[Ian T Bamma]

Margie watched the thin, red second hand on the wall-mounted clock tick past the seven.

“Twenty-three… twenty-two… twenty-one…” She counted down, her voice sounding more bass-heavy than last week.

Ted in his comfy tank top and sweatpants stepped onto the sleek bodyweight scale waiting in front of him—their official score-keeper.

The electronics silently processed his weight. A blue-backlit number ‘0.0’ showed on the screen and increased before oscillating between ‘134.4’ and ‘134.5’, his weight in pounds.

“Good job, Teddy!” Margie happily cheered from behind, supportively clapping in the white, completely-filled-out cotton robe she was wearing, her feet inside a pair of see-through platform heels. The robe’s lines of stretched fabric went this way and that around the rounding of her linebacker shoulders and strongman-sized arms.

“Yeah not bad, huh?” Ted replied, for the heck of it striking a few poses.

“Of course! Now it’s my turn!” She easily hoisted her young, self-satisfied rival into her arms and stepped onto the scale. Ted looked down. His eyes widened as the numbers on the screen rocketed upwards, two hundred, three hundred, four hundred, up to ‘439.XQPL’ before ‘ERROR’ blinked like a hazard signal. They both heard the glass crack.

“Oops…”

“You broke it just by standing on it!”

“Oh, they don’t make these things like they used to, lover.” She brushed off, “Maybe I should try without the heels?” she smiled.

Ted shot back a ‘ha ha, very funny’ look. “The fact you’re holding me so easily right now tells me your heels aren’t the problem.” He jumped down from his reliable seat, his girlfriend’s muscular forearms. Digits replaced the letters on-screen and finally oscillated between ‘304.7’ and ‘304.8’.

“My God. Still can’t believe you got this big!” Ted breathed at her hazel eyes with a hint of crows feet, her lean cheeks and brunette hair pulled back into a flowing ponytail, whose roots had begun growing back to their original salt-and-pepper color. Her uncovered neck muscles, upper chest, and calf muscles bulged grossly from her robe and body, ripped and vascular, rebelling against the stretched-tight robe that struggled to contain all the muscle. He imagined feeling all of that muscle and imagined it felt just as steely-hard as her forearms did.

“If I hit the gym a little more maybe i can catch you,” Ted smiled, playfully flexing his arms.

Margie smiled and placed her fists akimbo on her hips, shifting her weight, “Unless you can put on two hundred pounds of solid muscle in the next ten seconds, young man,” she reached out and firmly squeezed one of his arms to test it, “I think I won.”

“Yeah, who can gain the most muscle in eighteen months. We both know you won.”

“And don’t you forget it!” she teased.

Margie bent her head, waiting.

Ted motioned as if polishing and then placing an invisible crown upon her head.

“Your Cougar Queen thanks you,” She said and curtsied her robe for him, revealing more ripped, massive quads.

They both laughed.

“You want to see what’s under the robe?”

“Oh? I do.”

“You sure? Remember curiosity and the cat.”

He laughed. “Now don’t they have nine lives? I’ll take my chances. And you know you’ve always been a proud exhibitionist, Margie. And come on I love seeing you. Flex for me.”

He watched a smile grow across her now impish face. “Sometimes I think you know me a little too well.”

He smiled at that.

“You and that muscle fetish of yours” Her hands carefully began to untangle the knot in her belt. “Fasten your seatbelt lover—you lucky dog you.”

Ted’s eyes widened as she disrobed her unbelievably mammoth physique in front of him. The fifty-four-year-old had built the bulging, muscular physique of a first-place-winning Ms. Olympia athlete. She was a tanned mound of muscle in mascara, rose lipstick and a green, sequin two-piece competition bikini, with her robe now a hill of bronze-stained white at her heels. Her vascular, muscle-laden arms bowed outwards for space, in the best shape of their lives.

“You like watching me flex these huge muscles, huh?” She struck a vein-popping Front Double Bicep pose for him, fists forming next to her gleaming, jeweled earrings, her biceps rocketing upwards, her bronzed, bowl-shaped lats bending down the strings of her sparkling, emerald top. A round contestant number ‘8’ button was pinned to her bikini bottom in front of her solid eight-pack.

The blood rushed from Ted’s cranium to other parts. “Wow. Just wow. I like to think I know how to appreciate a fit woman. It takes hard work and dedication to get to where you are. And when I met you a year and a half ago I knew immediately you’d get there. Didn’t know I’d fall in love with you though, you and your dedication. But I’m still proud to support you, emotionally, physically, sexually, financially, whatever you need.”

“Awww,” she moaned and kissed her twenty-something lover passionately over her vein-snaked abdominals that flexed and relaxed as she breathed. She wiped the lipstick off with her thumb that had transferred to his lips. “And that’s why I love you, Teddy. And will always flex for you.”

Ted watched lustfully as she masterfully transitioned to a Side Chest pose, with rippling pecs that would have left Arnold Schwarzenegger in his prime nervous about his title.

“Side Chest.”

“Just wonderful, babe.”

“I know, and here’s my Abs and Thighs pose.” She transitioned. “This one clinched first place.”

He drank in the sight of her award-winning, lean, rippling muscles as she leaned forward: her solid, stomach-framing obliques and immense, corrugated, tear-dropped thigh meat on thin skin jutting out with clear, plant-root veins snaking down their immense surfaces.

“All my training and prep came together tonight and you did a perfect job oiling me.”

She blew a kiss to him then struck a powerful Front Lat Spread pose. Her already giant upper body expanded larger. Her V-taper lats ballooned outwards even more, pushing against her massive, akimbo arms that fought for space. His eyes were a mile a minute recording her delicious body. Right now he’d eat the shit from her ass if she ground his face into its lean, hard surface and told him to.

“So glad I caught on to your little muscle fetish, Teddy” she said.

After her first month getting back into the gym, when she really began to get big again, she would find reasons to take off her clothing and tantalize and tease him. She would squat slow and low near the front desk enjoying how hard it was for him to keep his eyes off of her lean, pumped-up ass and legs.

It was muscles. His thing was muscles. She kept seeing the stains, poor guy. He was probably jacking it to her memory every night before bed, obviously starved for a real, strong, muscular woman like her in his life.

If only he’d known that stocky women ran in her Dutch family and she knew how to get big from the WAC. Ever since she could remember she was just one of those women who put on size easily. People were either intimidated or jealous, she was either hated or loved, resented or worshipped each time she racked more weight in the gym.

Margie came close to Ted. “Remember when I first started lifting at your gym?” She slowly traced her pointer finger up the front of his engorged shaft through his pants and circled his head. “It was the cutest thing watching you try and hide this from me. I was really enjoying myself, imagining all the hot, steamy fantasies of me that had to be running through your mind as you watched me. By the end honestly I was sweaty and probably way more turned on than you.”

She struck a Side Tricep pose. Her vein-infested tricep heads bulged out beneath her boulder shoulders, forming a large horseshoe that wove itself down into her meaty forearms.

“Kiss it.” she ordered.

He shot forward and cupped the mound of muscle and paper-thin skin in his hands. He repeatedly kissed and worshipped the hot, hard mound, feeling the veins snaking across it.

When she got him like this he was like her own personal sub. She elbowed his chest, testing how much punishment he would take from her. Each time he took more and crawled back to her triceps not acknowledging anything happened. He moaned as he kissed up her abdominal wall now, the hard member of his crotch rubbing up her muscle-bound quad. She palmed his chest and easily pressed him up.

“Woah there, tiger! I need you to last! Your little guy’s about to explode all over me!”

“So sorry, babe,” he said from above “you know what you do to me when you flex like this.”

She chuckled. “I know. You want me to stop?”

“No please don’t!”

She laughed even harder and set him back down.

“Of course. You’d never say yes. God you love this torture.” She stuck a finger into his mouth and let him suck satisfyingly on it like he always did on her nipples. He was really gifted at that she had to admit.

“You can’t get enough of these big, huge muscles of mine. You love me in the gym working these arms bigger and meatier for you every single day. Look, your face is so embarrassed and still begging me for a feel. Haven’t you had enough of me yet?” He was now pliable putty in her hands and she was loving it.

“Is this what you want?” She inhaled and gave him her hardest Most Muscular pose ever. Her arms came down like a ‘C’. She tensed her entire body steely until she shook and popped with a roadmap of hard veins. Her bulging, barreled, ripped pectorals practically exploded off her chest, framed by the shape of her now diamond-like delts cut like large bell peppers.

He shot to kiss and worship her delt muscles. “God I want to fuck your arms!”

She breathed out and inhaled a deep breath and ran her fingers down her body. “Oh GOD you’re turning me on!”

Ted wrapped his arms around her legs and began kissing up her quads.

She looked down tenderly at his appeasing worship. “Last I checked, these skull-crushing thighs of mine are over fifty inches a-piece.” Margie squeezed her tree-trunk-sized quads hard for his mouth to feel.

“You’re in for a treat.” She grabbed his head and pushed it deeper into her quads.

“Oh God!” She moaned loud and hard, biting her lower lip. He had moved to pleasure her clit through her bikini bottom. “Oh God! Oh God! Oh fuck!” She pulled his now drenched head off of her. “How did I let you get me so horny? I want you in me right now!” She reached her free hand behind herself to her muscle-laden back and pulled loose one of the hanging strings of her bikini top’s knot.

“Let’s see how long you last against these muscles. I’m not holding back. I’m going to fuck you in two, babe!”

Ted watched from below as her top slid off her barrel-chested front and boobs and kamikazed itself onto his head. She then squeezed her hard ass out of her bikini bottom one giant leg at a time and discarded the paltry green fabric onto his nose. Her sharp, familiar scent filled his nostrils.

“Much better!” she said.

He thought about the prospect of that strong, naked woman in front of him testing out her new strength on him.

Margie’s muscles had developed so fast over a short year and a half, growing bigger, harder, and more vascular everyday. The first thing Ted noticed on her, after how beautiful she was, were her sleeve-stretching biceps, her shirts clinging for dear life to her muscular body. He remembered how when he first laid eyes on her he just had to know her name. He was co-manning the front desk at the gym with his blonde co-worker Stacey when he thought he noticed this muscle goddess staring at him from the tricep cable machine. But when he turned she wasn’t looking his way, instead repping an impressive stack of weight like he’d never seen before and he wasn’t sure if he’d made it up. He turned to Stacey to ask about her. Stacey looked up from her iPhone. ’Wow yeah, she is pretty and… jacked. Oh my God, look at her go!’ He asked around, sent out texts, emails, but nobody knew much about the unknown bodybuilder, only that ever since she appeared she was getting bigger everyday and ‘just had to be on something’.

He grabbed his clipboard and darted across the exercise floor as if pulled by a tractor beam. Up close, he could see the rest of her body was no different, extremely muscular, lean, as she moved the metal pin down the stack and repped even more weight. He said hi and asked her name. She stopped, smiled, and pulled the handles of the pulley down slowly until her arms were perfectly straight, the stack of weights floating in mid-air, “Hi, My name’s Margie.” He fought to keep his eyes from darting impolitely to either of her two now bulging triceps or her flexed, barreled pecs on chests on her sports bra, trying to focus on her face. “What’s yours, cutie?”

“Hi, I’m Ted. I work here.”

“Oh no, did I do something wrong?” she asked. Then her eyes darted down. “Or maybe I did something right…” She had seen the unmistakable erection inside his work shorts that looked to her like a vacuum-sealed sausage.

Turning red, Ted moved his clipboard in front of his hard-on and sighed. Margie smiled back reassuringly, “It’s okay, Im flattered”.

“So sorry about that. I just came over because you seem to be really into your workout but don’t have a towel.”

“Yes I know, I forgot my duffel bag while rushing to the gym today. All my things are back home with it.”

He brightened up. “Hold on just one second, that’s no problem.” He left and returned lugging multiple towels, water bottles, sample pre-workout and supplement packs all in a brand-new duffel bag.

“Aww, that’s so sweet of you. Thank you.” she returned.

“Anytime. You seem like a really cool person.”

She smiled, lowered the weight, reached over and gave him a long, loving peck on his cheek. She grabbed the bag’s strap from him that looked as light as a feather in her hands. “Now, if only there were food in here you would be the perfect guy” she joked.

“Well we could grab a bite after my shift.” He blurted out faster than he realized.

Margie smiled. “You know what? Life is short. I’d love to grab something to eat.” she grabbed the pen from his clipboard and scribed her address and number in his palm. “Pick me up at 7 and,” she bent his clipboard forward, “bring him with you.”

On their date they made their friendly bet: who could gain the most muscle by the next local bodybuilding show.

He was no match for her.

She began quickly outgrowing her clothes like a newborn, defaulting to wearing scoop neck tanks, cycling shorts and trainers everyday. She gutturally grunted through burning reps of heavy, stacked weight of dumbbells, barbells and cable machines which incinerated already devastated pockets of bodyfat on her body. He saw that she enjoyed a near constant diet of chicken, turkey, rice, and vegetables which strengthened and beefed up all her muscles. And it sped up to a stretch-mark-inducing pace thanks to the anabolic steroids Ted secured for the both of them through his connections. She gladly took them to push her muscles bigger faster.

“That’s it, keep watching me,” she egged on, continuing her current pose show. She saw his unmistakable erection in his sweatpants, tenting the elastic waistband. She turned her wide back to him, placing her hands akimbo on her tiny hips. He could count the roid-fueled pimples on her bullhorn traps, wide back and bare ass as well as old injection sites she wore as proudly as her 1st-place Overall and 1st-place Master’s 50+ Women’s Heavyweight Bodybuilding medals. She raised herself onto her toes with calf raises, and used her incredible muscle control to pump each thick, rope-like hamstring for him, priming his cock like a gun.

His cock drilled itself into his pyramid sweatpants and begged to be freed to be fucked by this amazing Amazon woman.

“God I love it when you watch me. You want me so bad, don’t you?”

“Yes, so much.”

“And just think, this is just a quick taste. Im going to get these muscles so much bigger, babe. Give me one more year.”

The truth was he was already imagining exactly that: he pictured her with arms as wide as his whole body; quads three times wider than his waist; an appetite to rival a whole family of four! She had already maxed out a number of the gym machines, asking him to climb onto stacks for her to add more needed resistance.

“You want to see my ripping out my extra-large clothes?”

“Yes.”

“Oh I’m gonna get even harder than that cock of yours. Which I can’t wait to feel throbbing inside of me in a second.”

She kissed him long and passionately. He became lost in her warm, supple lips and damp tongue and couldn’t help it: he began thrusting his pole against her washboard abs. They finally broke with a satisfyingly wet smack.

She flexed her right arm for him. Her biceps and triceps formed into two, hard, tanned, grapefruit-sized mounds above and below her arm, framed by a boulder shoulder and a fat, vein-infested forearm.

“Can you help mama take her measurements, sweetheart? Afterwards I’ll reward you and turn you into my little pretzel. I’ll take care of all your muscle needs, baby.”

He quickly grabbed his clipboard and measuring tape and wasted no time wrapping the tape around the large girth of Margie’s arm, pulling it nice and taut against her skin. He looked at where the tail of the tape wrapped against it and looked in near disbelief at the number. They were the biggest biceps he had ever measured in his life.

[El_Roy_1999]

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That was great! Thank you very much for sharing!

[Ian T Bamma]

Wow El_Roy, thank you! :laugh: :blush: It means a lot that you liked it. I’m a big fan!

[hr]That was great! Thank you very much for sharing!

[El_Roy_1999]

Thank you very much for the compliment!

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