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🕑 Added 2020-08-24 13:00:00 +0000 UTCCaryn and I had been dating for a few months. She had been working on getting into better shape by doing p90x and getting into running. She was up to 5 miles three times a week and I was proud of her. She's not a small girl, about 5'8", and she weighs about 150lbs. You might call her a bit on the "skinny fat" side, because she's not exactly toned, but she is getting there. Things were going well until she caught me looking at my favorite fetish, muscular women, online. At first, she was really upset that I would be looking at other women on the internet, let alone what she called "freaks of nature". She stormed out of the house.
Later that night she came back, and to my surprise, she actually apologized. She had done some thinking and realized that what I was into really wasn't all that bad, and what was really going on in her mind was that she was intimidated. Caryn is what you might call a very strong-minded person. She doesn't like anyone to tell her what to do, and she likes to be in charge of any situation she's in. That made her first reaction to my attraction to strong and muscular women a very intimidating thing for her. When she had some time to cool down and start thinking about it, she realized that she might actually like being strong and powerful like the women in those photos she was looking at. She resolved to try and get stronger and more muscular, not just for me, but for herself. She asked for my help getting there.
This was like a dream come true for me. We immediately started researching and we got her on a gym program in which she was lifting heavy along with a high protein diet. The first week the weights she was lifting were small, as she could barely bench 75lbs, squat 100lbs, and deadlift 125lbs. However within the first month she started making amazing gains. It turns out she really had the genetics for lifting. She was soon benching 150lbs for reps, squatting 200lbs, and deadlifting 300lbs. I was so proud of her and the changes in her body were amazing. Her formerly flabby stomach was tight and and legs became hard and muscular. What was also amazing was how much she realized she enjoyed lifting and being strong. She lived for pushing herself harder and getting just a few more pounds on those bars every day. The stronger she got, the stronger she wanted to become!
Soon she was looking at those internet pictures of muscular women with me. There were times when we would look up really muscular female bodybuilders, like Angela Salvagno and Aleesha Young, and we would get all turned on and then have amazing sex. She would talk dirty to me, telling me to imagine her with bigger muscles, stronger arms. Always somewhat dominant in bed, Caryn became even more aggressive and would always want to be on top. She would tell me how much she got off on being so strong, and how she was going to get bigger and stronger every day.
Over the next six months, Caryn transformed herself from a fit, strong girl into a muscle goddess. Her strength level continued to increase dramatically, a testament to the freakish genetics that neither of us realized she possessed until recently. She could now bench press 250lbs for reps, and max out at 290lbs. She could squat 350lbs, which was more than twice her current body weight of 165lbs. And her deadlifts had risen to an amazing 425lbs. This progress only fueled her desire to be bigger and stronger. Whenever she hit a new milestone at the gym, she would roar and pump her burgeoning biceps. Then she would turn to me and say, "and this is only the beginning. I'm going to get even bigger and stronger!"
Her body was now an amazing, sculpted work of art. The stronger she got, the more motivated she became with her diet, and by this point she was eating nothing but lean meat, vegetables, and protein shakes. She never cheated because in her mind, the only point of eating was to get fuel to make her body stronger. Eating wasn't even something she bothered to enjoy anymore - she didn't bother with seasoning or flavor, she just ate the things she new would make her strong. And she ate a lot of them. This dedication showed in her amazing body, which was stacked with hard, striated muscle. Her awesome thighs, at 26", were hard and shredded, with veins snaking up from her 18" caves all the way into her mid section. Her ass was were two cubed blocks of muscle. Her abs were a fully defined 8 pack with veins that ran up and down. Her breasts, formerly a heatlhy C cup, had receeded somewhat as her body fat dropped, but that was more than made up for in the development of her chest. Her chest was truly awesome. She had a grove that went from her sternum to her naval, and it was at least an inch deep. Notched ridges rippled through her chest when she moved, and the blue veins that snaked around the rest of her body rippled through her chest as well. Her 16" biceps were a sight to behold when she flexed.
None of this was enough for Caryn. The bigger and stronger she got, the higher her goals became. With each pound of muscle she added to her burgeoning physique, the ideal of where she wanted to be in her mind was set higher. More strength. More muscle. Having already attained a female bodybuilder physique, her goal had moved toward becoming stronger and more muscular than the male bodybuilders. This caused her to redouble her efforts. Her gym time became longer and longer, and she would spend upwards of 3 hours per day at the gym. She also kept increasing her caloric intake to keep pace with these grueling workouts, and was up to 9,000 calories a day. Needless to say, at this point, she not only shared my fetish for female muscle, she was ready to take it to the next level.
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As I watched Caryn walk to the gym, I noticed an oddness to her gait. It was her legs - they were so thick, they rubbed together, and caused her to waddle. God, she was so jacked now - weighing in at 220 lbs. I was in heaven.
Her arms were measuring 22” now with biceps as big as softballs. Biceps
i wanted to hold, wrap my hands around and lick. Her formerly large breasts had receded further, looking like small tennis balls sitting on full pecs that looked like cinder blocks. She had nearly 1” nipples that wouldn’t go down since she was constantly horny from the drug use.
Her neck was absolutely huge, connecting her Ms. Olympia sized shoulders with the rest of her thick, meaty back. Lats pushed outwards, protruding toward her elbows. She had given up on wearing bras. She didn’t need them anymore.
She sported a full-barrel belly with the faint outline of a six pack. It protruded just a bit. No, not fat. It was just her internal organs growing. A fortunate side effect of GH use that balanced out her humongous physique. There was no fun in a tiny waist on a muscular female behemoth.
Her calves were as large as her biceps, protruding to her sides, visible from the front. Her quads were tree trunks, with huge cables of muscle wrapping them and bulging as she walked.
Just to tease me, she wore no panties. She wanted me to see her wet hungry pussy that she wouldn’t let me have just yet. And she wasn’t only wet. No. I could make something out where her pussy is. Something seemingly round, pushing out. Oh yes! She sported a growing clit!
“Look at me!” she yelled already red faced with rage. Her voice was now even lower, reminding me of a transsexual. Her voice wasn’t exactly male but it wasn’t exactly female either.
“I’m fucking huge!” she cried with a flex that cascaded through her muscular torso. “But I’m still not big enough! I need to get bigger, hornier, freakier!. I need more drugs. Get me more GH. More steroids. More of everything!”
“But…”
“Shut the fuck up!” And with that she used her rage to pick up an 80 lb dumbbell effortlessly enough to scare the shit out of me. I had never seen anyone lift such a weight with so much ease.
She waved her hand with the dumbbell like it was nothing, pointing at me.
“Do as I say! Can’t you see I can make you do whatever I want? Don’t you see I can’t squash you like a bug with all the rage, power and sexual tension raging in me right now?” she cried maniacally.
I saw her point. And in any case, my cock was rock hard. Any concern I might have had was washed away by my desire to see her grow, become bigger, thicker, a perfect specimen of female muscle!
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