my body. “These shoulders…oooh, that thick, haaaard back…oh my god…then these maaaasive pecs, beautiful….mmm…and these washboard abs…my, my, what a man…so RIPPED! I’m soooo lucky, we are meant for each other…carry me, Jason, like our wedding night, and fuck me! Fuck me like there’s no tomorrow Jason Lee!”

With that, I bundled her in my arms like a bridal carry, proud at myself that I was still able to carry her 390 pound musclebound body in my arms with relative ease, as we made our way upstairs and made incredible love. I pounded her for hours, even taking the time to stuff my fist into her pussy, feeling the full strength of her vaginal muscles. It was incredible. It felt both tender and warm, but at the same time, terrifying as well because her pussy just held on my arm like a clamp. She was moaning and screaming so loudly, I thought she was in pain. But she said, “Don’t you dare stop Jason Lee,” so I continued. I deepthroated her and she obediently sucked my penis without any complaints, swallowing every drop of my ferocious cum, and she even took the time to lick the residue off the sheets.

“Ahhh…Jason Juice, my favourite drink of all time…” she said, licking the corners of her mouth sexily.

We even took the time to try out some new positions, and there was one where I just stood up held her ankles so that her gigantic body was dangling upside down, and we sucked each other’s genitals like a 69. If our threesome with Alessa the other day was the best threesome of our lives, this sex was the best couples’ sex in our entire marriage.

“I love you so much Jenna,” I said as we were catching our breath after 3 hours.

I could see the glisten in her eyes, as if she tried to hold back tears. “I love you so much too, babe.”

The next week, we headed over to Hollywood for Nelly Donatello’s show. We had to arrive in a Jeep SUV because regular cars couldn’t fit our massive bodies anymore. If Jenna had a choice, she would actually go naked to show off every inch of her muscular beauty but she obviously couldn’t do that so she slipped on the tiniest bikini she could find: a new white thonged bikini courtesy of Victoria’s Secret. She spent the previous day perfecting her manicure and pedicure because she would be doing a lot of arm flexing, and going through the entire show barefooted.

“Any shoe besides high heels cover too much. My feet are sexy too, and so vascular. High heels at least highlight my diamond calves and thighs, but I can’t be doing strongman challenges in high heels, so right now, I’m all natural babe,” she said, stroking my body with her beautifully painted toes, before giving me a footjob.

I just wore a stringer vest that exposed most of my huge pecs and serratus, with a pair of shorts that was threatening to rip apart due to my monstrous thighs. Alessa wore a sports bra that despite being XXXL size, was struggling to hold together due to her massive thickness. Her abs were exposed for all to see. She deserved that, because of all the hard work she put in. Just like me, her shorts were so tight, even the contours of her labia were showing. She took Jenna’s advice and wore a pair of heels that really sent her calves and thighs rippling with power with every step she took.

We were greeted by an assistant and was shown to our seats in the first row among the live audience as Jenna got ready backstage. The stars of the show were Jenna and the top 3 winners of the recent World’s Strongest Man: Mark Janssen the champion, Rick Bana in second place and Bill Brogan in third. Nevertheless, I was still quite famous as well for winning the Olympia in dominating fashion, so I was pretty much swarmed by the crowd with requests for selfies and autographs. Alessa was pretty much unknown, but some avid followers of weightlifting and European bodybuilding recognised her too and she was also treated like a celebrity. Some girls even took advantage of her bare midsection and requested to feel them. I could see the orgasm in their faces when they did, running their fingers over the granite bulges and deep grooves of her eight pack.

Eventually the show started and Nelly was greeted with a round of applause. There were 4 empty couches on the stage, for 4 guests, and she first introduced the Stongmen. Bill came on first, the screen showing his weight and height. He was a giant: 6 foot 6 inches, and weighing 350 pounds. Next was Rick, measuring 6 foot 3 and weighing 348 pounds. Mark was no doubt the biggest of the three: 6 foot 7, weighing a whopping 375 pounds. The bowed when they were greeted by the audience’s applause.

But we all knew the main event was Jenna. And what an entrance she made. She was brought onto the stage via a platform from below the ground. As her body was elevated to the stage, she was already in a Terminator pose: one knee on the ground, body crouching forward with fists on the floor. With that pose and the lighting, every muscular cut and bulge on her body was highlighted impeccably. The crowd went wild when she burst into a archer (or javelin) pose, her expression stoic but dominant, every muscle in her arm rippling with striations, the bicep peak exploding all the way to her ear level. She then went into a mantis pose, further showing off the thick beefiness in her solid arms, before going into a signature thighs and abdominals. I could make out the girls sitting next to me, their faces filled with pleasure as they took in Jenna’s shredded midsection and monstrous quads. And last but not least, Jenna’s posing was not complete without a solid back pose, as she twisted into a ¾ back pose, being sure to accentuate every inch of perfection in her delts, lats, traps and rhomboids.

Standing side by side, the 3 strongmen looked like giants, but Jenna was a goddess. She was emanating so much confidence and power. I could even see the uncertainty in Mark’s face as he stood next to her because she was just enormous. She was in a bikini and they were in singlets, but there was no denying that Jenna was every inch the superior being: she was taller, wider, bigger and heavier. Yes! She weighed 390 pounds, 15 pounds heavier than the champion, Mark.

Nelly made a point to ask that.

“Jenna you weigh a whopping 390 pounds, which is heavier than any of these men. Why is that?”
“Oh Nelly, my body fat percentage is down to 0.03 per cent, which is much lower than these guys, no offence. That’s because every ounce of my body is packed with pure, rock-hard muscle. And as we all know, I have LOTS of muscle. And of course, muscles weigh more than fat,” Jenna said as she flexed her right bicep, her other hand admiring it’s peak, as the crowd went crazy at the sight.

It was true. Despite them all being super strong, Jenna had a much more different physique than the strongmen. While the strongmen had big bodies, they were all the bulkier type, laden with flesh, muscle as well as fat. But Jenna was cut and ripped, even more so than a Greek statue, packed with pure muscle, decorated with bare striations and snaking vascularity. If the strongmen were Superman, Jenna was Doomsday. If they were Batman, she was Bane. If they were Spiderman, she was Venom. But only more gorgeous, and femenine. Otherwise, she was terrifying in her own way. In a confident sort of way.

Once they were done with the interviews, Nelly invited everyone to the next segment, which was a set of challenges to pit strongman against strongman, strongman against bodybuilder. With that we had to head outside, where a football pitch was modified into a strongman obstacle course.

The strongmen now had squat belts around their waists, but Jenna was still in her tiny white bikini, her aesthetically sculpted midsection baring for all to see. The first event was the car flip challenge. Along the field was a line of 20 cars, and the person to flip over all 20 cars sideways in the shortest possible time wins. The cars were Honda Civic Sixth Generation, which weighed about 2519 pounds. First up was Bill. When the buzzer rang he darted for the first car, grabbed one edge and flipped it to its side with ease. This continued until the 8th car, when he was obviously running out of energy. By the 11th car, he was already trudging, struggling with all his might: squatting down, holding the bottom edge of the car and then pushing his legs upwards to overturn the vehicle. By the time he reached the 13th car, he was already exhausted, his face red like a tomato, before finally deciding to call it quits, afraid if he injures himself or blacks out.

Bill’s final result: Did not finish (13 cars), 11 minutes 45 seconds.

Rick was next, and although he tried to put on a determined face, he was clearly a bit unsettled by Bill’s failure. Nevertheless, he was the stronger man. He won second place in the World’s Strongest Man, and Bill was only third. The buzzer sounded and he dashed for the first car, which was already flipped back in an upright position by 5 stage assistants. The first car was easy enough for Rick, but eventually he was struggling as well. He did slightly better than Bill, only encountering problems by the 9th  car. By the 15th car, he was stuck. He just couldn’t get the car off the ground at all. Finally he persevered, and after 3 minutes at the same car, he did it, only to find the 16th car waiting for him. Eventually, with many rests and minutes in between to catch his breath, he managed to overturn the 20th car. The first man of the day to complete the task. By then, he didn’t even bother to look at the clock. He just screamed and lay on the floor in exhaustion.

Rick’s final result: 20 cars, 23 minutes 9 seconds.

Mark was next and he was the smoothest of all so far, effortlessly overturning 12 cars before pausing to catch his breath. He then continued to flip 2 more, and by his 15th car, he was stuck mid-flip, holding the car in a slightly elevated position, but couldn’t find the extra strength to finish the job. He dropped the car only to be cheered on by the crowd. Not wanting to disappoint them, this spurred him on for another two cars. He was quite determined to complete the task, not wanting to lose to second placed Rick. So her persevered, albeit with a tomato-red face and a bulging temple vein. Eventually, he did it, his lungs breathing so hard, I was afraid his chest would explode like an overfilled balloon.

Mark’s final result: 20 cars, 20 minutes 27 seconds.

Finally, it was Jenna’s turn. The crowd went wild when she stepped up. She did a front lat spread to pump herself up, her already massive width expandinh by a foot on each side when she did so. She looked so confident. The buzzer sounded and with animalistic ferocity, she bolted for the first car like a Rottweiler unchained, her leg muscles rippling with striations that not even Olympic sprinters could build. With grace and ease, she squatted perfectly and burst up, overturning the first car with so much strength that the car not only turned to its side, but it was flew off the ground by a few inches, did a few 360 turns on its longitudinal axis, before landing back on its upright position. The while crowd gasped at the feat. This continued for almost the entire contest. She didn’t even wait for the cars to stop turning before moving on to the next, as if she knew this was going to happen and her only determination was to complete the task as fast as possible. By the time she was at the last car, she was sweating, but not out of breath and although the car did not make a few 360 rolls in the air like the first car, she still managed to overturn it 180 degrees to land on its roof. A feat none of the strongmen manage to accomplish even with the first car. When she was done, she struck a front double bicep, basking in the roars of admiration from the onlooking audience.

Jenna’s final result: 20 cars, 1 minute 40 seconds.

I gasped. She completely demolished the competition. An average of like 5 seconds per car. It was insane how overly dominant she was in this competition. Nelly was speechless. The strongmen were astonished. But she couldn’t be bothered. She just went into a crucifix pose, accentuating her musculature and proving that her body was not for show. She was so strong. And so powerful.

And to prove it, she went over to the first car, which was in a normal position, and squatted to place one hand underneath the trunk. With one swift motion she lifted the back of the sedan over her head. With that part done, and balancing the trunk with one hand, she edged forward to grab the front of the car, below the engine. And closing her eyes, and with one loud feminine scream that rang across the entire field, she gathered all her energy and lifted the front of the car as well. And what a sight it was. Every muscle in her body was hulking out with power, and she carried the sedan over her head. 2519 pounds lifted grandly over her Herculean body. And she wasn’t done yet. With that car, she managed to squeeze a few reps in, alternating between one squat and one shoulder press until she did a full set of 8 reps each. Then, she tossed the car into the air as it landed on its roof, its entire structure dented, as she stuck a magnificnt most muscular pose.

I was starstruck. I knew my wife was strong. But I didn’t imagine she was THAT strong! This girl could actually lift a car and do reps with it like a barbell. Amazing! And my erect cock agreed too.

The next event was the oil barrel race. Contestants must lift the fully filled oil barrel off the ground in whatever way, and carry it over from one end of the pitch to the finish line at other end. First to do so wins.

The oil barrels were there, commercial size, 300 pounds, fully filled. It should be quite easy for her, seeing that she was able to lift me off the ground quite effortlessly, and I weigh 380 pounds. When the buzzer sounded, the three strongmen were struggling to carry the barrel, but eventually they did, lifting each barrel like a bear hug. But Jenna, Jenna knew it was too easy a challenge. So she didn’t carry one but TWO oil barrels. She easily lifted one over her massive shoulder, before grabbing the other one onto the other shoulder. And with that, she sprinted her way to the finish line as if the oil barrels were merely pillows in our bedroom. She overtook Bill first, who was now just hobbling with the barrel in his hands. Then she went past Rick, who dropped the barrel to catch his breath, and then finally Mark at the halfway line, who was perservering with small steps. Finally, Jenna won, and the clock stopped to show us her time running across the entire pitch, all 109 metres of it.

11.72 seconds.

That was phenomenal. The men’s world record of the 100 metre sprint was 9.58 seconds and Jenna wasn’t too far off. That’s because she was carrying a full 600 pounds on her shoulders, and lifting them off the ground took like 2 seconds. Then, she had to run an extra 9 metres than the athletes. I would not want to bet against her running against Olympic sprinters, because with her speed and muscles, she would demolish them in a fair fight.
When she was at the finish line, she didn’t even drop her oil barrels. She wanted to humiliate her opponents! Instead, with the two barrels over her shoulders, she decided to do squats with them. Only when Rick, the last contestant, crossed the finish line, did she decide to stop. By then, she had done 26 reps, with a combined total of 600 pounds wrapped around her shoulders.

Mark’s time: 1 minute 57 seconds
Bill’s time: 3 minutes 31. seconds
Rick’s time: 4 minutes 22 seconds

The last event was a brutal one, the bulldozer tug-of-war. No one expected anyone to win against a bulldozer but the important thing was to last as long as possible. There was a “Death Line” marked around 10 metres in front of the contestants’ starting position. Anyone who got pulled over the line by the bulldozer loses and the clock stops. The person who could hold on for the longest time wins.

But before the event began, Jenna went over to Nelly’s mike and made a special request.

“I would like to invite my husband and love of my life, Jason Lee, to come on and try this challenge with me,” said Jenna.

The crowd all turned to look at me and cheered so I guess it was too late to say no. I went onto the pitch and removed my singlet, showing the world my massive musculature. I even took off my shoes and shorts, standing only in my briefs. My wife stood next to me and we both struck a most muscular pose side by side, but with that comparison, it was no doubt that she was clearly bigger, stronger and more muscular. She kissed me on the lips and held my hand, leading me to the pitch, where 5 bulldozers parked waiting.

Hooked to the back of the bulldozers were industrial grade metal chains, in which the assistants wrapped the ends around us. Jenna and I needed two assistants each because of how wide and massive we were. The bulldozers were modified to be driverless and automatically powered, to take away the inconsistency when it came to human driving. You see, to make the contest fair, the bulldozers’ engines had to start with a certain rpm and then gradually increase it uniformly. This was already programmed by the engineers and all the assistants had to do was press a button. The machine would do the rest.

When everyone was ready, I felt like I could shit in my pants. It was so much pressure. Jenna was just next to me, her face smirking with confidence. I didn’t want to lose to her and even if I lose, I didn’t want to make it seem obvious. So it was my own male ego at stake. Don’t get me wrong. I love Jenna. But I didn’t want to be humiliated on national television either.

The buzzer sounded and the clock began. Almost instantly, Bill lost his footing and was dragged over the Death Line.
Bill’s time: 2.48 seconds.

I felt the tug of the metal chain as my bulldozer’s engine ignited, and I was dragged for like 2 metres before I stomped my bare feet on the ground, my quads oozing with power, the sinews in my flesh exploding as I managed to halt the bulldozer’s charge. And there I held my position against this beast of a machine. At the corner of my eye, I saw both Rick and Mark getting pulled over the Death Line at almost the same time.

Rick’s time: 5.53 seconds

Mark’s time: 5.62 seconds

So it was just me and Jenna. I heard laughing so glanced back and there she was, grinning as if the whole challenge was pathetic. Unlike me, she did not budge an inch. That was when she decided to make it more challenging for herself. With a powerful scream, and with vicious concentration, every single muscle in her entire body burst to life, as she started taking a step back. She was pulling the bulldozer towards her! With every step, every single fibre in her thighs and calves rippled, her arms which were holding on to the chains, exploded with power, the sharpie-thick veins and striations exploding from her rock hard flesh. Her abs, hulking out, trying to balance her massive body at its core. With every step, she screamed and with every step, the bulldozer was pulled closer in what could only be an unbelievable show of strength. I could not believe my eyes. My wife was a superhuman!

Not wanting to lose, I decided to emulate her feat. With one powerful stomp, I pulled back with my entire body and finally, the bulldozer also started reversing in my direction. But my progress was slower than Jenna’s. Jenna was determined, putting one step after another without pause. But I had to catch my breath after each step back. Just then, I heard the pop of an engine and smelled smoke. I glanced over. Jenna’s bulldozer finally gave in and the entire engine broke down, giving her a free passage as she sprinted back, pulling the bulldozer over her Death Line. She then struck a most muscular pose again, allowing her muscles to burst out and with one loud scream, the metal chains could not withstand the strength of her muscles any longer and they shattered, Jenna hulking out of her chained captivity to the thunderous roar of an approving crowd. Her body had grown another half a foot wider, half a foot thicker and all in all, half a greek God more ripped.

“Ohhhh fuck yeahhhh! I AM THE GREATEST OF ALL TIME!” she screamed, going into a Victory pose, tightening every muscle in her body to show every inch of her God-like superiority.

She went over to a tree that was at the side of the pitch and with one bear hug and one loud yank, she unrooted the entire tree from the ground, in all its 18 foot enormity, every vein and muscular fibre in her body exploding with power. I swore, every audience’s jaw dropped and my eyes almost popped out of my sockets. But she wasn’t done yet.

“ARRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH”

And soon we heard cracks, then pops and then a boom as the tree trunk (which was the diameter of a tire), exploded into a thousand splinters, unable to resist the power of her demolishing bear hug.

“OHHHHH FUCK YEAHHHHHH!” Jenna screamed with terrifying ferocity.

She then grabbed the roots with both hands, where the trunk was still intact. And then, as if doing chest flies, she pulled the roots apart, splitting the trunk longtudinally in half like how she did with the log in the VS video, in what was again, an incredible show of strength.

My bulldozer’s engine finally broke down moments later and I finally managed to pull it over my Death Line. I was so relieved. At least I matched my wife’s feat, albeit it took a longer time. No one expected us to turn the game over its head so the rules were unprepared for our feat. But logically, if we managed to pull the bulldozer over our Death Line, the stronger person should be someone who took a shorter time doing that. Jenna was the clear winner.

Jenna’s time: 30.34 seconds

Jason’s time: 48.97 seconds

Not too far off, considering how insanely superhuman my wife had become so I was relieved. Jenna was proud of me too as she scrambled over to shower me with kisses.

“Thanks for doing this with me babe! We are both invincible! I love you!” she said.

“I love you too babe,” I said as I kissed her forehead.

As the cameras flashed, went into a front double bicep, before going into a couple’s posedown, our muscles ripped and pumped from the feat of strength just now, showing the world the true power of a Mr and Mrs Everest.

[keitaro]

Omg just awesome i think that jennas hubby is screwdup becauhe he know that he cheated nit just his wife but also a superhuman .. i hope thts jenna will punish him somehow. And maybe in the future she sill be chalenged more by olympian guys ahd she broke every rekord :3 .. and maxbe she will grow even little bit more and they found that even bullet cunt hurt very much her muscles hehe

[UnholyDk1103]

Oh yes! This is absolutely the best!   Can't wait to see more.

[HumanPersonBeing]

Between the crucifix pose in the last chapter and the javelin and mantis poses in this one, I'm learning a lot of bodybuilding poses that I, as a muscle fan, probably should have known by now.

Anyway, Jason and Jenna's relationship is oddly sweet and the feats of strength are hot.

[Apley44]

Chapter 18

The next few months passed by uneventfully. Jenna and I were spending most of our times working out, in preparation for the next Olympia, and having sex. We were putting on pound after pound of muscle. I tried to close the gap on Jenna’s progress, but she was always growing bigger everytime I tried to catch up. Still, with the many months of being together with Jenna, and not being in contact with Amanda, the secret crush on her just faded and I was happy to just forget about the cheating episode months ago. Anyways, Alessa practically lived with us too. She was now a fucking mass monster, and she was already as huge as we were when we were in last year’s Olympia. She competed in many more bodybuilding contests and she just dominated each one. It had gotten so easy for her, that in the Arnold Classic, instead of competing against the ladies, she profusely requested a wildcard to compete against the men. They eventually relented, and even then, Alessa pwned every single one of those male bodybuilders. Standing next to those men, she was more symmetrical, more massive, wider, taller and more striated than any of them. She was just too huge and ripped. None of them were a match for her. And undoubtedly, in my books, she had surpassed Amanda Watts as the 3rd best bodybuilder in the world, behind me in 2nd and of course, Jenna, which I think was number 1.

Alessa’s latest measurements:
Weight: 375 pounds
Height: 6 ft 7 in
Chest: 73 inches
Waist:  30 inches
Arms: 28.5 inches
Thighs: 42 inches
Calves: 28 inches

She was getting more gorgeous too. We were having threesomes with her almost every night. Imagine me, how lucky I was, as the 2nd most muscular human in the world, to be sleeping and banging the 1st and 3rd most muscular human beings day in and day out. But other people were noticing Alessa’s beauty as well.

“Mama Mia! Look at me! I’m so…ripped!” she bragged to herself in the Arnold Classic pump up room, doing a most muscular pose to boost her adrenaline. “Ohhhh fuck yeah!”

“Fuck yeah indeed! Oh my God, you look amazing!” said a male voice behind her.

That was when the eventual first runner up for men’s bodybuilding of the Arnold Classic, James Anderson, came up to her to chat her up. He was huge in his own right, and he even qualified for the Olympia (which means I would be competing against him). He was young – 21-years-old but he already had the body of Ronnie Coleman or Jay Cutler. Definitely a man to look out for in the future.

Anyways, they went and had a one-night-stand that night. The sex was adequate, according to Alessa, but she wasn’t used to sleeping with anyone smaller than her (even though James was already one of the most muscular guys on the planet). She was almost a foot taller than him. Sleeping with him, she described, was like sleeping with a kid. Urgh…I guess she got used to Jenna and me. He tried to keep up with her stamina, but was knocked out after 1 and a half hours, compared to our threesomes where we could last 4 to 5 hours nonstop. And Alessa hated being gentle. James was a champion bodybuilder, but Alessa was in a completely different league, so her strength was phenomenal. James just couldn’t take her pounding because she was just too strong and powerful in bed. And his wiener, couldn’t even to make it to half my size. So that was the end of that affair for Alessa.

Shortly after that, Jenna and I celebrated our anniversary. It had been a while since we did so, with everything that had happened in the past year. I wanted to surprise her so I pretended not to notice the special day and just went on our daily routines as usual. But when she came back in the evening with the groceries, she was treated to a very special dinner. I decorated the dining room with some scented candles, roses and darkened the lighting to make it a bit more romantic. I grilled some steak, which was a huge gesture because I had never really done it before so I was proud of myself.

“Happy Anniversary Jenna,” I greeted.

“Oh wow! You remembered, babe! You did all this?”Jenna asked, struggling to contain her awe.

“Yes, what do you think?” I asked, patting my wet hands over the apron that was draped over my otherwise naked body.

“It’s perfect. And did you cook that?”

“Yeah, rib eye steak. Rare just the way you like it. With that special sauce you loved from Fraser’s Steakhouse downtown, our first date. I tried to imitate the recipe as much as I can, so I hope its up to par.”

“Awww this is so sweet,” she wrapped her hands around the back of my neck, unhooking the apron so that I was now fully naked. She then stripped off her undersized shorts and crop top as well, showing off her body just the way she liked: nude. “Mmm…a kind, loving, caring man, with biiiig, stroooong muscles, and he can even cook! What did I do to deserve you?” She leaned in for the kiss, her perky breasts pressing against my chest, and I could feel my erect cock stroking her clit.

“Mmm, seems like Poseiden is excited…first we eat, then we fuck,” she teased.

“Oh I have one more surprise.” I reached for a shelf to reveal a wine bottle wrapped in a shiny red ribbon.

“Wow! Pinot Noir! It’s been years since I last drank them,” she said happily.

“Not just any Pinot Noir. This is Chateau Burgandy, from the village that we went to during our first vacation together. You said it’s the best wine you’ve ever tasted in your life.”

“Oh my God, you remembered! How did you get it? The vineyard doesn’t sell their wines outside of France.”

“I asked around, and I was quite lucky I got them on the line. They managed to ship a bottle over. I even got Pierre on the line, you know, that tourguide. He’s retired now but luckily I still had his number.”

“Wow babe! I can’t believe it. You went through so much trouble. I love you so much!”

“I love you too babe!” And I kissed her. “It’s just that so much has happened in the past year or so, ever since we met Dr Kingston…and then we were separated for a year because of that project, and when we do see each other, we were too busy for the Olympia, and then less than a month later, we have to go our separate ways with all the photoshoots and modelling gigs…it’s like we hardly see each other. And I just missed you,” I explained.

“Awww…I missed you too,” Jenna said, trying to hold back tears.

“Well, it’s funny that you only realise you truly love someone, once that person is gone.”

“Oh babe. I was never gone…it’s just we’re apart for a while, that’s all. But I get it, it was tough, for me as well. I thought about you every day. C’mon let’s eat, before I cry and lose my appetite.”

As we tasted my dish, I wasn’t sure if she liked it. But it was fine to me. The Fraser sauce was missing something, obviously, because it was the steakhouse’s secret weapon so it was a bit hard to emulate. I had to guess the recipe based on what I tasted in the sauce. But it wasn’t too hard to swallow, because Jenna seemed to be enjoying it.

“Jason, I wanna tell you something,” she suddenly said, mid-dinner.

“Yes babe?”

“I’m not sure if you already knew this, but actually, I acted in some porn videos during my tour,” she said, a bit guiltily.

I sighed. I did know about that, and I would even say I enjoyed her porn videos. But I didn’t really know how to feel knowing that she did this behind my back. Fucking other muscular guys, albeit with much brutality, as Hector Vince would attest to. I guess it bothered me less because she was taking more pleasure in dominating them than she got when they fucked her. Obviously she wouldn’t want to hurt me like that so maybe that was why she resorted to this. But I don’t know, it was a bit messed up so I wasn’t too happy about it as well, knowing I couldn’t give her what she desired in the bedroom. It was really confusing.

“I know,” I said.

“You did? I’m really sorry babe. It’s just there was this side offer from this director, and Hector convinced me, and it was quite a lot of money and I was really curious about the whole experience. It’s just, it was a knee-jerk decision kinda thing. I just said yes, and I don’t know why I didn’t tell you about it. It must be so hurtful, I’m really sorry babe. It’s just a job, and it’s just a way to express myself. It didn’t mean anything.”

“Hey, c’mon don’t worry about it. Honestly, you were great! You looked so powerful and strong and you just crushed those men! They didn’t even stand a chance! You were like…invincible. I was masturbating all the way. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t looking for porn or anything, it’s just I missed you so I googled you and there was this popular video with you in it,” I said.

“So you’re not mad?”

“Well, I didn’t really know how to feel…I’m happy for you, but yeah I was a bit disturbed when I thought about it. But you know, I’ve forgotten all about it. We don’t have to talk about this. I knew it didn’t mean anything, so it’s all good. You have been such a great partner to me, and I have no right to be mad at you. Just that, next time, you wanna act in porn, you just talk to me first? Who knows? Maybe I can act alongside you.” I raised my wine glass and clinked on hers.

“Aww babe,” she said, sipping her wine. “But if you see my porn videos, you wouldn’t want to act in it. I can get super violent,” she laughed. “Thanks for everything, babe. I love you.”

“Love you too,” which brings me to a problem. Now that she came clean, the ball was now in my court. Should I tell her about my affair with Amanda? It was definitely more serious than her acting in porn, and unlike her, I wasn’t sure if my affair meant nothing. Well, now it didn’t, but at that time, Amanda was like the girl of my dreams. It was a serious issue.

“Babe,” I said.

“Yeah?” she said, sipping her wine again.

“Do you wanna have kids?” I asked, grimacing as I realised I chickened out in the last minute.

She stared at me, with the bombshell that I just dropped.

She bit her lip. “We talked about this before…”

“Yeah but I just thought, you know, we haven’t really had a consensus…” I said.

“The consensus was that we’d wait, right? I don’t know babe, it’s just…things are so crazy right now. The Olympia is coming up again in a couple of months, then I have this contract with Victoria’s Secret. They have like photoshoots all the time and then there’s the fashion show coming up and the swimsuit edition later on. I just don’t think now is the time. I can’t be going up on stage with a pregnant belly and all that.”

I shrugged. “But when is the right time?”

“I don’t know. Honestly, I’ve never thought about having kids. I’ve always thought bodybuilding was my life, and I would just keep competing and getting bigger and pushing my limits till like I’m 50 or something. It’s just that if someone asked me to picture my future 10 years from now, kids have never been in the picture. And even after I get pregnant and give birth, I’m not really sure if I have the time and energy to raise a kid. What’s the point of having kids, when you don’t get to spend time with them?”

“Oh. I never thought you felt that way,” I blurted.

“Okay, I’m sorry, maybe I was a bit harsh. But the reason I didn’t say anything before is that, I’m not sure if things would change. I mean, maybe in 5 years, my decision would change and maybe I feel like I want kids. But not now, babe. Who knows? Maybe if this conversation comes up again, I’ll feel differently?” she reached across the table to hold my hand, looking at me with her emerald green eyes. “I’m really happy with you right now. And I don’t wanna mess things up by talking about kids and all that. Can we press pause on this?”

I forced a smile. “Yeah, alright babe. Let’s not dampen the party. It’s a special day today.” And I kissed her hand.

[UnholyDk1103]

wow. i can't wait for the next olympia. I'm super excited to see how Amanda has now developed in the months and whether she is ready to take on the mens division or not. and of course how the golden trio has developed

[Apley44]

Chapter 19

One month before the upcoming Olympia, Victoria’s Secret (VS) was having their annual fashion show in New York. They did it earlier this year, so that they could release their line of Fantasy bikinis and posing suits before the Olympia Weekend. Jenna was invited to grace the catwalk again, alongside their angels. It was going to be a phenomenal affair, and this year was going to be different. So the three of us packed our bags and decided to fly over to the Big Apple to watch my wife strut her stuff with the most gorgeous supermodels on the planet.

It was obviously a black tie affair, so this was one of the only times I had to cover up my body. I wore a custom made tuxedo from Versace, just to fit my size. Nothing too fancy. But as a girl, Alessa had more freedom on what to wear. She wore a red low cut evening gown with a bare back, which showed off much of her gargantuan arms, shoulders, lats and traps, not to mention much of her pecs and cleavage as well. There were two waist high slits on either side of her dress, so that gave her the opportunity to show off much of her thunderous quads and gorgeously diamond cut calves, made more prominent by the 3 inch high heels she was wearing. The striations in her legs rippled every time she took a step, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her, not to mention everyone else. The dress was tight around the butt and midsection, so we could easily make out the volleyball sized glutes and chiselled abs, peeking from beneath the fabric, accentuating her sexy V-taper.

As Jenna’s guests, we were treated to front row seats of the fashion show. There, I could make out other celebrities, all of them turning to face us as we arrived. We got used to it. When you are as massive and gigantic as Alessa and me, you tend to turn heads everywhere you go. One weird thing was that I could make out the female celebrities, most of them showing off a bit of skin as well as…muscle! I saw multi-Grammy singer, Raina, with her ginger hair, sporting a rather defined arm and shoulder. Maybe not bodybuilder level, but clearly good enough for women’s Physique. Actress Kelly McIntyre, who just appeared in a spy film, not in a sexy slim figure of a gymnast, but with a set of sixpacks and Adonis belt worthy of a cross fit athlete. She was sitting just two seats away in a crop top that showed off those famous abs and I could see for myself. The movie released three months ago but she wasn’t losing those gains at all. If anything, she got more shredded. Her chiselled sixpack was now looking like an eight pack, and I could just make out the bulging vein snaking across her biceps and capped shoulders. She was jacked. A man whom I assumed was an old friend, complimeted on her body, and she blushed before flexing her arms to show it off to her friend. My eyes popped! Her arms were easily 15 inches in size, and that bicep was the size of a baseball, no doubt just as hard too. I guess women everywhere were listening to Victoria Secret’s advice. They were redefining the ideal female body. And it seemed like they succeeded. Because these ladies were packing some serious muscle mass.

Soon, the fashion show started. It was one of the most highly anticipated ones in ages, because of how VS was always on about redefining the new female body. The boy band, Danger City played their famous single, and with that the first of the angels stepped onto the catwalk. Initially, she appeared in a cloak covering most of her body neck-down. I recognised her. It was Mikaela Romanova, veteran VS angel, just turned 31, but her face was still as angelic as she could be. Just a year ago, she was in the same VS video as my wife, worshipping her body. Despite the cloak, she was still confidently strutting her way on the catwalk, her sexy emerald green eyes gazing sharply into the audience. Once she was midway on the catwalk, she ripped off her cloak and the fabric was tossed into the audience, who were frantically grabbing on to it as a lucky souvenior.

But what interested me was not that. It was Mikaela’s transformation.

“HOLY FUCK!” I swore. And I wasn’t the only one surprised as I heard gasps from the crowd. There was an initial silence, before everyone roared like the crowd in the Yankee Stadium after a home run.

Mikaela’s body was phenomenal. She was no longer the sexy, toned, slim bikini model, she was now the sexy massive RIPPED bikini model.

She was huge! Oh my God, you should have seen the cheers in the crowds. She had her hands on her hips, flaring her monstrous lats into a dynamic V-taper that would put Phil Heath to shame. It was so amazing! Her barefeet, walking on tiptoes to accentuate the beefy calves and thunderous quads, each striation rising and falling with every confident step she took.

As she walked, there was a montage on the background, with a voiceover monologue by Mikaela on her experience as a VS angel, transforming her body in the past year. I saw my wife’s coach in Kingston, Grace Whelon, counting to about 15 reps as Mikaela did a set of bench presses, the barbell easily weighing 400 pounds in total.

“I want to inspire every woman around the world, that no matter what you do, as long as you set your eyes on it, you can achieve anything. I wanted to be huge and muscular, to redefine the ideal female body, and today, I have achieved it. I felt strength, and I felt power. You can too!”

It was then that Mikaela reached the front of the catwalk and it was then that she started showing off her real muscle. She was wearing a tiny green Fantasy bikini, with its brassiere lined with milk coloured pearls and emerald gems that really brought out her eyes, but most importantly, brought out her physique. Until a year ago, she was a bikini supermodel, but now, her posing was equivocal to that of a champion bodybuilder. She first slid into a side chest, her massive slabs of pectoralis muscles hulking out to about 6 inches in thickness as she flexed, veins on her beefy arms throbbing. She then extended her arms to show off a side tricep, and you could see she wasn’t holding anything back, flexing hard to show off the best possible lobster-clawed tricep and pumpkin-striated deltoid she could show. With that side view, I could also take in the full thickness of her thighs and bulging calves.  Until a year ago, she was a bikini supermodel, now she had the body of a champion bodybuilder that could easily destroy the likes of Amanda Watts and Iris Kyle.   

It was then that the screen showed her full measurements:

Mikaela’s measurements:
Weight: 340 pounds
Height: 6 ft 5 in
Chest: 69 inches
Waist:  29 inches
Arms: 27 inches
Thighs: 40 inches
Calves: 27 inches

I gasped when I saw the measurements. She was bigger than any bodybuilder in history, male or female! She was definitely bigger, much, much bigger than Ronnie Coleman, Arnold, Jay Cutler, Shaqeel Nelson or Amanda Watts. Her symmetry was phenomenal. Her definition and conditioning, flawless. Her muscle mass, humongous. She could go up to the Olympia stage next month and beat both the male and female competition hands-down. A physique like that could only be achieved by…

…protein C-20.

Jenna must have given Dr Scott’s number to VS. It all makes sense now, how on Earth that such petite looking supermodels could turn into ripped bodybuilders in less than a year. It was the protein. It was amazing. They really were redefining the ideal female body.

As Mikaela turned to show off a 3/4 back pose, I couldn’t take my eyes off one of the most beautiful backs I had ever seen on any human being. Every bulge, every deep-cut, every striation on every inch of her massive boulder-like delts, latissimus dorsi, trapezius, rhomboids and teres muscles was utter pure perfection, further enhanced by her flawless posing. I wish I could feel her back more than anything in the world. And she knows it. She teased the audience. Tilting her head back in a gorgeously flirtateous smile, and then a wink that could melt the South Pole, she strutted her way backstage, her rock hard bowling ball sized glutes rippling with every raised toe-step, as her shredded hamstrings tapered perfectly into her knees, before expanding again to two well defined heads of each of her gastrocnemius muscles, and tapering again into a pair of beautiful ankles.

The next supermodel was the young blonde bombshell Bianca Pjanic. Also appearing in a cloak, she had a more sexier appeal. She had that beautiful cold stare in her saphhire blue eyes, and when she flicked away her cloak to reveal her massive musculature, she took the extra mile to rip off the fabric like a piece of paper, the muscles in her arms rippling as she did so.

Her tiny blue bikini pushed up her ample tits but still made a tremendous effort to maximise her muscle presentation. Her best part was her abs. Oh my god, I could tell she wasn’t flexing but that was enough to win any abdominal contest, showing off a set of eight packs, obliques, serratus and ribs that was sculpted to perfection. No sculptor in history could recreate her abs because they would not be doing her any justice. She was her own artist. And her body was her canvas. Which she clearly stated in her voiceover monologue:

“I loved art since I was a little girl. I used to carve wooden toys and make sculptures in school. But now, I am working on a different artwork: my body. I am like an artist and my body is my greatest masterpiece. Every muscle, every striation, every vein is like a piece of marble that I have to sculpt to perfection. Now, I did, and it is time to show the world my body, my artwork. My muscular masterpiece. Filled with power. Filled with strength. Test me. And you will regret it.”

And with that the montage ended with her in MMA training, punching a hole in a brick wall as if to prove the point in that last line on her monologue. As she reached the front of the catwalk, she twisted her torso into a sexily seductive abdominals pose. It was like she knew her best part was her abs. She looked so confident, and so magnificent. Every inch of that midsection just provokes both fear and admiration at the same time. Anyone punching that torso, would easily be breaking every bone in their hand. And the montage showed it very clearly. She was doing a set of bicycle crunches, with Coach Grace Whelon counting reps (in the montage Bianca was at her 400th rep and still going strong, with a fiery determination in her eyes). She was flexing her abs in another montage scene just like she was doing here, but this time, Grace was swinging a metal baseball bat onto Bianca’s midsection with all her might. Bianca did not flinch at all, but the bat was bent almost to 120 degrees. Such was the power of Bianca’s eight pack on display to us on the catwalk right now.

But she wasn’t just all abs. Her entire musculature was equally magnificent. She looked like another Alessa, or Jenna, the time she won the Olympia.

Bianca’s measurements:
Weight: 350 pounds
Height: 6 ft 6 in
Chest: 71 inches
Waist:  33 inches
Arms: 27 inches
Thighs: 41 inches
Calves: 27 inches

Don’t be surprised by her waist. 33 inches can be thick for some, but those are bodybuilders with bubble guts. Bianca’s waist of 33 inches was purely made up of muscle. Her eight pack was so thick, they added many more inches to her waist size. Don’t underestimate her waist, because despite the width, she made up for it with her massive cobra-hooded lats that brought about a killer V-taper. She did a front lat spread and I swore, her lats flared like a foot wide laterally on each side. If that wasn’t enough, she even had time to demonstrate her sensuality. She pointed her bare right feet forward, tightening her leg to flex the gigantic quads and calves in her possession. She then bent forward to touch her foot, and then running her hands gently up her leg and thighs, tempting us with the amount of muscle mass and definition in her legs and thighs, all this while smirking at us with her flirtatious blue eyes.

The next one was another young blonde bombshell, Courtney Whitney, who just turned 22. But what she didn’t have in age, she compensated in muscle mass because out of the dozens of angels that revealed their bodies that night, when she removed her cloak, it was clear she was the most massive of all. I shall jump straight into her measurements:

Courtney’s measurements:
Weight: 385 pounds
Height: 6 ft 11 in
Chest: 75 inches
Waist:  32 inches
Arms: 30 inches
Thighs: 43 inches
Calves: 30 inches

Those measurements were INSANE! Courtney was bigger than Alessa, and she was bigger than Jenna and I when we won the Olympia. She definitely had great genetics to achieve this size with less than one year of weight training. But she worked her ass off in the gym as well. The montage showed her signature determined grunts as she lifted huge amounts of weight. There was her doing concentration curls with 150-pound dumbbells in each hand, Coach Grace Whelan pushing her to reach her 20th rep. Then there was Courtney doing a clean-and-jerk weightlifting workout, with technique reminiscent of Olympic level weightlifters. In the montage, she was lifting 1100 pounds (about 500kg), with flawless technique, which kind of broke the men’s weightlifting world record. If you have seen a Victoria Secret model, who less than one year ago was sporting a petite slim-fit physique, now lifting a world-record weight, you would not believe your eyes either. Courtney was huge, and ripped, and she had the superhuman strength to back it up. This was her monologue, and I agree, her tone was the sexiest of all.

“Me and the girls, we always work out together, always pushing each other to the limit, and I think this healthy competition actually makes us better. I want to be the best. At every weigh in, I want to put on the most muscle mass. At every workout, I want to lift the heaviest weights. At posing practice, I want to be the most muscular. I don’t care if I throw up or if I’m exhausted. I just want to get ripped. And God! Did I get RIPPED! When I found out about my measurements, I was so surprised because none of the Mr Olympias ever reached the level of muscularity that I achieved. That gave me so much confidence. I could now walk around the city not being afraid of anyone staring, catcalling or groping me because in the past it did happen. I mean people still stare now, but I know it is because they have never seen a body like mine before, with muscles as big as these. No one dares to grope or catcall anymore, because they fear me now, and what I could do to them. These muscles make me feel strong, powerful, like I could conquer the world! And I want to show my muscular body to the entire world! Ladies, don’t you want to feel like this? This is why these huge muscles are the future of female beauty.”

Not only was she the biggest, she was definitely the most playful as well. When she reached the front of the catwalk, she first showed us her biceps, a classic. Her arms broke the 30-inch threshold, and that was massive because no other bodybuilder in history has ever done that (besides me and Jenna of course), let alone with less than one year of weight training. She only flexed her right arm, her left still resting on her hips. But one arm was enough to demonstrate its magnificence. Her first flex gave us a peep of her peak, but she relaxed and flexed a second time, this time, forcing the blood into her muscle, the veins overlying it throbbing. The bicep was already the size of a handball. She stroked it with her other hand, relishing in its hardness and power. We weren’t touching it, but we could just feel its power, and her expressions really helped a lot. She looked at the bicep, then shot us a flirtatious glance at the corner of her eye, and curled her lips, as if to tease us. She shook her head slightly, then repeatedly flexed and unflexed her elbow to pump the muscle further before…BOOM!

The final flex caused the muscle to hulk out of its flesh and we could see the peak at its legendary amazement, the sharpie thick vein snaking across its flesh. Forget the handball, her arm was now the size of a volleyball. That was the biggest bicep I had ever seen in my entire life. Period. It was better than mine, and better than Jenna’s. The crowd cheered as Courtney closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if to absorb the aura of power that was emanating from her monstrously massive arm. To reward the audience, she then burst into a front double bicep, just to show them how magnificent both her biceps were. 

She then ran her hands over her abdomen, feeling all the cuts and bulges in her beautifully defined eight pack. She wasn’t flexing, I could tell, but to the normal eye, it was hard to know because even unflexed, her abs were shredded to the core. She then caressed them with her right hand, and then placed her left index finger to her lips, as if gesturing for us to be silent, like not to “wake” her abs because they were “asleep”. Yes, she was not flexing them. But it was magnificent either way. We obeyed, and the crowd turned silent. She then punched her own abs with her right fist, and we knew she didn’t hold back because of how loud the punches were, and how her arm muscles were rippling. But after a few punches, she smirked, and with such grace and elegance, she brought both her arms over her head, pointed one foot forward, and with one deep breath, flexed her midsection in a loud girly grunt.

“URRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!”

And her entire abdominal musculature hulked out. The perfectly sculpted blocks of eight packs, the tearing serratus and the twisting obliques, all showing insane levels of muscularity. There is not a single ounce of fat in her abdomen, as all of them were replaced by pure, rock-solid muscle. And this pose not only showed off her mesmerising midsection, but also accentuated the width and beefiness of her flaring lats, reminding the audience just how massive her V-taper was.

Courtney ended with a super dynamic mantis pose, which again, demonstrated the enormity of her arm size, the round blocks of muscular flesh and pumping veins popping out from her frame. She blew a kiss to the audience, which I was sure, melted the hearts of many. How can someone so ripped, so huge, so powerful, exude so much grace and elegance at the same time. The rest of the angels came out to strut their muscular bodies, and pretty soon, the VS Fashion Show had turned into a female bodybuilding show. Not that anyone was complaining. It was simply amazing to watch the unreal transformation underwent by these gorgeous ladies. Less than one year ago, they were on the same fashion show, showing off a slim and toned bikini body. Now, less than a year later, after much hard-work and dedication, they had transformed into super strong, super ripped, monstrously massive bodybuilders. VS wanted to redefine the ideal female body, from one of the slim, toned, hourglass figure to one of rock-solid, powerful, muscle mass. They did it, and they made their point with their angels. The angels of gentle grace had now turned into angels of strength, toughened by sweat and iron. Still beautiful, still gorgeous, but much more powerful and dominating.

When the last of the muscular angels went backstage, there was one more bodybuilder that had yet to show her stuff. Jenna. The acoustic music turned to modern rock as the confetti burst and the emcee introduced my wife.
Jenna appeared on the catwalk like any of the angels, but when she removed her cloak, the crowd cheered as they were greeted by the most massive human being they had ever seen in their entire lives. Courtney Whitney may be the most muscular of all the angels, but my wife was not one of the angels. She was a guest poser. And with much more training and much more experience, she was definitely bigger than Courtney.

Jenna’s measurements:
Weight: 425 pounds
Height: 7 ft 1 in
Chest: 85 inches
Waist:  39 inches
Arms: 32 inches
Thighs: 45 inches
Calves: 32 inches

The montage showed much of Jenna’s feats in the past year, from her Olympia winning physique, to her VS photoshoot in the Bahamas, to the demonstrations of strength against the World’s Strongest Men. What else can she conquer?

“I had a dream. And that dream is to be the strongest, most muscular and most powerful human being in the world. I have achieved that. But that doesn’t mean I should stop. I want to push my limits. I want to be as ripped as I can ever be. As strong as I can ever be. And I want women all around the world to follow in my footsteps. Look at my muscles! These are power. Rise, ladies, lift! Get ripped! Get massive! Own your body! This is the future!”

And as she reached the front of the catwalk, she went straight into a most muscular pose. No point keeping the audience guessing. She was here to show off as much muscle as possible. Every single vein and striation was hulking out of her frame. Her bikini was a special white Fantasy bikini, lined with white diamonds that sparkled in the lighting, making her glow like some sort of goddess. With the way she was flexing, I was afraid that the strap wouldn’t hold and she would burst out of her brassiere. Her bikini bottoms were a thong, and that way, it showed off much of her glutes, and she was flexing them so hard. They were the size of basketballs. How I wish I could kiss that ass tonight!

She went into a quad stomp, to show off one of the proudest muscles in her body, her thighs. They were huge, just unreal. So beefy and thick, yet so ripped and shredded. The fibres snaking over each other like roots of a tree. We could all make out the lines and deep cuts which defined the four prominent muscles that make up each of her quads: the sartorius, vastus medialis, rectus femoris, and vastus lateralis, each one well-defined in their own separations, signifying the inhuman levels of conditioning she had achieved. She crouched down, one leg bent, the other extended and struck a double bicep: her signature move. This move showed off her monstrous thighs, but at the same time, pumped her biceps all the way to her ears. Her biceps were huge, just like Courtney’s. And I thought Courtney’s was the best just moments ago. I take that back. Jenna was still number 1 for me. But if Courtney keeps working hard, she could surpass Jenna though. But Jenna’s biceps now were as big as volleyballs, only much harder. They could crush a shotput, which she sexily demonstrated recently in our home gym. I wouldn’t want anyone putting their skull on her elbow, or else I think she would easily crush that person’s head into a pulp. Such was the power in her biceps. She then turned around a did a back double bicep. And holy fuck. If you thought the Grand Canyon was magnificent, you had never seen Jenna’s back. The lighting made it more prominent, but every inch of every bulge and ridge was a sight to behold. Her back was easily 10 inches thick and if anyone were to put their hands in the separation between her traps, they would lose their hand into a thousand bony fragments.

Jenna was huge. Jenna was rock-hard. On her own she was a sight to behold. But what if she wasn’t?

The back of the stage lit up with confetti again as this signified the entrance of the entire VS model line-up to the stage once again. All the muscular angels, Mikaela, Bianca, Courtney, all of them strutted onto stage, proudly displaying their muscular bodies, flanking Jenna, who was at the centre. And then, to close the night, they all did a posedown. 13 muscular ladies, gorgeous as they could be, with their shredded, massive physiques, all giving the audience one final show. And that was it. I had died and went to heaven. And if there was a heaven, this would be it. 12 angels and one goddess, the most gorgeous ladies in the world with the most muscular physiques, all showing off and flexing their most prized assets: their muscles. I saw a model doing a split, sending her quads and glutes into a ripple of strength, Mikaela did a back lat spread, Bianca flexed her abs further, and Courtney did a back double bicep. It was the greatest show I had ever witnessed. Hard to believe that almost a year ago, these same VS angels were having a photoshoot in the Bahamas with Jenna, each one of them worshipping her huge muscles. Now, they had huge muscles of their own, and boy, they were surreal. Then my wife struck a most muscular pose, and that was a signal for the girls to go into their own most muscular poses as well. Each and every one of them, their monstrously insane muscles hulking out of their frames. If any movie director wanted to do justice to any comic book supervillain physique, they should look no further than this line-up of VS models. Venom, Juggernaut, Bane and Rhino, all these girls had the physique synonymous with the unstoppable supervillain. But of course, they weren’t supervillains. They were superheroines. They were angels. Gorgeous, ripped, powerful angels.

That night, I attended the after-party with Alessa. We would expect to meet Jenna and all the muscular models there. It was a black-tie event, but I felt so uncomfortable in my tux, so I said screw it and changed into my favourite clothing. Just a pair of posing trunks. Those VS models really inspired me. They looked massive. And they impressed me. I wanted to impress them too.

Alessa also gave up on her dress and decided to come in a white tiny bikini. She was as ripped as those angels so she wouldn’t look out of place as well. Only that, her high heels really accentuated her shredded calves and thighs, so she decided to wear them, unlike me, who was barefoot.

The after-party was in the hotel lounge, which was modified to include a 1-foot-tall podium in the centre of the room. There, we could see the belles of the ball, Jenna, and all 12 VS angels, proudly on display in the centre of the room. They changed into another line of bikinis, this time much simpler than the jewel laden Fantasy bikinis of the fashion show but rather, a much more regular designer thong bikini, albeit made as tiny as possible to display every inch of muscle that they possibly can. The chatter silenced when Alessa and I entered the lounge, but it continued soon after. I guess we weren’t that special tonight, despite our huge bodies, as we had 13 equally huge, equally ripped ladies showing off their massive physiques in the centre of the room.

Jenna saw us enter and immediately called for us from the podium. Here, on the podium, every VS model was on display for all to see. Guests could take pictures and talk to the models and even feel for their muscles, as long as they didn’t touch the private parts. Four bodyguards were stationed at every corner of the podium in case some pervs got too handsy. But even without the guards, no one would dare mess with any of these girls. Their insane muscles weren’t just for show. We saw their feats of strength in the montage videos. No one would dare cross them.
When I arrived, some of the models were in a relaxed pose, but some were busy flexing for the cameras. Courtney was even giving Raina and Kelly McIntyre a feel of her body, and they didn’t hold back. They were worshipping every inch of it, from Courtney’s biceps, to her pecs, glutes, thighs and abs.

Jenna jumped so delightfully like a little girl when we approached. She gave me a hug before introducing me to the models.

“Girls, I would like you to meet my husband, reigning Mr Olympia, Jason Lee! And this is my champion bodybuilder sister-from-another-mother, Alessa! She had just won the Arnold Classic, and she completely crushed the men’s bodybuilding event. No man in this world is as muscular as her, except for Jason of course. Jason is my source of inspiration!” And Jenna pecked me on the cheek. “Come on up you two! Hey, Mr Photographer, Bob right? Help us take a picture please.”

Bob then took a series of pictures as me and Alessa flexed and posed with all the VS angels. It was such a sexy sight. We were all comparing muscle sizes and how ripped each and every one of us were. I was flexing my bicep next to Courtney’s, and without a doubt, hers was bigger. And extremely hard too. I couldn’t even wrap both my hands around her arm. Such was the massive arms of Courtney Whitney. For some reason, there was a shotput lying next to the podium. Must have been placed there for some show. The shotput was designed for men’s events, 16 pounds of pure hard solid metal. She grabbed it with one hand as if it weighed no more than a baseball, and balanced it on her elbow pit, making an effort to show off the sharpie thick veins coursing over her skin. A crowd was already forming, curious to know what she was about to do with the shotput. I knew, because Jenna too, did it before. Courtney took a deep breath, letting out a sexy but powerful grunt, then flexed her arm with one uninterrupted motion. The bicep peak exploded from her beefy flesh, rippling with inhuman strength and insane power, and in barely the blink of an eye, the 16 pound metal shotput was completely crushed in between her thick forearm and massive bicep. She gave an arrogant look of accomplishment, her cold eyes meeting the audience as she relaxed her arm, letting the chunk of dented metal fall on the floor with a clunk, crushed by her volleyball-sized bicep as if it was no more than an empty soda can.

 I even got the time to exchange massages with Mikaela’s formidable back muscles. Up close, I could finally see the magnificence of it all. Her back was so ripped, that everytime she flexed, snaking veins bulged from her flesh. How ripped must you be to have a network of back veins popping out?

“Holy fuck! These are amazing Mikaela! So hard and strong!” I complimented.

“I know right! Thank you!” she smiled her gorgeous smile, her ample lips and pearly white teeth radiating pure angelic energy.

“How strong are they?” I asked.

“Well let’s just say, Coach Grace tried to smash a bowling ball onto my back while I was flexing like this, and the bowling ball broke into a hundred tiny pieces.”

“Oh my that is amazing! It must have felt good!”     

“Yes, it felt so good! I felt so strong and powerful!” she said as she relaxed, and flexed her back double bicep again, this time, the muscles rising even higher up than before.

“What’s your favourite back exercise?” I asked.

“Barbell rows! With 500 pounds, I can do 4 sets of 20. I just love them! But Coach Grace mostly ask me to do lateral pulldowns. I could do 480 pounds, 4 sets of 25. Sometimes I go for 500 or 510 if I’m feeling strong.”

“So I’m guessing you need custom made machines for your pulldowns?” I asked.

“Yes definitely! The ones in our regular gym goes up to like 300 pounds. 6 months ago, we would be working that weight, but pretty soon, it was too easy for us! At one point, I need to do like 60 reps before reaching failure. Not effective. So the company bought some custom made machines that go up to like 700 pounds. Nows that’s more of a challenge. At this rate, they would need to get new machines soon, because I’m already crushing 4 sets of 20 with 510 pounds. In a month or so, I would be lifting 700 pounds like they are nothing!”

“Damn you girls are strong! You lift even more than the Mr Olympias.”

“Oh tell me about it,” Mikaela said, eyes rolling. “I saw videos of Shakeel Nelson’s workouts. Lat pulldowns. Apologies for my language, but he was so pathetic! He was pulling like 300 pounds on the normal machines, and was already struggling by his 3rd set, with just 12 reps. C’mon, I’m a girl and I just started lifting last year! I can easily do 300 pound lat pulldowns for 6 sets of 60 reps, no problem! And he used to call himself the best bodybuilder in the world! Until you came along that is…”

“Haha! I could see, your hard work paid off!”

“I know right! I am just so ripped! Check this out,” she then proceeded to roll her shoulders slightly and twitched her back. What I saw next almost made me cum. She was flexing each and every fibre of her back muscles individually. I gasped as I felt one by one, the individual twitches and contractions of every specific bulge running down her massive back, like a snake slithering under the surface of sand dunes. If normal bodybuilders could do a pec bounce, Mikaela was now doing a trapezius and latissimus dorsi bounce. I caressed each of her back muscles, goosebumps running over my skin as I relished in her amazing show of superhuman muscle control. Such was the level of muscularity these girls had achieved.

“Don’t you just love it…it’s so sexy!” she teased.

That night, Alessa and I were lying on our King-sized bed in the hotel, waiting for Jenna to come back from the after-party. But Jenna didn’t come back alone. She brought all the VS angels!

One by one, the 12 models came through the door, although they had to scootch a bit as they were all too broad to go past the door frame. They then each did a signature flex as Jenna introduced them one by one, all of them lining up across the master bedroom.

“This is my reward to both of you, for all your support this year!” said Jenna. “Girls! Show them a most muscular!”
The girls, with Jenna in the middle, all went into their respective most muscular poses, once again, showing off each and every striation and muscular fibre in their massively ripped bodies.

“Oh my god girls, you have been flexing the whole night, why don’t y’all take a rest,” I said.

“Oh no, we love flexing our enormous muscles!” said Bianca.

“What’s the point of building such a ripped body, when we can’t show it off?” said Courtney, as she renewed her most muscular again, grunting with pleasure as she cumulated so much strength and power into her flexing.

“OOOHHH YEAH BABY! CHECK OUT MY MUSCLES! I AM RIPPED!”

Then Alessa couldn’t resist as she too jumped off the bed and went into a most muscular. She was still in her tiny white bikini so that was convenient. Despite not pumping up, Alessa was muscular enough to not need that at all. Her most muscular was equally as impressive as all the VS models who had been flexing all night.

“Now for one final show. Deep breaths ladies!” commanded Jenna.

And with that, they did one final most muscular that destroyed every other most muscular pose they did that night, because this was the ultimate one. I could see the strength and power they put in to their flex, which was unlike any other that night. This had more concentration, this had more strength, as if the entire night’s flexes cumulated into this decisive one. Some of them grunted, some of them stayed silent, Bianca even screamed, but eventually they did their job. This final most muscular pose made them hulk out so much, every single muscle in their bodies “exploded” from their frames. I swore, every single part of their body grew an extra inch in thickness, and they all looked much more massive and ripped than before. This resulted in their bra straps snapping, revealing their ample boobs and upright nipples.

“OH FUCK YEAH!”

“FINALLY, I CAN GET THESE BABIES OUT!”

Then they peeled away their thongs as if it was made of paper, to reveal their vaginas. Some of them had landing strips, some had bikini waxes, some had piercings, but all had beauty. My penis was throbbing by now. I couldn’t wait to suck each and every one of those pussies that night.

“Girls, it’s time to fuck his brains out!” commanded Jenna.

Soon, all 14 of the most muscular and most gorgeous human beings on Earth were swooning over me. I couldn’t really say what I did to deserve this, but I took this, and it was the best night of my entire life.

[wissen]

It's so hot!:)

[keitaro]

I hope for more domination! I think that these girls could rule the mans! And maybe rape some man bidybuilders   of course jenna will lead them and she will grow. Maybe it could be fun if cops dis try to stop some off them na di found out that bullet are not efectice

[UnholyDk1103]

Wow that was an awesome chapter! I am loving this story!

[HumanPersonBeing]

Too bad protein C-20 can't be sold publicly. It'd be hot to see average people grow. Sure, men would use it to try to catch up to the godesses, but, with their driven attitude, they'd never catch up. Maybe, there's a workaround for the whole copyright issue with protein C-20. Maybe they can supply it to gyms, as long as they don't sell directly to consumers. Maybe they can tweak the formula, so it's completely their own. Maybe I should shut up and let you work your magic.

I almost feel sorry for Jason, "Mr. Everest" himself, for these women not only reaching his peak but surpassing it. Then again, it is pretty hot. And he does get a muscle orgy. That lucky bastard.

[wanat]

He thinks Amanda is in the past...but wouldn't he be surprised if she were to stumble on some C-20, figures out the secret, and then explodes with even more muscle.  This could cause our hero some serious difficulties!

[Jeremy Lightning]

Man, to tell you the truth, I haven't really been paying a lot of attention to this story, and I guess that's to my great detriment, but I did read the last 3 chapters and I absolutely adored them! I am a huge fan of power, otherworldly, superhuman feats of strength, and what Jenna did in the World's Strongest Man exhibition/competition was brain-meltingly hot! Then we had the Victoria's Secret angels and all of their transformations, how absolutely huge and strong they got in less than a year's time, so incredible to read, I enjoyed seeing their workout numbers just as much as their muscle size. Just some awesome writing, I am definitely going to keep my eye on this story from now on! k+!

[ame3cv62]

Like to c some young girls get  some of that c-20  that would be interesting