A Muscle Lover’s Journey

This is chronical of man’s changing relationship with his wife,  as she becomes more muscular and stronger.



Part 1 of a 3 Part Story

CHAPTER 1

Bob was thinking ahead nervously, as he speeded up the highway, rushing home
from work. It was 6:00 pm already, a long hard day at the office. Debbie had
left a long list of chores for him to do before she returned home for the
night. Lets see, he thought, I need to get dinner started, then vacuum the
house, clean the bathroom, set the table .....

Debbie gets so upset of the house is not spotless, as he thought back to how
angry she got just last week when he forgot to clean the bathroom. I better
start using a checklist so I don’t forget anything.

Finally, arriving home, Bob figured he had an hour to get everything done.
Debbie gets out of work at 4:00 pm and will get home from the gym at about
7:30 tonight. He had her routine pretty much memorized now.

Bob quickly prepared the chicken and rice and put them on to cook. Then he
fixed a salad, and kept it cool in the refrigerator. Shoot, 7:00pm already he
realized - got to hurry up. Frantically he got the vacuum, working at full
speed.

As he worked, his mind began drifting. God how things have changed during the
past few years, he thought. Five years ago, when he married Debbie, he admired
what a great athlete she was. A three sport star in high school, a star
basketball player in college and an avid weightlifter. She lifted throughout
high school as part of her conditioning program and intensified her training
during college. During college she lifted during the off season. When they
married, shortly after her college graduation, Debbie was an amazing athletic
specimen at 5’10" and a solid and muscular 160 lbs.

Bob loved her physical power and presence, and her hard body. During their
first two years of marriage, they were constantly on the go. Long hiking
trips, wind sailing, mountain climbing... He found it exciting and
exhilarating to be with her and challenging just to try and keep up with her.
And she continued her weight lifting on a regular routine, maintaining the
body of a perfect athlete. Sex was wonderful, he used to love to run has hands
up and down her arms, feeling the hard triceps flare and the steely veins and
chords bulging in her forearms, as she lay above him in pushup formation.
During climax he could not help from squeezing each her biceps with both his
hands, testing their thickness and hardness. God - he loved her arms.

CHAPTER 2

Bob still remembered the day, a little over two years into the marriage.
Debbie walking in with a stack of bodybuilding magazines, stating to Bob that
this was to be her next endeavor. His mind becomes a mad rush of emotions. His
reactions were that of a scared little boy. "Why do you want to look like
that!" He challenged. "Your already real muscular and strong" "It’s way to
extreme!" "What will everyone think?" She just smiled and said "this is what I
want to be, Bob" "here, look through this magazine, I think you’ll like what
you see" "I’m going to change and head over to the gym now"

While Debbie was at the gym he began to flip through the magazine. He had not
bought a bodybuilding magazine in years, afraid of what Debbie might think.
Even when he used to buy them, it had always been a terrifying experience for
him. He would always spot them in the store and browse through them, making
sure they were loaded with awesome hardcore female bodybuilder pictures. If
Woman’s Physique World was in stock, that was a definite choice. He would
invariably spend at least 10 minutes looking through the magazine, resulting
in a stiff erection, and building up an intense desire to purchase and own it.
Then it would take him another 5 minutes to cool down the hard on and muster
the courage walk to counter. Along the way, he would find a traditional
magazine to cover up the bodybuilding. Never the less, his heart would be
racing the whole time that he waited in line, impatient to finally reached his
turn with the clerk. He could always feel the cold hard stare of the clerk, as
he rang up the order and put the Woman’s Physique World on top of the pile.
Bob’s heart raced even faster, always in total fear "What does he think?" What
do the people in line think?" "I hope no one says anything to me." Paying the
clerk as fast as he could, Bob would race out of the shop relieved, and now
anticipating the tremendous excitement of viewing the gorgeous bodybuilding
women within these magazines. He would rush home, find a private spot, and
spend the next few hours examining the magazine from cover to cover while
jerking himself off in absolute lust and desire of these magnificent women.

So now here he was again, with an issue of Woman’s Physique World, that his
own wife Debbie had handed him to read. He felt tremendous guilt, has he
reverted back to his old habits. He was not 2 minutes into the magazine and he
was jerking off fast and furious. "These women are much more muscular than the
woman of a few years back" he exclaimed to him self. He loved the hard core
look. The bigger and harder the muscle, the more he delighted himself. He
turned the page and found a full page close up of a woman of his dreams - Huge
in stature, yet ripped and vascular. He gripped himself hard and stroked. "Can
Debbie really look like this"? He wondered. He thought of feeling the muscles
of a live female bodybuilder - a real stud. Ooooh he thought, all ripped and
hard and really thick... "But what will our parents and friends think if she
looks like this?" "But they are so beautiful, so glorious..." "Oh yes he
thought, I wish Debbie could look like this.... He climaxed with a special
dream in mind.

.

CHAPTER 3

Debbie began an intense workout program, 6 days a week for about 3 hours per
day. After six months the results were dramatic. She gained 5 pounds, boosting
her weight to 165, but she must have gained at least 10 pounds of muscle! Then
one night she challenged Bob to arm wrestle. Bob, being 6’1", 190 lbs. and in
pretty good shape figured that he would easily win this. I should let her stay
close, he thought, don’t want to bruise her ego. Once they started, Bob was
startled at her strength. They were even for about 2 minutes, and it took
every ounce of strength in his body to finally put her down. He was sweating
and huffing and puffing from the contest. Debbie smiled at him and remarked
"stronger than you thought?’

They then launched into intense sex, with Debbie initiating and on top. Bob
immediately placed his hands on her arms and probed the muscles. The biceps
are so much thicker now, he thought, as he slowly entered her. She kept a nice
slow rhythm tonight and Bob matched her rhythm with his hands sliding up and
down her arms. While back up at her biceps, Bob noticed that Debbie started to
flex them especially hard. He stopped his hands right on the spot, and felt
the hard bulging ball with his fingers. He continued to worship her peaks, in
absolute delight. All of a sudden, Debbie broke his trance. "Bob, how come you
always feel my arms during sex?" Bob fell completely silent, afraid and
ashamed to answer. My God he thought, what do I say to her. Why am I so
ashamed?

Bob slid his hands off her biceps and fondled her breasts instead, wanting
badly to pleasure her. "I don’t know, Bob replied timidly, "I thought you
liked it." She smiled down at him, noticing that he was now afraid to touch
her arms. She slowly raised her harms and struck a double biceps pose, staring
intensely at Bob while she flexed. Baseball size peaks erupted in her arms, as
Bob could only stare in complete lust, afraid to reveal his true feelings. The
brief seconds of silence seemed like hours to Bob. He so badly wanted to feel
her biceps. Debbie spoke again, "You can touch them if you want Bob" "Do you
want to feel them?" Bob could not say a word, but raised his hands and grasped
the peaks. He squeezed hard, testing and relishing the size and hardness. All
of a sudden, Debbie relaxed and flexed again. Bob let out a slight moan,
unable to suppress his passion. He grasped her arms even tighter. Hearing the
groan, Debbie realized his desire. She had hoped for such a reaction. She
repeated the flex action and this time Bob let out a louder, longer gasp, as
her biceps exploded to fill his entire grip. "Ooohhh" he gasped, deep in
muscle lust. His hands massaging all over her arms. He quickly lost control
and his orgasm came immediately. His load moaning continued as he jerked
wildly in climax holding on to her arms as if his life depended on it.

Bob knew that he climaxed much too soon, and that he needed to redeem himself
quickly. He desperately wished to please her, driven by his lust for her
muscular body. Silent and ashamed, he moved his face to her pussy and entered
with his tongue. He worked with his tongue and fondled her breasts and brought
her to a delightful orgasm. He felt afraid to touch her arms now - afraid that
she would call attention to it. Afraid that she was now aware of his deepest
passions.

CHAPTER 4

About a month later, Debbie again challenged Bob to arm wrestle. This time Bob
knew what he was in for, and got psyched up for the challenge. But she was
even stronger and more confident this time. They remained even for over five
minutes and then declared a draw. Bob was exhausted and has arm felt pretty
sore from the match. Your awesome Debbie, unbelievably strong he said in
respect. She stood up, smiled at him and flexed her right biceps. A big thick
vein ran over the top, and up her shoulder. Bob was instantly hard, and wanted
so badly to feel her arm. To run his fingers along that vein. To lick it and
worship it. But he could only sit there paralyzed; gawking at her muscle, and
afraid to make a move. He felt his member harden and begin to throb.

"Stand up, she said, and take a good look at these babies" "I’m getting pretty
strong, don’t you think?" Debbie then struck a double biceps pose, inches
before him. His full erection was evident, and she noticed a small stain on
his shorts. "Like what you see?" she exclaimed proudly. She then ran her hand
into his shorts and grasped his rock hard and moist member. "It sure feels
like it!"

"Go ahead, " Debbie ordered "feel my muscle!" Bob reacted instantly, meekly
bowing his head and grasping her left biceps with both hands. She relaxed her
arm as he took hold. Once sensing that his grip was in place, she flexed with
all her strength, her biceps expanding to a rock hard ball. Bob felt the
biceps grow and harden. He could not suppress a long sensual moan. "Mmmm" he
moaned dreamily, throughout the entire flex. One hand cupped her shoulder and
the other cupped her biceps peak. His fingers probing her steely ridges and
veins while she began stroking his member ever so slowly. Tremendously
aroused, he lowered his face to her forearm and began kissing it, and licking
along her veins. Then his mouth found her biceps and he sucked on the
hardness. He widened his mouth to its full capacity and took in as much of her
rock hard muscle as could fit. Releasing his mouth, a louder more emotional
gasp escaped him, "Ohhhhh" he released, while running and pressing his fingers
along her biceps. And this time Debbie had to suppress a chuckle. In less than
a minute, he climaxed.

Debbie was delighted at how intensely Bob reacted to her physique, and felt
further energized by the degree of power she held over him. She gently grabbed
Bob by the head and moved his face toward her pussy.

Bob knew exactly what to do from there. They moved to the floor. He worked his
tongue in deep and worked hard to pleasure her. His hands fondled her small
firm breasts as he worked his tongue. While working her breasts, his fingers
incidentally brushed over her pec muscle. He relished in the shape of the
pectoral, and pressed his fingers into the muscle. It was hard and dense, so
very firm to the touch. He felt his member stiffen to complete hardness again.
Afraid that Debbie would notice, Bob moved his fingers back to her nipples.
But his member was throbbing with desire and he needed to feel her pecs again.
While rubbing her nipples with his thumbs, he moved his fingers to each of her
pecs. First he traced the muscle, and then he pressed into the thick dense
mass. He continued to alternate between her breasts and pectorals, desiring to
feel the muscle and much more aroused by the thick pectoral, but worried that
he must fondle the breast - like a normal man.

Bob sensed that Debbie was beginning to climax, and was then able to muster
the courage to move his entire hand onto her thick hard pectorals. She had
already begun to moan in delight and he no longer worried about fondling her
breasts. His fingers probed her center cleavage between the muscles, while his
palms pressed on the outside of the pecs. Then he moved his fingers to her
muscular shoulders, and pressed his thumbs along her iron-plated chest. Deep
dense muscle every where he felt. So hard he thought. She’s so hard and thick.
Such lovely pectoral muscle. Deep in muscle lust, Bob failed to realize that
Debbie was now past her orgasm. He was still furiously working her pussy,
while pressing his member hard against the rug, lurching to jerk himself off.
Completely mesmerized he brought himself to orgasm, with one hand massaging
her pectoral and the other hand squeezing her biceps.

"My poor little man" he heard her chuckle, and he finally realized his
pathetic state. "You better clean up the rug and then come to bed " "I’ll be
ready for another round!" Bob meekly got up, recognizing with shame, what he
had done. What does she think of me, he thought. I can’t believe how easily I
lost control like that. He sobbed slightly as he cleaned the rug.

CHAPTER 5

The next day, Bob resolved himself to begin working out again. He was
embarrassed and resentful that he could not beat Debbie last night. She was
getting stronger and he did not want to lose to her next time. He began
working out three times a week, with heavy weights.

Bob was really motivated with his progress in the gym. After just three weeks
of training he was firming up and felt great. Just this week, he decided to
take up running also. He started running three miles during lunch break at the
office. At dinner that night he mentioned to Debbie. " I’ve lost 5 pounds Hon,
and I feel great!" " In a few more weeks I should be back in tip top shape1."

"That’s fantastic Bob, "How about testing me in arm wrestling tonight?" Bob
thought about it for a minute, looking Debbie over. Her arms seemed especially
pumped tonight. "I’m just too tired from my work out and a long day at the
office." "I’m really beat" "Next time though"

This went on for the next few weeks, Debbie would continue to challenge and
Bob would make excuses.

Finally, Bob thought that he was up for the challenge. He was bench pressing
as much as he did in college and was now running 20 miles a week. He felt
strong.

Feeling especially energetic, Bob decided to skip his run and his workout at
the gym. Instead, he resting up, hoping Debbie would challenge him. He was
ready for everything she had. Luck was on his side, as Debbie challenged him
that night. "You’re looking great now, Hon. You’re in fantastic shape, but I
bet I can beat you!" "You’re on, what’s the bet!" replied Bob. "Loser cleans
up the mess from dinner." Said Debbie.

Bob was vibrant and confident. Without thinking, he removed his shirt,
limbered up and sat down at the table. Seeing this, Debbie removed her shirt
also, revealing a tight sports bra. She shrugged her shoulders to loosen up,
muscles dancing. Then she stretched her arms, triceps flaring in bold relief.
She stared at Bob while stretching, and noticed him squirm, just a little bit.
Bob look down, avoiding her stare. Confident that she was in control, Debbie
sat at the table and extended her arm into position.

They gripped each other hard, both ready to battle. Both determined to win.
And then they started. Bob got off to an early lead and pushed Debbie halfway
to the table. His face turned to a grin as their eyes connected. Debbie eyes
glared at him, with a hard-determined stare. Be continued the cocky grin. He
figured he had her beat.

Bob held his advantage for close to three agonizing minutes. He pushed with
all his might but could not bring her down. "You’re tough" he admitted, and
continued to push harder. Another second and she’ll falter, he hoped, c’mon
push her hard for another second. Bob’s grin transformed into a surprised and
worried look as Debbie started to slowly push him back to the center point.
"God" he grunted as he watched his arm return to center. His eyes looked
scared and his mouth hung slightly open.

For five minutes they battled to stalemate at the center point. Debbie’s
expression had not changed - glaring at Bob, hard and determined. Bob’s
expression suffered even more, as he looked scared and desperate - in awe of
Debbie’s power. With his mouth open and slightly panting he stammered "God
you’re strong" He was starting to shake a bit and was visibly weakening.

Debbie continued her assault and gained an advantage on Bob, pushing him
halfway to the table. Bob gave it everything he had, making a valiant last
stand for over a minute. He prayed that she would tire, the force of her
strength was killing his arm. Debbie continued to stare at him. She portrayed
a determined and defiant expression of power. Bob was beet read, sweating and
shaking. He could no longer meet her stare and instead looked down - trying to
channel his remaining power. Between his rushed breaths he muttered " Can’t
stop you" "too strong" "can’t be"". A few seconds later, Debbie growled loudly
and pushed with all her might. Bob screamed "nnooo!" defiant to the last
second, as she drove him hard to the table.

Bob was silent, head down, shaken and resentful at the defeat. And worse, his
arm was in considerable pain. Debbie was jubilant. She stood up and cheered,
"Well I guess I’m stronger than you Bob! "Any question about that?" Bob looked
up at her as she spoke. As he met her eyes, she struck a double biceps pose
and stuck her tongue out at him. "Care for a rematch?" she challenged. Bob
slumped in his chair, lowered his head back down and muttered "no." His arm
was still in considerable pain, and he knew she would easily beat him in his
current state. "How could she beat me?" he thought to himself. "What’s wrong
with me, she can’t be stronger?"

"Well you can clean up now, and meet me in the bedroom" she beamed. "Then
maybe I’ll let you worship the muscles that beat you," she bragged, letting
loose with a few sexy bodybuilding poses. Stunned, Bob was a mess of emotions.
Her posing had his member throbbing and he was full of desire, but he could
not face the fact that he was the weaker of the two. He could not stop
lamenting over losing to her.

CHAPTER 6

Their relationship changed over the next couple of months. Sex was not the
same. Debbie was getting more and more into flexing and teasing. If Bob felt
her biceps, Debbie would flex them harder and pose. If Bob felt her pectorals,
Debbie would take his hand, flex her pecs and rub his hand over the muscle.
Then she would confront him "you like my thick pecs more than my breasts now
Bobby?" "Don’t be afraid, tell me the truth Hon." But Bob could still not
express his inner feelings, and admit to his deepest and darkest passions.

Almost any sensual touch of her muscles turned Debbie on to flexing, posing
and teasing during sex. The problem was that once she started flexing and
posing, Bob would lose control and climax too soon. Debbie got sick of this
and spoke sternly to him "Bob, if you can’t control yourself than stay off my
muscles during sex. You better start lasting until I’m ready to orgasm, Hon."
Her sternness earned Bob’s complete attention and respect, but most
importantly he wanted to please her. From that point on, he would feel
Debbie’s muscular arms for a few minutes during foreplay. Savoring the
hardness and vascularity, and reaching extreme hardness. He would fantasize
about being able to truly worship her muscles. To lick them, suck them, make
out with them, and to have his face wrapped in her biceps. Then he would then
release his hands and move to her breasts, sucking and fondling her until she
reached orgasm. But once she started to climax, he would immediately return to
her pecs and her arms, grasping tightly as she flexed, massaging and exploring
at will. And within less than a minute he would join her in orgasm, lost in
wonderful muscle lust.

Also, Debbie started ordering Bob around more. He was now doing the food
shopping; cooking and the majority of the house hold chores. She was spending
more working out, and with her new friends from the gym.

Bob remained a confused man. He resented the fact the Debbie had beat him. She
no longer challenged him to arm wrestle. He had challenged her a few more
times, hoping to defeat her. But each time, she beat him easier than before.
Finally, after driving him down hard one night, in less than a minute of
struggle, Debbie declared with finality " I don’t want to do this any more -
your too easy now." Bob was sick over the fact that his wife could beat him so
easily. He was not even a challenge. And it seemed like the situation was only
getting worse. She was getting much stronger. But on the other hand, he loved
her muscular body. He got hard and wet just thinking of touching and feeling
her muscles. He would do anything to keep her happy.

CHAPTER 7

About a year into her bodybuilding training, Debbie had the look of an awesome
off-season bodybuilder. She was a solid and muscular 170 lbs. At 5’10 inches,
she was equally beautiful and intimidating.

Bob had just finished a 10-mile run one, and returned home evening to find
Debbie entertaining a friend from the gym. "Hi Hon, this is Pam." "Pam this is
Bob" Debbie explained to Bob that Pam was a competitive bodybuilder that she
met at the gym a few weeks back. "Pam and I are training together for a while"
"She’s going to help me reach the next level!"

Bob quickly glanced over at Pam. She was wearing a sweat suit, so Bob could
not tell how muscular she was. But he could tell she was big. He estimated her
at 5’7, and maybe 160 lbs. She looked so big, even in sweats. She had short
blond hair, and an attractive face. Her deep blue eyes were enchanting.

"Pam is awesome"! Debbie exclaimed. "She is the most muscular woman I know!"
Pam replied modestly. "Oh c’mon Debbie, your pretty good your self". "In a
year, you’ll be the most muscular woman I know!"

The deepness and richness of Pam’s voice struck a chord with Bob. She sounded
so commanding, yet so sexy. He had to talk to her more. "How many years have
you been bodybuilding Pam?" asked Bob "Over 10 years now", she replied. For a
good 10 minutes Bob engaged in bodybuilding conversation with the two women.
He was becoming more and more impressed with Pam’s overpowering presence.

Suddenly, Debbie asked Pam to pose for them. "C’mon Pam", "show us your stuff"
she chanted. Bob tensed up, bundle of nerves. Hoping she would pose, but
afraid to admit it. His heart started beating a mile a minute and he started
to lightly sweat, in hopeful anticipation. "Are you sure about this?" Pam
replied to Debbie. "Absolutely." Debbie reassured her.

Pam peeled off her sweat suit, reducing her outfit to a sports bra and
skintight shorts. Bob looked at her in awe, then looked nervously over at
Debbie. Then he couldn’t resist a second look at Pam. She was completely
awesome. Bob had never seen a massive female bodybuilder close up, and was
overwhelmed be her beauty and her powerful physique. Remembering that he
himself was only wearing skimpy running shorts, he sat down on a chair. She
was the most amazingly muscular woman he had ever seen, better than any
pictures in the magazine. And he was quickly sporting an intense erection.

Debbie turned on the music, and Pam delighted them with a posing routine. Bob
noticed that Debbie’s eyes were glued to Pam, so he felt secure in doing the
same. Bob fell in love with her body; her legs were huge, cut and vascular.
Her back was ripped and looked sensational, she had that awesome hourglass
figure. Her pecs were ripped and her arms were incredible. Her skin was deeply
tanned all over. He was on the verge of full sexual arousal, just watching her
pose. Totally mesmerized, he completely forgot that Debbie was even in the
room. His eyes became hypnotized to Pam’s muscle movements, treasuring every
flex, every cut, every ripple and every vein within her marvelous physique.
His head moved in concert with her posing routine, and his mind was
fantasizing a private encounter with this woman.

Then it happened. "Feel this gun!" cried Pam, pointing at her massive biceps.
The peak rose so high, growing to a volcano shape. And two gorgeously thick
veins were clearly evident. One vein spread over the top of her biceps, while
a second spread across her inner arm, just beneath the base of the peak. Then
a bunch of tiny veins connected the two. Debbie did not hesitate. She jumped
up and felt the beautiful muscle. Her hands seemed small in comparison to
Pam’s mighty arm, which must have measured over 16 inches. Debbie ran her
fingers along the peak, and then traced the vein across the middle of the arm.
"Rock hard" and "cut to shreds" shouted Debbie.

"Your turn Bob", cried Pam. "Check this out" Pam moved towards Bob,
seductively pumping her bulging arms, her muscles dancing erotically in a
powerfully sensual rhythm. Bob ached with desire to touch and feel, but was
too embarrassed to stand up and reveal his erection and his state of arousal.
He silently declined Pam’s offer, instead just gawking at the amazing sight in
front of him. He was noticeably shaking and sweating as Pam moved closer to
him.

Pam was determined. She squatted down and moved her right biceps just under
Bob’s face. "Here you go Bobby boy" she teased him in her deep seductive
voice. Bob timidly put his right hand to the top of her biceps and felt
incredible hardness. Even the veins felt like steel. His intense passion
provided courage and he ran his fingers softly, over the peak, marveling the
incredible shape. Her massive size awed him. Without thinking, he moved his
left hand beneath her biceps; his fingers cupped upwards and traced the thick
bulging vein that ran across the middle for her arm. Bob was now lost in
fantasy. Unaware of anything but the beautiful muscle goddess in front of him,
he used one hand to trace her tremendous peak and the other to explored her
extreme vascularity.

And all of a sudden, his trance was broken! He felt Pam’s left hand grasp his
hand, jamming it tight against her right biceps. Sharp pain shot through him,
instantly. She then straightened out her right arm continuing to keep Bob’s
hand held tightly against it. Finally, she slowly rose back up to a standing
position, pulling Bob up along with her. As she rose, she flexed her right
biceps, bursting with power against Bob’s hand, so tightly held in place. The
sensation of her powerful arm overwhelmed Bob’s resistance to rise, and he
followed her up to an upright stance.

A large bulge strained against the front of Bob’s shorts, surrounded with
small wet stains, some of which were seeping. Panic swept over him. He was
truly a pathetic site. Horrified, he shot a quick glance at his shorts, then
over to Debbie, but could not face her and quickly he bowed his head towards
the floor. He appeared to be on the verge of crying. But Pam managed to calm
him. Her charming smile instantly melted him, as she lightly embraced him and
whispered softly to comfort him "you’ll be alright Bobby boy, relax and
worship the muscle..." She massaged his back a bit, reducing his tension.

Pam slowly relaxed her biceps and flexed it again, slower and harder. She
released Bob’s hand so he could now establish the grip of his choice. "Feel
how big and hard this gets Bobby boy, don’t you love it?" She wooed softly,
into his ear. Again he had fallen completely under her spell. Bob gripped her
biceps with both hands, squeezing at full strength, trying to hold down the
monumental rise of her peak. Cum was oozing onto his shorts, his knees were
shaking and his entire body sweating profusely. He was astonished at how big
and hard it grew, and with all his strength he could not stop it. Cum
continued to ooze through his shorts, and all of a sudden his mouth opened
wide. Loud, emotional gasps of delight escaped him "Mmmmmm" he groaned as the
intensity of her flex neared its max. "Oohhh" he continued as she tightly held
the glorious peak in place.

Pam and Debbie burst into laughter. At this point Bob was hopelessly
hypnotized. "One more time please Pam" He softly pleaded "please flex it one
more time ... please" "Why not" laughed Pam. At this point her biceps muscle
was so pumped that it rose like a jagged mountaintop. Bob grasped it with one
hand, the other hand moved to exploring her massive backside. He timidly moved
his head forward to kiss the biceps "so beautiful he cried, so hard"

As he lips neared the huge muscle, Bob fantasized of making love to Pam. To
massage her and lick her body from head to toe. To mount her and make love
from every conceivable position. To pleasure her for hours... Immense pain
intercepted his thoughts "who said anything about kissing!" she roared. She
broke his grip and grasped him tightly by the throat. "I can break you in
half" she continued. A voice so deep and powerful that Bob was instantly
frightened of her. She pushed him back and he fell to the floor.

Pam stepped toward him. GRRRRHH!! She growled intensely with her overpowering
voice. GRRRRHH!! She growled again, exploding into a most spectacular most
muscular pose. Bob looked up at her in awe. "To your knees!" she commanded.
"To your knees and worship a goddess!" Bob obeyed instantly.

Again she hit the most muscular pose, moving to within inches of Bob. Bob,
looked up in wonder, almost disbelief. Her neck was so thick, strained to the
limit with veins popping everywhere. Her traps were gigantic rising halfway up
her neck, and inches thick. Her pecs rippled and looked like chiseled marble.
And to his astonishment, small veins were beginning to appear and bulge all
over her chest and shoulders.

GRRRRHH!! She hit a lat spread. Her entire upper body transformed itself. Her
lats spreading like wings, behind her magnificent pecs. Bob could not take it.
He cowered back, against a chair. His penis was so hard it was throbbing and
on fire. He felt like he was on the verge of erupting. Bits of drool dripped
from his mouth as he looked up in worship of this true muscle goddess. The
object of his deepest desires. A thin high pitch squeal started making its way
from his throat, a sound that even surprised his wife. "Ooohhheee" he hissed;
a wimpy squeaky sound that caused Debbie to softly chuckle.

Pam moved forward once again, turned around and hit the lat spread again. This
times showing off her incredible back. Again she growled loudly as her back
muscles expanded and gnarled in fury. A huge "V" shape formed in front of Bob.
Muscles rippling everywhere, from her broad shoulders to her narrow waist. "Am
I enough of a stud for you?" "Look at these muscles, boy" she demanded. Bob’s
squirmed and cowered more tightly against the chair. His body twitched and his
shorts were completely soaked with cum stain. He could only offer another
high-pitched squeal. "Ooohhheee" he squeaked, as he nodded his head yes. Tears
appeared within his eyes. Debbie snickered even louder this time. Pam only
shook her head in disgust. She turned back to face him. "Relieve your self"
"now!" She ordered. Her biceps danced as she pointed towards him with
authority.

She tightened her biceps and again demanded: "Relieve your self" "now!" Debbie
came over and pulled his shorts down, and firmly held his penis. She was
pleasantly surprised at how hot it felt, and noticed that it was pulsating
strongly. She tightened her grip, enjoying the heat and pulsation. "Aaawww",
Bob released a heavy groan as he felt the start of a tremendous orgasm coming.
He knew that he would erupt soon.

"Finish it yourself" Debbie commanded. As she released her grip, Bob pleaded
with her. "Please Debbie, please..." He was just seconds away, he could feel
himself ready to erupt, with more force and intensity than he had ever
experienced. Debbie backed away and stood by Pam. "Finish it!" they commanded
in unison.

GRRRHH!! Again Pam hit the most muscular. She was shaking from her exertion
and beaded with sweat. Rivers of sexy veins were now evident on every body
part. He slid down the chair, on to his back, and spread his legs. His neck
and head leaned against the chair, straining upward in order to view Pam’s
magnificent physique. Her muscles were stunning, and aroused him such that his
hand moved instinctively to his penis and he gripped it tight. He could feel
the orgasm starting. Pam then stood on her toes, causing her calve muscles to
harden and expand. So slow and seductive, the muscles thickened, separating in
a heart shape as several thick veins appeared like magic. He squeezed himself
harder as she raised her feet, and stroked himself slowly as her muscles fully
tensed- two strokes and the first load of cum shot a foot into the air.
"Aaaawww" he moaned in relief. Then she made her pecs ripple, ever so slowly.
"Such lovely muscle", he whispered to himself "I want her so badly". Three
more hard slow strokes and a second load of cum shot higher, and splattered
back on his body "Oh Pam! He screamed, long and loudly "Pam!" He rested his
head on to the floor, closed his eyes and bucked and gyrated in frenzy. He
pumped himself fast and furious, releasing a third and final load, grunting
and groaning through the most powerful orgasm of his life. He lied there
exhausted.

"You need to clean your self up, Debbie laughed at him. And clean the room
while you’re is at it; you’ve made a mess. Pam and I are going out now. I’ll
be home late, don’t wait up. Then she handed him the Flex magazine Pam had
brought her. "Here, this will keep you company while I’m out", she laughed.
"I’m sure you’ll enjoy it, have fun tonight"