Adam Kent just couldn't seem pull his eyes away from the long skinny veins protruding on Melanie’s two noticeably muscular, buff arms. She had that perfect strong fitness-contestant look throughout her medium-height body, and a sexy six-pack (which he couldn't see now), chiseled into her after her years cheerleading with the Dallas Cowboys. She had finally relented into confiding in him some time ago, one night before bed, that her years of cheerleading had taught her two things: to always take care of herself and how she looked, and to always keep herself looking beautiful no matter what. As a result, she was always a perfect waterfall of long, moussed chocolate hair and eyes, a confident wide smile showing her effervescent personality, a set of perfect, straight, Ms. America teeth, and eyes perfectly eyeshadowed. With her current level of muscle tone, the bulge and squareness in her shoulders, she looked like a true hardbody indeed, strong and overflowing of energy, like if she was ready at any moment to dash 100 meters straight and easy on her flexing, trained quads and calves just waiting for the starter pistol. Her shoulders-out physique would take you by surprise if you weren't expecting it, and frequently took Adam by surprise on those late nights when he wasn't thinking, his mind for some reason expecting a normal girl to walk through the room when he got Melanie's body instead, and wrapped as it was now in the tight corrugations of her red and yellow summer dress almost nothing was left to Adam's piqued imagination twelve fourty-five on this hot Tuesday afternoon.

How he had, in their chance meeting as singles in front of the lettuce at The Knight's Buffet, the day of November 7th, 2009, when he looked up and saw her standing beside him in high pumps, and started babbling something his mind knew was stupid, stumbling over his own st- st- stuttering tongue and tripping over his awkward advances at conversation, how he had, when his usually composed self had been frozen solid by her look, by her smell, by her eyes, how he had, somehow--it had to've been by the luck of cupid's arrow--somehow succeeded in convincing her into letting them eat together, then seemed to make her laugh so easily, then got her number (which she gave with that warm, signaling smile which means "smile, you did something right"), then earned another date, then another, then another, and then in the natural progression of things took her down the aisle of the neighborhood's St. Luke's Catholic Church on a white Sunday morning is something he still sometimes doesn't fully fathom today.

She fanned and spread out a fresh checkered tablecloth on the first of the picnic tables with her wedding ring flickering like a golden star on her finger. What he could soak in of her body he made sure to enjoy: a look of her bicep here, a look at her legs there. And her legs were beautiful. It made sense. When she met him she told him explicitly she loved to run long distances, and ever since then he noticed she often jogged on the gravel following the old McDonald train tracks and grasslands on the west side of town when cutting. When he came home and her sweats and New Balances were gone, he knew exactly where she was and where to find her. And through it all, all her intense training, her genetics were that she had was always been able to enjoy holding onto almost all of her natural size breast where other girls in her class had implants. Breasts ran in her mom's side of the family. He looked at them. Many cold nights they kept him warm and accompanied, were playfully shaken in his face on his birthday, or were kept away from him when they were in the middle of a fight.

One thing Adam had to get used to in being with Melanie were the looks every place they went. Her muscles, what had attracted him to her, also seemed to attract the attention of the boldest and weirdest people. They were always asked about, always prone to the most unusual questions and conversations which usually ended up with her either lifting something, lifting up her shirt and showing her abs, armwrestling or flexing a body part. Adam looked down and smiled. But Adam couldn't say he didn't enjoy it all. Honestly, just thinking about it now was making him hot.

“I want my present” he murmured under his breath, looking at Melanie and getting more and more frustrated that he couldn't leave the grill even though there were so many other men at the party.

When Adam saw Melanie smile it was like seeing her white, radiant, perfect smile again for the first time. She was mingling with the many guests wandering, laughing, and socializing at the party. She began opening pickle jars, and her beautiful biceps bowed outwards strongly as she popped opened the jars with ease. She was talking to an expectant couple at a table and amazingly none of the jars interrupted her flow of conversation. A bald man in a dark beret and a walrus-style mustache was red from struggling with a jar and finally stopped and awed at Melanie as if she was a myth, like Bigfoot or the Loch Ness Monster. Seeing him, she turned and smiled and in one pop opened the man's jar, laying a fresh, wet, crisp dill across his hamburger for him.

The pregnant woman seemed not able to tear her eyes away from Melanie’s physique as much as Adam couldn't. She asked curiously if she could just have just one feel of a bicep. Melanie, saying she was flattered, smiled and curled an arm for her. Her bicep rocketed to the sky and the woman took more than a quick feel generously poking and squeezing the tip. "Wow, George! feel this thing! It's as hard as a rock!" she said.

"Now I'd better be," Melanie laughed back, "I'm dieting down for a show right now." She curled her second arm and her second bicep exploded upwards.

The woman squeezed underneath Melanie's bulging triceps, seeming to half paying attention to her own words. "Dieting down? Now what's that?"

Melanie bent down the tip of her dress and flexed her chests until they were hugely separated. A hand came to feel them. "It's when you severely restrict your carbohydrates like breads and pastas and things like that and up your cardio hoping that in the end it'll bring out your muscles more."

She went around Melanie to check on her back. "Oh, so that's why you look so good!"

Melanie laughed spreading her mountain range of a back wide, "Yep, you caught me. It's the only way to be competitive and to win the Classics."

The pregnant woman returned Melanie's front. Melanie relaxed her now semi-pumped muscles. "The Classics? Is that what they call the show you're entering?" the woman asked.

"Mmmhmm, it's invitation only. Some shows are, but since I won Vancouver last season, I was invited to compete. If everything goes as planned, these muscles of mine should be hard as a rock the day of the show! I'm shooting for under two percent."

"Two percent body fat you mean...?"

Melanie nodded.

"Wow, that's just incredible," the pregnant woman said. She wished Melanie good luck and Melanie said her thank you.

"I think it's so inspiring how you keep yourself in such beautiful shape! I was looking for something to get me back to normal after the baby comes." She turned to her husband, hand still on Melanie's abdominal wall of a stomach. "George, after the baby I'm going to get myself into this kind of shape, okay? And compete. It'll be something to do at the very least. You said anyone can compete right, Melanie?"

Melanie nodded. "Yeah, if you really want to compete there's a lot of shows out there for women starting out just like you. I'll train you."

An excited smile grew on the woman's face and she rubbed over her distended stomach thoughtfully. Her husband looked uneasily at Melanie and her physique. All he had said was a very nervous "Yes, dear" and nervously shifted his collar.

Melanie excused herself from the conversation then and went off. Adam looked back down at his hamburgers, having lost his only interest: his wife. The patties sizzled and snapped from the grill. He wedged his spatula under one and flipped it over, pressing down on it hard until a flame flared up from under the rack.

Someone poured water from a cup to kill it. It was Melanie. “Only you can prevent forest fires, dear,” she joked playfully and laughed. He felt her two hands slither up the inside of his shirt and on his skin felt her cool wedding ring and her warm fingers slowly trickle down his chest.

"So... your wife's been getting a lot of compliments on her body today," Melanie said to Adam with a beautiful smile.

Adam turned. "Really, from who?" he asked, playing the dumb card.

"A lot of people. I may even have a new client to train."

Her strong hands were holding his back now.

"And she needs to," Adam said, "she's absolutely strong and gorgeous." Melanie smiled and they rolled into a kiss. She allowed him to feel her warm, hard body for a little bit through her dress.

"So, where’s my present, Mel?” Adam asked, looking Melanie in her sweet caramel eyes. He leaned into her ear, gently brushed back her hair, and nuzzled his hardened shaft into her to show his desperation. “I can't let you leave here until I get it,” he said.

Melanie smiled, and cutely flicked some hair from her eyes. "Aw," she said, "I feel your pain," and kissed him. "But see, that's the one problem with having a strong wife, babe..." She rose onto her toes and leaned into his ear. Adam’s arms dragged up with her body. "...she's in control. You’ll just have to be patient until I'm done, okay?” She gave him one last kiss and lowered, then straightened his shirt and collar for him and smiled at her tidy work. She walked to the prep table and lifted ten stacked trays of burgers in both her hands and then, blowing him a kiss silently, she shuffled away.

"Come and get it guys! Fresh, hot burgers!" he heard her yell.

He sighed off some anxiousness, going back to staring at Melanie over the grill again. "Yeah, I wish I could come and get you, Mel...”

Before long Adam was finished grilling and Melanie finished setting up for the party. Everyone took their seats and the food began to be passed around the tables. Melanie looked around and made a final mental check that everything was done and in place, then she turned to her husband smiling and gave him the signal they had agreed on: the slightest hint of a silent nod. A wide smile grew across his face and he excused himself from the table before heading away towards the dense woods that lay only a few yards from the picnic grounds. Melanie let a few minutes pass then excused herself too—under the guise of searching for her "apparently lost" husband. “Men…” she added and rolled her eyes.

A ways into the woods she found Adam in the hammock they had set up between two trees.

"Hi there," she said coolly, smiling.

"Hi there," he returned just as coolly, smiling too.

She sauntered over to him. "And what are you doing here?"

"Waiting for someone..."

"Me...?"

"You."

Melanie bent over and returned that with a kiss. She slipped out of her sandals and pulled her entire dress over her head and discarded it off on the floor somewhere. She stood sexily with her muscles packed in only a bra and a thong, long brunette hair flowing like a waterfall down her back.

Adam shook his head. "Wow, buff and smokin hott."

Melanie replaced Adam in the hammock and he stood in front facing her. Her back leaned against the hammock mesh and her dainty, pedicured feet rested together gracefully on the floor. “Ready for the show...?” she asked smiling, her fingers twirling strands of her hair. Adam grew harder looking at his wife's total package. He nodded.

Melanie closed her eyes and tilted her head back. She took a slow, deep breath and her muscles began to expand. Her shoulders broadened and her triceps forked into horseshoes. Abs ripped out down her stomach a strong eight-pack. Her biceps became like veiny grapefruits. Her lats ballooned wider. Solid chests barreled grossly from her to overhang like pecs. Lines of muscle striation rolled when they moved. Her bra snapped and fell to the floor. Her large cable quads grew on her already long legs and pushed her legs apart. She was growing taller, stronger, better than before, and in less than a minute whatever was left of her old self was gone.

The two trees bent in under Melanie's hulking weight. Sections of the hammock's mesh snapped, inching Melanie closer to the floor. She looked behind her and smiled. Adam's member fought against his pants.

"Well," Melanie said, rising, turning, then bending into the hammock, "Let's see if you can't break-in this new body of mine properly."

Adam stood looking at the hulking mass of muscles. "I'll try my best."

"You'd better," she turned and winked. "And how do you like my new back, honey?"

It was a deep roadmap of muscle mountains. Her traps had risen to her ears and her neck muscles looked like the grown neck of a bulldog. "It's incredible, Mel!"

"So then it's big enough for you? Cause I can go bigger if you want.” Her once only firm butt was now rippling, and the heads of her calves bulged like overgrown mushrooms.

She spread her legs into a giant upside-down V and ripped away her thong, leaving herself wide open for his member. “Ready when you are, babe."

Adam saw something slowly bead from between her legs.

"You know you're dripping, right?" Adam smiled.

"I can't help it, babe. I'm just imagining everything that you could do to me now." She gave a moan, buckling her hips. "Get over here!"

Adam ripped off his jeans as fast as he could and ran to the waiting she hulk, laying his hands on her muscle-laden hips. She felt hard and immoveable, but he felt compelled to try to pick her up anyway. Her body refused to move. “Oooo, don't strain yourself, honey,” she cooed, then flexed her butt muscles, bouncing them against his hands as he rubbed them, “It won't work.”

Adam trembled with excitement trying to position himself. His member poked around her muscled underside searching for her opening.

She reached a hand behind her and gladly guided his engorged member to her. Slowly she slid her dripping wet gates over the length of his shaft, dampening it. “Is this all you’ve been waiting for huh sweetheart?” She held his head just outside her opening. “Happy Birthday...”

Adam pushed himself inside of her to Heaven on Earth, his member fitting snugly in her insides like a glove. Slowly he began pumping to rhythm, pushing Melanie's giant but willing body forward. As he went deeper and deeper he heard her moans increase. She squeezed her pussy tight around his erect shaft, her mouth wide open, and her body quivered with pre-orgasm.

Adam began to quicken his pace, for support hooking his hands over the front of her cable quads. “That’s right,” she purred, “it’s all yours!” He pulled harder against her quads and drilled Melanie faster until he banged mercilessly against her solid hide. She tugged at his pleasure-giving wet snake and forced herself farther on his stick. Adam faltered under her weight, but with every thrust he pushed her back up again. Adam grabbed onto her breasts. Her face twisted with sweet pleasure. She squeezed every inch of her body until veins covered her girth like a roadmap.

Over the excitement, they both heard the calls of their guests.

"Damn!" Adam cursed as he slipped out of Melanie.

They went for their clothes. Adam forced his still-hard member back inside his jeans and Melanie condensed herself back to normal and wiggled back into her dress, brushing off the tell-tale dirt. After calming themselves down a bit they headed back at the party, making sure not to touch each other, still trying to steady their breathing.

Adam sat in his seat and Melanie sat in hers, next to him. She looked down and smiled sheepishly still feeling a little hott as she brushed back damp strands of hair from her forehead.

Under the table Adam felt Melanie's adventurous hand travel up his member. He looked sharply over to her. She set a finger on her closed, smiling lips. Under the safety of the tablecloth she circled his head with a finger, squeezing it and tugging at his shaft, slightly pinching it every so often, just to keep him on his toes. She worked him continuously through the last bites of conversation, Adam frequently having to force her hand away to stop himself from cumming in his jeans. Finally she just resolved to zip down his the zipper and pulled him through it, massaging his head in her tickling fingers. She took hold of him and began to stroke him up and down. She quickened her hand job, like pumping up a water gun, and before long Adam felt the pressure rising in him. He shifted in his seat.

Melanie scooted closer to him to get a better grip. She smiled and stroked faster and in hard, secure strokes up and down his member. She felt it begin to throb in her hand as she watched him try to keep down his impending load. She seductively bit her lips and began concentrating on the head with her fingers. Ready to explode, Adam tried to stand but with a reprimanding hand she forced him back down. He quickly turned towards her and she blew him a silent kiss as she felt him slowly flowing onto her hand, providing further lubrication.

She waited for a moment and began stroking him again. While pumping she bade off their leaving guests, Adam completely unable to look them in the eye, rather more speak. Still pumping, Melanie watched as the last guest rounded the corner. She took her hand off of him and exploded her body with muscle again, ripping her dress to shreds. With one hand she easily pushed Adam off his chair onto the grass and with her strength easily tore his clothes from his body. She was straddling him with his body locked between her oversized thighs. He tried to get up but she kept him helplessly pinned to the grass with one finger placed on his chest. “And where do you think you're going, little man?" She said to him, smiling, "It's still your birthday, isn't it?”