The Secret

[taoschild]

I found myself facing writers block today on my next novel, DnD so I just did some free writing. I suppose that's okay give I just finished a novel, Submission Training. You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login  Anyway, let me know if this strikes your fantasy and I should get back to it at some point.  Also, let me know what direction you think it should take (poll attached).
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For decades I buried the secret. You're a pervert... weird... a deviant... As much as I tried to convince myself that it was just a different taste in women, from the back of my mind a voice always arose to the surface to tell me it wasn't natural. How can you like muscular women? You're the man, not the helpless maiden. And you want her to be stronger than you - God you're screwed up.

Sure, in the animal kingdom, it was survival of the fittest.  The strongest male lion would get his brood and favor the most powerful and muscular female lioness to feed him and create stronger offspring. But with humans, it isn't that way.  You're different, you're strange, you're a deviant.

Periodically, I'd refuse my inclination and date skinny girls, with big boobs to fit in with how 'all the guys felt about women.' Something would always bring it roaring back - and each time with more fervor. A flexing calf on a biker, a fit runner, or a solitary woman in the weight room were an instant reminder of something I'd deprived. One hit from them was like the rekindling or a long lost drug -- and I was hooked.

Binging on buying Women's Physique Worlds, old ESPN videotapes, and a few "hard women" Playboy issues, I'd wear myself out admiring these women. On and on the cycle went until I decided to 'grow up' and put that part of my life behind me once and for all.

Eventually, I married a wonderful woman named Mary. She was fit but hardly muscular. With her, I continued to bury the secret of my fetish. Occasionally, I'm sure she had suspicions. Once we watched a Cirque du Soliel and I was entranced by the chiseled six-pack abs and muscular thighs of a muscular trapeze artist as they clamped onto the ribbon hanging from above.

Afterward, she asked, "you were really amazed by that woman weren't you?"

"It was just cool how she could cling to that ribbon and then drop and stop on the dime."

She laughed, "I would think you had a crush on her if it weren't for all of her muscles. I like the fit look, but I mean really. It was too much wasn't it."

My cheeks flushed crimson so fast I could feel the heat cascading off of them. "Maybe a little," I confessed, feeling nothing of the sort. I watched her double-take and preyed the conversation would end. Thankfully it did, but I knew she was suspicious. She joined the gym and firmed up the next weekend so in the end, maybe it was a good thing.

For years the status quo held. We had kids and work was exhausting and I figured the urge was gone. Sure, I squeezed her tight ass imagining they were as big as pumpkins, and kneaded her chest feeling for the muscle when we made love - but doesn't every guy have his favorites? Slowly, she became more muscular too, but she hardly approached anything more than bikini class. Still, she was a beautiful woman and we got along great so I had no complaints -- even if she never met my fantasy.

We had kids who after endless recitals, sporting events, and graduations grew up and left the house. Suddenly, I had some time on my hands. Idle hands make for the devil's work and the need returned. What made it far worse was Felicity.

Interviewing for secretaries, I'd found the one I wanted to hire. Her credentials were impeccable and she came with perfect references. Unfortunately, there was one more woman who showed up so I felt obligated to interview her. As my outgoing secretary, Jean left to bring her in I fished for her paperwork.

"Miss, Felicity Jones to see you, Sir," Jean announced. My head was buried in the candidate's resume, giving it only a cursory review since I'd all but decided to hire the previous candidate.

"Go ahead and sit down," I murmured as I noted on her resume she was twenty-five but hadn't any real experience as a legal secretary. I almost told her no before we started but as she drew into my field of vision I froze. Taut, tanned calves that more resembled works of art, than a body part, graced her form and were encircled by a fashionable brown leather shoe strap. Her calves were far bigger than those of a biker and had clearly been carved out by endless repetitions in the gym. They popped and flexed as she headed toward the chair. As my eyes scanned upward to her it was almost uncomfortable to look at hamstrings and thighs because they were 'in your face huge.'  Pushing out beneath her almost Victorian tiny waist at taupe tan skirt at severe angles her thighs looked as big as oak trees. Striations popping across the thick cords of muscle chased away any idea that it might be fat or she was big-boned.

"Hi, I'm Felicity," she chimed in a deep but lyrical baritone voice. As she held out her hand my eyes nearly popped at seeing her thick forearms streaked with blue veins from her muscularity. Hesitantly, my hand reached out and we shook and instantly pain laced through me at the firmness of her grip. Immediately, my cock, as if echoing the shake, began to bulge in need.

Vaguely, I noticed she had piercing green eyes beneath the whisps of autumn-colored bangs which hung down low caressing her cheeks, but I couldn't focus on them. There was just so much girth to take in that I felt like a kid taken to a candy shop for the first time.

"I'm uh...uh...uh."

"Jim?" She finished with a smile.

"Yeah, Jim," I said. "You have a strong grip there."

"Thanks, they say a firm handshake is a must and I've worked enough in the gym to get one," she laughed.

"I can see that," my cheeks heated as I drank her in. I... I... I see your new...new...um...to the...um..."

"New to the industry?" I nodded and wiped my mouth before any drool began to form. "Yes, I've been powerlifting since I finished college, actually even during college, but being a trainer simply isn't paying the bills. Since I've switched over to bodybuilding, even though I'm now pro, there really aren't adequate financial rewards for the women. I think there's a bit of sexism at work there. Anyway, I'm talking too much, but the point is I'll work hard if you give me the job, and your generous offer of 60k a year would fill my needs."

"Yes," I whispered, my mind in a haze staring at how the push of impossibly high swelling pecs tented her white blouse, pressing the sting of her nipple against the material. Everything about her was as if she were the embodiment of my wettest of dreams. With a simple twitch, cords of throbbing pumped flesh expanded and danced. Each of her slightest movements demonstrated her power and size. Even through the blouse, I could see that her pecs were better developed them most male bodybuilders.

She smiled, knowingly, catching the direction of my stare. As if on command, striations shot out from the center of her thick chest and her nipples pressed harder against the flimsy material. "If I could get 100k, I could get even bigger and maybe win the Olympia."

"Okay, 100k" I heard myself whisper, entranced by the movement of her chest and her skin-splitting peaks on her biceps.

It didn't take a genius to realize that I was at her mercy and Felicity was clearly quite bright. She rolled her sleeves back over her shoulders to show me more skin. She unveiled cannonball-like capped shoulders and gave me a wink.

"Is it just me, or is it hot in here?" she asked.

"Hot..." I breathed my brain hazing over as she flexed her biceps back and forth. I watched as the muscle inflated like a balloon.  Veins danced atop her shaking biceps while glistening beads sweat of sweat slid down the mighty ripples producing an almost shimmering effect.

"If, I get the job could I wear tank tops until the heat thing is fixed?"

"Yes," I declared as if it were a new office policy.

"Okay, so one hundred thousand, lunch breaks to workout, and I can come back after lunch in my gym clothes?" she smiled. I nodded. "Where do I sign?"

"I'll draw up the documents and bring them by your place. Leave your address with my secretary. I'm a bad man.

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[taoschild]

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[ArkhamAsylum]

This first chapter is a great set up. This story can definitely go in a lot of interesting directions. A direction that isn't listed in the poll, but that could be interesting is that Mary finds out and, not wanting to lose her husband because she loves him, starts to seriously work out, in an effort to become bigger and stronger than Felicity. This leads to Felicity doing everything she can to grow bigger and stronger than Mary. This leads to a competition between the two women for Jim's affections, who is torn between his wife and Felicity, as both women continue getting bigger and stronger. There could also be one or more (physical) confrontations between Mary and Felicity as they want to prove that they are more muscular and powerful than their rival. I got this idea when I read Jim's musings about survival of the fittest and the concept of 'alpha' animals, like the lions that are mentioned. Keeping this in mind, it would be interesting if this story is about two alpha women trying to prove their physical dominance as they want to prove to Jim (their mate) and each other that they are the ultimate alpha. But this is just an idea that I have. I'm sure this story will be great no matter what direction you take it in.

[Sounder9-]

To add to ArkhamAsylum's suggestion he could also have to workout in order to not raise suspicions (i.e late nights arriving home, not feeling up to his wife's advances, etc). This could in turn cause him to simultaneously motivate the wife to hit the gym, Felicity to become his "personal" trainer and for some eventual (possibly hilarious, sexy) confrontations.

[taoschild]

Interesting ideas. I guess there could be a way to put some of these options together as well.  Anyway, I've been working on the 2nd segment and will likely drop it here this week if there is continued interest.  Thanks for the ideas gentlemen.

[ArkhamAsylum]

No problem. I look forward to what you come up with.

[blkxltng]

Really nice beginning to the story. I have no doubts the next chapter will be great as well

[jhunter]

Interesting so far, and the poll seems to indicate breaking things to come. Keep it up.

[Sounder9-]

Glad to be of help.

[wowser1016]

I like the start and look forward to whatever direction you decide. As far as your poll is concerned, I personally favor number 3 where Mary works to become stronger than her husband although unbeknownst to him. The first two ideas in your poll have considerable merit as well and I would not be against those choices although I would prefer number 1 over 2. Choice 4 could be acceptable but not of much interest to me and I am totally against number 5. So, to recap my choices in order: 3, 1, 2, 4 but not 5.

[taoschild]

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. Here is a little segment if you're up late after the family leaves and looking for a little something to read.
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I couldn't get Felicity out of my head. Long suppressed feelings surged through me clouding my judgment and giving me a single-minded focus. My internet searches in my off-hours were strictly for muscular women. I cleared half of the floor of all other personnel and moved her desk right outside my glass office window and treated myself to an almost voyeuristic fantasy display as I watched her work. Sometimes, I have to admit, my hand would find its way beneath my pants while I watched her.  When she reached up and fiddled with her hair while she was thinking, her bicep peaks bulged, radiating a sense of power that delivered electric shocks throughout my frame.  Everything about her was near perfect. Tanned to perfection, she almost seemed photoshopped, to a level of beauty no human could attain. I was literally consumed by her muscles and over the months she continued to grow.

Each day after lunch she'd return drenched in sweat, causing the Lycra of her sports bra to cling to her mighty chest, pecs full D-cups of solid unyielding muscles pulse, and her back swell outward. Her dress code was entirely unacceptable for the workplace but for me with Felicity, less was more. Her workout clothes covered her muscular arms like a second skin, allowing me nearly unfettered viewing of the exquisite, jagged lines of her muscularity. Fewer clothes provided better viewing of her deeply tanned skin and the way her tendons moved under her skin, the way veins pumped blood into the thick muscle.

My long hiatus from muscular women had ended with a bang and I was hooked and sucked into the rabbit hole of arousal. When I could muster the confidence, I'd go outside and ask her a question about a client or something. Anything to be near the work of art that was her body. Everything about her from her aroma to her beefy mounds of muscle oozed sex. Raw, brutal sex. Even though I was her boss, I shook in her presence like a naughty schoolboy confronting a strict professor. My pep talks before I saw her were washed away in the aura of her power and beauty. I chalked my behavior up to the years of denial of my secret, but even as I got to know her better my paralysis in her presence seemed to grow worse. Perhaps it was because she was growing too. She announced each major accomplishment with pride, unaware of the visceral way in which it affected my body.

"My biceps have gained two inches in the past six months!" Explosions went off in my brain and I found myself wobbling on my feet.

"Really?" I gulped.

"Yeah, from sixteen to eighteen inches. I'm up with the big girls now. They'd better watch out at the Olympia this year, Felicity be a comin' to win and she's not going to take any prisoners," she laughed in a throaty way. Could you take me as a prisoner? I'd go willingly.

"It certainly looks like it." I nodded. She kneaded her bicep lovingly in a fashion that set me off. Casually, I crossed my legs to hide my growing erection. Her words alone inflamed me now, but her vibrant, powerful muscles and the way she caressed them was just too much.

Everything about her looked bigger, stronger, and even the way she moved seemed more lithe. It was as if she were becoming a superior species altogether. She's going to smash the competition. Unfortunately, even as I was cheering her head and congratulating her in my head, somehow my thoughts would always stray. Around her I was a complete voyeur, hornier than ever, imagining what she'd be like in bed. Pushing me down, gloating over her superiority, having her way with me, and deciding on how I could best pleasure her. Riding me until she was satisfied. I'd heard stories about how female bodybuilders were VERY horny women because they had such high testosterone levels. Would she do me twice or would that be just an hors d'oeuvres for her amazing body?

One day, I touched her. I swear it was innocent, a move of practiced empathy with men and women I'd performed umpteen times over the years. In fact, it was because she was so hot that I'd avoided it up until that point. That day though, it was electric.

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[Wookey]

K+ great work

[taoschild]

One hot afternoon, she returned from her lunch break and threw her gym bag down angrily. There was such power in the toss that I was drawn to her desk like a moth to a flame. Every muscle on her body appeared pumped and her bare arms were bloated with blood. "So, how was your workout?" I asked innocently as I came up behind her.

Her lips slowly curled up in disappointment. "Honestly," she said, "not the best.  I was having trouble filling out the billing on the Thompson account and I think I carried my frustration into my workout."

She was studying a piece of paper she held in her hands as she spoke. The simple maneuver caused her biceps to flare. As always I took in every twitch in her body and noticed too that, her normally tight post-workout clothes had been replaced by a loose tank. Her garb afforded me the opportunity to study her physique in finer detail as it moved and fetched on her muscles.  A spider web of deep striations streaked across her pecs. The last remains of her female breasts had been worked away over years of heavy lifting. In its place were twin mounds of meaty pecs with a clear chasm in between that had to be, despite the lack of fat, a D-cup. A deep ravine between the muscles that must have been 3 inches deep descended the length of her chest. Stinging the material were two, proud cherry-red nipples. I tried to look away but was hypnotized by her beauty. God her pecs are huge. How much can she bench?

"You'd think that those poor weights would be sorry if you were angry," I joked. Lame.  Why can't I be my usual witty self around her?  For God's sake, you're a lawyer and after six months you can still barely form a sentence around her without stammering. "I mean, you look so strong -- you could probably bench 250." Please tell me how much you can do. It will be in my thoughts and deeds for weeks.

"Ha, well, to be honest, I used to do a little over four hundred fifty and had designs on the world record but when Rae-Ann did like six hundred I knew I needed a challenge I could win That's why I switched over to bodybuilding. I did max out on the leg press out today for a change though and my trainer sat atop it too and it wasn't much of a challenge.  But still, I just couldn't focus and so I came back early."

I looked at the clock. She'd been gone nearly two hours. Hardly early. "Let me see if I can help you then. As I hunched down to look at her document, my hand found her shoulder to try and comfort her. It was an experienced move, not designed to be sexual in any way. As I rested my hand on her hard shoulder cap though, it suddenly swelled and propelled my hand upward.

Great granite boulders warmed by her soft, supple skin were unlike anything I'd ever felt. My initial reaction was like being struck by a cattle prod and I found myself unable to move. Power radiated from her and a cascade of striations arose beneath my hapless fingers. 

When I realized that her response had been inviting rather than defensive the world seemed to speed up and my body reacted. Slowly, a sensation perforated my hand starting with pinpricks and eventually rising to an electric storm. My brain shut off momentarily and all that the world was her hardness, her strength, her muscle, her desires. Whatever she wanted I would be at her complete whim. She bit her bottom lip whether from consternation or knowing power I wasn't sure. 

I caught the scent of her minty breath before my brain could decipher her words. "Could you rub my shoulders?  They're quite sore." She cooed. My fingers twitched against the hardness and did all they could to penetrate into what felt like corrugated steel.  As my cock throbbed shame wormed its way through me but my physical desire won out over the guilt. I was overwhelmed, nearly paralyzed, and left helpless before her.

"Harder," her deep voice commanded and I found my hands, against my own will, complying immediately.  A tingling feeling as if recovering from a dead arm eventually made its way through me as she relaxed.

"Thanks," she declared, dismissing me as a queen might to her servants.  "I needed that with all the stress. Don't worry, boss, I'll figure this out." Rolling her shoulders blades back so her enormous back pushed against the material my eyes finally unlocked their steady gaze on her shoulders and pecs and panned to a different body part.

Slowly, my senses flooded back to me in flashes like a lost memory and I let go of her mighty muscles. Even as I did so my hand twitched in regret. "Um, okay... I'm glad you got this," was all I could manage. Hesitantly, I backed away and she called to me.

"I hope you wouldn't mind using those magic hands on me again after my workout tomorrow." I'm helpless.

[Jaguar]

Great story so far.  I'm anxious to read more!

[wowser1016]

WOW!  I like Felicity! Cannot wait for tomorrow's post workout.

[crow004]

I'm loving this story taos! The slow build-ups and subtle flirting like this makes for a sizzling read.