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Ski Trips
By Ratlaf

“Oh my god!” Jenny chirped up on the ski lift at a near valley girl decibel, “I decided I’m just going to do it!  I’m going to become a bodybuilder!”

“Oh, really?” I replied a bit surprised.  “I thought you decided that wasn’t for you?”

“Well, after meeting your friend Heather and seeing how comfortable she is with being one of the strongest most muscular women on the planet, I decided I want that feeling too.  She’s huge and never stopped smiling when the guys around her realized she’s easily ten times stronger than they are.  It’s that feeling of confidence and power that I want.  Knowing that she can lift all of you off the ground with one arm, well barely, makes me want to do that to you too!  And she, like, outweighs you by a good sixty pounds and I’m nearly her height.  My body has always built muscle quickly so now I decided that I’ll let it.”

“Right on!  I think you’ll make an awesome bodybuilder with your cute face, bubbly voice and especially that rack of yours.  You won’t end up like Heather with only massive pecs for breasts, you’ll probably be closer to Gina or Nikki who have ultra sexy pec-breast hybrids…”

“Hey!  Watch it there buddy… I know you like my body already, well except for this little pot belly that I’ve got growing, which is another reason I’m doing this.  But soon I’ll catch you staring not only at my big sexy rack, which’ll grow because of my pecs, but my bulging shoulders, my massive arms, my gargantuan quads, and my diamond shaped calves.”

“You forgot about your bowling ball ass…”

“You are so going to get beat!” she said and none too gently pushed me across the seat of the lift.

“Damn girl, have you already started lifting?”

“Heh, as a matter of fact, I started two weeks ago, I just couldn’t wait any longer to tell you because I know you like us muscular women.”

“Damn straight I do!  Wow, I can’t wait to watch your progress…”

We skied together all that day and as often as I could I’d steer the conversation to weightlifting and bodybuilding.  At lunch she slid into the booth seat next to me and had me hold her after we’d finished eating.  “You need to feel me before I transform so that as I change you can compare me to how I was before I become the incredible hulk.”  I knew she could feel the hard-on I had for her because she squirmed against me, making me twitch and grow even harder.

“I even asked Heather to help me out,” she added, on the lift again, “so she’s put me on the same program that built her to her current insane size.  Did you see her rip the sleeve of her shirt when she flexed for me.  I can’t wait to do that to one of your shirts.  It’s a lot of hard painful work but it’s totally worth it!  Also, she told me that I’m actually starting out quite a bit stronger than she did so I’ll definitely be stronger and more muscular than her.  I’ll be the strongest most muscular woman in the world hands down!  Now if only I was a foot and a half taller too.  Hmm not much I can do about that.  Wouldn’t that be fun too.  I’d be almost seven feet tall and you’d only come up to my collarbone, or somewhere near there.  Anyway you’d have a perfect view of this rack you so prize…”

I had a hard time getting off of the ski lift chairs after that conversation because I had hooked up with Heather in the past and the amount of strength and muscle mass that she possesses made for one of the best nights of my life!  She handled me like a rag doll while being totally gentle and completely irresistible with how she used her strength and flexed her muscles while we were having sex.  Now, to think that Jenny would grow bigger, stronger and more muscular than Heather was almost too much.

I’d also hooked up with tall women too, and Amber was a stunning towering beauty at six feet eight inches tall.  Imagining Heather’s strength and muscles on Amber’s towering frame definitely sent me over the edge.

Before we headed down the slopes I grabbed Jenny’s ass and pulled her in for a kiss.  The shocked expression of pleasure on her face definitely cemented her desire to transform her body into the amazon of our dreams, minus the height of course.  This is still the real world after all…

“I knew that was the way to finally catch you.  I’ve wanted you for a while now and it wasn’t ‘till I learned about your muscle woman thing, and met Heather, that I knew how to do it…”

“If you know you can grow that strong and muscular, you’ll definitely keep me around!”

“Feel this little man,” she said, sending a chill down my spine because she was only 5’5” at most and yet, I was already her little man.  She brought her arm up and flexed her bicep and I felt, even through the ski jacket and layers of clothes, a lump of muscle lurking, waiting to grow into a boulder of feminine strength and power.

I was speechless, so she pulled me down to her, again with surprising force and kissed me long and hard, using her long tongue very efficiently.

“Just wait until I’ll be able to give you a blow job while holding your whole body off the ground, and I’ll outweigh you by like 150 pounds or something…”

My body began twitching involuntarily at the thought of Jenny holding me off the ground while giving me a blow job, and as for her being twice as heavy as me, all of it muscle, I nearly came in my pants.

That night, when I dropped her off at her place she pulled me inside and of course we lost our clothes very quickly.  She still had a long ways to go until she became what we both wanted but her glorious breasts more than made up for the little pot belly she’d been growing.

She even tried to overpower me, and while it was a bit of a struggle for me I was still able to escape from her attempts to pin me to the bed, and I was able to turn the tables on her and roll us over to pin her down.

*

The next morning I drove the ten hours home and still put in half a day at work.  I couldn’t wait for our next ski trip.  She was coming down here in 6 weeks and I wondered how much of a change there’d be in her body after more than a month of benefiting from Heather’s expertise.  I knew that Heather would have her on the fastest mass building program and diet humanly possible.

She described it to me once, in the afterglow of an amazing lovemaking session, as a self replicating loop.  You start with one loop, then the next week add another loop on top of that and the third week another loop and so on.  Basically she’d started with the easiest weight and every week added that same amount of weight to her workout.  Her bicep curl started out at 10 pounds but within ten weeks she was at 100 pounds.  It sounds impossible but Heather was proof that it did work, she told me as she flexed a 23 inch arm that I knew could curl all 150 pounds of me easily.

“So you’ve only been on it for, what, 15 weeks or so…”

“No, the self replicating loop works great for about 12 weeks, but after that it levels off and any progress is minimal. We only have to do as much lifting as necessary to keep our strength and muscles.”

“So in your case a 300 pound barbell curl?”

“Yep,” she said giving her massive arm another flex, making me grow hard for her again…

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more ! more ! please !

[luvmuslgirls]

Yes. This looks interesting so far.

[ratlaf]

*

Jenny and I talked on the phone a couple times a week and of course I’d try to steer the conversation to her growing strength and muscles but every time she’d change the subject.  “You’ll see,” was all she ever replied.  That was torturous for me, especially since my imagination was going wild knowing what this looped bodybuilding program was capable of.

The six weeks finally went past and Jenny, to my frustration, insisted on a hotel and insisted we meet on the slopes that next morning.  When I finally saw her she was, of course, all bundled up and didn’t look any different, mass wise anyway.  She still had her cute smile and bubbly attitude that occasionally wandered into valley girl territory.

Even giving her a hug and kiss didn’t give me much information as to the new her, especially seeing as it had snowed 16 inches the night before and 20 the day before… She was a powder hound fresh on the scent of untracked waist deep champagne pow!  My need for fresh pow was way below my need to know how muscular my little pint sized cutie was becoming.

That was the most epic powder day either of us had ever had and the thought of a super buff Jenny was pushed to the background a little as I floated through the softest, fluffiest snow imaginable.  It was streaming over my shoulders and making it hard to breathe and every time I looked for her, there was Jenny cutting her own line and keeping pace with me no problem.

That got my glands stirring because before, she’d never been able to keep up. Assumedly from a lack of strength in her legs…?  We didn’t even stop for lunch, just snacked on the lifts, where I’d repeatedly tried to put my arm around her to feel her, but she’d gently push it off and say not yet, and talk about the next line we were going to ski. 

By two in the afternoon I was beginning to tire and Jenny apparently took this as her cue to show me what she was really capable of now.  She’d fly down the steepest of slopes totally in control completely obliterating me with her speed.  She’d be waiting minutes for me at the bottom and before I was able to rest we were sitting on the chair again, going up.  She was definitely kicking my ass!

When we finally made it back to the lodge, after riding the last chair up, she finally took me in her arms in a hug that was more celebration of this epic snow day than anything else.  She was strong!  She lifted all of me, board and all off the ground and held me in a rib crushing embrace that squeezed most of the breath out of me and made my whole body twitch and tingle with pleasure!

While still holding me we kissed and as the kiss intensified she squeezed me more and more until I had to break off our kiss and gasp for air.  She set me down with a knowing smile and offered to buy me a beer.  I ordered a cheese burger with my beer because I was starving but all Jenny ate was a few protein bars and a protein shake she had the barkeep mix for her with a generous shot of rum.

“So how strong are you now my massive cutie?”

“I’m not massive yet!  Just strong, give me another month and a half and I’ll be massive, then another three months and I’ll be beyond massive and you won’t know what to do with me.”

“Sure I will, I’ll worship you for the muscle goddess that you’ll be to me…”

“Yeah you will, and you’d better start now!” she said as she grabbed my shirt and unquestioningly pulled me to her for a kiss. 

After eating I held her and since she’d taken her ski jacket off I was finally able to feel her magnificent muscles.

She was huge!  She was rock hard! She was already almost as muscular as Heather is now.  My whole hand barely fit over her bulging biceps and my arm barely reached across the width of her rounded bulging delts.  When I move my hand to her neck I felt cables of muscle connecting her delts to her neck, she had traps that were reaching for her ears and almost making it.

I could feel through her layers of clothing that she was now a mass of muscularity that would rival most men and all but a few women on the planet, and she’d only made it through half of the looped bodybuilding program.  Was she still going to double in size over the next six weeks!!?

I was trembling so much with desire and anticipation for this power packed cutie sitting next to me that I could barely hold my cheeseburger and was spilling my beer all over the place.

“Oh, here let me get that for you,” she said reaching over and taking my pint glass before I could spill all the beer.  She’d reached over with the arm opposite me and once the glass was safely in her hand she flexed her arm in front of me.  It seemed like there was a balloon inflating within her sleeve.  Her arm had to be nearly 20 inches around already!  I dropped my burger at this display of power and was trembling so bad that she finally took pity on me and let me try to wrap my arms around her so that I could feel the full extent of her muscularity while we passionately kissed.

It didn’t matter that we were making out like a couple teenagers, in a crowded après ski bar, her new muscular body was so totally and completely worth the stares we were beginning to get.

“Wow!  I had no idea I’d get this intense of a reaction from you!  I guess this is what Heather meant by ‘Enjoy yourself with him…’  Wait ‘till we get back to your place, I’ve got another surprise waiting for you…”

Immediately after we made it home we began taking each other’s clothes off.  I couldn’t wait to see and feel her massively muscular body in the flesh finally, and she had been alone for so long that to finally have someone was more than enough for her. 

When I’d stripped her down to her last layer of winter clothes she stopped me.  She took my hands and it felt like I was totally immobilized by her.  She then lifted me off the ground into her arms in a cradle carry and brought us into our bedroom.  She unceremoniously dumped me onto the bed and before I could recover she was on top of me pinning me to the bed.

This time I had no chance what-so-ever of escaping her iron grip while she kissed me and wriggled on top o fme.  She was still clothed though and told me to stay here and watch.  Her last layer of clothes consisted of a one-piece, silk, long underwear suit designed for winter warmth.  It was being stretched so tightly over her incredible muscles it looked like the moths had spun the silk directly onto her body.  There wasn’t a loose spot anywhere!

With a smile she began to flex.  At first it was her whole body.  How she was able to flex every muscle on her power packed body at the same time I have no idea, but I realized later that she was just getting started.

She then began posing, and with the posing came the real surprise.  It began with her forearms.  A ripping sound made my eyes pop wide open and begin to bulge as much as her muscles were bulging right now.  The tearing sound came from the silk covering her forearms.  There was so much muscle bursting through the fabric that her sleeve was shredded back into individual silk fibers.

She had her arms down by her side, but once her forearms were totally pumped she began to flex her upper arms.  The explosion of muscle that burst through the silk underwear was enough to make me come right then and there!  Pumped up she was easily as big as Heather but had already well outdone Heather with her creativeness.

“Oooo, you’d better save some more of that for me my little man.  I’m not even topless yet and there’s soooo much more of me to come…!” she said running her hands sexily over her chest and sex.

I then saw her neck and traps begin to expand and aided by her rounded delts the tears from her neck and arms merged.  With a seductive smile she began flexing her lats and as she did it seemed there’d be no end to the wingspan of muscle she was unfolding from her back.  The silk tore loudly down her back but since she was still facing me, and still expanding her back I couldn’t see the symphony of muscle that her back was now.

Finally when she seemed to as wide as she was tall she flexed her pecs.  It was stunning to watch not only her pecs ripple and harden with muscle but her breasts too.  It seemed like her muscles has taken over the full shape and size of what her breasts had previously been.  With a bang the remainder of the silk top exploded off her upper body but amazingly still clung to her abs.

With her top off I definitely began to get hard for her again, especially when she began to do what I thought of as impossible.  She flexed her abs next but it was the way in which the silk body suit tore that boggled my mind.  Individual tears began forming at the apex of each of eight individual cobblestones of muscle emerging from where she previously had a bit of a pot belly froming.  A grid pattern of ripping silk formed, two wide and four high, but she wasn’t able to flex her abs and abductors enough to tear the silk off her tummy.

It was her ass that did that.  Again I heard tearing noises without seeing the tears, and as I realized that her twin bowling ball sized ass cheeks were flexing and expanding as she tore the suit off of her whole upper body.  Tatters streamed down over her hips and legs and at this point she brought out a pair of scissors to cut away the remains so that I’d be able to watch her legs continue undressing her.

“I tried to rip the silk with my hands but lengthwise is where all the strength in the silk thread is.  I’m just growing and exploding my huge sexy muscles through the weave…” she husked, obviously turned on and giving me a most muscular pose that made me stammer and nearly pass out because I’d definitely forgotten to breathe.

Once the tatters were clear she continued the sexiest undressing in history by starting with a one armed bicep flex, while her other arm flared her lats delts and traps.  Then with a ripple of muscle down her abs began to flex her mammoth legs.  As her muscles expanded I became more and more convinced that one of her legs was bigger around than my torso, and yet they continued to grow more and more muscular as she pumped them up.

Finally the silk gave way and tore from her knees up and once the tear had reached her waist and she was almost completely naked she exploded her calves by standing on her toes and with a final bang of exploding fabric she had revealed herself in all her glory to me in the sexiest way imaginable.  I’d never even thought that a muscular woman could do this let alone hope to ever experience it in real life.

I was so hard for her and trembling with my need for her that she finally let herself go wild and as she pounced on top of me and slid me all the way inside her, she totally overpowered me as we made love knowing that we’d found our match in each other.

We fell asleep with me holding her in my arms, her head on my shoulder one arm on my chest and one leg over both of mine.  This gave me ample opportunity to let my hands wander over her immense musculature but the long day of sking and making love to my pint sized amazon quickly sent me off the sleep.

I woke up before her and surprisingly we were still in the same position.  I usually toss about a bit in my sleep while she doesn’t.  I quickly realized why I hadn’t moved because the weight of just her arm and leg were enough to keep me in place.  This though alone brought me almost to full attention, then the thought of how she’d undressed herself last night made me so hard that I thought I would burst if I didn’t wake her up right away.

She rolled onto her back with a little urging from me and began to wake up when she felt me slide into her.  I was still taller than her but she barely felt my weight on top of her.  It was the plearurable sensation of me inside her that got her going.

Once she way awake she began to move her hips with mine and as we were building up to our orgasms she suddenly put both her hands on my hips, pulled me out of her and lifted me above her.  Repositioning her hands, one on my chest and one on my legs she turned me 90 degrees and while hodling me like a bench press barbell began lifting and lowering me into her mouth.

I began twitching with pleasure at this incredible and super sexy display of strength, but she still kept me from orgasming.  All the while she was bench pressing me I could tell she was getting incredibly turned on by what she was doing, so when she finally turned me back into her it didn’t take long before we both exploded with our orgasms.

While she orgasmed she involuntarily flexed her muscles and watching her get pumped up again, very nearly made me come in her again.  That was definitely the best night and morning of our lives!

[ratlaf]

*

Two weeks later she called me up and asked if she could move in with me.  “I quit my job and am applying for a couple down there…”  My place was more than big enough for the both of us, although I joked with her that we’d have to widen to doorways soon.

“Oh, I already have to turn sideways to get through doors, and soon it’ll be a squeeze when I am turned sideways!”

“What!!  Really!  You’re that much bigger already!!?”

“Of course not silly.  I just wanted to mess with your head.  Well that and prepare you because I think that I will need to turn sideways and squeeze once I’m done with this Miracle growth bodybuilding program…”

“Oh, OK,” I couldn’t keep the disappointment out of my voice.

With a laugh she said;  “Don’t worry my little man, I’ll use you as a barbell for my biceps warm up sometime…”

“Warm up…?”

“I’ll call you soon with my moving details!  Bye!” she hung up before I could fully comprehend that she’d just promised to use all 150 pounds of my body as a warm up exercise for just her biceps!

*

Moving day came and, as I waited for her to pull up to my house I was a knot of anticipation.  Given how much she’d grown in just six weeks I knew that two more weeks of this program would have a noticeable effect on her physique.  I’d even offered to drive up to her place to help her move but she said she could handle it.  She needed the workout, she’d told me, but she’d gladly let me try to help unload the truck.

“Try?”

“See you tonight!” she said brightly hanging up.

When she pulled up she leapt down out of the truck and bounded to me, tackling me with such force that, had she not wrapped her arms around me I’d’ve gone flying across the yard.  The wind knocked out of me it took a minute for me to realize that she was holding on to my belt with one hand and holding all of me off the ground with one arm!

“I knew it!  I’d hoped I’d grown strong enough to lift all of you.  Ooof that’s harder than I though it’d be,” she said switching me to her other hand.  “How’s this for strong my little man?” she asked setting me down.

I was speechless so she smirked and squatted down and placed her shoulder under my ass and lifted me off the ground effortlessly, me perched on her one shoulder.  I could feel her bicep under my ass pump up as she held my weight and she then carried me over to the moving van.  With her free hand she slid the door up revealing all her worldly belongings.

There was her furniture of course, but there weren’t very many boxes.  About half a dozen boxes, but huge ones, like those meant for clothes were stacked in the truck.  I knew she owned a lot of books, movies and CDs, not to mention all her other sports equipment and clothes.  Shoes of course and then there’s all the other household rick-rack.  I noticed they were labeled but only saw one or two boxes in each category.

“I’ll start with the furniture and you can start with the boxes,” she said setting me down in the truck.  It took me a minute before I could walk normally…  I went to the first box and squatted down to lift it.  I could barely get my arms around it and when I realized the box hadn’t even budged I stopped trying.

“Here, you’ll need this,” Jenny said as she handed me a dolley.  It crashed to the ground when I took it from her because it was a lot heavier than I expected, and yet she held it off the ground like a feather.  I was getting aroused again.

I was able to slide the box off of the one it was perched on and onto the dolley.  Then after rocking it back and forth I got the dolley up on it’s wheels and began to roll it down the ramp.  It almost wrenched itself out of my hands as gravity gleefully pulled at it.  It was another effort to get it up over the curb and when I looked to see what this one was labeled it said clothes!  Clothes don’t weigh this much, do they??!!

When I finally wrangled it over the curb Jenny said to me as she passed by, “Oooo, good work my little man, you’re farther along that I would’ve thought…”  I dropped the dolley and the box crashed to the ground because as she walked by she had her dining room table in one hand perched on her one shoulder.  She caressed my face with her free hand as she walked by and by the time I’d wrenched her clothes box up the six stairs to my front door she was waiting for me to clear the door with her Lazy-Boy recliner held over her head with both hands.  She looked like she could wait all day as I rolled the first box into the house.

“Good thing I was able to pack all my random stuff into six boxes or this’d take all day…” she flirtingly told me as I rolled her kitchen box, which was just as heavy as the clothes box, down the ramp.  She passed me with her box-spring and mattress overhead as I was doing battle with the curb, and when I was facing the steps she had her sofa perched on one shoulder.  “Don’t worry honey, I can hold this all day, she said as she did a few military presses with the sofa using her one muscle bloated arm.  I nearly dropped  my current box again!

While I was working on my fourth box she passed me with the washer and drier, overhead.  One trip for each of course…  My fifth box saw the dishwasher pass by me and two bookcases (one on each shoulder!!), and my last box was treated to my pint size powerhouse carrying the fridge over her head as if it were an inconsequential nuisance!  All of my appliances were old or non-existent.

I was wiped but she seemed to just be getting warmed up because once I’d deposited my last box she came up to me and pulled me down for a kiss.  As the kiss intensified I felt her grab my belt and pants and then I gasped as I felt my feet leave the ground.  She was using both her arms to curl me but she didn’t stop there.  She lifted me up over her head with one hand.

I was now suspended above my little amazonian woman by one of her beautifully muscled arms!  She further surprised me by beginning to press me up and down.  I immediately grew hard for her, so she used her free hand to take my pants off.  I sprang to attention and grew even bigger and harder for me as she began to press me overhead with one arm while giving me the best blow job I’d ever imagined!

“That was thanks for helping me move my big little man!” she said after I’d finished twitching in midair.  She brought me down and cradled me over to our bed where she began to seduce me all over again, this time by posing and showing me how just two weeks of working out had transformed her body.  We were both completely and totally satisfied that night as we fell asleep in each other’s arms.  Well, I was in her arms, my arms barely made it all the way around my lady muscles!

[00tree]

WOW What a sexy story.  😮 I can't wait for more.

[ratlaf]

*

A month after she’d moved in we were going on another ski trip.  She was beyond huge now.  She would lift my entire body off the ground and curl me with one arm, for reps… 20 plus reps because I was now lighter than the dumbbells she used for concentration curls.

She’d put her hand under my crotch and with unrelenting force curl her arm with me perched in her palm.  She’d first tease me a bit by bringing me within inches of her mouth then lifting me over her head for a few military presses that were now ludicrously easy for her given my weight.

When she’d finally relent and give me a blow job, using me as a warm up for her biceps workout, she’d curl me up to her mouth, take all of me inside, then lower me down again.  She’d do twenty to thirty reps with each arm, and it was my responsibility to not go off before she was done warming up.  When she was done she’d lift me over her head and suck me for all I was worth while I was floating on one of her arms!

Sorry, got distracted there… We were driving down from the gnarliest mountain pass when my car lost traction and slid onto the snow bank that the plows had created on the sides of the road.  We were going fast enough, and the banks were packed into concrete-like snow, that my car leapt up and high centered itself.

Once we’d figured out that we weren’t hurt we got out to take a look.  “We’ll need a tow truck for this.  Does your phone get reception here?”

“A tow truck?  What do we need a tow truck for when I’ve got more muscle than any woman alive!!?” Jenny asked as she flexed her arm which made her ski jacket stretch nearly to the breaking point and even through her clothes I could tell the size and shape of her gargantuan arm.

“Jenny, small cars like mine weigh 2500 pounds or more.  You’re strong but you’re not that strong…”

“Oh yeah, just watch this, and when I save us hundreds of dollars on a tow truck, you’ll have to do whatever I want tonight my little love slave!”

I shuddered with pleasure at the thought of A.) being her love slave, and B.) her feat of strength to prove me wrong!  “You’re on my massive cutie!”

With a stunning smile she walked to the side of the car and began to push on the car so as to get it perpendicular to the road and snow bank.  At first it didn’t move but then, after she put a bit more muscle into it, the car began to slowly turn.  Once it was positioned so that it wouldn’t twist when it came down off the bank, she went around to the back bumper, and with both hands began to lift.

Again, at first nothing happened.  She was bent over far enough to make this almost a deadlift.  I could tell she was working by the look on her face but the car remained firmly where it was.  She shook out her arms and legs and when she did an amazing thing happened.  The loose fabric of her ski pants and jacket suddenly became extremely taught as she flexed all of her muscles in preparation for this incredible feat.

This time when she began lifting I heard the creaking of metal as the car began to tilt.  Moments later I also heard the ripping of fabric as Jenny’s muscles pumped up and bulged with unheard of feminine strength and power!  Her clothes stayed on her body but there were seams and rips in the fabric everywhere!  Her muscles were visible through these gaps and she’d never looked sexier!!

Once she’d stood all the way up, her back straight, holding the lighter end of the car in a deadlift, she leaned back and using all of her weight, which was still under a tenth the weight of the car, combined with her gigantinormous quads, began to pull the car off the snow bank in a staggering sort of shuffle.

She was definitely at her limits and she began to scream as the car slowly slid over the bank.  The wheels stuck a bit but with a primal scream and the ripping of more fabric as her muscles maxed out, the wheels finally made it over the edge of the snowbank and the car rolled suddenly back down onto the road.

It was a good thing the road was somewhat icy and snowcovered because otherwise the car would’ve rolled over her no matter how strong she is now!  As it was she just slid backwards as the car pushed her back.

My concern for her was a higher priority to me than the impossible feat of strength she’d just performed, but only just.  I ran around to her and kissed and hugged her, glad she was OK.  But very quickly her immense musculature, which was now totally pumped and hard as a rock turned us both on very quickly.  She was so hard and her muscles were so stressed that she felt like she’d been carved out of warm living marble by none other than Michelangelo himself.

I couldn’t get enough of her, but after a minute the honking of a car trying to climb the pass and blocked by our car, brought us back to the real world.

“I’m going to need new clothes my little love slave,” she said as I pulled back onto the road and kept going into the resort village.

“Good thing we’re staying in the condo, we can go there first, you can change and we’ll find you new gear.  Then maybe put in a half day, relax in the hot tub and enjoy the slopes all day tomorrow…?  How’s that sound?”

“You forgot that you’re my slave, now that I’ve lifted and carried your car!”

“Heh, you barely budged it!  When you can bench press it, or curl it then I’ll be impressed,” obviously giving her a hard time because I was obviously still hard for her after watching her feat of strength.  Not to mention that she’d randomly flex her arms and chest while she knew I was watching her.  I couldn’t wait to undress her and feel her rock hard, warm marble, muscle packed body!

“Oh! Such a naughty little slave!  You’re going to have to work extra hard tonight to please your mighty muscle goddess,” she said as she flexed her arm which was mostly exposed through her shredded ski clothes and seemed to block my entire view out the passenger side window.  I nearly drove off the road again!

[ratlaf]

I hope you all are liking this story.  I was inspired by one of Jack's Eggs pictures.  I'll post the link with the last installment of this story…

*

Six months into the program she was still growing and one day we went to a Dodge dealer.  “This is the car for you… Good God Almighty you’re an incredibly muscular young lady! You’re, wow, you’re, um” the salesman began stammering.  After taking a hard swallow and readjusting his pants a bit he went on, “As I was saying this Charger is the car for you, roomy to fit all of you miraculous muscles, powerful enough to handle your immense bulk, and aggresively detailed to mirror the intimidation presented by your male-ego-crushing conditioning.  Let me get you behind the wheel for a test…”

“We’re not here for a car,” Jenny chriped up.  “I’m here for that!” she said as she pointed to a Ram Super Duty Pickup parked up on one of those ramps that positioned it at an extreme angle that no one in their right mind would drive without a real 4×4.

“I don’t understand…” he was stammering again.

I walked over to the ramp and looked at how it was built.  There was a support beam across the middle which I knew Jenny had her eyes on.  It looked strong enough for her purposes, so I began to wrap it with the foam and towels we’d brought.

“Do you mind telling me what you think you’re…”

“If you have a camera you might want to take a few pictures for publicity.” I told him.  He saw the look in my eye, reinforced by the mighty muscles of my woman and he scurried off for the digital camera, a video camera, half the office and a good number of customers too.

By the time her audience had gathered she was positioned under the impromptu squat rack.  With a bit of effort, her quads balooning to unreal proportions, the truck on the ramp lifted off the ground fairly easilly.  Jennys’ legs and quads looked like the trunks of a mature tree as they surged with power while repeatedly raising and lowering this 1.5 ton truck!  She almost made it look easy but I could tell from the look on her face that she probably couldn’t’ve handled any more than this…

There were a nuber of ‘Ooohs’ and ‘Ahhhs’ from the crowd.  Several began to flush and breathe heavier and only a few were totally disgusted.  The Dodge salesmen got everything on tape and that evening Jenny made the evening news.  “Muscle girl shows off her strength and power.  Full story at 6!”

*

She was now officially obsessed!  As that year continued she kept upping her weights the same as always and every week her body would respond by continuing to grow more and more muscular.  They also grew more and more dense because she was somewhat limited by her short skeleton.

By the end of her first year on Heathers’ program she was hands down more muscular than any champion male body builder, but her muscles were so dense and hard that even when relaxed her muscles appeared to be totally pumped and flexing.  It wasn’t until she actually did flex that you’d realize that her muscles were actually relaxed.

Her arm alone would go from 28 inches relaxed, and looking like it was flexed, to almost 33 inches fully pumped and flexed!!!  She weighed almost 350 pounds and for a woman only 5’5” tall, it made her seem even more massive than if she were the almost seven feet she secretly desired to be.  I knew some of her hulking mass was an optical trick due to her height, but the image of my muscle bloated mini-amazon crawling across the bed to ravish me made me so happy that if I’d’ve died then and there, I’d have the biggest smile on my face.

One day we went to a Harley dealer and after experiencing about the same reaction from their sales staff she chose a couple of the mid sized bikes for her workout.  We didn’t tell her audience what workout she was here for so when she began to do bicep curls, with one motorcycle in each hand, there’s was a moment of stunned silence followed by a huge round of applause.  The salesmen and mechanics were slack jawed with amazement because they rolled the bikes around all day!

She then had two of the biggest guys climb on the two biggest bikes they had, and as she squatted down to put her hands underneath the bikes everyone drew in a breath, anticipating what she was about to do.  My Jenny Juggernaught didn’t dissapoint, she stood up holding both bikes and men over her head with ease.  She even began to do military presses so easilly that she seemed bored!  Once again she made the news and once again, when we got home, I had to have her!

She’d enter herself in every strength and bodybuilding show she could find.  Obviously a woman of her musculature didn’t place at all in the bodybuilding shows, but while the judges couldn’t see her for her beauty, the fans sure could.  She definitely got the longest and loudest applause of any competitor and afterwards at the expo, she was constantly mobbed for photos, autographs, one arm lifts, you name it…!

Jenny’d do much better in the strength competitions.  Actually she’d totally blow away the entire field because she was so much stronger than any of them.  I’m talking about both women and men here!  The strength competitions weren’t subjective, it was simply a matter of how much weight could you lift, and my pint sized muscle girl sure could lift a lot!

When they finally let her compete against the Men at the World’s Strongest Man competition she’d totally outmuscle every top male performance.  She jogged the farmers walk.  Picked up the round stones, one in each hand.  Decided to bench press the car instead of deadlifting it.  Did a military press with the Kegs.  She even got the bus rolling up to about 15 miles an hour because she just kept going after the finish line…! 

Much to their chagrin they awarded her with the World's Strongest Human award and gave the top man the Strongest Man award.  The difference in semantics didn’t bother her because all of her feats of strength were broadcast to the whole world, and everyone had seen my woman totally out muscle and out power the strongest men in the world!

A side effect of all this publicity was that she was now showered with requests for public, personal and private appearances.  We started a web-site showcasing her glorious muscles and exactly how strong she was.  My did the subscriptions pour in!  Then she was asked to appear on television shows, sitcoms, commercials and regularly made the news with her continued feats of strength.  The fact that she was totally hot, still possesed her huge rack, witch perched perkilly atop her mammoth pecs, and from her watermellon sized neck up looked like any other college cutie, definitely helped keep most everyone from being totally put off by her inhuman musculature.  There was no sign of juice at all and that solidified her fame and popularity.

The tabloids had a field day with her, but in the end she was wildly popular and became somewhat of a mainstream celebrity.  All this while she was still growing bigger though.  Somehow it seemed that there was no limit to how muscular she could become.

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Here's the conclusion of this story.  The ending took a bit on an unexpected twist, but once the story convinced me to go in that direction I feel that a very good ending developed out of this twist.  Enjoy!

Ski Trips Concluded
By Ratlaf

*

After two years of building her inhuman body she was well beyond gigantic and enormous combined!  Jenny was well beyond any musculature ever seen in the human race and we hoped in the universe too.  Although how to verify that, we had no idea. 

Only one problem was beginning to develop.  She was short.  At 5’5” her gargantuan muscles totally and completely filled her skeleton.  She was still able to move fairly freely but when she moved her arms, she’d only be able to bend them to a 90 degree angle, or just a little beyond.  She could still brush her hair and her teeth but it was getting to be a near thing.  Tying shoelaces, dressing and undressing (I usually undressed her…) also began to get a bit problematic.

That was when she wasn’t trying to flex her incredible muscles, just using them for movement.  When she flexed them and pumped them up to their biggest size, their hardest, and fully engorged with blood, there was not a snowflakes chance for her to have full range of motion.  Her muscles were so huge that when pumped her movements began to resemble a badly programmed robot because muscles were getting in the way of muscles.

The upside, though, was that she was growing ever stronger and was now definitely possessed cartoon-like musculature!  I’d never been happier.  One day I was hanging out on the couch reading when I noticed something out of the living room window.  I’d just washed my car so it was still parked in our backyard driveway, when suddenly it floated up off the ground.

I’ve become used to this because she’s been able to bench press my car for more than a year now.  I still got off the couch, fully hard for her, to watch my impossible muscle girl do the impossible.  You can imagine my shock when I stepped outside and realized she wasn’t benching my car.  She was curling it!

She had her hands on the frame under the passenger side of the car and her arms, each bigger than my torso, were swelling with amazonian might as she repeatedly curled the entire car off the ground to her beer keg sized pecs.  I was shuddering with lust and desire for this mighty woman of mine who continually defied the laws of nature and physics in order to drive me completely crazy.  The fact that she enjoyed being the strongest being in the world and wanted more and more made me want her even more.

I walked up behind her and put my hand on her bulging biceps.  My hand looked like a child’s hand compared to just her biceps.  With my hand on the peak of her biceps the rest of her arm filled the space that the length of my arm covered from my hand to my shoulder.  I doubted if I could use both of my arms to encircle her one arm while it curled my car.

My hands were roaming over as much of her muscular body as I could while still keeping one hand on her working bicep.  I could barely reach halfway across her back and I felt totally minuscule compared to her.  I could tell that the combination of her workout and my need for her were turning her on.  She began moaning with pleasure every time her arms maxed out with the car curled to her chest.  The fact that I was touching her all over helped fuel her fire and the next thing I knew she was kissing me, and holding me with one of her arms. Crushing me into her, releasing my hard on for her, and pulling all of me into her, all with one arm.

We didn’t care that we were outside, in our back yard, we had to have each other and as she worked me in and out of her with her one muscle bloated arm I wondered vaguely why she was only using one arm.  I looked around and realized that she was still holding my car, in the other hand, over both of our heads while we ravaged each other.  The sight of my car, hovering over my head, supported by one muscular arm of my woman sent me plunging over the edge.

As I exploded into her she realized that her feat of strength had sent me bursting into her and she came with her own orgasm.  The repeated contractions of her vagina were so intense that she began pressing the car overhead, now with her other arm.  They were so intense that it seemed there’d be no end to the stream of cum I was sending into her that she was greedily sucking into her.  They were so intense that we both could’ve died happily of pleasure, but the thought that we’d be able to repeat this over and over in the future kept us firmly within out bodies because we were totally addicted to this sensation.

The sensation that my woman was the strongest being on this planet, the sensation that she could do anything, and the sensation that she could drive me totally crazy for her just by being insanely huge, incredibly muscular, impossibly strong, and so super sexy.  She still kept her college girl looks, her almost valley girl voice, and that rack of hers which felt almost as tight as her pussy when she’d give me a titty fuck.  While holding me off the ground with one finger!  All this kept us in this world so that we’d be able to enjoy and experience each other for as long as humanly possible.

*

Three years went by and still my Juggernaught Jenny grew and grew!  For some inexplicable reason she was able to continually add muscle on top of muscle growing well beyond any reasonable musculature for a human being.

Movement was definitely becoming a problem for her now because the resting state of all of her muscles was now larger than her fully flexed and pumped size from three years ago.  I now dressed and undressed her every day.  I especially enjoyed the undressing because I’d always grow hard for her as I revealed more and more of her stupendous physique.  I’d dress her so that I could repeat the experience of undressing her.  We crafted an extended toothbrush, hairbrush, and sponge so that she could still have some independence in taking care of herself, but in exchange for these inconveniences she was now so strong that she started measuring every one of her workouts in Tons instead of pounds!

She had to turn sideways to fit through doors and even then she’d have to squeeze her prodigious breasts through the door frame.  Everyone stared at her freakish musculature as she walked down the street, setting off car alarms if she happened to take a heavier step.  She didn’t care about the stares people gave her, nor the whispered comments behind her back because she was a hottie, her voice was musically valley girlish, her breasts seemed huge perched on her chest, and she was stronger than ten elephants.

That was something to see!  She wanted to cement her position as the strongest being on the planet so we had the organizers of the World’s Strongest competitions set up a one time competition between the strongest men and women, and my Jenny of course, against the strongest beings that Mother Earth had created.

Two categories with two species each were established.  The Tug-of-War would be versus an Elephant, and a Great Blue Whale.  They were still working out the details of how it would work against the whale.  The wrestling would be versus a Gorilla and a Jaguar.  All of the animals used were tamed and raised in captivity.  The Jaguar and Gorilla would be wearing muzzles so they wouldn’t be able to bite, and their claws would be trimmed to be non-lethal.  The competitors might still get some scratches and bruises but no one would be in danger of their lives.

The wrestling was first and a handful of men and one woman in addition to my extra-planetary muscle woman with me in her orbit.  The gorilla had a definite weight advantage over everyone but the jaguar had a definite strength advantage.  Well.  Over everyone but my Jenny.  The task was to prevent the animal from passing you while you stood between it and it’s tasty reward.  The animal was definitely motivated and once it realized the silly human was there to prevent it from eating it put up a good fight.  Three of the six men were able to keep the Gorilla at bay, while only one was able to stop the Jaguar.  The woman, unfortunately had no chance, even though she was a 5’8” 200 pound bodybuilder she didn’t posses nearly enough strength.

Then it was Jenny’s turn.  She took her position as the gorilla was released and finally here was something to make her seem small.  But that was only due to her diminutive height.  Her muscles looked easily twice as big as the gorillas and when it tried to pass her she lazily put out one hand and stopped the gorilla cold.  It tried to twist and squirm, but I could’ve told the gorilla that wasn’t going to get him anywhere.  To reinforce her point she lifted the whole Gorilla off the ground with that same arm.  The victor was clear.

The Jaguar almost made it past her but only because it was quite a bit stronger and way more agile than the Gorilla.  Again she began by holding it back with one hand, making it look ludicrously easy when the cat twisted and ducked, almost sneaking past her.  She tackled it and lifted it over her head, still with one hand.  It was twisting and snarling and trying to bite but the muzzle was protecting her.  She gently set the cat down and began petting it, crooning to it and slowly it relaxed and even began to enjoy the sensation of being in the arms of such a powerful woman.  I began to get hard and a bit envious too!

The tug-o-war was next.  None of the others stood a chance against one of the elephants.  Jenny suggested they all try at once and with all seven of their combined might, they were able to keep the elephant from moving, but were not able to pull it back. 

Jenny then took on that one elephant with one hand.  Not only did it not move but she began to do one armed lat rows while the elephant pulled with all it’s might.  She then had them start adding elephants.  Still with one arm she was able to pull three of them back.  At five elephants she had to use both hands to pull them back.  With eight elephants she was working hard to pull them back but pull them back she did.  She was now so pumped from this effort that she had very little range of motion left to her because she seemed to be all muscle.  Finally at eleven elephants she finally had to admit defeat.  Her power packed body had finally met it’s match.  She was still undoubtedly the strongest being on the planet, with the possible exception of the whale.  We never did figure out a way for her to test her strength against the whale.

Since all of this had been broadcast to the entire world, she felt no shame whatsoever is displaying and showing off the monumental muscles she’d built, and didn’t care what people said about her because she knew she really was the strongest.

*

One day I was hanging out on the couch reading when I noticed something out of the living room window.  I knew that Jenny’s friend Holly was visiting and that she’d pulled her car into the driveway next to mine.  Suddenly my car floated up off the ground.

I’ve become used to this because she’s been able to curl my car for more than three years now.  To my horror Holly’s car then floated up off the ground as mine was being lowered!  I got off the couch instantly, fully hard for her, to watch my impossible muscle girl once again do the impossible.  You can imagine my shock when I stepped outside and realized she was curling my car and Holly’s car, one in each hand!

As I walked up to my incredible woman she appeared to be wider and thicker than she was tall, her muscles were so pumped for this workout.  A radiant smile broke out on her face as I walked towards her.  She could clearly see my hard on for her and as I walked between the two cars, alternatingly levitating, I began to shudder with desire.

“You are my Goddess!”

“I know my little man.  Feel  this body of mine while I warm up.”

“Warm up!?  This is a warm up!?” I shuddered as I felt her rock hard muscles working to curls the two cars.

“Yep, I’m going over to the Hummer dealer later to get my real workout in.  after the girls and I enjoy our new hot tub for a while.”

“The girls?”

“Yep, just a few friends of mine from the gym.  They’re in the back yard now changing.  I just wanted to get your attention before you meet them…”

“What do you mean by that.  I love you my mega muscular goddess!”

“I know you do, but… I… I mean I just…  I have something I need to tell you and I just wanted to make sure you and Christy hit it off just right.  You’ll understand when you meet her.”

“OK,” I stammered but I couldn’t keep my eye’s off the two cars as they repeatedly raised and lowered off the ground, and combined with the feel of my woman’s muscles warming up made me explode in my pants.

“You’d better clean yourself up my little man, and when you’ve changed into your swim trunks you come visit us in the hot tub!” she told me, after I’d stopped twitching and she’d gently lowered both cars to the ground after doing a few military press warm ups as well.

I changed and headed out into the backyard where a burst of girlish giggling hit me like the flexing of my mighty mite’s muscles.  There was also this sweet flowery smell that I hadn’t smelled before and it made me think about how extraordinarily muscular Jenny was.  I’d never smelled it before. 

I crossed our landscaped yard to the nook that afforded the most privacy, where we’d installed our oversized hot tub.  Jenny, as cute and adorable as ever, was in the tub with two of her friends.  Holly I knew and she introduced me to Christy.  Holly was a blonde with shoulder length hair, a pointed button nose and a quirky little smile that made her as much of a hottie as Jenny.  Christy had long straight red hair cascading down from her head, a few freckles that made her seem younger than she was, and a face that was so gorgeous that she almost outshined my Jenny.  There was something different about Christy that I couldn’t quite place.  Something irresistible.  All three of them looked like they’d fit right in at a sorority house and oddly all three of them were submerged all the way up to their chins.  The bubbles were on high so I had no chance of checking out the muscles I knew were bulging on my woman’s body.

I also noticed that there was a lot of water pooled around the outside of the hot tub.  While trying to puzzle out this phenomenon Jenny said “Get on in here my tiny little man,” and stood up from her seat.  As she stood up, first her traps broke through the bubbles, they were so gigantic that they’d make any male bodybuilder’s shoulders puny by comparison.  Then her shoulders surfaced and she was definitely as wide as she was tall because it seemed that she’d stuffed two soccer balls of muscles under each shoulder.  Then her chest, breasts and arms made their appearance and I was shuddering uncontrollably for my woman, not embarrassed at all in front of her friends. Her abs then appeared and I thought there was a case of grapefruits under her skin, vying for position.

I wasn’t treated to her legs because, short as she was the water came all the way up to her tummy.  The water level had dropped a bit.  She sauntered over to me and with one finger under my armpit, lifted me into the tub and into her gargantuan arms!  Holly and Christina were smiling as I enjoyed my muscular woman holding me oh so gently, knowing that she can curl an entire Humvee with one arm.

They continued to chatter and since I was outnumbered I let them go on while I felt the monumental curves of my woman.  I realized after a while that they were talking about the Looped Bodybuilding Program that had built Jenny to her current insane size.  They were talking about it as if they were on it too!  I began to pay attention.

“Remember when we arm wrestled in that bar and all the fan boys were taking pictures?  I loved that!”

“I think it’s happening for me too Jen!” squeaked Holly.  “It’s three weeks after it’s supposed to level off and I’m still upping as usual.”

“That’s great Hol,” replied Christy, “I was so thrilled when it continued for me.  That was almost three years ago now.  Of course I didn’t start anywhere near where you started Jen.  I doubt I’ll get anywhere near you.  You’re still the Goddess here, don’t worry.”

“Oh, I’m not worried, it’s nice to finally have some company here at the top.  The more the merrier!  Oooh, my little man just realized what we’re talking about,” she said as she felt me shudder.  There were more women in the world capable of doing what Jenny had done, and I was in a hot tub with three of them!  Of course I was going to shudder uncontrollably.  “Show him Hol!”

Holly smiled her quirky smile and sat up, revealing traps and delts as big as any champion male bodybuilders!  Her forearms then surged out of the water growing thicker and thicker until between her forearms and shoulders, her biceps began surfacing.

“How’s that for 28 inches of pure female power!!?” she asked me as my eyes went wide, my mouth dropped open and I began twitching in Jenny’s lap.  She put her hand over my hard-on and gently squeezed me until she could feel I wasn’t going to explode then and there at the sight of her best friend’s transformation.

I involuntarily glanced over at Christy, and of course they all noticed.  She was still submerged to her chin.  “My turn!!??” she chirped very excited to finally reveal herself to me.

“Lets get you ready little man,” Jenny said as she lifted me off her and stood me in the middle of the hot tub.  As I watched Christy, two globes of flesh began surfacing out of the water.  It took me a second to realize that the two globes were actually her breasts.  I only realized it because of the micro string bikini that all three women seemed to be wearing.  To my horror and delight I realized that not even half of her breasts had surfaced yet.  Each globe of flesh was easily bigger than her head, and I realized that her head seemed somehow bigger than Holly’s and Jenny’s.

Before I could puzzle it out her gigantic breasts finally finished surfacing and each one had to be bigger than my entire torso.  Other than her head this was the only part of her that surfaced.  She then moved towards me, keeping the water at her chin, and when her breasts met my body I felt her hand on my back, keeping me from moving.  Her breasts molded themselves around my waist as she squeezed me between her impossible breasts.

Once I was wedged in there I felt her flex her pecs and her breasts clamped down around me, totally trapping me keeping me immobile.  Then I felt the impossible!  My feet were lifting up off the bottom of the hot tub and when my eye’s snapped back to Christy’s face, she had now sat up revealing muscles well beyond Holly’s and only slightly behind my Jenny’s!!  She was gigantic!!!  As she stood up and up I felt my feet leave the water and when I looked down, the ground seemed miles away.  A miniature smiling Jenny flexed her arm which promptly exploded with muscle.

“I knew he’d like it!”  Jenny chirped, “Didn’t I tell you Chris!”

“Mmmm, and it feels so good to have a tiny man like him trapped so easily.  I barely have to flex! Remember what I did to that “I” beam last week?”

“Oh no! Don’t do that, not with him in there!”

“Don’t worry little Jenny.” Christy said as she used her enormously muscular arms to pull her breasts apart and let me drop back into the tub.  A quarter of the water was gone!  As my eyes slowly took in the enormity of this muscular giantess standing in front of me, in whose breasts I’d just been lifted into the air, I could barely comprehend that any human could possibly be this enormous!  Even after spending years with Jenny.

Her calves alone seemed bigger than my whole body!!  “Before you stands 7 feet one inches of amazonian muscle, might and strength!”  Boomed Christy smiling radiantly down at me as she flexed and exploded her body with muscle.  This is what my Jenny would look like if she were the foot and a half taller that she really wants to be.  My knees buckled.

“Woah little man, here we go,” Jenny cooed as she swept me gently into her arms.  Christy lowered herself back into the tub and the water went back to it’s full level.  This time both Holly and Christy kept their incredible muscular shoulders above the water, and Christy’s breasts floated in front of her a bit.

“How…? Is… What?” I babbled.

“Oooh, he’s just the cutest little man!  I hope I find one like him too!” Christy gushed.

“Well, do you want him?”  Jenny asked a little uncomfortably.

“What!!?” both Christy and I said at the same time.

“I didn’t know how else to tell you babe, but I’ve met someone else,” my face fell, but oddly Christy’s face lit up with a huge smile that she tried to unsuccessfully hide.  I know how addicted you are to me and my muscles, but that’s all it is.  You think you’re in love but, I don’t know how best to say this but you smell wrong.”

“Smell?” I said almost infuriated, but also noticing that the sweet flowery scent I’d been smelling since I met Christy had grown a lot stronger.

“Yeah, I know it sounds weird but we just don’t smell right together.  I’ve found someone who does and if there’s such a thing as love at first sight this is it.  Or smell, whatever.” She was clearly flustered and distressed at what she was putting me through.  Especially in front of her friends.

“How long now?”

“Only a week, he was one of the Jaguar handlers and when he gave us the briefing we couldn’t keep our eyes off each other.  I’m so sorry babe!  I’m so sorry!!!” she almost broke down in tears.

“I, well, why did you bring them here, do this in front of them!!” I said a bit pissed, although that flowery scent was so calming, so soothing.

“Well, like I said, I wanted you and Christy to hit it off just right.  And I couldn’t stand not telling you!”

I pushed myself away from her, repulsed, and with a sob she let me.  I closed my eyes to try to get a grip on myself, and was almost overwhelmed by that intoxicating flowery scent.  With my eyes closed I followed it and found myself surrounded by a huge muscular arm.

My eyes shot open and I was looking into the angelic face of Christy, her red hair framing her face perfectly, her beauty unparalleled, her size, gigantic.

“How did you…?”

“Know you were the man for me.  I smelled you on her clothes.  And I’d always had a crush on you, since I first saw you.”

“But we just met, when did you…?”

“Oh Jenny and I’ve been friends a long time now, and she pointed you out to me when you were out with your friends one night.”

“I know you two just met but I know you’ll get along just fine,” sobbed Jenny from Holly’s muscular arms.  “Just like I know that I’ll be fine…” she ended lamely.  Then she bolted for the house because she clearly couldn’t stand to be here anymore.  I let her go and was amazed at how easy that was, especially with Christy’s intoxicating scent filling my whole being.

“I’d better go to her,” Holly said as she too climbed out of the tub.  A quarter of the water was now gone again.

“This past week has been torturous for her.  She’s gone through this a dozen times in her head, but this time clearly hurt the most.”  Christy told me.  I responded by moving in closer to her and with that brilliant smile she squeezed me tight to her incredibly body.

“I think…  No, I know that I want you,”  I said looking up at her.  “I’d’ve wanted you so much more than Jenny that I’m pretty sure that after meeting you I’d never be content with Jenny.  But I’m also going to be a wreck.  We’ve been together for almost six years. And you…”

“Will wait patiently for you to get over her, and while you’re healing we’ll get to know each other, and I’ll keep on growing for you too my soon to be tiny little man.  I’m not going to be your rebound girl, that’s for sure.  I want you too!  I will, however, do everything it takes to make the healing process go as fast as possible.  Just you wait until I’ve totally filled out my huge frame with even more feminine muscle than I have now.  Check this out!”  she said and flexed her arm repeatedly in front of me.  As it pumped up with blood it grew from bigger than my head, to bigger than the size of my torso.  Combined with her forearms and shoulders, my body would’ve fit comfortably inside!  And she was still growing bigger…!!  And she was still going to grow bigger because, like Jenny, there was no limit to her muscularity!  She was a true Giantess, and she wanted to be my giantess!!

I shuddered with uncontrollable desire and her sweet, flowery scent made my head buzz so much that I didn’t even realize that I was kissing her, turning her on with my scent, making her muscles swell as her blood pumped faster through her body.

Vaguely I realized that she’d lifted me out of the hot tub between her breasts again.  The ground looked miles away but Christy’s radiant face was more real to me in that moment than Jenny had ever been.  I kissed her passionately, knowing that all would be well, and that we were going to be very happy together.

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