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Natalie 2
🕑 Added 2022-10-14 14:00:08 +0000 UTCThe girls were rubbing her pecs as she pushed up the weight again and again, breathing perfectly controlled, like a machine. Their hands slowly moved to her nipples, her lats, her muscled waist and abs, then her clit. There was enough room for all four of their hands. They mumbled slurred lust at her engorged body splayed out before them, twisting and jerking her pumped-up clit she pumped up her body to their demands.
They egged her on, "Bigger, bigger, c'mon, do it bigger..." almost chanting.
Fuck. Veronica was touching herself. Jessica bent over and put her mouth over Natalie’s clit. Natalie moaned, a manly growl that caused the window pane to shudder.
"Bigger, baby, please go bigger..."
Her arms and neck and pecs looked like they were almost burning inside, veins starting to show up, popping. The bench under her creaked. She must weigh a ton. I'd never seen anyone so big--or had I? It was almost impossible to think with my own junk in my hands, playing with the colossal tent in my shorts.
Natalie slowed down as she rounded 50 reps and then racked the bar with a roar. The walls shook. The girls trembled like leaves in the wind. She sat up, the v of her back flaring, dripping with huge beads of sweat. I could taste it through the glass.
She stood up, looking at herself in the mirror, the two girls draped over her like worshipers. She bent over and gave them a tremendous, freakish crab flex they'd never forget. I could see just past her, only barely, at the reflection of her over-inflated, disgustingly shredded pecs that hung off her chest. Then she turned around.
I wasn't ready for it. My heart felt like it stopped. I sucked in my breath with a sharp gasp. I creamed my shorts.
She looked as if she'd been shaped out of molten lead. Her tiny waist supported heavy lats and massive arms that hung at an angle, absolutely crowded with the muscles of her forearms and triceps and biceps, her shoulders like bloated strips of steak. Her bricks of abs flexed with every breath she took. Her over-stimulated, engorged clit stood at attention, bigger than any woman I had ever seen.
The girls were wild with muscle lust, clawing at her skin, biting at her bulging physique--they didn't have enough hands between them to either satisfy their desire or please her burgeoning body. Natalie walked through them as they hung onto her legs like they were drowning. And they were: in a sea of raging teen hormones.
Natalie sat at the edge of the bench. I could see every muscle in her body tense and relax as she eased her weight down, the bench creaking. She looked like she was pushing 250lbs now! The stretch marks on her broad shoulders and massive pecs told the story--they might be unsightly on lesser human bodies, but on her godlike physique, they told the tale of her triumphant growth.
She laid back. The girls began lapping up the trickling sweat off her neck and chest, slurping at the pools that collected in the deep chasm between each bloated pectoral. Jessica's nails were raking her abs. Veronica's dextrous hands teased and tugged at her clit furiously. She just smiled at them, their obsession. It was her obsession, too, with her own body. Obsession was the only way she'd pushed her genetics and strength and size so far. Natalie had turned her entire life into a machine designed to produce bigger muscles. Everything from her education to her friendships to the food he ate fueled her desire to be the biggest.
Natalie placed her large hands on the girls' heads and gently eased their faces into her chest, flexing her muscles against their faces. It drove them mad as she continued to pump her swollen muscle tits for them, flex after flex after flex. Their tongues lashed against her dark, rock hard nipples, sticking almost straight toward her toes with all of the muscle crowded above them. When she eased her head back, eyes rolling as they sucked her muscle tits, her face nearly disappeared behind all that immense, corrugated, sweaty, veiny, distended chest.
She kneaded their skulls, caressed their hair as they latched on, suckling her pecs, making those nips even harder. Their filthy, slutty sucking noises filled the room. Jessica orgasmed but didn't stop. Natalie bounced her pecs against their heads. They bit at his nipples and she moaned louder, her clit throbbing at full mast, looking like a little dick.
Jessica and Veronica each took turns stroking that phallic clit-cock as they continued to pleasure her pumped muscle tits. Her cunt gushed with juices, drenching the girls' fingers, oozing down her legs to the bench, sliding off the bench and pooling on the floor. It was as if they'd awakening a sleeping giant, her true sexual powers being explored for the first time. Her libido had become an adult in all of its frightening, insatiable vastness. They'd been pleasuring her body for hours and this was the result, an almost inhuman display of sheer sexuality packed so tight under a layer of brown skin that it looked like she might just burst over-ripened by merely lying there.
"Holy fucking shit--" I muttered, and that was my mistake.
I ducked only just in time as Natalie sat bolt upright, scowling.
"Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"W-what's going on?"
Natalie’s heavy footsteps pounded against the floor as she stormed toward my place at the stairs. But I had already cleared the stairs. I made it to my room and closed the door softly. I spent most of that night stroking my cock and cuming over and over, unable to get over Natalie’s incredible muscle show. I never forgot that night. My muscle obsession had just reached a new level.
