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Muscle Sex Chapter 6 - Muscle Delivery

thesabre — Sun, 04 Jul 2010 08:55:01 +0000

Muscle Sex - Chapter 6

Sarah heard the knock first, and moved with surprising agility for her new-found bulk, practically bolting like a startled deer for the front door. On her way down the short hallway, she called back to me over her shoulder, hair bobbing with her gait.

"David, you just sit tight right there, we've got to have a minute of girl talk before we come and show you - well, just show you something amazing that you're really gonna like," she finished with a smile at me and an alive, excited gleam in her eye. I heard the door open, shut, and got a glimpse of Bree's brown curly hair and her oversized, blue ski-style winter coat as my girlfriend ushered her quickly into our bedroom. For about a good fifteen minutes I waited patiently in the living room, on the couch, all the while hearing the audible yet not understandable whispers from the room, which was broken up by giggling and laughter every few phrases or so. Then, louder, girlish grunts came sweetly from under the closed door, and I had to inch closer.

"Mmmph.....mmmph....mmmph," the noises became more distinct and audible as I walked, softly, towards the bedroom door, not wanting to alert the two bodybuilderettes to my presence. I could now tell from the twinned, repetitive, light noises that both Sarah and Bree were exerting themselves, somehow. Not knowing only pushed my already heightened sense of anticipation even further - I imagined the two doing pushups in tiny, thong bikinis behind that door, and began to get extremely aroused at the mere thought of their pumping muscles seen only with my mind's eye. Suddenly the grunting stopped, and I heard a light thump, as if something had been dropped to the carpet. I scrambled quickly back to the couch and tried to look as composed as possible, crossing my leg high on my thigh to hide my beginning erection.

Sarah walked out first, and my eyes popped out slightly as I felt a familiar stirring in my crotch. Pasted to her well-muscled physique was a highplaced, small pink corset with underwired cups that cradled her breasts, cauing a clear line of demarcation from the rigid swell of her pectoral muscles with an odd bubble of flesh. Her long brown hair, down like I liked it, swung below her traps, brushing against prominent, pumped muscles with every step she took. Below the protruding cups was about an inch more of fabric and then pink lace strings that ran tight down her slightly bloated, yet tight stomach, a clear line running between the relaxed, columned abs she now posesssed, finally connecting to a matching pair of pink lace boy shorts, cut ridiculously low on her hip and accentuating the ribbed meat of her intercostals.

My girlfriend's incredibly sexy build stood out in bold relief against the tanned skin of her body, obvious muscles looking pumped up with girth-inducing blood, with small veins you had to focus on to truly notice running across the peaks of her biceps, up her shoulders, and a small spiderwebbing at the beginning of her midsection. She walked out demurely, her eyes locked on mine for my reaction, oddly battling looks of doubt and confidence on her pretty, made-up face. I smiled widely and admiringly at her after forcing my jaw to draw shut, and then all thoughts of my super-built girlfriend vacated my mind as Sarah's nineteen year old trainer Breeana stepped out from the doorway.

She looked unbelievable, my most extreme muscle-fantasy brought to life. She strode out of the bedroom, face made-up with extreme makeup like a club girl's, with her tight auburn curls tied up in pigtails with tiny flowered barrett clips. The little-girl look stopped right there, at her pigtails - Bree had large, freakishly swollen muscles popping out everywhere - she was much heavier than I remembered her, and was ripped to shreds. Her tiny, white laced-lingerie set looked both ridiculous and queerly obscene pasted on her overtly muscular, nearing male-bodybuilder's physique - broad, thickly muscled shoulders morphed into her thickly developed upper body, waffled, ridged abs, and tiny waist, to explode outwards again at the swells of her cannons of legs.

Only her small, pert breasts atop her blocky, bulging chest, fully obvious sex, and beautiful face betrayed her gender from her jaw-dropping development. My erection that had started by seeing my pumped girlfriend was now huge, concrete, and obvious. I knew it wasn't even fair to Sarah, who looked like she could easily place top three in a national level bodybuilding show, but even her impressive muscles looked like a fitness competitor's in the face of such sheer, hormone-induced unnatural bulk and freakish, razor-sharp contest ready development.

Bree's extreme conditioning and prominent vascularity were almost too much even for me, a long-time afficianado of hardcore female muscles. Veins fattened and additionally spread out in capillaries over her disturbingly paper thin, tight and taut browned skin as they ran from her powerful, tendon-laced forearms and small ankles, up her bulging, bloated arms and calves, and finally across her mountainous quads and the tectonic plates of her thick pecs and poolball-racked abs to converge in a pulsing, disturbing spider-webbing aimed at the center of her miniscule white thong panties.

"See what I mean, David? Bree's soooo jacked, so pumped up," Sarah whined, alternating looks at me with longing, wide-eyed admiration for Bree's champion's-level physique. "Look at how much her muscles stand out, how veiny she's gotten! I've got to start working out twice as hard just to try to catch up to her!" A somewhat embarrassed, yet knowing smile came up on Bree's gorgeous face, making her even more beautiful in her near-supermodel looks.

"I double-dosed again today, girl, and it really brought out these cuts and vascularity after my workout," the teenaged muscle-queen exclaimed excitedly, crunching down on her bulging side-abs, which popped out with feathered, ridged muscularity at her slightest whim.

"You're no slouch in the muscles department yourself now, you know," Bree explained with more than a hint of pride in her own superior, outrageously muscular young body, her small hands working subconsciously as she spoke, causing huge surges of meat to swell and recede in her beef-stuffed arms.

"And David, I've probably put on a good fifteen pounds of solid muscle since you last saw me! What was that, like two weeks ago? This new stuff I've been getting is fucking awesome!" Bree exclaimed, turning and raising a beef-bloated arm and suddenly flexing an impossible, eruptuous seventeen-inch boulder of diamond-cut bicep, pulsing veins criss-crossing the abnormal bulge nearly instantly, drawing yet more vascularity across her ridiculously muscular upper body.

"I told you I'd have your girlfriend jacked in no time! Now look at Sarah - She's got muscles on top of muscles!" Bree said proudly, performing an odd Vanna White kind of showacasing with her thick, blocky arms as she presented Sarah's physique to me for inspection.

I scanned her impressively solid, built physique again, slowly taking in every inch, from her bulging calves, up her bloated thighs and tiny pink boyshorts, across the pebbled landscape of her abs and corset-sheathed, melon-sized pecs, and finally her beautiful face, framed by her long hair but swept behind her meaty, thick traps. As Sarah saw the renewed amazement and awe in my eyes, my girlfriend's smile widened and actually puffed up a bit with more confidence, muscles hardening and bulging slightly as she held them rigid for me, her arms angling to the side slightly as her chest puffed outwards, her corset top tightening while her lats expanded noticably.

"Do you like what I've done to her body, David?" Bree spoke softly, watching me closely as I looked between the two massively built beauties. "I've been training her hard, like a powerlifter, and she wants muscle as badly as you do, she's been pushing her limits like noone I've ever seen," the young physique phenom continued, running one hand down my girlfriend's beefy, horseshoe tricep as she simultaneously squeezed one solid strip of corded beef on Sarah's quads.

"You should see her lifting, David," Bree whispered seductively, her hand cupping Sarah's meaty pecs and overlaying breasts, fingers extended to tweak her nipple. "Your girlfriend works out like a fucking thoroughbred beast, all to build up these big, sexy muscles for you. She's packing on mass way faster than I did when I started dosing, pretty soon she's gonna be just overflowing with massive, ripped muscles," Bree carried on tortuously, grasping Sarah's elbows and setting them into a double bicep pose, looking into her dark brown eyes with a glowing, room-brightening smile. Sarah obliged with a nervous smile of her own, somewhat clumsily flexing her powerful-looking arms until grapefruit sized wedges popped from the thick, solid bases, a double-cut biceps head gracing the top of her impressive cannons.

"I understand you're having some trouble with the money we need to keep her growing, though, David," Bree stated factually again, and pumped her own bulging monstrosity of a biceps muscle right next to Sarah's, dwarfing her solid bicep with her bulging, unnaturally large and round ball of meat. Her veins were nearly gag-inducing, thickly pulsing and spreading further to feed her freakishly sized boulders of biceps. On the edge of my feeling of disgust, however, was the feeling of being turned on to my maximum level, and my manhood reflected my id, straining against the zipper of my jeans at the mere sight of such hardcore, man-shaming muscles on a girl under twenty.

"Well, this body isn't just a pumped, iron-throwing machine, sweetie, it's also an ATM machine," she giggled, thankfully releasing her unnaturally inflating biceps flex and walking slowly behind Sarah, her hand running up her solid, corded thigh to come to rest on Sarah's abs, which pebbled up with the teen amazon's touch.

"Some people out there will pay a lot of money just to see a musclegirl get big, pumped up, huge, right in front of their eyes, David, you wouldn't believe it, hundreds of dollars just to see me get hard, ripped, and veiny, then watch me pose my big muscles for them," she finished, obviously getting excited as her statements were quick and largely run-on. With her left hand she quickly cupped Sarah's impressive bicep, gripping it strongly as if trying to dent it, but to no avail. Sarah smiled at me and redoubled her flexing effort, actually forcing Bree's hand back a little bit as her biceps swelled alarmingly with blood and resultant veins.

"Normies, just like you, who just love to see and feel what a big strong musclegirl is like," Bree illustarted by rubbing her hand across my girlfriend's cheese-grater abdominals. She pushed softly against Sarah's velvet skin, deforming her belly button as she carressed each individual block of bubbled meat on her bulging stomach.

"Guys and girls, David, you'd actually be surprised how many women worship female bodybuilders, want to be like them, or with them, and all of them with a nice fat checkbook," Bree finished, topping her statement with an insane double biceps flex behind Sarah, eclipsing my girlfriend from behind with massive, hormone-built muscles like I have never seen - with an open-mouthed grimace the young muscle monstrosity looked at both of her arms, baring her teeth and even purring deeply a bit like an animal, incredibly powerfully and sexily, as she inspected both of her massive, fully flexed meat cannons.

"The way I look at it, David, you've already gotten two free shows - that would've been $700 on the street for 3 hours of my muscles," Bree continued, dropping her mind-bending pose again and looking me straight in the eye. "$1100 if you were allowed to touch," she giggled, flexing her hammer biceps once more for my intense, wanting satisfaction.

"How big do you want Sarah to be, David? As big as me? Bigger?" the young bodybuilder was driving me crazy with breathy tones and talk of impossible muscularity - any girl, or man for that matter, much bigger than Bree would be putting someone in the superhero category, a physique so freakishly bloated and perversely muscled that it would cause traffic accidents with anyone's mere glimpse of her insane development.

Bree kneaded Sarah's prominent traps as my girlfriend suddenly flexed into a technically perfect latspread, her thick shoulders expanding, upper body thickening by nearly a foot as she spread her lats tremendously. With a smirk of powerful knowledge on her gorgeous face, Sarah's chest settled again nearly two inches higher as the granite shelf of her pecs solidified from a muscley gel into pumped, flexed concrete once again.

"She's gonna be your own personal musclegirl, David - Just like a balloon, you just keep blowing her up, expanding her to the size you want, and then tie her off," Bree persuaded silkily. "But that balloon's going to take some more money, money that you obviously don't have," I was listening, with no small amount of shame, as I was technically the one who had started this whole girlfriend muscular transformation with the first time I had shared my movies and my obsession with Sarah, and then bankrolling her incredible, enthusiastic bodybuilding endeavors. My eyes traced the bulges of Sarah's taut, cobbled abdominal wall and the rigid swells of the bottom of her thick pecs. My eyes finally reached her face after a long, thorough trip amongst her bulges and crevasses, and her large brown eyes were looking both excitedly and pleadingly into mine.

"But it could be dangerous," I began, arguing still, my head feeling fuzzy, filled to near overload at my own muscular, gorgeous girlfriend and the unbelievably behemoth, gender-bending yet melting-hot Breeana.

Bree laughed derisively. "Dangerous? These are dangerous," she gripped Sarah's unflexed, bloated biceps head, which still did not move a bit as it was stuffed with rigid, hard meat.

"And these are man-killers," the massive young miss finished, slapping her thick, canteloupe sized biceps. "You'd be crazy to try to fuck with us, David, we're as strong as a football team," Bree exaggerrated, but I didn't think by much. She stepped out again from behind Sarah, who had relaxed her amazing latspread, her arms still out akimbo a bit due to the pump in her batwing lats and constricted pec muscles.

"Come punch me Sarah, as hard as you can," she invited, while putting her hands into her auburn curls, clasping them behind her thick, bull neck, and curling inwards. The teen's stomach went from amazing to abhorrent with her flex, thick bulges of inches-thick muscle appearing in a freakishly cut up ten pack of bloated meat-bubbles. She finally raised her head from her loving look at her own uber-muscular midsection, and smiled to me, my eyes wide open at the incredible and also terrifying glimpse of her abdominal development with her powerful, girth-inducing flex. Sarah came to stand beside me as she faced her, cocking her arm for a punch.

"I want David to know we would be perfectly safe, so give it all you got Sare," Bree coaxed, and brought one arm down out of her hair, curled it into a fist, and slammed it into the mountainous, meaty bodyscape of her abs. My eyes widened a bit at the sound of her fist making contact with her distended, cobblestoned stomach - it sounded like a bat hitting an inflated tire.

"Sarah's already much stronger than you, not to mention 90 percent of the people in this city, male or female," Bree explained to me, "So if she can't hurt me, noone can," the young muscle-girl finished with a smile and another crunching flex of her impossible abdominals. "Let her rip, Sare," Bree exclaimed, her smile never leaving her face as Sarah wound up like a boxer, resting all of her weight on her back foot as she started her swinging motion.

Muscle Sex Pt. 5

thesabre — Mon, 10 May 2010 23:14:14 +0000

My checking account could barely keep up with Sarah's newfound, nearing manic obsession, but it was surely some of the best money I have ever spent in my life. I truly didn't know who lusted after female muscles more now, me or my bodybuilding girlfriend. She had taken to everything involved with her new muscle-growing lifestyle, like a fish to water, and not only trained hard five days a week but ate like a professional athlete, nothing but protein of some sort, steamed or boiled, and vegetables. The refrigerator was always full of Muscle Milk and premixed containers of protein shakes, both of which Sarah drank like water. Four to five different barrels of supplements were constantly breing drained and refilled. And the growth hormone, of course. All things said and done, it cost almost $450 a week to cater to her dreams of becoming a born-again muscle-girl. My initial protest to the enormous purchases of powders, pills, and food was met with a quick but firm grab of my crotch, and a soft whispered reminder of how big she was going to get, how massive, veiny and muscular, and that was worth it, wasn't it?

Sarah got up daily at dawn now, made a quick breakfast of egg whites and a piece of steak, topped this off with two Muscle Milks and a full container of vanilla-flavored protein shake, and was off to pump some seriously heavy iron. Sarah would walk, jog, and eventually run the three miles to the gym, Bree would meet her there, and put my girlfriend through grueling, gut-wrenching workouts, which Sarah would come home and tell me about, excited yet clearly exhausted. For the first few days, she would come home in the late afternoon, legs shaking, dried tear tracks on her face and drenched in sweat, and would barely be able to move from the extreme workouts her young bodybuilder trainer was subjecting her to.

In the first week alone you could already tell an extreme difference, as the cardio was burning the small pockets of fat she did carry - Sarah's stomach looked flat as a board, her arms looked toned and tight in her longsleeve tops, even her face looked less full, her cheekbones defined and her chin angular and tight. I say 'looked' because she always wore bulky clothing, sweatshirts and sweatpants to the gym, which made sense because it was a winter in the Midwest - however, I wasn't allowed to see her naked, even sex was in the dark, because she wanted everything to be perfect once her 'body was ready'. During these fairly rare impromptu sex sessions (she was always at the gym!) I would rest my hand on her newly flat, solid stomach, or grab an increasingly powerful-feeling thigh or buttcheek every once in a while to check up on her hormone-fed development. She felt solid and firm, but her legs had always been her best feature as she had ridden horses for years, and she would quickly squirm out of my grip, admonishing me sternly but always with some laughter as I vainly tried to feel out her muscular development.

Bree took care of all her injections, and was over to the apartment about once a week to refill the seemingly never-enough supply of super growth hormone. There was never a muscle show to even come close to comapring with the first time I'd met her, but you could tell she was growing ever bigger still herself, from her overall impressive gain in size from when we first met as well as the occasional glimpse of hard, bulging female meat and tanned, tight flesh. Bree used no extra clothing to cover up her increasing development like Sarah did, in fact she seemed to enjoy the outright looks of shock and awe she saw on 'normal' people's faces when they witnessed her bulging, muscular young body forcibly packed into taxed halter and bikini tops and quad-hugging stretch pants. I always would end up leaving the room at some point to hide, and sometimes deal with, my raging muscle-induced erection from Bree, so as not to make Sarah feel any more self-conscious about her body.

After three months and over $5000, I waited around one day in the apartment, waiting for Sarah to get back from the gym so we could have a talk. At this point I was behind on all my bills, and was looking at picking up a second-shift job, just to be able to support the both of us. I wanted to see some results from all of the money I had dumped in - either I was going to see some muscles, or the money-train would have to stop for my aspiring bodybuilder girlfriend, as much as the thought disappointed me greatly.

She arrived home from the gym, her cute face flushed and ponytail in her long mahogany hair, at around 5:00 PM. "I thought you had to work tonight, David," she commented nonchalantly between gulps of a freshly grabbed Muscle Milk from the refrigerator.

"No, we aren't as busy as we thought, so I got the night off," I started, looking at her in her sweatsuit as she moved nimbly around the kitchen, tossing out the first Muscle Milk and immediately cracking open a second. She had to stand on tip-toes to get to the supplememnts abopve the refrigerator, and I swore I saw a bulge in her calves swell as she did so - probably just wishful thinking. A fistful of various pills went into Sarah's mouth, followed by the rest of the Muscle Milk, which she swallowed greedily.

"Well, that's nice to have a night off, sweetheart," she said, and went to the trashcan again, dropping the empty bottle in as I watched carefully. The baggy sweatpants and frumpy hoodie she wore betrayed nothing - my girlfriend could potentially be cut, hard, and thick with bulging new muscles, and I wouldn't be able to tell at all unless she wanted me to. It drove me insane on a daily basis, knowing she was metamorphizing her body yet getting none of the beneifts.

"I've got to see something, Sarah," I blurted out, abruptly, from the couch as she approached. "I'm nearly broke, I might have to get a second job, and I've got to see some muscles, some results from all this," I ended almost begging her, a split look of angst and hope on my face as I plead with Sarah to show me the strength, size, and definition that this much money's worth of 'juice', supplements, and protein shakes should have produced.

"David," she began cautiously, pausing, and I had the feeling I was going to be rebuffed. Again. Sarah sat on the far end of the sofa, maddeningly just out of my reach, sitting Indain style in her baggy sweatsuit. "I'm not anywhere near as big as we want me to be," she explained, her eyes locked with mine as she shook her head.

"Shit, Sarah, I see more of Bree's body than my own girlfriend's, and that's bullshit!" I exclaimed, irritated that my demand was being dismissed so easily. "I've gotta see that my money's going to SOMETHING! Anything!"

"That's what this is about, isn't it? You like Bree, don't you! You want to see some more of HER muscles!" Sarah started, the beginnings of tears in her wide eyes, and I knew a monster argument was about to go down.

"No, Sarah, I want to see YOUR muscles! I want to see your body being LIKE Bree's, not being her's!" I admonished her, frustrated that she was taking this the exactly wrong way.

"I've seen you get hard when she's over, David, I'm not stupid," she whispered, and the tears started to fall. "I've seen you go to the bathroom to whack off! I'm not as big and muscular as she is, and so I'm like second on the shelf," Sarah angrily pulled up on her sweatpants, and my eyes nearly bugged out of my skull at what she revealed to me. Her exposed calf was big, round, and bulging effortlessly evident inches from the diameter of her diminutive kneecap.

"There, does that make you happy, David?" she blurted, voice hitching slightly, "Not as good as Bree's, I'm afraid - I'm sure her calf is twice this size, cut up like a mountain's boulder, and covered with all sorts of big veins, isn't that what you'd rather see?" Sarah continued over-dramatically, tears freely falling down her cheeks, and I began to wonder if the growth hormone had the particular side-effect of self-delusion. I came to her side like a bullet, anxiously shuffling my knees to fit between the couch and coffee table, and placed both hands on her ballooned, meaty calf muscle, cradling it and cupping it's hot, tight bulge in my wanting hands.

"Sarah, are you crazy?!" I exclaimed, kneading the immovable meat in my hands like dough, feeling the spiderwebbing of her veins directly underneath her shiny skin. "Your calf is HUGE, Sarah, you've gotta be kidding me!" I tried in vain to circle my hands around her stone calf muscle, and Sarah's shaking sobbing slowly subsided.

"You mean you like it, David?" she sniffled, looking down to me as I continued to worship her exposed calf, feeling and filling my hands with every bulge and crevasse of her impressive lower leg. "Even though it's not as big as Bree's?" she finished plaintively, looking down at her calf, then back up to me. Sarah then flexed her calf hard, and my hands were forced back by even more inches as her impressive muscle solidifed, sliding slowly and quirkily up her lower leg as it simultaneously hardedned and expanded dramatically under my touch as I breathed in sharply at the feel of my girlfriend's now rock-hard, bloated calf.

"Of course I like it, baby," I soothed, massaging her granite calf with one hand and beginning to explore the meat above her small knee, which felt solid and rigid to the touch. I ran my hands up columns of unflexed muscle that made up impressively hard-feeling quads, and hooked my finger in the waistband of her sweatpants, trailing a lone finger along her distended, surprisingly developed, thick stomach, slowly running the same along the line of the beginning of her obliques and the twinned columns of her tight abs. She breathed in sharply at my unexpected, invasive touch, which only caused her abdominal muscles to tighten further, creating a four-pack of individual plates of muscle on my girlfriend's stony, bulging, unbearably sexy stomach.

"I know I can get bigger, David, if that's what you're worried about," Sarah said as I massaged her granite abs, knowing she had her angle already. "I want to be bigger than your wildest dreams, huge, muscular, and ripped to shreds, like that last girl from the video," she continued, a longing look on her face and a smile gracing her pink lips as I moved my hand up her shirt, revelling in her newfound tight, hard stomach and cupping the fatty endings of solid, cubical pectoral muscles through her lycra sports bra. She looked down to me, and finished in a near whisper, "I just need to keep throwing steel with Bree, getting my injections, and taking my pills, and I'll be the most muscular girl you've ever seen, David, I'll put those strong-women in the videos to shame with my new, massive, veiny, bulging body!"

"Let me feel your muscles, Sarah, please," I begged her, my breathing heavy and my manhood clearly and painfully erect. "I want to fill my hands with your hard, sexy, muscles," I pleaded, nearly drooling as I squeezed my hand into her muscle-cleavage, and finally my newly annointed bodybuilder girlfriend relented, allowing me to lift the hoodie off of her body, leaving her in sweatpants and a tight, small, pink sportsbra.

I breathed in sharply myself at the revealed physique my girlfriend now sported proudly. Her body tapered from her small, heavily muscled waist to surprisingly broad shoulders, capped with prominent, hard deltoids that were cut and defined, popping from the tops of her arms like a professional swimmer or gymnast's. Her pink Nike sportsbra (which I had bought, undoubtedly) bulged slightly in the back with the swells of her wide lats and bulged even more noticably in the front - Sarah had never been accused of being flat-chested, but the obvious support of her prominent, pumped-looking pectorals lifted her cardio-reduced breasts into rigid, blatant prominence, stretching the lycra across the mounds of muscle underneath.

Her biceps, unflexed, were slight mounds backed by thick, strong-looking swells of triceps in the rear of her arms, curving downward to her diminutive elbows, and only to be swollen out again by her beefy, almost Popeye-ish forearms. Her neck was thicker than I had remembered, and I could clearly see the bulges of her traps resisting and stretching against the two halter straps that went behind her corded neck to connect in the back. Her physique, which only months ago had been considered 'normal', now looked like Cindy Phillips in the offseason - robustly and thoroguhly muscled, with definition and even some vascularity evident due to the size of her muscles themselves and the strain they put on her stretched, taut skin.

"Do you like what you see, David?" Sarah continued in a whisper still, looking at me lovingly as I finally closed my dropped jaw with an audible clack of teeth making contact together. "Don't you want me to be bigger, baby?" she cooed, knowing by the look in my eye and the rigid tent in my pants that I wanted nothing else more. She ran her hand up her swollen stomach, pushing her taut skin against the backdrop of bubbled, stony meat, and continued to taunt me. "Don't you want me to be more muscular, sweetie, bigger, all swoll up with huge, strong girlie-muscles? All I need is for you to help me, and I'll be your beast, your ripped, bulging, little muscle-girl!"

"Yes, Sarah, of course I do," I fumbled the words, the combination of hearing her vivd descriptions of her own prospective development and greedily eyeing the newfound muscles on Sarah's impressive, half-clothed body making it hard to sound coherent.

"But like I said, I'm broke, and ....," my clumsy statement was cut short by her actions - my muscular girlfriend decided to turn it up a notch and presented me with a perfect, arm-swelling double biceps pose that nearly made my ejaculate spill right then and there. Her arms firmed up, like liquid steel, and an apple-sized bulge of biceps muscle appeared almost magically, metamorphosing atop her arms with her slightest effort while at the same time her muscle-tits jumped up nealry three inches on her chest, settling into stone, bloated firmness again as her flex was completed.

"Feel them, David, feel how thick, how strong they are," Sarah cooed, admiring her own wholly impressive biceps as my hands reached out seemingly of their own will and took the balls of her power in my hands. I could not get my hands all the way around the prodigious mounds, and any amount of squeezing would have been completely futile - Sarah was hard, thick, immovable. Finally getting to feel her impossible (well, as of months ago, anyway) development of muscles was an entirely new thing for me, and my mind was half-fried already from just looking at the incredibly sexy lightweight to middleweight bodybuilder's physique my girlfriend and my meager savings had achieved to date.

"Oh my God," I whispered, and a wide smile spread on Sarah's pretty face, knowing she had me mesmerized by her astounding, drug-fueled physical supremacy. She made her biceps pop underneath my hands, going from simply big to sharp, angular and hard under my palms with each twitching instant. I continued to squeeze them as she laid her trap.

"I know how we can afford it baby, Bree has a plan," she said in a sexy, ultimately controlling voice as I continued to run my hands over every available inch of muscle packed inch by groan and what I'm sure was scream-inducing inch into her arms. "See, Bree has clients in town that pay her to come by and pose, do a show for them. She's making so much on the side that she's been double-dosing the GH every week now, and she is getting HUGE! I don't know if I'll ever catch up! Anyway, these guys pay hundreds of dollars just to see her all oiled up in a bikini, and for a little more, maybe touch her massive guns as she pumps up and poses for them," she continued, eyeing me closely for a reaction.

I looked up sharply at her words, my eyebrow raised, and Sarah consequently curled her arms inwards, creating a physique-inflating most-muscular pose, and her traps swelled along with her thick, almost mannish chest, nearly doubling in size as she concentrated her flexing on her big pecs. Her upper body had thickened by inches, as her biceps and delts were still pumped from the previous tremendous flex. My eyes quickly dropped incontrollably back to view her insane development, and knowing I was properly sated, as I rubbed her solid, vulcanized pecs frantically through the tight, stretchy material of her top, she went on. Her nipples, hard and erect pointing almost downward on her tit, felt like bullets against my hands as I rubbed lovingly on her mammoth chest.

"And she thinks we could make double what she makes now if I were to come along, you know, hit a few poses with her, maybe do a little girl-on-girl muscle-worship, the guys and gals really seem to like that," Sarah finished, licking her lips a bit at the thought, subconsciously, or hopefully just enjoying the feeling of having her muscles worshipped as she talked about the subject. I was barely paying attention anyways, my entire mind and body focused on Sarah's physique, and she knew it.

"I'll tell you what, David, I'll just call little Bree over here tonight, and I we'll give you an idea of what we're talking about, you'll see, it's just easy money!" Sarah then hooked her hands on her hips, and performed a latspread to my wide-eyed delight. Her back swelled with muscles like batwings unfurling, her chest receding yet still bulging, and her shoulders and arms again swelling to the forefront as she flexed with obvious concentration on her face, her brow knitted and eyebrows drawn down. The slight showing of effort was incontrollably sexy, and my manhood jumped in my pants as she completed the huge flex with a smile. "The money that will make me into your dream, David, your own female muscle princess!"

Muscle Sex Pt.4 - Meeting Breeana

thesabre — Sun, 25 Apr 2010 19:29:42 +0000

Sarah joined a gym the very first thing the next day, getting up much earlier than I after the exhausting night of sex we had, and whispered softly in my ear.

"It starts today, David, today I start building the biggest, most muscular body you have ever seen on a girl," she said confidently, kissed my ear, and left. I spent the morning alone in our apartment, trying to figure out if it had just been a dream or if I had correctly heard my girlfriend early that morning, before dawn.

Sarah called later that afternoon to ask if she could bring a new friend over to the apartment. Having the day off of work, I had basically done nothing, kind of wandering around the apartment in a daze, reliving the prior night over and over again in my head. I told her to give me a few minutes to shower and do a quick pickup around the place, and it wouldn't be a problem at all.

"I can't wait until you meet Breanna," she giggled into the phone. "I think you'll like her, she's just what I've been looking for all day," Sarah finished almost teasingly, and hung up on that odd and cryptic note.

I had never had the lucky experience of seeing a female bodybuilder close up, face to face, just the occasional far-distanced glimpse of a striated shoulder or beefy looking calf muscle. Real female bodybuilders were hard to find, being an exotic rare find amongst the masses of 'normal' people. I achieved another first that evening when Sarah brought over her new friend, Breanna.

She was simply huge in person. I have seen many a female physique on computer screens and televisions, but the real thing was different to the point of being completely staggering. I was sitting watching television, in the same place as the previous night's festivities, when I heard the front door being opened, and heard both Sarah's and another girl's voice as they walked down the short hallway to the living room. Sarah walked in first, a large bag over her shoulder, and said, "David, this is Breanna, a girl I met from the gym I joined this morning," and Breanna rounded the corner.

Breanna was about 5'4", a few inches shorter than my girlfriend, but what she lacked in height, she definitely overcompensated in shocking girth. She had on a black Nike top, skin tight like a layer of saran wrap on her thick frame, causing the hem of the body-hugging fabric to be short by a few inches from the top of her meat-stuffed black spandex pants, which in turn revealed protruding, solidly muscular abdominal muscles. Her thick arms were angled out to the side slightly, followed and capped by wide wings of back muscle and smallish, squared-off breasts underneath. All of this inverted-v-shaped, beefcake physique culminated in a surprisingly feminine neck, if one ignored the irregular swells of her thick traps on either side of it. It was actually fairly easy to do because your eyes were instantly drawn to her beautiful young face, void of makeup and gorgeous, surrounded by mid length auburn hair that naturally curled into corkscrews to frame her sapphire blue eyes, small button nose, and delicate cheekbones.

"So you're the schmoe," she said in a breathy, what I found to be incredibly sexy voice, and giggled. I immediately turned red in the face, wondering how much of my obsession Sarah had gone into with the hulking, blown-out young girl.

"Hahaha be nice Bree, I want this too, you know," Sarah soothed, dropping a sly wink to me as she said it, a wide smile on her pretty face.

"Or the muscle-head then, that's not so bad, is it David? I'm Breanna," she continued, extending her hand, which in turn caused a muscle mountain to erupt atop her broad shoulder in the confines of her longsleeved top. I stood up from the sofa, looking down to her, and took the small hand in mine, startled only slightly and a bit stupidly at the strength in her simple handshake. "My friends call me Bree," she said, looking me up and down quickly as she dropped the handshake and turned back again to Sarah.

"Sarah tells me she wants to get big, and fast," Bree noted in an almost offhand, medical way as she took the large gym bag off of Sarah's shoulder effortlessly, set it on the coffee table, and unizpped it. The inside was lined with plastic containers that were filled with a blue liquid and showed a shimmer of condensation around the edges.

"This stuff will make it happen, but it's not exactly legal, and it's not exactly cheap," she went on in her salesman speech, "Vials go for about $300, and that should last about a week," she continued, and pulled out a vial and syringe. "Sarah will cycle on for three weeks, take off two, and then go back on," Breanna smiled, pulling a full pull's worth of the clear, indistinguishable liquid into the syringe. I briefly and worriedly looked at Sarah, who was transfixed on the syringe, and decided this was going way too fast.

"Whoa, whoa, now hold up a second here, Bree, Sarah, we don't even know what that shit is!" I exclaimed. "I mean, it could be dirty, it could be fake, I mean ... " I ended up trailing off with sheer surprise on my face as both the girls laughed in near unison at my outburst, looking at each other and then bursting into giggles again.

"It's clean and obviously real, David, I mean, look at me," Bree quipped, turning all the way around, showcasing her bulging back, granite glutes, and beef-injected hamstrings and calves as she spun. "I'm nineteen, how do you think I got this big? Just training hard? Ppphhh," she struck out her pink tongue to accentuate her disdain. Her sculpted physique was big, thick with pumped up muscles, which made sense as they had come back from the gym. She was not ripped, like for a competition, but full and softer, as I assumed she was in a bulking-up phase. Her solidly built body reminded me a lot of Aimee Molleman, a robust young bodybuilder I had become familiar with over the years.

"This stuff is prime, experimental, totally clean growth hormone, it'll blow your little girlfriend Sarah here up like an amateur champion in no time," the nubile bodybuilder giggled, and in a more serious tone, "Look I've been injecting this stuff for a year solid, and there's no side effects - listen to my voice, normal, right?" I nodded, slowly, in agreeance - her voice was perfectly girlish, even had a somewhat high tone to it. "Look at my face - no acne, marks, nothing," she continued, and it was true - there was not a mark to be seen on her near perfect face.

Bree grabbed the bottom hem of her taxed, tight top, and pulled it up, simultaneously curling in to produce pool-ball racked, deeply cut abdominals. My eyes widened at her outrageous stomach, inches away, amazingly muscular, and real. "No hair on my stomach, chest, neck, none of that sick bullshit. Go ahead, feel it," Bree implored, and with a quick, wanting look to Sarah for approval, laid my hand as flat as possible on her ridged stomach, feeling the bulges of her pebbled abdominal wall with barely concealed delight, her warm, smooth skin tight around the swollen platelets but clear of any hair whatsoever. If she shaved, I couldn't tell, as they were no marks or nicks at all on her entire visible torso.

"The only thing I've ever noticed is increased - um, sexual appetite," Bree finished the last bit of the statement uncomfortably, disappointingly pulling her top back down over her muscular stomach. I had to glance down for a moment to make sure my ever-increasing erection wasn't blatantly obvious. Thank God for jeans in the unlikely event of an unexpected visit from a young female bodybuilder. "And I don't think that'll be a problem for you at all once she starts to bulk up a little, puts on a little size," the young muscle-queen ended with a smirk and a sly wink.

"Well, even if it is safe, how much is that shit, what," my words were fumbling, a mixture of excitement and a real concern about the money fighting each other inside my head. I did some quick math and blurted, "That's gonna be almost a thousand a month! That's a lot of money, Sarah ..." I tried desperately, in a way trying to convince myself against my ever increasing arousal at both the bulging bodybuilder Bree and the increasingly invasive thoughts of how Sarah would look with muscles all over her body.

"How badly do you want me to be muscular, David? What's the price tag?" Sarah cooed, and began to run her hands lightly over Bree's tight, unflexed yet still tremendously bulging physique. Bree smiled at me, and went into a double biceps pose - her arms inflated, stretching the black top out instantly with a small grunt of satisfaction emanating from the young muscle-girl.

"How about if I were Bree's size, baby, would you like that?" Sarah continued, cupping Bree's flexed, immense biceps in her hands and then running her fingers down the fat vein visible even through her top that capped the peak of her large, round globes of beef. "Don't you want me to be huge, ripped and muscular, David? I WANT muscles, David, and I know you want me to have them," she continued, breathing a bit quicker now as she felt her way around Bree's horseshoe, bloated triceps and up to the prominent bulges of her linebacker-built deltoids. Sarah's tiny hands found the mountains of traps above Bree's melons of deltoids, and began to knead them slowly and surely.

"I want to be as big as Bree, David - No, bigger! Muscles DO feel soooo good, David, and I want them, you're absolutely right, you've been so right all the time," she almost pleaded, while her hands roamed the insertions of Bree's beefy, angular pecs, clearly visible as the nineteen year old Amazon flexed hard in response to my adoring girlfriend's soft, roaming touch. Bree's young face belied nothing, thick-lashed eyes drawn tightly closed, sweet husky breathing coming from slightly parted, glossy lips.

"I told Bree how amazing you were when we were watching those videos, David," Sarah said, and an annoying, familiar whine entered her voice as her hands reached the bottom hem of Bree's skin-tight, physique-exhibiting, forcibly streched top. It was definitely the voice Sarah used on me when she wanted something - badly.

"How big you got, how long you lasted, how phenomenal muscle-sex was," she contniued, nearly purring, knowing she had my hooked, even as she grabbed the hem of Bree's shirt and started lifting. Row after row of tight, formed-stone abdominal cubes were revealed to me as Sarah slowly disrobed the young physique phenomenon.

Bree obliged Sarah by raising her thick arms above her head as my girlfriend peeled the resisting top over the mounds of her robust pecs, revealing a frilly white lace bra tight against her breastless, striated, six inch-thick chest muscles. Finally, with a bit of increased pulling, and an audible pop, Sarah had the top completely off of the young musclegirl, and her entire upper body was revealed in all it's glory, from brickwork abs to her pumped, cubical chest, to her thick traps and finally her cannons of arms, bulging swells of muscles mashed together fighting for the limited space available underneath her skin. Bree's cute curls bobbed when Sarah pulled the top over her head, and came to rest on her thick traps. It was like last night all over again, I was blatantly, fully erect with no chance of hiding it, except this time the female muscles were inches from my face, being caressed by my girlfriend, and not on a television monitor.

"Bree's going to train me, and she obviously knows what she's doing," Sarah whined, her doe eyes pleading with mine as her hands were around Bree's thick neck, rubbing where a normal girl's collarbone would be - on the young bodybuilder, however, no collarbone was visible, just the odd, thick bulge of the beginning of her awesome, rigid pectoral muscles. Bree breathed in sharply at the contact, unaware of Sarah's intentions until my girlfriend's small hands rubbed the very top of her meaty breasts.

"Don't you want me to look like her, David? Muscular, strong, just filled up with big, bulging muscles like Bree has? I think you do," Sarah whispered knowingly, glancing at my bulging crotch while getting on her knees behind the pumped, bulging teen, and ran her hands from the hem of Bree's waistband up her bubbling stomach, cupping and tracing each individual brick of abdominal muscle that formed the amazing six pack Bree proudly sported.

Bree, her eyes half-lidded, smiled as Sarah gleefully explored her morhping, waffled midsection, my girlfriend's hand looking small and insignificant amongst the nineteen year old's startling, wide and thickly developed stomach. Bree crunched down, clearly enjoying both her muscle exhibition and Sarah's worshipful touch, and my girlfriend gasped as her finger nearly got trapped between two wedges of immovable, concrete she-meat. I looked down and gasped myself as I watched two thick veins snake out of Bree's frilly, thin panties to slowly crawl up the distended wall of her ridged abdominal column.

"I pwomise I'll work out weal hawd," Sarah cooed, a hand discreetly brushing by her own womanhood as she placed both hands on Bree's wasp-thin waist, her hipbones showing clearly under the odd surges of muscle that was the beginnings of her obliques. She was using yet another weapon by switching to 'little-girl' talk, which was usually reserved for the bedroom alone.

"Get weal, weal big, and come home and pump up my massive, hawd muscles just for you, David," she continued maddeningly, at the same time now removing Bree's body-hugging stretchpants, revealing inch by inch her powerful, musclebound thighs and a tiny looking, straining pair of white lace panties. I nearly came right there in my pants as Sarah continued to peel the painted-on fabric from Bree's bloated lower body, getting stuck for a minute at her unnaturally meat-injected calves, which were nearly the girth of her upper thighs with deep cuts at the diamond-shaped insertions of the muscle itself. With a quick shuffling of feet, Sarah had the teenaged bodybuilder completely disrobed, save the tiny matching lace lingerie set painted on her tremendous, muscle-stuffed body.

Slowly, surely, Bree bent over, putting her hands on the edge of the coffee table in an eerily similar way that Sarah had the night before so she could continue to watch the muscular female bodybuilders flexing and pumping their bulging, sweaty bodies on the screen. As her weight shifted her amazing arms bulged, first cannon delts swelling, then horsehose triceps flexing, turning to stone proudly, corded muscles even popped out on her thick forearms as she supported her impressive bulk against the table. My eyes were helplessly drawn to her thick, muscled glutes, separated by the tight, small lace thong her panties became in the rear. One small string of lace separated the strange yet exciting bulges of her ass muscles.

"David, you want to inject right before and right after a workout," Bree purred, flexing her glutes the very slightest yet creating a surge of muscle that made her thong shake visibly, her globes of ass muscle jumping and swelling maddeningly. Sarah rested her hand on Bree's ass, gripping a bit as if to prove to herself it was really as dense and hard as it looked. In her other hand she held the syringe, picked up from the table at some point while I was completely engrossed in Bree's bursting, muscular young physique.

"And you want to inject on the inside of a cheek, so it isn't blatantly obvious you're juicing," Bree continued, again slipping into the almost doctor-speak from earlier. She then took one hand and grabbed the tiny thong string, pulling it upwards with one massive arm, forcing it further inside her muscular crevice. Sarah, her eyes fully open and staring at the young bodybuilder's muscular glutes, shifted her hand and slid it into the indented crack between them, trying to pry them apart, to no avail. There was simply no give in Bree's thickly muscled rear end.

"Bree, loosen up, I can't get in there," Sarah giggled, and the mountains of the teen's glutes receded a bit when she closed her eyes and concentrated on it. Sarah pulled at the tight hunk of meat again, and was able to expose her target. Carefully, yet somewhat quickly, she buried the syringe in the bulge of ass-meat, depressed the syringe, and injected Bree with fifteen milliliters of growth hormone. Bree released her grip on her thong which returned to her muscular ass with a snap, and returned her hand to the table, head down as her body trembled slightly, her mass becoming engorged with blood as she tightened every muscle in her compact, bulging body.

"It only burns for a minute," Sarah explained, looking at me with a strange half smile on her face as Bree moaned slightly, her lip bitten by brilliantly white teeth. "It hurts pretty bad, but it's over like in an instant," she finished knowingly and looked down to Bree, head still down but her body was returning to it's normal state of unflexed muscular nirvana.

"How ... how would you know?" I asked, knowing the answer before I even finished the question. "You've already done this, Sarah?" I finished, confused, my mind going both ways on her inevitable answer. "You're sure? You really want muscles, Sarah?" I asked, amazed that she was willing to go through the supreme effort, drug-aided or not, of transforming her normal body into that of a ripped, bulging Amazon, and all to satisfy my want for female muscles.

"I've never been so sure of anything, David," she whispered, running her hands over Bree's thick glutes and circling her musclebound waist with her hands, feeling Bree's concrete stomach bubbles from underneath. "I'm going to get jacked, filled with big, powerful muscles, and all for you," she finished, and blew me a kiss as she ran her hands over the nineteen year old muscle goddess' warm corrugated steel.

Muscle Sex Pt. 3

thesabre — Tue, 20 Apr 2010 18:29:14 +0000

I pressed the controller button, and the video started. On the screen, life-size, Klaudia Larsen stood, veins bulging all over her like mutant worms, in a skin-tight, overtly tiny pink bikini top. Klaudia was definitely the most defined, cut-up girl I had shown Sarah yet - her large muscles looked ready to tear through her tissue-paper thin, bronzed skin, popping from her smallish joints aggressively, covered with ropy veins and arteries. It was extreme, but I wasn't too worried, she seemed to be really enjoying herself throughout the whole introduction to female muscle experience.

"Maybe that's what I'll look like, David," she purred, back arched, as Klaudia Larsen hit a vein-popping, chest-bloating most-muscular pose on the widescreen, her pink bikini top going from noticeably flat to the cups being stretched to their limits, barely covering the expanding, striated mounds of pec muscle that quivered and bulged on her ribcage like animals trying to escape.

"THAT'S what I want to ... OOOhhhhh... look like, nothing but big, rippling muscles all over me, no tits to speak of, just stony, hard, girlie-meat. Would you like that David? To run your hands down my thick, iron chest, and grab my big, muscle stuffed breasts, and ... Ooooohhhh.....try to make them move?" Sarah toyed with me, teasing with her muscle talk as I continued to thrust from behind her in a steady, machine-like way.

"They won't you know - I'll be way too strong by then, all big, pumped muscles, just the way you want it!" she giggled, looking back lovingly at me, then immediately returning her eyes to the veiny, bulging bodybuilder on the television.

I was now nearly frothing at the mouth now at the combination of bulging, concrete femuscle posed on display in near-life size, and Sarah's encouraging words and her welcoming, warm and wet sex forcing me into a state of hardness and size I previously didn't think was possible. I had reached a fast, pounding rhythm that was making Sarah make noises I hadn't ever heard her utter, powerful sex fueled by bloated, veiny, massive female muscles.

"Oh God," I moaned , closing my eyes and blocking out Klaudia's cut, grapefruit sized bicep to try to maintain control, wanting to make this last as long as possible for Sarah, to make it as good as possible for her. On one hand I was truly grateful to my girlfriend for her complete acceptance, and participation in, my years old fetish - yet on the other hand, I wasn't sure if her talk was simply 'talking dirty', or if she truly was going to go through with her promises, filling her body with muscles to rival the biggest of female bodybuilders, all to become my muscle-girl fantasy brought to life. I certainly hoped for the second option, but didn't know for sure - Sarah sure acted like she was enjoying this. I forced myself ot think of baseball, fat women, golf, anything but the sensations of Sarah and bloated muscular girls.

Klaudia Larsen, a wide smile on her face, had finished posing her mind-blowingly shredded, vein-covered upper body, and the screen faded to black. After a second's pause that allowed me to stop our muscle-sex momentarily and provide a moment of reprieve for my throbbing manhood, the television screen was filled with light and the biggest of the female bodybuilders I had yet dared show Sarah.

My eyes glazed over as Conny Brandt filled the entire big screen, clad in a red string bikini that appeared miniscule against the backdrop of her huge, mannishly built, muscle-popping physique. She was truly a gender-bender, a sideshow freak, with a cute, feminine face, long curly hair, and smallish breasts that filled oyut the bikini cups nicely enough. Her femininity stopped with those three characteristics - under her chin was a body that looked like a powerlifter crossed with a steroid-abusing professional linebacker.

"Holy FUCK, David," Sarah whispered, a bit of fear evident in her voice. "That can't be real, .... can it?" she continued, disbelieving what her eyes were showing her as Conny performed a revoltingly body-inflating double biceps pose, her already ridiculously bulbous arms going from insane to unreal with her flex - thick, sausage like veins popped out all along her thick arms, and her broad chest pumped, bobbing once, and visibly thickened with muscle as her pectoral muscles popped by inches and her cobblestoned abdominals erupted into prominence on her waist, which looked way too small in proportion with her mammoth, gratuitously bullish upper body.

My pace quickened inside Sarah, it was impossible for me to control, with the nearly two hundred pounds of jacked, juiced, pumped up female muscle on frank display in front of me. Sarah obviously noticed my newfound excitement with the muscle-beast, moaning a bit herself with each long, energetic thrust and starting to pant like a dog as we watched this female freak of nature perform an light-eclipsing latspread, huge wings of bulging muscles filling the already miniscule free space between her titantic arms and tight, bugling torso.

"You don't want me that big, do you, David?" she almost pleaded, looking back to me with wide eyes and her mouth still slightly agape in astonishment. "That's too MUCH, David, holy shit she's so MUSCULAR, do you?" she asked haltingly between girlish grunts as I buried myself deeper still inside of her as the young German muscle-queen turned to the side, showcasing the extreme width difference between her washboard-abbed, tiny waist and huge upper arms that eclipsed her head by nearly a half a foot. As the gigantic mound of meat hit an obscenely body-bloating sidechest pose, making her muscle-tits jiggle and swell, I could feel the begginnings of that tingling feeling from deep within my groin that let me know it was coming. I knew that to say anything right now would be gibberish, so I just kept going, my mouth open slightly.

My pace doubled again as Conny completed a titantic most muscular pose, her body ballooning with hard, impossible, rock-hard meat. I was frantically muscle-fucking my girlfriend as my eyes were glued to the young bodybuilder, whose body was massive, stuffed with unnatural muscles everywhere to the point that you had to constantly look at her face to remind yourself that she was in fact a girl. Sarah began a long, continuous wail as I was obviously brining her to a titantic orgasm as well.

"OOOOOOOooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh ..... " my girlfriend keened, ass in the air and jiggling as I pounded her relentlessly. A curling in of Conny's armor plated, swollen drumhead stomach was the last straw, and with a long grunt, I finally released, pumping off inside of Sarah for what seemed like minutes. She continued to moan erotically as I emptied inside her, her hips bucking wildly and uncontrollably as she was literally face down on the coffee table, her arms having gone limp with the tremendous power of her own orgasm. Finally, legs burning, I pulled myself out of her, shaking, and collapsed to the sofa, exhausted and covered with a light sheen of sweat. The image on the screen faded out slowly, still showing Conny's massive, hulking form holding her crunch with a beaming, wide smile on her face.

Tom's Encounter - Epilogue

thesabre — Tue, 06 Apr 2010 14:41:40 +0000

"Rosa, take this," Krissy said to the young girl, and threw her a pill bottle from a front pocket of her trenchcoat. It hit the ground in front of the maid, rolled, and she stooped to pick it up, a dumbfounded smile on her face.
"EZ... Fit?" she asked, looking from the label to Krissy's smiling face.
"Yeah, I got my hands on some from one of the scientists," she said, grinning widely and exposing perfect, white teeth. "This one particularly enjoyed some gut-punching," she whispered coyly, "really liked hitting and then getting beat up by big, muscular girls. This is for some live testing that's going to be done in a small town by the base, leaked out if you will - they want to see the effects on general public, girls and boys, to see if I'm the exception to the rule. Whenever you're ready, take some of the pills - the quickness to set in and your overall build will be determined by your chemical makeup," Krissy stopped, looking at Rosa's bewildered face.
"Tome alguno y sus mÃºsculos serÃ¡n tan grandes como los mÃos," she said, and understanding and delight shone on Rosa's face. Take them and you'll have big muscles like mine.
Rosa slid the bottle in her pocket, saying, "Gracias, gracias," as she slid out the door, leaving only Tom and Krissy in the room. Tom still laid on the floor, stark naked, exhausted near to the point of passing out, with his manhood finally wilting after a full-on femuscle onslaught of epic proportions.
"Tom, here's my card, it has my private cell number on it," Krissy bent over to drop the card on the coffee table, picking up her folder at the same time and simultaneously making her titantic calves bulge insanely. "I know I'm not cheap, but I have a feeling you'll be getting in touch again - I'll try to get even bigger, more muscular for you," she whispered seductively, and blew a kiss to Tom as he rolled a bit on the floor at her silken voice and the word 'muscular' uttered from her lips.
Then the young pig-tailed girl with the skin-tight, deformed trenchcoat opened the door and walked out into the hallway of the hotel, drawing stares and gasps as she walked quickly, happily, her exposed mammothly muscled legs swellling and rippling with each step.

EZFit Supplements Chapter 5 - Bulging Becca Pt. 1

thesabre — Thu, 25 Feb 2010 17:32:50 +0000

"Come on, do it," she practially begged in her high, sing-songy voice. "Go ahead, swing!"

Theo hefted the Lousiville Slugger in his hands cautiously, as if weighing it, and his decision, before the strike. He wrapped his hands firmly around the base, and swung the head of the heavy wooden bat over his shoulder, as if ready to knock a home run out of the park. His young girlfriend beamed at him, a big, beautiful white smile gracing her angelic face. Contrary to everything he had experienced with Becca in their nearly year long relationship, her delicate femininity stopped right there, at her diminutive chin. Hulking ominously below, thick and sickly inflated, was a body like none he had ever seen, not even in 'The Hulk' with all of the CGI that a special effects lab could muster could a teenaged girl possibly look this montstrously, hugely muscular, veiny, and ripped to shreds.

"You're sure, Becca?" he whispered, excited and simultaneously repulsed in a strange way he couldn't quite comprehend. His girlfriend's astounding physique was at the same time staggering, gag-inducing and inviting, different to the scope of being from another world yet provocative in a strange way that confused and simultaneously frustrated him.

Every inch of Becca's nubile, young body was exploding with intense, rippling, sickengingly swollen and flowing muscles, even evident to the eye by the bulges beneath the tiny bits of fabric that remained from the shards of what had been a one piece electric blue swimsuit. The suit had been ravaged by her phenomenal, instantaneous growth, the odd bulges and anti-feminine swells of her suddenly Amazonian body bursting and ripping the lycra fabric into only a bandeau-type top that strained to cover her hulking lumps of chest-meat and was torn down to a set of strings to contain her melon-sized, striated butt cheeks. He stared, noticing with shock that her ass, usually rounded, tight, and firm, had been transformed into squared, angular, thick mounds of meat that squirmed and solidified, shifting with ugly, feathered striations, with each sway of her tiny hips.

"Yes! Do it!" Becca exclaimed, much more excited than Theo. She put her hands behind her head, twining her tiny fingers in her short, layered brunette hair, grasping the ponytail she had put in before her gymnastics practice earlier, and exhaled audibly, her mouth forming a tiny circle as she blew every bit of breath out of herself. Her proudly standing breasts flattened out as she stretched backwards, reforming into c-cups of frightening, granite squared muscle as she curled in, concentrating as much as she could on her corrugated-steel stomach, willing her thick abdomen into formed granite.

Her midsection rumbled, swelling and bulging in mere seconds before Theo's immediately popped-open eyes, into a landscape of carved, bronzed marble. Her already cut, cubical abdominal muscles expanded by multiple inches and settled into a mountainous expanse of sickening, inch thick veins and bulges of bulbuous, thick muscle. Becca gasped a little at the sight of herself, astounded by the simple movement and the resultant explosion of meat-bubbles of protruding muscles on her once flat, completely femininely toned stomach.

"Oh my God, Theo!" she whispered, staring at her swollen, waffled abdominal column as she began to twist slightly. The teen's staggering abs obliged her whim, the cubes of muscle shifting against one another, veins swimming across her forcibly taut, shiny skin like tiny worms. Becca giggled nervously, admiring her super-heroish, bulging stomach with a bit of trepidation. Her astonishing midsection looked like nothing she had ever seen before on anyone, much less a teenaged gymnast.

He swung the bat, Becca's over-excited eyes following its arc on its' path to her bulging, waffle-cone ridged stomach. Her eyes grew wide in anticipation and a bit of fright as Theo swung the thick piece of lumber, hard - her hulking, unbelievably muscular body was blatant evidence of her newfound strength and outrageous development, but Becca had only been transformed into a teenaged muscle-queen a mere half hour ago. This would be the first real test of her blown-out, musclebound physique.

The edge of the slab of wood hit true, meeting thick, swollen girl-meat with a loud smack from the acceleration fed power of the swing itself, and bounced back harmlessly in subservience to Becca's abdominal wall of racked iron pool-balls. Becca barely felt the impact at all, just a quick brush of contact like someone had lightly patted her stomach. A wide smile lit her face as she thought deeper on her impenetrable, invulnerable pack of stomach muscles, of how strong she must be now, to take a fully swung bat in the stomach and not even really feel it due to her armor plating of thick, unyielding meat.

"Oohh.........HARDER," she started with a whisper that ended up in a throaty, husky, yet excitedly squeaky demand as one small hand explored the start of her amazing, popping abdominals, protruding with her persistent flexing under stretched skin like a shelf underneath the saran-wrap like, nearly see through fabric that remained to tie a cute, absurdly feminine bandeau-top plastered atop cubed, razor edged blocks of thick, hard, bulging muscle-meat.

Her head was tilted back sultrily, her dark-lashed eyes closed, pink lips pulled up in a lucious smile, as she ran her hand down stony cube upon quivering cube of her abdominal column. The arch of her back stretched the individual, lumpy masses out, but still in complete unflexion they rose, stretching bronzed, tight skin with no trace of fat, like cobblestones, the grooves in between her unnatural twelve pack stomach muscles still an inch thick and beginning to be coated with a vast, multiplying spiderwebbing of veins that rose in thicker cables from the tiny triangle of her make-shift panties, which just barely covered the visible lips of her womanhood, cowering underneath a strange, drumhead bulge of muscle right at the hem.

"I'm SO jacked! God, my stomach is so amazingly hard, SOLID...." the transformed teen exclaimed sexily with a wide smile on her young face. The feeling of being so muscular, invincible to the full swing of the bat, fulfilled her in ways she had never experienced. The feeling of hard, strong, explosive muscle against her palms was strange, new, powerul, and ultimately very erotic.

She looked up from her amazing musculature with glee to her boyfriend, which quickly turned to disappointment as Becca noticed his eyes were wide in shock and a look of disgust was now on his face, jaw agape. Becca noticed he was extremely pale, as if he had seen a ghost, and there were red blooms on his cheeks. "What's wrong, Theo?" Becca asked, the disappointment evident in her quavering voice.

Theo, wide eyed and mouth open, looked up and down at the muscular behemoth that just yesterday had been his lithe, gorgeous young gymnast girlfriend. He had delighted in her taut, tight and athletic body many a night over the last two years - they had never gone all the way, but hours of making out in their underwear had made him an expert on Becca's every supple inch, from her firm, toned legs to her flat stomach with the undeniably cute line of definition that ran right down the middle, intersecting her belly button, to her tight upper arms and built shoulders. He liked her built, somewhat stacked, even, but this.... this was too much for him.

What had been defined was now bigger, quirky, bulging, what had been taut was now concrete hard, swollen, and covered with veins. His athletic, five-foot tall hardbodied girlfriend had been transformed somehow into a monster, a muscle-freak, an abomination of nature.

"You're just.... just too big, Becca, I can't be seeing a sideshow freak - Everyone'll think I'm a closet fag, you know, ... making out and touching hard muscles like you've got now...." he could feel the words coming out of him, uncontrolled, like a stream of consciousness piece, and knew he could not stop it from happening, due to the shock of the whole weird situation.

"It would be like dry-humping a piece of beef jerky," he finished, laughing harshly with increasing nervousness as he, looking down to her, saw Becca's body begin to expand, her angrily clenched fists starting a muscular nuclear chain reaction up her bloated, swollen arms, her neck cording, her thick traps bulging ominously, dangerously.

His ill-conceived laugh cut off abruptly at the sight of his girlfriend's already beyond description muscles swelling, growing impossibly larger still as she tensed up. His jaw dropped for what must have been the hundredth time that night as he witnessed her vascularity go off like a bomb - those that had been visible had been engorged, bulging from her rock hard body in thicknesses of inches, and her entire skin became covered, crawling with new veins and arteries of varying sizes, pumping blood to and from her massive, skin straining physique.

"You FUCKER!" Becca spat, her eyes tearing up at his complete and utter rejection of her new body, her whole self a writhing ball of angry, lumpy, rigid muscles. Veins sprang out anew across her barrel neck and horrifyingly swollen, beef-injected chest with her abrupt exclamation. Theo took a quick step back in outright fear of his girlfriend's impossibly massive, muscle-bound physique and what it could obviously and easily do to him. In her sudden anger, Becca moved quickly to occupy the vacated space, sensing his fear as well as reading it outright on his face alongisde his also obvious disgust.

"You know I didn't ask for this," she burst out, fresh tears welling her in her eyes and falling slowly over the delicate curve of her prominent cheekbones. She ran a tiny hand, open-palmed, down the front of her bulging, armor plated stomach. "But this is the way I am now, and that's how you're going to treat me?" Becca sniffled slightly, and then realized that she had all the power in this situation due to her tremendous growth and newfound strength.

Becca wanted desperately to intimidate him, to make him feel small for his hurtful words that had caused her tears, so she flexed her huge biceps inches from his face. Her arm swelled surprisingly and alarmingly fast, ballooning to the size of a grapefruit instantly, hardening to steel. She smiled down now at the bulging ball of meat, her tears drying up as she began admiring its size, denisty, and the thick veins that ran along the rocky, striated edges of her boulder of bicep. Theo stared at his girlfriend's pumped up and bloated, shredded biceps, a look of disappointment on his face as she roughly took one of his hands in her now unbreakable, iron grip and placed it on top of the writhing, vascular swell of her prodigiously muscled arm.

"Feel that, Theo?" Becca cooed, the caught in the headlights, grimacing look of her newly ex-boyfriend turning her on even more, making her lust powerfully for more hugely bulging, freakish muscles with which to disgust and taunt him - how dare that little shit! She vowed to herself just at that moment as she continued to pump her meaty biceps, that they would continue to be boyfriend and girlfriend, whether he liked it or not, because now she was the one in control - her new, unabashedly and unnaturally muscular young body gave her a boost of confidence that bordered on madness - Becca felt invincible with her new, meat-bubbled, outrageous armor. She looked down and giggled at the sight of Theo's hand, looking very small atop the now honeydew-sized ball of muscle atop her hulking triceps horseshoes.

"I'm better than ever, you weak, selfish fuck," she cooed, whispering, knowing he had no choice but to listen until she saw fit. "I'm so pumped up and strong, filled to the brim with these amazing, huge muscles, no one can hurt me, ever, and especially not YOU." she finished with a gorgeously confident smile while at the same time making her biceps muscle twitch and swell and recede under Theo's hand, which he was desperately trying to remove from her impossible, blown-out arm to no avail as he gagged at his forced encounter with hot liquid female steel. With no effort at all Becca pumped the sickeningly hard ball of meat, making sure he felt her raw power and strength throughout her bodacious biceps.

"And these abs, they're even harder than my arms, Theo," she continued, a mad smile on her beautiful face. Becca wrenched his arm backwards awkwardly, causing Theo to whimper slightly, and placed it on the bulge of her unflexed abdominal wall, right below the swell of her pecs and the straining fabric covering them. "Think about it, my stomach is so strong it took your swing of a baseball bat, Theo! It's like STEEL!" she cooed and then flexed hard, her stomach metamorphosing into a mind-melting, inches thick six-pack. Becca giggled, thoroughly enjoying the simultaneous looks of digust and fear on Tom's face as she forced his shaking hand over each and every bulge of bubbling abdominal muscle, and over the smaller roadbumps of the veins that had sprung from her crotch and chest to snake over the bulging terrain of her mannishly built, thickly muscled midsection.

"Now, Theo, you're going to worship these big, bulging muscles of mine, and you're going to like it," Becca growled the end part dangerously, smirking upwards at her boyfriend as she was simultaneously moving his hand from stone abdominal swells to one bulbous, veiny muscle-tit, forcing him to feel the weight of the stacked, squared up pectoral muscles that were backing perky, small globes of breast inside the saran-wrap like fabric of her ragged top.

"You're going to feel every inch of these new, big breasts, and you're going to tell me how much you like them," Becca continued, rubbing his frozen, stiff hand around her bullet-shaped, aroused nipple. Her breathing quickened, and suddenly Theo felt his hand filled with hot, hard, naked female breast as Becca flexed involuntarily with a cute sigh, the resultant eruption of a single pectoral mass finally doing in the remainder of her blue leotard top with a violent surge of unyielding muscle against instantly disentregating fabric.

"Ooooohhhh......oops!" she said breathily, continuing to hold him against the bloated, newly over-grown pectoral muscle, coyishly covering her naked nipple with his resisting yet ultimately weak hand.

"Well, this won't do!" she whined in an excessively animated way, clearly enjoying her dominant control in the situation. "I'm naked way too early in this entire situation, Theo, and I don't think you've earned the right to see this body in its full glory yet," she continued, and brutally ripped his hand from her thick pec, wrenching his wrist painfully as he dropped to his knees on the ground in front of the teenaged amazon, relieved to be let loose by his musclebound, crazed girlfriend for the moment. He looked up fearfully, eyes tracing her impossibly mountainous calves and enormously thick, diamond-cut quads to her tiny makeshift panties, stretched oddly over the bottom-most bulges of her insane, vein splattered abdominals.

She turned from him, causing an eruption of swollen muscles in her thighs and hamstrings, opening up her dresser drawer, and began pulling out bikini tops, throwing three nonchalantly over her pumpkin-sized, twitching shoulder until she found the one she wanted.

"I just bought this at the end of the summer for next year, hoping I'd fill out a bit in the chest, isn't that just too funny?" Becca giggled, beaming, one thick, bulging arm covering her prodigious chest from his view as she dangled the tiny, brilliantly pink bikini top in front of him teasingly.

"But I don't think it'll fit right now," she laughed, looking downward to her canyon of meat cleavage pushed upwards ever so slightly by the swells of cords of forearm muscle cradling her massive mammaries from underneath. A flash of inspiration hit her as she looked down to Theo, who was cowering at her feet like a small disciplined child, trying not to look at her extreme physical development.

"Take off your shirt, Theo," she said sternly. Theo thought to protest, but knew it might mean disaster. Better to wait for an opportunity to escape while she was distracted, he thought, or to wait out until her parents finally arrived home and cry for help. Reluctantly, her grabbed the hem of the tight Abercrombie tshirt and peeled it off of his athletic yet thin thin body, holding it out to her with one hand, head dropped in shame at his complete and total lack of any sort of power here in his girlfriend's bedroom. He stared at the ground, humiliated, as Becca plucked the tshirt primly from his hand.

"And put this on," Becca continued, beginning to giggle hysterically, as she dropped the tiny bikini top into his hand.

"By the looks of your body, we could probably enter you in a bikini contest, couldn't we? Would you like that Theo? You've got all the right, hot, girlish, curves," she giggled, and pulled his shirt over her head, making sure to lift her ponytail free. Somehow she squoze her titanticly thick arms through the tight armholes, and pulled the shirt down over her angular, melon-sized breasts. The centered eagle on the shirt was disformed by the odd stretches and swells required to clothe her bursting, grotesquely built upper body.

What had fit well on Theo's slight frame was now painted on Becca's outrageously muscular physique, seams set to rupture with her slightest movement. The sleeves, stretched to the tearing point, barely covered the top half of the cap of her huge deltoids, the majority of the length of fabric bunched in around her bulky traps and bullish neck. The bottom hem of his straining shirt was cinched tight right underneath her massive cannons of pectoral muscle and breast, her drumhead tight, bubbling abdominal muscles on sickening open display under the shelf of barely-covered cubic girl-meat. Theo shuddered, topless, as Becca looked down to him, eyes glittering with the excitement of muscles and their resultant control and power.

"I said put it on, Theo," Becca said softly and dangerously, and Theo heard a slight tear from his overtaxed, straining tshirt with only her slight tightening of her chest and traps with annoyance.

"Please Becca, don't make me do this," he began, eyes still down on the floor with the pink bikini top held up in one limp hand, "please don - " his breath being abruptly cut off as he felt a vice grip close on his throat and lift him skywards.

"Okay, okay," he choked out in defeat, and Becca, with insane speed, dropped him to the ground again. Shuddering, head down to the ground again, Theo slipped his arms through the straps of the bikini top, clipping it fastened in the back with no small amount of difficulty. The deflated bikini cups lay flat against his rail-thin chest as she smiled her approval to his forced subservience.

Tom's Encounter Chapter 10 - Release

thesabre — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 20:38:59 +0000

Chapter 10
"You didn't think I forgot about you Tom, did you? I couldn't forget about you, my big worship man, you've been so amazing, I don't think I've ever come that hard! It must be from all this hot, hard.... muscle pumping.... Ooooohhh..... I'm SO big and jacked up, Tom, I feel like I might explode, I'm SOooooo yoked, have you ever seen anyone this BIG, Tom, anyone this ripped?" Krissy teased him gently, alternating between silky whispering and seductive, soft throaty whining, and finally turning her naked, hulking form to face him, titantic slabs of muscles swaying, hardening and engorging with her strangely dainty piruoette. Her bursting, meaty breasts swung a split second behind the teen's impossible bulk, jiggling a bit as the inches-thick plates of rippling muscle caught up with her spin, her tiny pink nipples protruding and looking hard as concrete, each pec-topping thimble deformed by pulsing veins that ran underneath them and then across her mammoth chest like roadmaps.

Tom moaned loudly, whispering to himself in what sounded like gibberish save the occasional utterance of muscle groups and profanity. He was licking his lips, his arm swinging furiously as he continued to pleasure himself maniacally, wild, wide eyes trying to look every where at once, to try to take in her completely outrageous, mad scientist's creation of a physique individual muscle by hot, throbbing muscle.

"What's that, Tom?" she bent down slightly, holding a cupped hand to her small ear in pantomime, enjoying her dominance, and whispered low and softly, "You think I should get bigger still? Bigger STILL? I'm not big enough for you STILL, Tom?" she squeaked the last, green eyes widened in feigned surprise, and she tilted her head back thoughtfully, causing her bull neck and 2x4 traps to erupt with thick, swollen musculature.

"Well......" she cooed, tapping her small chin with one perfectly pink-laquered fingernail, "Okay, I'll just milk these little girl's muscles til they're even bigger, til I'm the biggest, hardest, vascular little muscle-bunny you've ever seen! I bet ya'd like that!" she exclaimed in a sing-song little girl's voice. Tom continued muttering incomprehensibly as she finished, shuddering a bit at her words.

"Rosa, turn around, I'm gonna pump my body to the maximum, force myself into a fucking huge, bulging muscle-beast for my little man here, so this might get a little ... ugly, " Krissy breathed a little harder now, becoming quickly aroused again at the thought of the size she would shortly balloon herself to, and then grunted slightly, hardening her nightmare physique slightly in preparation for an apocolyptic, full-body volcanic flex that would be the last, a body-filling eruption of impossible, drug-induced, horrifyingly striated muscles that would push the limits of her shiny, taut, tanned skin to rupture. Rosa, initially watching Krissy like a pet watches it's master, shielded her eyes as told with one arm, standing and turning her back to both of them.

"Here we go," Krissy said softly, brushing her lace-bowed pigtails back behind ominously bulging traps, and went into a crab pose, simultaneously flexing every muscle on her body - and there was plenty of huge, monstrous muscle to flex.

Her already massively pumped up physique, from head to toe, inflated instantly with the initial movement, ballooning to a ridiculous size that nearly burnt-out Tom's remaining awareness, and receded in size ever so slightly as they cut up when she hardened her straining muscles through sheer willpower, knowing the terrific levels of tension she was putting on her freak-show musculature would be nearly impossible to hold and full of racking pain if she did manage to hold the flex for any small amount of time.

Krissy's ballooned, stretched skin groaned dangerously, shiny and taut everywhere but nearly translucent when it came to her armor-plated torso - bloated, striated, melon-sized mounds that rumbled slightly with the twitching of her unnaturally massive, fully flexed pectorals, inch thick veins growing from her muscle cleavage like vines to spread across each disgustingly quivering, horribly pumping block of meat.

"HHHHGGGNNNNNHHHAA!" she cried out, her voice becoming hoarse and cracking with the violent screams that erupted from her every few seconds now as her muscles locked up in singularly excruciating pain, pumped to their absolute fullest allowable volume, engorged with blood, and covered in throbbing veins and arteries that snaked between insane bulges and valleys of pulsating, sickening, overblown girl-meat.

Krissy's face was a rictus of intense pain, her brows furrowed together as tears slid from her tightly clenched, mascara-ed eyes and ran a grey trail down her rose-colored cheeks, to be lost in the slick of sweat that had rained moments before from what seemed like every pore, pooling around the pec insertions so obscenely thick they covered her collarbones completely..

Krissy's skin was glistening with sweat and the remants of posing oil, strangely stretched and taxed from the incomprehensibly huge muscles that she wanted and needed so badly to pump their girth to their physical limit, to be the most insane, JACKED girl ever, to pump herself up so huge with titantic, razor sharp muscles that Tom would never be able to look at another huge female bodybuilder and get hard again, no matter the amount of muscle they had piled on, abusing their bodies in their relentless search for more mass - SHE was the biggest, most cut, the most roided-up - she was a muscle-goddess!

"OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!" she moaned alarmingly loud, her mouth open and a weird, low creaking groan now coming from it, her bulbuous, mass-injected physique now completely expanded to its' full-out limit, traps the size of cooking hams flattening her small ears to her skull, framing her agony-filled, tear-stained, gorgeously and outrageously still feminine face with impossible, overtly maculine slabs of muscle. Her eyes rolled back in her head drastically as she fought off the excruciating pain for another second, neck corded with huge tendons and veins, her entire body trapped in a muscle-locking, vibrating, abhorrent flex, breaths coming in savage grunts.

"I'M AT MY MAX, TOM!" she spit slightly as she groaned out like an animal, as her intelligble words lowered into a keening wail of pain, the effort of speaking obvious alongside the titantic most muscular pose she still held despite the feeling of deep, cutting razorblades all over her enormous, twitching, colossus of beefy groups of balled muscle, sinew, and vascularity. Every inch of her unbelievable, bloated body was infested with crawling, pumping veins and cabled arteries, feeding blood to the monstrous, thick masses of muscle erupting from her five-foot frame like they were trying to escape her saran-wrapped skin.

"I'm a fucking MUSCLE BEAST TOM! Look at ME! HNNNGGGAAAAAA! Look at my fucking ...... GIANT bulging muscles, Tom! Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod OHMYGOD ohmygod ...... HHHHHNNNNGHHH! SO YOooKED! .... ANNNNNGGGHHHH!" Tears, sweat, and drool now ran in separate tracks freely down her tortured face, and the impossible young girl's unstoppable vascularity had finally swallowed her tree-stump neck and began to creep along her contorted visage, splitting her forehead and cheeks with ugly, purplish veins, ruining her previously gorgeous face with the after-effects of all of the muscles she had forcibly stuffed mercilessly into her once slight, female frame. Rosa lifted her head slightly at Krissy's screams, gasped in fear and instinctual revulsion at the sight, and quickly ducked her head under her arm again, sheilding herself from the abomination of femininity and nature.

Tears ran down Tom's face as well, partly from his blatant fear of the unnatural, science lab monstrosity in front of him, and partially from relief as his long-awaited ejaculation finally happenned in the face of steroid-edificed, teenaged muscular armageddon.

Krissy's face, trapped and squeezed in slightly, forcing her mouth into an 'o' by the impeding mass of her maxed-out, inflated neck and traps, was now frozen in an almost cute look of surprise, the excruciating, scream-inducing, unbearable pain subsiding for just one instant to make way for a second, tremendous orgasm of her own, the hulking muscle-girl dropping heavily to one knee in uncharacteristic total submission of control, weird groans, whining and grunting emitting from her open, trembling and pouty pink lips incredibly loudly, and still the teenaged freak of nature was holding her monumental, shaking, physique-inflating crab pose, as her spunk gushed out once again with surprising volume to spackle granite hard, meat-stuffed thighs.

Krissy's head was down, shaking slightly, and her body was absolutely revolting - all she was was big, striated, veiny, grossly inflated and pumped up impossible muscle-meat with a pigtailed head atop, her body no longer appearing quite human, much less that of a teenaged girl. Femininity got slapped across the face by bulbous, thick traps, shredded, vein-webbed bowling balls of jumping pectorals, bulging melons of biceps and matching, bloated horseshoes of triceps, and not in the very least her cobblestone-paved, wide and thickly vasculated abdominals.

Finally, at the apex of her tremendous, groaning, earth-shaking flex, Tom emitted a humorously girlish scream as his jism sprayed from him like a firehose, foot long ropes erupting from him and shooting impressively over the massive swollen mountain of shoulder and boulder-shaped trap of the dangerously, unbelievably thick, sweat-slicked, quivering naked young female bodybuilder just a few spare feet from him.

"MMMmmmmm......" Krissy moaned, strangely soft and girlish after the animalistic grunting and groaning of seconds before, "God, that was incredible! Tom, you've got VIP status with me, I've NEVER gotten this pumped, this enormous, I mean, Jesus, I'm a freak!" she puffed between hard breaths that swelled her enormous chest, laughing lightly as Tom went into light convulsions at the sound of her silky voice, his spraying limited now to a still impressive squirt every few moments as his crying and moaning both lowered in volume and finally ceased.

"And, of course, the whole coming twice thing, that always helps," she chirped cheerfully.

She turned around, finding her disintegrated lace panties and split bra on the floor near the bed with a look of confusion, as if she had forgotten about the titantic, body-swelling flexes that had rendered them useless, a slight frown on her face.

"Well, this isn't very good," she pouted, finding the pieces of her tiny, button up blouse that she'd destroyed hours before when her body had only been unbelievable, not pumped to popping with steroid-induced, monstrous, mind-frying musculature. Finally, she spied the trench she had worn over it all to get through the lobby as inconspicuously as she could and get to Tom's room. She picked it up, and pulled it over her hulking, bulging shoulders and traps after she got the coat over her arms with little struggle.

"Don't worry, the swelling will go down, my muscles get really big when I pump them up, and then they get a little more 'normal', like when I first got here," Krissy giggled, starting to button up the large, resisting trench. "If by normal you mean guns bigger than twenty inches," she teased, throwing a small flex of her giant bicep his way, the fabric of the trench swelling dangerously and becoming tight on her bloated arm.

Tom's Encounter Chapter 9 - Fulfillment

thesabre — Wed, 09 Dec 2009 16:28:33 +0000

The dementedly linebacker-shaped, rippling muscle-freak suddenly dropped Tom to the floor lightning fast at the apex of her loud moan, her adoring, worshipful client, who had been the singular focus of her attention for so long that day, forgotten immediately as her eyes closed when a sudden rush of erotic pleasure hit her grossly musclebound crotch.

Tom fell the few last inches to the floor, his eyes locked in on the disgusting sight of Krissy's womanhood become enveloped, swallowed and eclipsed from his viewpoint by striated, rippling she-beef from her disgustingly bloated, meat-packed thighs to her staggering, swollen eight-pack stomach, his jaw rattling as his ass hit the floor by the bed. Below the last cube of sickeningly protruding abdominal muscle a bulge of solid, hard meat Tom didn't even know existed erupted into rigid prominence by inches above her crotch as the sound of dripping juices running down thick, barrel-like bulging thighs marked her spontaneous, long awaited orgasm.

Tom looked on in awe and fear as Krissy's pulsating, engorged muscles all locked up frighteningly and simultaneously with the intense tidal wave of her pleasure, bringing out every freakish detail of her amazing, bloated, razor-sharp musculature, veins in full, rigid yet sickengingly pulsing spiderwebs across each and every inch and body-inflating pound of massive, impossible striated man-meat.

Tom was startled as Krissy's loud, deepening moan turned into loud, satisfied yet bullish grunts with the simultaneous rolling, intense contraction of every blood-engorged, rigid and swollen part of her tremendous physique. Krissy's eyes opened slowly, a low moaning still from her slightly parted, bubble-gum pink lips, to the sound of Rosa gagging again quite loudly, the young girl's dark brown eyes frighteningly wide and rolled up in her facedown position, locked in like lasers on Krissy's wickedly cut, outrageous, gigantically pumped up and slithering muscles.

Looking the cowering maid directly in her eyes, Krissy brought one slab of beef upwards towards her relatively tiny head, and made a kissing gesture with her full, glossy pink lips. Then, she flexed her gargantuan bicep - the already freakishly huge, uunflexed mound of mass surged, a disgusting volleyball of steel she-meat erupting, and the tip of the thick, skin-stretching mounntain of beef kissed the young musclegirl's waiting, daintily pink pursed lips. Rosa did not retch this time at the egregious display of freakish mass and striated development, and this brought a smile to the blown-up, vein-riddled bodybuilderette's face.

Looking down to Tom, the euphoria of her own cumming now a warm tingling wave across her freakishly inflated, swollen body, she crawled off the bed, thick muscles swimming violently under morphing, glistening taut skin that squealed like a rubbed balloon as her fully pumped physique swelled, rumbled, and reformed with the revolting movement of her bulging mounds of meat. Tom's exposed manhood was insane looking to Krissy - it was admittedly huge itself, veins pumping visibly in a poeticly strange similarity to the volcanic, impossibly massive, drug-enhanced girlie-muscles that had caused his stiff condition in the first place.

"Jack off to the most muscular girl in the world, Tom," Krissy cooed seductively. The young muscle-goddess was drunk on power and the aftershocks of her own explosive orgasm. "Jack off to my sick, HUGE muscles, you know that you need to," she continued in a teasing, singsong voice as Tom's manhood jerked around, possessed. Tom gave in without a second's more resistance and grabbed his wild manhood with both extreme excitement and strange shame at the prospect of degrading himself in front of the young, stark-naked, robustly muscled sexpot, not to mention the young maid met quite abruptly just minutes before just feet away.

Krissy cooed in a velvet whisper, "Good boy," and straddled his prone, laid out form, her bowling ball stuffed, striated ass and beef-bloated, corded thighs above his head, his head itself surrounded by ominously bulging calf muscles that erupted sickeningly from Krissy's diminutive ankles and knees. As Tom began to stroke himself slowly, Krissy spoke.

"See, senorita," she started in a velvet, teasing, sing-song voice, alternating looks from a worshipful Rosa down to Tom with half-lidded green eyes, "everybody likes muscle, especially big... pumped.... veiny, stroooonnnng girlie-muscles, right Tom?"

"Lo siento," the doe eyed maid whispered, finally raising her head a bit from the hot puddle in front of her and running her hand across her mouth. "Usted es monstruo muscular de sexo femenino... " she continued, pushing herself off the ground slowly, shame and wanting trading places on her young face.

Krissy giggled a bit, looking at the young, thin girl as she pushed herself up, eyes still locked in on her inflated, disgustingly bloated bicep. "Yes, I am a 'muscle-monster'," she said in a silky whisper, and immediately made her terriffic meat-mass swell with a naturally impossible, bile-raising latspread. Her taut skin literally creaked, more skin-stuffing, body-stretching muscle from God knew where coalescing on top of her existing, freakish musculature - she was insanely developed, bigger than the biggest of the female, big-jawed and musclebound injectors, bigger than even the last Mr. Olympia - her chemically advanced, steroid-fed, outrageously mountainous physique was simultaneously ridiculous, awesome, and so vilely cut, veiny, and masculine in build and development that any normal person would surely vomit just like Rosa had at the mere sight of her horribly muscular, unnatural young body. Tom groaned in weird vocal spurts from the floor as her meat-packed body nearly doubled in thickness with her titantic flex bare feet from his face.

"And I think you like what you see," Krissy continued, glancing back for a moment to Tom, who was masturbating furiously, eyes nearly bulging from their sockets as he was looking from calf to bulging, grapefruit sized calf and moaning as his femuscle-induced, blacked-out mind began to become cognizant again, realizing once more the unbelievable monstrosity of muscles that stood above him, young, gorgeous, and near bursting with steroid-fed development.

"Usted quiere los mÃºsculas grandes, que bombean?" she asked Rosa quietly, releasing her gigantic latspread and crunching her ten pack of bubbling, horrifyngly veiny abdominals, and saw a wide smile break on her face, dispensing any further confusion of what the young maid wanted. "Big, bulging muscles?" she asked again in English, just to clarify, and Rosa's head nodded to Krissy's satisfaction. "Say it, Rosa, Digalo," Krissy whispered, so softly that Rosa could barely hear it over the groans of pleasure coming from Tom, raising and lowering in intensity and volume as if the man was in agony.

"Quiero ser enorme, mis mÃºsculas asÃ que grande puedo caber apenas en un bikinÃ. MÃºsculas masivas, venosas, por todas partes mi cuerpo...." Rosa spoke with an ever raising confidence in her voice. "Want huge muscles - I'll no be able to squeeze in bikini, veins all over me," the young maid carefully translated herself, now broadly smiling at the thoughts of her body matching Krissy's superheroine's physique, being that strong and big, an unstoppable feminine force.

"That we can handle, my little musculita," Krissy giggled, her rugged stomach protruding garishly with thick tennis-ball sized, vascular abdominal bulges, and stepped toward Rosa, her hand outstretched at the end of a thick, freakish, vein and artery roped band of bulging, striated muscle bellies and insertions.

"But first, what I came here to do in the first place," she said matter of factly, her eyes turning again to Tom's shaking form, his eyes half-closed in bliss as he freely drooled and moaned like a mental ward patient, his vantage point providing a perfect view of the young muscle-loaded goddess' swells of ridiculous hamstrings, corded with tendon, bulging at the top to bubblish, overly exaggerrated, squared glutes, each full, meat stuffed exposed cheek feathered with mind melting-striations and crawling smallish, worm-like veins. Krissy stared at his shaking form for a minute, amazed at his impressive longevity, as most of her clients nearly always blew their first load just looking at her beef-injected body in her tiny schoolgirl outfit, or at least when she got down to her bra and panties - usually this would send most of her clients, even the biggest muscle fanatics, into a frenzied, sticky mess. Tom had outlasted all, allowing Krissy to really pump up, get huge for him, have him worship her entire steroid-fueled bulging mass, an intense, hours-lasting muscle exhibition she had greedily, selfishly put on for both herself and her client.

My new roomie Kerry...she likes fbbs??!

KM10 — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 05:25:07 +0000

It was sophomore year of college and today was move-in day in the dorms. My roommate from last year left school so I would be getting a new roommate. We were in a co-ed dorm but I was on an all girl floor. When I made it to the room, she had already moved in but wasnâ€™t in the room. Her name was Kerry. She seemed to have normal stuff, and she wasnâ€™t too girly (all pink stuff and fluffy animals, yek), she had a ipod on her bed, and a cool Mac lap top. After I moved in my stuff she showed up, she seemed cool right away. She was pretty short and thin and we hit it off fast. During the second week of school my lap top was acting up and I sent it off to get fixed. I needed to do a paper and Kerry let me use her lap top. I wasnâ€™t sure how to use the Mac show she showed me how to use Word and the internet on it. She was going home for the night. When I went on the internet I hit her favorites and there was a subfolder for â€œFBBâ€. I was curious and checked it out. There were like literally 25 links in there. I checked a few out and wowâ€¦let me tell you, I was floored but what I saw. All these sites in her lap top were related to female bodybuilders. Sites with contest picture, personal sites for a selected fbbs and ones with a mix on clips and pics. I must say I was glued to them! It did not take long and then I was confused. Should I like these girls? Why was I so glued to them? Well, I did not think about that too long as I surfed more of her sites. These girls were all muscle, carved out of stone, tan skin and many timesâ€¦.all oiled. They were sexy, beautiful and full of muscle everywhere. Wow. I will say I am bi curious, play a bit, grind on the dance floor but never did anything serious with a girl. I must say, I was taken by these sites. Should I say anything to her? Maybe these sites were a boyfriends to look at? I needed to get back to my paper but it was hard to concentrate.

The next day Kerry was back, she asked me how the paper went and I told her I finished and thanked her. I complimented her on her lap top, she mentioned she loved it and that she bought it about a week before school started. (I now knew those were her links). I got my lap top back a few days later and found myself doing searches for fbbs almost everyday. I was drawn in big time. These women were beyond words. Their shape, size, muscles, confidence. So attractive. Their tan skin, cuts and when they flex! All this muscle just appears, tenses and gets all big. Some of these fbbs have biceps you just stare at and want to feel. And then there are these big shoulders, wide up top down to a small waist, then these big legs. There are literally thousands of sites to see these women on the net

It was bound to happen and Kerry spotted my lap top on my bed with a fbb site pulled up. I had left the room to go down the hall, Kerry walked in while I was out and she saw a picture of Dena Westerfield on my computer. I walked in and after a few minutes Kerry noted that she loved the pic on my computer. I was so nervous, I said thank you and told her that I saw a link on her lap top. She was so cool and said it was fine, and that it was cool that I liked, and was curious too. (I was more than curious at this point as I was into looking at these girls a lot). She told me she has liked Fbbs for like 4 years. (we are sophs in college, she must have liked them in her teens, wow). Later that night, we came back from being at a few partiesâ€¦we were certainly buzzing and Kerry said she wanted to surf some muscle girls, I was not going to say no! Kerry was a wiz surfing sites, finding amazing pictures and clip of these girls with muscle. I think the pitchers of cheap frat beer was good to loosen us up. She found this girl Marja, holy cow, she was pretty and muscle everywhere. Kerry was so into these girls, I can see why, but the glow on her face. I must say, after seeing Marja, and then these clips, I was full out horny as hell.

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I could not believe it but I was into these women at a high level. Kerry was certainly turned on, as she was making comments about the girls we were looking at, pointing out how big and hard the biceps look their peaksâ€¦the cuts in the quads, the oil and all the muscle in the onstage pictures. All of a sudden after a few clips, I look over and Kerry has her hand in her pantiesâ€¦..

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Muscle Sex Pt 2

thesabre — Fri, 02 Oct 2009 15:27:32 +0000

"Why do you like that one so much, David? Is it because she's so muscular, or is it because she's black?" Sarah asked, momentarily leaving my dangerously aroused unit alone in her curiosity. Surprised by her intense interest in the workings of my muscle fetish, I laughed a little bit. This seemed to be going extraordinarily well do far, so I decided to tell her the absolute truth.

"No, Sarah, it's because she does porn, lesbian and straight, and she happens to be built like a brick shithouse," I told her, looking her right in the eye as I did. A loud series of gutteral grunts exploded from the speaker, as the barrel-thick Yvonne was ravaging Lynne from behind with a strap-on that was frighteningly big, and purple to boot. "There's not too much muscle-girl porn out there, it's a smaller fetish,"

"I like it - those girls are so big and strong, its' amazing," she quipped as she grabbed my shaft, slowly jacking me off as she simultaneously stimulated me with her wet mouth and tongue. "And I like what you like, love, so I like massive, muscular female bodybuilders," she said quickly and softly, her eyes riveted to the big screen, where now Lynn McCrossin was getting plowed sideways by an ambitious young man - her strangely girlish moans and groans of delight seemed almost involuntary, her hands cupping the bottoms of her balloonish fake tits as her colossal body was being moved by nearly a foot at a time by the pornstar's valiant efforts. I jumped a bit as Sarah continued pleasuring me like a pro herself, noticing with no small amount of wonder that beyond the bodybuilder's giant, out of place breasts, absolutely nothing on her solidly built, almost mannishly muscular body jiggled an inch.

My hands were now intertwined in Sarah's long brown hair as I unconsciously bobbed her head up and down in time with Yvette's new, pounding rhythm as she muscle-fucked yet another young stud, laid out on a bed while the huge Amazon hit obscenely body-bloating muscle poses at the same time she was grinding her pelvis with incredible force into him, making the bed creak loudly over the speakers to punctuate her grunts of satisfaction. Sarah's expert mouth and tongue continued to pleasure me, while she was making cute, small moans as the picture changed to a massive, oiled Yvette, on all fours, her thick, protruding stomach ballooning and receding with her quick breathing as this same man now pounded her relentlessly from behind, seemingly giving it his ultimate all, nearly hate-fucking the unnaturally developed young woman.

"Mmmmm...." Sarah licked her lips, slowing her stroking of me as she watched the television like she in a trance. Yet another man had joined the fray and was now fucking the nubian goddess's mouth, her sucking power evident by the way her strong jaw muscles clenched and unclenched, bulging insanely from her otherwise feminine, made up face. "You should do me like that, give me your big cock, put it right inside of me," she practically begged in a husky whisper, brown doe-eyes looking into mine hopefully.

"All right," I said, breathing hard and still not wholly convinced that this unbelievably perfect meshing of muscle and sex with my girlfriend was really happenning, and stood up from the couch. Grabbing the controller, I started the next clip I had with one slightly shaking hand, and pushed Sarah down onto the coffee table with the other. She anxiously, quickly undid her jeans, breathing quite heavily herself, dropping both the denims and her thong underwear in one motion, eager to get her own fulfillment under way. The sounds of clanging metal filled the air in the room as the new clip began, and my newly femuscle loving girlfriend was laying across the coffee table, head up to be able to watch the continuing show of egregious, bulging female muscles, veins, sweat, and sinew.

Sarah was bent over at the waist like a cat in heat, her ass pointed up in the air, waiting for the insertion that was imminent. Both of our eyes were locked in on the 52" television across the room - on it, Britt Miller, lip bitten and face somewhat twisted with her effort, was forcing out another tortuous repetition of a heavily loaded barbell, her outrageously muscled arms swelling with rocky biceps and thick, corded veins as she willed her body bigger still in a tight, muscle-curve hugging pink halter top. Her hair was tousled, sweat ran down the crevace of her thick pectorals, and I don't think I've ever been as hard as I was at that moment in my entire life. Unable to wait any longer, I slid the shaft of my iron, quivering manhood into my girlfirend's waiting, wet and warm sheath. With a sigh and small grunt of satisfaction as I buried myself all the way in, Sarah gripped the table as I slowly began to rock my hips, moving only slightly inside her as I was a bit afraid of how long I would be able to keep this up without exploding.

"Is that what you want, sweetheart? Is that what you want me to look like? My body all covered with big, ....unnnh..... hard muscles?" my girlfriend teased and taunted, gripping the far edge of the coffee table tightly while watching the young, muscle-packed female bodybuilder continue to pump up as she herself was getting pumped. Sarah arched her back further still, allowing for a more penetrating angle from me and a slightly flatter stomach for herself as I viciously did her doggy-style, thrusting with purpose as we both watched raptly, eyes wide as our first-ever muscle-sex session continued.

"I'll go to the gym, start pumping iron every day, til I get some huge, bulging muscles myself, since that's what you like!" she commented, her voice hiccupping cutely as I reached the apex of each long thrust. Sarah then gasped a bit, whispering "Jesus!" as on huge display in front of us Britt had just finished the last curl of her set, her vein covered, bloated biceps and shoulders startling in their pumped, shredded detail, agony evident in her face, her cute brow furrowed, cheeks blown out completely and her surprisingly and somewhat disturbingly developed jaw muscles in full display as she dropped the heavy barbell to the floor with a clang.

"I think I DO need to get steroids," she continued matter-of-factly, moaning sweetly as I hit a especially sensitive spot with my self-surprisingly large, throbbing member. Britt Miller turned to face us on the widescreen and hit a gratuitous, horribly meat-injecting double-bicep pose. My fucking motions doubled in speed as the muscle-girl's arms expanded to their limits, a smile on her weary face after an intense set of heavy curls. Sarah panted a bit at the abrupt change of tempo, and quite possibly the massive double biceps pose performed by the sexy young musclegirl feet from our faces, larger than life.

I looked down to Sarah, her slightly oversized and rounded ass jiggling with the fierce pounding I was delivering, and saw with lessening surprise she was enjoying the show as much as I was, or at least doing a terrific job of acting in making me think so. Her eyes were wide open and glued to the television as Britt performed a massive latspread, her halter top tightening up around her melon-sized, swollen, blocky pecs as her cobra-hood lats spread out and up.

You could see the effort in Britt's face as the young bodybuilder flexed to her max, her upper body looking like a linebacker's in full pads in its extremity, lats spread like a wings, her halter stretched thin as tissue paper across her blood-engorged pecs and ripped, cobblestone six-pack of abs. I consciously had to slow down to enjoy more of this - the combination of sex with Sarah while watching my fantasy - musclebound, shredded female bodybuilders pumping themselves up relentlessly, throwing around hundreds of pounds of weight in a session - was the most sexually gratifying experience I had ever had.

"If I'm going to get as big as her, I'm gonna need lots of them! Is that how big you want me, love? With big, bulging, muscle tits, and a six pack? Mmmmpppph..... or an eight pack?" she looked back momentarily, and saw my eyes locked in on the screen as the young mountain of female muscle smiled sultrily and performed a volcanic sidechest pose that made her squared muscletits rocket upwards, settling under her chin. The combination of Sarah's ultimately sexy muscle talk and Britt's simultaneous muscular explosion excited me to the point where I brought my open palm down hard on her exposed buttcheek, a loud slap punctuating the air.

"Oooohh!" she cooed in delight, looking back to the television and the close-upped view of concrete slabs of biceps meat, divided by a thick and disseminating network of veins atop sweat-shined, girth-stretched bronze skin. "Next time you smack my ass, it won't jiggle, David," she continued, flexing her butt hard in anticipation of the glutes she was already developing in her mind, "Next time it's going to be solid, hard, meat," she breathed slowly. "I'm going to get jacked, all for you, do whatever it takes to get as big as her - big, muscular, and powerful!"

Lost in the extremely erotic moment, I let it slip out. "There's bigger." There, I'd done it. My female muscle fetish was already out of the bag, and THAT had worked out extremely well for our sexual relationship, at the very least.

"Bigger than her?!" Sarah's head whipped around, mid-thrust, to stare at me. "Really, David? Bigger than her?!" she repeated in an incredulous and somewhat defeated voice. I swore to myself I could hear excitement in my girlfriend's voice as well, and used it for self-justification for my next action. Pausing for a second in my movements towards her, I again picked up the PS3 controller and with a few deft pushes of my fingers, found the hidden folder containing yet more video clips, ones I had intended for another occasion altogether, preferrably when I was alone.

Muscle Sex

thesabre — Thu, 20 Aug 2009 15:03:36 +0000

"I found a way for us both to enjoy it," I started nervously, picking up the Playstation 3 controller. Sarah walked into the living room slowly, not understanding.

"Enjoy what, David?" she asked, looking at the controller in my hand. "Video games? I'm really not interested."

"No, Sarah, my.... my fetish. Um,... for muscular women." As uncomfortable as voicing it sounded to me, there was no point in trying to be coy - Sarah had already seen the proof on my Windows Media Player, left on carelessly after masturbating, spitting out randomly thousands of clips of oiled, veiny, massively muscular women either in the tiniest and tightest of bikinins or stark naked, garnered from numerous websites over the past few years. She had also read 'stories' left up on the monitor accidentally, all about young, obscenely muscular and usually sexually aggressive girls and women. Yes, Sarah had found out my fetish - my obsession for strong, muscular females had been laid out in the open just that morning, and with me embarassed, had resulted in a fight, and she had stormed off to work, crying, but parted with this statement :

"David, I just want to be a part of what you enjoy. I was considering getting steroids, for fuck's sake! All for you, to be what you wanted - big and muscular!" and left, the door slamming behind her. We had made up over the phone hours later, and she explained that she didn't mind it, everybody had their fetishes, she just wished I hadn't tried to hide it from her. Sarah didn't understand - the social stigma against girls with muscles was fairly deeply rooted in at an early age, being a black and white contrast to what male America thought sexy - thin, artificially big-titted bimbos with anemically thin bodies. I promised to try and share my fetish with her like she wanted.

I had already loaded a jumpdrive full of some of the best clips I had - I made sure that they were all of facially gorgeous young bodybuilders, not some of the more hardcore stuff I had where the steroid abuse was blatantly obvious - meat-stuffed freaks that I enjoyed on a different level, excepting of course their masculine faces. I enjoyed their hyper-developed physiques, outrageous in their bulging, unnatural size and ripped-to-the-bone conditioning, but also found the slightly less 'jacked' girls, the ones who looked like supermodels that couldn't resist the lure of hard steel, equally arousing. No, I had decided, to start with, I wanted to ease Sarah carefully into into my world of female muscle fetish, not drop a nuclear bomb of gigantic, steroid-fed veiny balls of ridiculous, shredded mass, and so picked some of the most attractive, if a little less freakily musclebound, bodybuilding girls that I had collected.

Sarah sat down next to me on the sofa, and took my hand. With the other hand I found the folder on the PS3 and started the first video. I had put some muscle porn first on the playlist, not sure how she would react to simple muscle-posing - while the sight of a young, robustly developed girl in a bikini flexing and pumping her hard-earned muscles for the camera did wonders for my sexual excitement, I didn't know how well that would work with a straight, relatively sexually 'normal' girl. So, the credits rolled by, and the sounds of a grunting, moaning woman came through the speakers - just a little bit too loud. I turned it down a bit, trying not to bother the neighbors, and nervously watched both the television and my girlfriend Sarah out of the corner of my eye to try to judge her reaction to what she was seeing.

In the back of my mind a persistent voice called out that my girlfriend would find my obsession disgusting, homoerotic, absolutely intolerable, and probably all three. Finally, the blackened screen brightened with the first of the clip, and Yvette Bova's naked, muscle-stuffed physique was immediately the center of both of our attentions, the full-on pleasured grunting now accompanied by the sight of this thick, hugely meat-bloated female bodybuilder getting railed from behind by a man that looked relatively like a stick figure. With each deep thrusting of the pornstar's formidably long manhood, the twin, lumped mounds of her bubbled, muscular glutes jumped up, hardening and bulging quirkily as she pushed back into his thrusts, taking every inch of him inside. Outrageously huge, obviously fake naked tits swing back and forth like a pendulum keeping time atop the relatively smaller, squared blocks of pectorals that would've almost filled a C-cup themselves.

"Oh my God," Sarah whispered, and I turned immediately, wide-eyed at the enthusiastically loud outburst, to look at her, expecting to find a frown of disgust on her face. "She's HUGE!..." she trailed off with her eyes wide and then she finally peeled them from the television screen and the accompanying sweating, grunting, muscle-fucking she beast to turn to me, a small smile curling the edges of her lips.

"Yeah, she's pretty big..." I began akwardly, looking down to my noticeably tented lap in a mixture of apprehension and confusion. I looked up sharply, nearly gasping in surprise, as I felt her hand brush my crotch lightly, quickly settling and feeling my ramrod straight, iron manhood throught the cloth of my pants.

"Oooooh," she cooed, her eyes half-lidded and the smile becoming wider, "So is this thing, big just like her, BIG and HARD," with each word of emphasis she squeezed, making my hips buck slightly with the feeling of her skilled grip on me. Sarah now lightly jacked me off through my pants as she returned her remaining attention to the video clip, where Yvette now straddled the exhausted looking pornstar, literally mounted the much smaller man, her body so wide and thick with huge, pistoning meat that all you could see of her sexual prey was two bone white, stick thin legs protruding from under Yvette's bulging ass and between her rock hard thighs.

"So.... so what do you think?" I asked sheepishly as she continued to pump my rigid, twitching manhood emphatically, eyes locked in on the huge, screen filling black bodybuilder as her back exploded and receded with rock hard, unbelievable muscles as she ground her dripping, voracious vagina into the helpless, pinned man, her fingers splayed on his chest as she muscle-fucked him aggressively, grunting like an angry bull.

"I think I like what this is doing for you," Sarah purred, not a stroke of my cock or a second of the blatant muscle-sex exhibition mised at her reply. "I don't think I've ever felt you this hard and big David!" she continued with wonder in her voice. At this point, the first clip faded to black, and I picked up the controller once again from the coffee table.

She turned to me with a sweet smile, her grip tightening once again as she squeezed sensually, and asked, "Do you have more? I want to see more big, hard, strong muscles," she almost moaned, licking her lips knowingly, and I almost came right there. "Show me more m...mm..muscles, David, please," she whispered, letting go of my member for just long enough to expertly release my belt and spring it from its denim prison. I hit the play button for the next video clip as she took me inside her mouth, her tongue running the length of my shaft expertly.

"Mmmm...." she continued, facing me as she licked the entirety of my iron manhood, her eyes locked on mine as I watched her, her wet tongue slathering me with a light coating of her saliva that vanished almost instantly, a slight coolness left behind to counter the painfully close warmth of her tongue on yet another inch of me.

"You really DO like musclegirls, huh David?" she teased evilly, knowing full well by the look on my face the effect her words were having, "their HUGE muscles stretching their tanned, oiled skin, all veiny, and hard, massive.... muscles.... mmmm...." with each word her tongue flicked out, using just the tip to stimulate my throbbing head, and I thought I might explode too early, ending the experience right there.

Luckily, the clip began suddenly and the air was filled with the sounds of both soft, continuous moaning, and slightly faster, huffing moans as the second selection of muscle-porn came on, and Sarah's eyes immediately darted from mine to turn her head to the screen, quickly proceeding to take me into her mouth completely, her tongue performing acrobatics as both Yvette Bova and now Lynn McCrossin filled the large screen. Both were oiled and gloriously naked, their large, jiggling muscletits pointing nearly straight out in the air, as they worked themselves over with large rubber dildos, their unnaturally muscular arms pumping with pistoning muscles and splashed with veins in their dual orgasm-producing workouts.

Tom's Encounter Chapter 8

thesabre — Sun, 19 Apr 2009 16:54:53 +0000

The look of this he-man's body was at most times horrifying, yet at other times, incredibly arousing, but not in a wholly sexual way - as another grunting, incredible curl of the other grown man was completed, Rosa realized she was aroused by the unreal strength and the muscles carrying it, the want to be powerful that his amazing physique encompassed. She looked quickly back at the door, and realized she would likely be caught now if she tried to slink back out.

"I'm so .... sorry, gentle .... men," Rosa began, stumbling akwardly and backing towards the door, and then her jaw became unhinged. An instant prior to the look of disgust, disbelief, and shock that contorted the young girl's face, Krissy's mascara-lashed green eyes rose with her head to look at the unknown new guest, and Rosa could see atop the steroid-injected, ripped and meat-stuffed male bodybuilders' physique two flame-red pigtails tied in white lace bows framing a beautifully feminine face, the young girl's lips in a small 'o' of surprise, emerald eyes wide in shock at the intrusion.

Rosa looked in disbelief from the gorgeous, soft features of Krissy's face to the ultimate contrast that she had mistaken for a chemically enhanced man's body.
Her feministically ruined, titless chest was comprised of two dodecahedranal orbs of delineated, shredded pec muscles that were sickly bulging, swollen to the point that her nipples pointed straight down, trapped underneath a shelf of stony girl-beef. It really was no wonder that she had thought this young, freak show mucle-girl a man.

Rosa's stuck wide eyes followed the obvious pointers to Krissy's distended, heaving stomach. With each rapid, labored breath the young bodybuilderette's stomach swelled by a half foot, making her masculine, cubical muscle-tits jiggle disturbingly with the forced upswing, the swollen bulge of her midsection subdivided in a grid of individual, skin stretching, gorge-raising bubbles of abdominal development that were quickly overcome by a speeding wave of thick, throbbing veins and arteries, crawling across her swollen drumhead abdominal wall like invading worms.

As she had jerked upwards at the maid's unexpected appearance, Krissy's thick, bulging stomach had drawn in, pool-ball sized abs vacuuming, and her sex was revealed - it was obscene, an affront to everything and anything remotely feminine. The small clam of her shaved sex was surrounded by violent, angry swells, exploding from her pelvis in odd mountain ranges, roped with thick, pumping, muscle-engorging veins in what was supposed to be the most delicate of places. Gourd-like, fist sized thigh-muscle insertions completed the revolting picture, rendering the area between Krissy's blown out thighs an abomination to winess.

Despite the strain of keeping 200+ pound Tom aloft with one swollen, meat-inflated arm, Krissy was delighted by the sight of the young Hispanic woman, a blanked-out stare of on her pretty face, her jaw swung wide open, her tongue even poking out a bit. Mind blown, the maid stood frozen and stared at the impossible, naked young real-life anatomy chart, all ridiculous swells, bulges, and rippling hard meat where soft curves and feminine lines should've been.

Krissy looked down lustily, and flexed her half-foot-thick, titanium pecs for her new guest. The melons of meat rippled, a wave of flexion crossing the thick mounds from bottom to top - her tiny, erect pink nipples slid again under the muscle ocean's surface as the swell reached its staggering summit. Krissy, enjoying the slack-jawed, frightened and ultimately confused look on Rosa's face, along with the mixture of awe and need in the pretty girl's eyes made her go for gold, and she began to make her beef-injected pecs alternately jump, the beef orbs erasing any last hint of normal looking, soft and fleshy breasts, bouncing on wave after wave of huge, hard muscle.

Rosa stared as if watching a car wreck, witnessing the impossible as Krissy's thick, mannish chest rumbled, expanding upwards and outwards simultaneously and horribly, swelling to nearly a foot thick each of veinous, rippling meat. Rosa's stomach couldn't take the unbelievable, disgustingly unnatural sight anymore, and she violently vomited a hot stream of liquid onto the carpet. Krissy giggled in delight as the poor befuddled girl instantly dropped to her knees in the puddle of her own vomit from merely being a witness to her drug-enhanced, hyper-muscularity, the young girl groaning and holding her aching, roiling stomach, unable to move.

Waves of nausea continued to attack Rosa as she paid her unwilling, strange tribute to the impossibly muscular, disgustingly meat-bloated young girl, unbelievably still holding Tom with one muscle-writhing arm, his hugely erect, throbbing dick jumping in strange rhythms, looking ready to explode at Krissy's whim.

Rosa, meanwhile, was paralyzed, her mind shut down with the images of the demented muscularity on freakshow display in this girl's diminutive five-foot one frame - every inch of her was molded steel, sheathed with unnaturally huge, retch-inducing bulbuous bulging balloons of meat. Even with her cheek in the resultant puddle of hot expulsion, her eye rolled involuntarily to look with envy and wanting once again on Krissy's freakish, oil slicked physique.

"MMMMMNNnnnfff! Yeahhhhh ...." Krissy moaned, a blissful smile on her half-lidded face, and flexed her free bicep, watching her arm swell with pumped girl meat, going in an instant from insane to impossible. Her ridiculous, twin pillars of unnatural muscle were horrfyingly huge and razor edged. The effort elicited the loud groan and actually drew blood from her painfully bitten lip, holding Tom's form straight out at arm's length, his shocked and adoring eyes locked in on her skin-splitting, quivering biceps head right in front of him.

Tom, despite his raging erection and feeling he might explode at any second, began to feel spit gathering in his own mouth in preparation to being nauseous as witness to Krissy's horribly cut-up, bulging mass of unnatural, norms-defiant twenty-eight inch biceps heads - their craggy surfaces were intertwined, snaking vascularity, ever-changing angles as her lifting arm had reached its peak limit - her skin about to split around the surging she-muscle.

"I'm ... so.... JACKED," Krissy exhaled strongly, a mist of spit escaping dainty pink lips with her exertion. "That maid thought I was a ....", the immensely pumped up muscle-goddess continued in rapid fire, groaning loudly, head thrashing about a bit, ruby pigtails swinging from side to side, as soon as she spat the small phrase out. "MAN!, Tom!" a wide, white smile was immediately vanquished as she grunted, a deep frown flashing across her flushed, gorgeous face as a wave of muscle-locking pain struck her quivering, alarmingly writhing, pulsating muscle-bound arm.

"Look at my....HUGE.... biceps, Tom.... MMMNNNFFFFF!! ... " Krissy commanded in her sweet, feathery voice but ended in an uncontrollable, bullish grunt. She finally let Tom touch the floor again, lowering him slowly as the sickeningly gigantic bicep began to stretch back out a bit, trembling and quivering strangely, yet starting to lose its nightmare-inducing girth. Krissy knew instinctually that to force any more unbelievable size into her steroid-built edifice of a physique was to risk the rupture of her skin like that of a split grape.

Tom's Encounter Chapter 7 - The Workout

thesabre — Sun, 29 Mar 2009 05:42:41 +0000

Krissy's body was painted with a slick sheen of mixed posing oil and sweat, every naked inch of her gigantic, muscle-laden and disturbingly quivering he-man's physique highlighted and glistening, bulging in impossible, masculine superhero blocks.

The massive young musclefreak was smiling ecstatically, whining, and grimacing in intermittent, abrupt cycles, the rush toward explosive orgasm induced by blowing out and pumping up her titantically muscular, scientifically mutated physique in front of an adoring, worshipping client, combined with the now excruciating, ultimately exciting pain of curling him one-handed off the floor of the hotel room making a fearsome theater of her face.

What it did to her already staggering body was hard to describe in words - thick, angry cables of veins and arteries pumped visibly under her saran-wrapped, unblemished bronze skin as she curled Tom again, not quite as quickly as the previous twenty-some reps and somewhat jerkily.

Tom, for his part, had his large hands wrapped around Krissy's wrist. Her wrist felt fragile, bony in his grip. It left him flabberghasted how her skinny wrists could metamorphose just inches above, where the larger muscles of her muscle-stuffed forearms insertions met bone. He inched his hand upward carefully, over oil-slicked skin, to touch the inches-thick, corded tenderloins of muscle rippling along, forming a large, lumpy cone of hard girl-meat on her forearms. Tom looked up past the granite-solid, horrifyingly cantaloupe-sized biceps muscle looming, swelling and bulging quirkily like an animal inside a balloon, struggling to burst free from its' confines. Krissy's once angelic face was now pain-filled as she completed the tortuous rep, interspersed with tortured grunting, spit flying from her bitten pink lips.

"HnnngnnNNNNHHH! I'd say you're .... " the bulging bodybuilderette huffed, " ..... a lot closer to 200, Tom," Krissy finished and then groaned in outright pain, her disturbingly shaking biceps grotesque and HUGE, the tiny fibers that formed each monstrous swell fully visible, her skin audibly groaning itself, its' surface shiny and stretched. Tom feared Krissy might be, as bewildering as it was to him, just too massively muscular, as she started to reach size and swollen mass-levels that were sickly beyond what even Tom's dedicated schmoe, muscle-loving mind could even digest. The determined torture that the chemically altered, impossibly musclebound young lady curling him had put her arms to had developed them to unnatural size and ripped conditioning.

There was a slight knock at the door, but neither occupant heard it due to the increasing volume of Krissy's animalistic grunting, huffing and squealing as her already bloated, inflated naked body expanded still a bit more, impossibly swelling with bigger, striated man-meat - Tom looked up to her grimacing, red face, startled, as Krissy's overtaxed skin groaned loudly, like a sneaker run down a leather sofa, as more volume of unnautral she-beef coalesced all over her vibrating, muscle-bursting young body. Her eyes were closed, wrenched in pain and crinkled as the ongoing curls showed her incredible power and stamina, in addition to her blatantly obvious mass and size.

The maid, Rosa, had opened the door with impatience and crossed the threshhold of the hotel room, eyes immediately drawn to the horrid, movie-monster abomination of nature groaning loudly atop the bed. She had just accidentally walked in on some perverted gay sex act in progress, she thought with annoyance and much disgust. She noticed quite instantly that the short, groaning man on the bed was most obviously abusing truckloads of steroids - as he curled his friend, grunting and groaning like a penned bull, his body was visibly growing, pumped up to a vein-riddled, ridiculous and gag-inducing extent, and Rosa's hand went to her mouth at the incredible, frankly disgusting and yet strangely stimulating sight.

This guy must inject juice by the gallon, she thought with twinned dismayed scorn and surprise at the circus-show human being, thinking of the punishment this young man was forcing his body into, and for what? Huge, unnatural looking, bulging muscles all over, erupting in freakish valleys and mountains of hard, ugly power lumps.

Rosa personally thought the look of the bigger bodybuilders, especially the muscle-women with their cartoonishly exaggerated shapes, fake tits due to their obsession, and muscled jawlines, to be too much, too beyond developed. This muscle-monster in front of the diminutive Hispanic girl put even muscle-mag cover-gracing, roid-injected men's champions to shame.

To each their own, she tried to convince herself in an unexpected moment of tolerance, from which she was ripped violently by the tremendously loud groan and visible muscle inflation of the jacked-up, rivers-sweating bodybuilder as another repetition with a heavy human weight was completed.

Head still down in concentration, Rosa supposed, the man's morphing arm was hyperdeveloped and incomprehensibly pumped up - huge, throbbing veins splayed across what looked like four individual muscle heads, each quivering and writhing underneath taut, tanned and oiled skin to form a gigantic, bulbous biceps that was by far and away bigger than any Rosa had ever seen, football linebackers eclipsed by this young freak.

Krissy's monstrous physique had now reached the point where even Tom, his mind fried by the proximity to his ultimate fantasy, a young, powerfully muscular, gorgeous female bodybuilder, began to wonder if this, this extreme, was truly attractive and sexy, though his hugely erect manhood told the truth of the matter.

Krissy was muscle-fetish on overdrive, amplified by a factor of ten in her unnaturally overpowering, dominant, pants-tentingly extreme muscularity. Tom continued to witness her continued growth and alarming striation, mountainous muscles swelling and bulging against each others' dually rocky and slicked, swollen surfaces. A loud, drawn-out half grunt and keening wail, and the Athenian beast began another curl.

Rosa's throat tightened and her stomach jumped as the freakshow muscleman's body literally inflated by multiple inches with another wave of rippling mass. Head down, traps hulking, his huge, swollen and musclebound body actually vibrating, every square inch of his naked chest cut with deep crevasses of striation criss-crossed with interstate networks of pulsing veins. His gay lover hung from his cartoon-like arm, naked, with an impressively big, hard cock swinging between his legs that jerkied every few seconds as if on a marionette string.

Tom's Encounter Chapter 6 - Worship Pt. 2

thesabre — Thu, 26 Mar 2009 16:58:34 +0000

Tom rubbed oil lovingly and frantically into Krissy's wide, melon-sized deltoids, his fingertips exploring every steel inch, every muscular swell and crevasse, every hard tendon and strip of bulging meat that made up her titantic upper arms. She rotated her large, lumped shoulders to his quickly roaming touch, causing her freakish trapezius muscles to swell like an ocean hurricane, waves of bulging power surging from collarbone to the tips of her earlobes, jiggling her earrings with the edge of their stone hardness while simultaneously making her long red pigtails jump up a bit.

"Do you like my big, powerful shoulders Tom?" Krissy asked with velvet seduction, pinning her surprisingly bony elbows against diamond cut serratus and the unmoving swells of lat meat, making her blood-engorged, oiled delts erupt in unbelievable size, along with the slow bulge of her unnaturally thick, veiny traps.

"Concrete, veiny deltoids, huh? What do you think? Are they big enough yet?" she continued to tease as Tom's hands tried desperately to massage her thick traps - he looked like a masseusse going to work on marble - her flesh felt like river stones that had sat in the sun all day under his touch - he could feel the fresh, oxygenated blood pumping relentlessly through hard muscles to feed her swelling, bulging upper arms.

"The scientists sure liked them - and the more they watched, all but a few of them pretty excited," Krissy continued with a slight giggle, her eyes again dropping to Tom's impressively tented pants as his hands were again quickly filled with more of the warm, viscous posing oil. Krissy shifted again, spinning deceptively quickly for her amazing density and thickness, so that she again faced Tom, face beaming, flushed, beautiful, her prodigious arms glistening, the huge muscles even more outrageous in their definition, covered with fat, protruding, sausage-like veins. Krissy's perverse, all encompassing pride in her obscene muscularity, her meat-bloated physique's total disregard for all things feminine and natural, was clearly evident to Tom as she looked from one bulging giant cannonball of bicep to the other, self-adoration in her eyes and a bright smile of pure happiness on her face.

Going into a revoltingly cut-deepening crab pose, Krissy concentrated, eyebrows drawing together, focusing her flexing. Her already extremely pumped pecs exploded by inches of coalesced muscle mass, the skin shiny around deep striations of thick meat.

"The bigger I wanted to be. No, needed to be - after getting big there was no going back - I loved the way my new body felt, I loved being strong, rock hard, and massively built," she finished, looking down lovingly at her squared, mannishly over-muscled breasts, and with one last effortless flexion, snapped the futilely straining, tiny bra for good, tearing one of the miniscule cups against the ungiving, razor edged lump of quivering meat and rendering the thin string ties useless as they disentregated into puffs and scraps of red fabric. Krissy giggled and shrugged out of the torn remnants of her bra, ripped pecs and immense shoulders swelling and rippling, and looked to Tom, shameless in her toplessness.

"It's okay, sweetie, these stopped being breasts to me a long time ago - now they're just another part of what I've worked hard and been lucky enough to have - big, strong, girlie muscles." Krissy explained nonchalantley, seeing Tom's eyes automatically divert themselves from the years of socially ingrained training regarding exposed women's breasts. Only these were like no breasts Tom had ever seen, magazines, websites, and experience combined.

"Oh my God," Tom whispered, both parts awe and shock, as he, given permission of sorts, openly stared now, wide eyed, at one of the last parts of Krissy's meat-stuffed body that had been covered by the delightfully yet ridiculously tiny lingerie set she had stretched around her insane girth. Her cubes of pec muscle, multiple inches thick and matching the rest of her physique in vascularity, were rounded at the bottom by the afterthought of tiny breast tissue planted atop ripped, rigid mounds of meat. Cute, tiny nipples, a quarter inch long and pink against deep-tanned skin stood triumphantly, strangely out of place on the swollen, muscular canvas.

Krissy crossed her huge arms, and continued. "You know all girls want to be able to make their breasts bigger, especially teens - well, I could! With each day, each workout replacing fat with muscle, I could be any cup size I wanted!" the humongous Olympiette smiled grandly, and with a sly wink, her long black eyelashes bobbing once, slowly, started bouncing her mammoth, naked muscle-tits for Tom.

His hands went up as if to defend himself, covered with fresh oil, a look of shock and with surprise on his face, Tom was treated to Krissy's show. Just as he had adjusted to being able to just look at Krissy's unbelievable, bulky pecs, they just as quickly became jumping, bulging orbs of veiny, impossibly shredded muscle, bobbing and at the same time swelling with obscene growth, the strange bulges of her upper pectorals touching the point of her curved chin as she looked down lustfully at the pistoning mounds of meat. With a long, drawn out sigh of pleasure, she stopped the horrifying, seductive pulsing of her pec dancing, and Tom's hands, idle til now, bolted to the mounds of heated girl-meat, frantic in the movements to knead warm, slippery oil onto every bulge, every lump, every rocky curve of her amazing chest.

"I continued to lift weights ferociously, even sneaking in extra workouts late at night. I'd save up the pills and syringes, which came much less frequently because of my already superb development. I think Daddy probably had a hand in that - I already was bigger than the freakiest champion male bodybuilders, and so even the most fringe of the women bodybuilders, abusing steroids for years to morph into hulking mass monsters .... there was no woman that could match up to my muscularity."

Tom nodded complete agreement, mouth open and eyes glazed, his hands full of quivering female steel pecs now, having already experienced a tauntingly small taste of Krissy's genetically enhanced, unnaturally muscular symphony of the body. He stared, dumbfounded, at the blocks of powerful muscle inches from his eyes, yet quickly cupped her bullet-hard nipple from underneath the swell of the remainder of breast tissue, and lifted Krissy's big, naked muscle-tit by inches, choking a bit at the feel of the heated weight of it - it had felt like he was lifting a twenty-five pound dumbbell, but rubberized steel couldn't possibly feel this dense, this packed-in, this unbelievably powerful and sexy. Krissy flexed the fondled muscle hard with a coy smile, and Tom's hand was forced back hard and far enough where he nearly smacked himself in the face as her amazing steel meat-breast erupted underneath his hold, expanding to twice the size of his groping hand in under a second of liquid pectoral flexion.

"You see, Daddy was running for Senate at the time, and if America had found out that he had turned his own daughter into a freak of nature, a girl so muscular that the public couldn't possibly accept it - I'm betting somebody told him that wouldn't be so good of an idea. I was already in seclusion, and they hoped that by lowering my doses they could stabilize the effect all of that yummy," she licked her lips slowly, the pink tip of her tongue following the pink glisten of her lipstick, "testosterone had had on my poor little body," she finished, her voice dripping sarcasm.

"So I'd save up all of the steroids and growth enhancers for those secret workouts. I'd inject myself with three or four day's worth of doses, pop a couple of the pills, and pump tons upon tons of steel until I was screaming with the pain, feeling my skin stretch around my visibly growing, pulsing muscles, until I would collapse on the floor, rolling around naked in a big pool of my own sweat as the drugs coursed through every throbbing, swelling, locked up bulge in this body."

"I killed myself night after night, piling on more and more weight and muscle, more thick, swollen girl meat, for them, to be their freak show - I loved the attention, the open mouthed stares of the new workers when they observed me for the first time, the way they couldn't stop staring at me, watching me work out, covered in baby oil, my tiniest thong bikini, veiny.... massive.... muscular," Krissy whispered, her eyes closed as Tom's hands traced each finger of muscle insertion in her bulging, etched, rippling meat-cleavage.

"Nobody paid attention to me before my accident, but now things were different, now I was big, my body was bulging, ....bursting with hard, thick, unbelievably strong muscles! I figured out by watching the scientists that a lot of guys really did like muscular girls, as much as they would swear against it - I knew from the stares that they liked my huge size, my sick cuts, they just couldn't stop ogling my amazing, ripped muscles - even the girls!"

"So many sly looks when they didn't think I was looking, so much keyboard or desk-covered secret masturbation during my workout and posing sessions," the titantic young musclegirl continued, smiling into her client's eyes at the look of pure joy on his face as he traced more and more of her exuberantly prominent, stony musculature.

"The gifts and money I'd receive on the side from a few who were especially enamored with girlie muscles, the way I had a few of the guys even bringing me MORE steroids and growth enhancers, on promise in whispers of how I wanted to be even bigger, more massively muscular, freakish ... ripped... and couldn't they PLEASE help me, didn't they want me more muscular, more jacked than ANY one, woman OR man?" she continued in her breathy, almost whiny soft voice, and Tom knew the scientists in question had been putty in her strong hands.

She stood again in front of him, her naked upper body lubed with warm posing oil, accentuating every ripped sinew that made up the mini-keg sized mounds of pumped-up girl-meat that was now her chest. "And they did, Tom, they wanted me to get bigger still..." she again struck a crab pose, her oiled, shredded granite mountain range jumping and erupting sickeningly with veiny mass, "... more massive, until I was all muscle, no bodyfat to speak of - until I was a demented, testosterone-fueled she-beast, ripped to shreds, bigger than anyone, bursting with power," she exhaled deeply, lust oozing from every pore as she turned herself on uncontrollably talking about her beloved, freakshow physique.

"And I wanted what they wanted, Tom," she continued, and inhaled sharply, ballooning her thick abdominal column, swelling her stomach like a drumhead, topped by bubbles of abdominal cuts that raised, ridged, like the bumps of a tortoise shell. Inevitably, her entire midsection quickly was invaded by cabled, split veins and pumping, inch thick arteries as she flexed the distended, steel wall, blowing out a disgusting twelve pack of popping, apple-sized bulges that Tom quickly ran his oiled hands over frantically, trying in vain to oil one rolling bubble of meat completely as all twelve shifted, squirming, swelling and receding, on the young girl's bloated torso.

"It's my destiny to beat the best, Tom - to be the biggest, most muscular girl in the world. I want everyday people to be revolted by how huge my muscles are, how ripped my conditioning is, how many veins I have on every inch of my pumped up, chemical-injected, musclebound body," she whispered to him, eyes half-lidded, revealing at last her truest fantasy.

"And for guys like you, for guys like you and the scientists, I want to be your freak ... your muscle-goddess, your barrell chested, hammer-armed, brick-shithouse built bimbo! I want to pump myself up, inflate myself with sick, record-breaking, mountains of muscles for you to worship, to touch and feel, to pleasure yourself to, no matter what it takes," she continued in the same seducitve, feathery tone, as Tom had finally finished oiling up the first six pack in her mindblowing set of two - he felt her belly button, stretched insanely into a hard, thin slit by the explosive, waist-thickening mass of horribly cut up muscle that was her midsection. Painfully and unmistakeably hard himself, Tom quickly filled his hands yet again with more of the oil - the scant moments away from the rippling, beastly abdominal wall in front of him were like torture, knowing that his fantasy, thickly muscled and ripped to shreds, was right in front of him, sexily awaiting his touch and worship.

As he oiled her amazing lower abs, wincing and drawing back a bit as he felt the cut bubbles continue even under the tiny triangle of her panties towards a mound of meat and her tender sex, Krissy continued her sexy whisper.

"How big would you like me to be, Tom?" she cooed, stepping up and away from him, skin slicked with oil, naked from the waist up and disgustingly pumped, huge muscles straining against one another under tight, shining brown skin. Her tiny lace panties were stretched grotesquely across the swells and balls of muscles that surrounded her tiny hips, eclipsed from the far side by the begginnings of skin-bursting blocks of striated, veiny quad meat.

"I can be bigger than this, I can work out for you," she continued, panting a little bit in anticipation. "I can get huge for you, Tom, do you want me to do that? Just say the word and I'll pump myself to the limits, stuff and force myself with bigger, harder, veiny muscles until you'll think I might rupture," she finished, licking her lips again slowly, clearly enjoying herself.

"But first, I think you have me at a clothing disadvantage," she giggled, and reached down to Tom's pants, tented out by inches from his throbbing manhood. Quick as lightning, she had grasped the trouser fabric and ripped the pants from his body, amazing strength destroying the seam of the jeans and removing his pants forcibly before he even moved. He sat, eyes wide open at the feat, in tighty whities stretched to their limit by the size of his arousal.

"And these," she giggled again, and before Tom knew it, she had him completely naked, the remnants of his shirt and underwear dropped from her tiny hands. She looked him up and down once, eyes lingering for a minute on his impressively excited bodypart, and turned to the hotel bed.

"What do you weigh, Tom, about 160?" Krissy asked, fluttering her black mascaraed eyelashes in girlish fashion. He nodded quickly, confused and excited at the same time, and Krissy turned away from him, striding to the bed with tremendous flexing and swelling of her tree trunk thighs and muscular ass. She sat on the edge of the bed, bringing a desperate cry from the bedsprings as it accomodated her abnormal mass, and grasped the tiny laced panties, pulling them over her titantic quads and delineated leg biceps. Tom's eyes locked in as Krissy slowly pulled them down, and to no one's surprise, they snapped like thread when presented with the thickest part of her staggering thigh development. Krissy dropped them aside the bed with a shrug in his direction, and beckoned him over with a pink lacquered fingernail.

Tom's Encounter Chapter 5 - Worship

thesabre — Mon, 12 Jan 2009 18:05:33 +0000

Krissy's proximity, her short but unbelievably wide frame, thickened and augmented with pumped slabs of steeled muscles, had Tom harder than he had ever been before.

Tom had always had a digital multitude of offerings for his femuscle self-pleasuring sessions - Wordpad chronicles of pill-popping, mega-muscular and whorish high school cheerleaders, outrageously exaggerated manga-art of impossibly muscled schoolgirls, the gigabytes upon gigabytes of media files of hard, bulging, oiled and contest-ready female bodybuilding champion monstrosities - years and years of searching, collecting, hoarding anything that had to do with women and big, bulging muscles.

He had even had to search underground eventually to sate his appetite for female muscle by going through strange Middle-European websites to obtain black market tapes. Tom had found that the stringent controls on heavy growth enhancers and high grade steroids did not exist quite as stringently in what used to be the USSR, and as a result, the women in these collections were the most massive he had seen, pumped full of 'performance' chemicals, bodies bloated with gigantic muscle under young, supermodel faces. He was surprised and delighted that all of his years' carefully collected stimulus paled in comparison to the young, beautiful muscle-goddess just inches from his painfully hard, ram-rod straight manhood. Her paradigm-shattering physique combined with her gorgeous looks made her iconic in the world of female bodybuilders.

"I think your little friend there thinks I'm pretty big," Krissy purred, slowly widening her tree-trunk thighs, forcing Tom's legs outwards, bringing his swollen manhood to prominence. His eyes were inches from bubbling, wrought-iron abdominal muscles as the teen muscle-queen stepped closer in still, her big quad muscles close and high on his inner thigh. Krissy leaned over to her previously discarded trench coat, retrieving a small bottle of baby oil to Tom's craving delight.

"Do you think he'd like to see me all oiled up, Tom?" she teased, while giggling and running the bottle down the mountains and valleys of her stomach, a slight flex turning her stomach into a perverted, shredded cobblestoned waffle of muscularity. "My muscles look so much bigger, ... and harder," she breathed sexily as the bottle now ran along the edge of her tiny, frilled panties. "when they're covered with baby oil."

"Is.... is that going to be enough?" Tom sort of squeaked, submissive in acquiescence to Krissy's short but massively thick and widely bulging, awesomely veiny body.

"Aw, aren't you the sweetest thing," Krissy whispered slowly, leaning towards him so that her face was right next to his. Tom's eyes darted frantically from her close, delicate cheekbone and jawbone, to her striated, melon-sized pec cleavage, the tiny, taxed cups of her bra at the very edge of his field of view. The majority of what he could see were thick, meat-stuffed pectoral muscles, bulging striations crossing one another and making her skin look like the etching of a homemade pie. Occasional glances to her young, gorgeous face, dark-mascara-ed clover green eyes and sweet pink lips, made the outrageous, ripped to shreds body inches under that much more intoxicating and confusing.

"Why don't you try, Tom," she whispered directly into his ear, and dropped the bottle of oil directly into his lap. It bounced awkwardly off his stone crotch, which didn't move an inch. "Why don't you oil my thick," Krissy brought both hands together in front of her vein-mapped, muscle-lumped stomach and flexed her already enormous pectorals, "hard muscles," the teenaged monstrosity continued, pecs bursting with wriggling meat, "... and I can finish my story while you worship this temple." Krissy straightened back up smartly and looked down at his lap expectantly. Tom fumbled for the bottle clumsily, still a little embarrassed by his blatant erection, and popped the cap, spraying some of the precious liquid in his rush to fill his hands with Krissy's bloated, power-packed physique.

"Careful, Tom," Krissy teased, and dropped to both knees between his legs with a thump. She began to perform an ever-expanding double biceps pose repeatedly in front of her wide eyed client, inviting his oiled touch with both her eyes and the massive, waiting muscles she was pumping to a ridiculous size.

"That oil belongs on these babies." She held her tremendous flex this time, but with a slight grunt and a bit of effort, she was able to make the melons of bicep muscle expand unnaturally beyond the firmest of her flexes, a quirky unnatural bulge atop the major biceps heads a testement to brutal, body-punishing training and plenty of help from the super-steroids she had been injected with. Her intoxicatingly close, erupting volcano of a body was filled to the bursting point with rock hard, disgustingly cut muscle.

Tom filled his hands with the warm oil as quickly as he could, and immediately went for Krissy's throbbing, swelling biceps mounds. His slicked hands roamed the bumpy, granite landscape frantically as Krissy continued to pump her enormous, beef injected bowling ball biceps for his and her own pleasure. With each giant flex, Tom felt more moving, pumping veins under her soft, taut, tanned skin. The layer of oil he was rubbing lovingly into her skin softened it even further, strengthening the strange feeling of silky skin stretched like rubber over monstrous, solid mountains of power.

"So I finished high school in that lab, but my degree should have been in P.E.," Krissy giggled. "By this point I was so massively developed, so hugely muscular," she continued while simultaneously performing a hammer curl, her forearms cording up and rippling with veinwork as she brought her fisted, diminutive hands down to complete the mindblowing pose.

"There was really no hiding it - they had bought me baggy clothes, sweatpants and the like, Daddy even had some custom tailored for me on the Army's expense, but nothing could hide the fact that I was huge, massively muscular, and obviously experimented on."

"You see, Daddy wasn't overly happy with the fact that his daughter had been turned into a hardcore, superhero female bodybuilder, but being an Army man, realized that the transfiormation I had undegone was both amazing and a great leap in the help available to his disabled soldiers. I had been the first human test, and as you can see," Krissy said with a coy smile as Tom continued to fill his wanting hands with testosterone fueled, enhanced girl-meat, his mouth open in frank ecstasy as he kneaded her iron swells and freakish bulges to no avail.

"I was abnormally succesful," she finished with a winning smile, making her thick biceps quiver and wriggle under Tom's hands, causing him to gasp a bit as he felt their quirky movement under the light layer of oil between his worshipful hands and Krissy's cannons of muscle.

Her granite mounds were now covered with a slick of baby oil, erotically accentuating the odd angles and horrific, explosive bulges of her mass. She did a slight turn in between his thighs, forcing Tom's sticklike legs out a bit further still to accomodate her amazing width, and presented her striated, pumpkin sized deltoids for his worship as she continued.