Amy Bulks Up - Part 1
by Magic Man



Part 1

Amy and I had been married for about a year, when I was transferred to the
Mid-West. It was a great career move for me, and a large salary increase
provided even more incentive. Amy was real excited to make a change, so off we
went!

I traveled out a few weeks before Amy and decided to sign both of us up for a
joint membership at Gold’s Gym. I needed to lose a few pounds and secretly, I
desired that Amy would build her already athletic physique to a new dimension
of muscularity.

After a few trips to Gold’s, I was delighted to see that quite a few
bodybuilding women worked out there on a regular basis. Wait till Amy sees
these women up close, I thought, she’ll definitely want to have muscle and
definition like they have.

Amy arrived and we got a great routine going at Golds. We were working out
four times a week, and I had Amy doing the same intense weight training
routine that I was following. This went on for about six months, and I felt
that we were both getting into the best shape of our life. I began to make
note of some of the women bodybuilders and brought their marvelous physiques
to Amy’s attention. "Look at her", I whispered, "her muscles are bigger than
mine!" "Imagine how hard she must work out to look like that?" Amy did not say
a word, but I did catch her eyeing the woman over and then eyeing her own
muscles in in comparison. What is she thinking ... I wondered.

I also made sure we always worked out on early Sunday mornings. There was an
advanced female bodybuilder who was always at the gym then. It was the only
time I ever saw her there. I knew that her name was Debbie, although I had
never personally met her. Debbie was about 5’9 and had to weigh 160 pounds of
solid rippling muscle. I truly admired Debbie and wanted to discuss her
physique with Amy. But I was too afraid of Amy’s reaction - that maybe she
would find Debbie’s physique too extreme. Amy was 5’10 and about 130 pounds.
She was wiry, athletic, solid and strong. But I could not stop fantasizing of
what she would look like with an additional 30 pounds of muscle and a physique
more like Debbie’s.

The next several months got really busy at work and I could no longer work out
regularly. I was travelling a lot and when I was not travelling I usually
needed to work late. Amy gradually shifted her workouts to the early morning.
"It’s less crowded" she explained, "and there are more serious lifters". I was
happy that she remained serious with her training, and turned to long distance
running as my main exercise. I was able to run during lunch break and run in
the morning during my business trips.

One night, returning from a lengthy and exhausting two-week trip, I arrived
home to a couple of surprises that Amy had in store for me. The first surprise
was that I found a bodybuilding magazine lying on the sofa table. "Whose is
this?" I asked. "That’s mine" Amy replied. "I hired a personal trainer for a
six week special deal." "He has helped me a lot, in my routines." "He advised
me to subscribe to the magazine, it has a lot of good information."

My God, I thought to myself. I had always been afraid to keep bodybuilding
magazines in the house, and she subscribes to one just like that! "Is your
trainer a bodybuilder?" I asked. "Yes!" Pam exclaimed. "Huge ripped muscles!!"
"You need to get back to the gym ... are you losing weight? ... You look
skinny"

The next surprise was when she rolled up her short sleeve shirt and challenged
me to arm wrestle. "I’m getting much stronger," she warned. "Let’s see if I
can beat you!"

We sat at the kitchen table and locked arms. Her arms were no longer wiry.
They were full shaped and very solid looking. One, Two Three ... we counted,
and we both pushed with full force. I noticed that her biceps were very
defined as she strained. They did not yet fully peak into a mountain shape,
but there was a long and boldly defined biceps stretching the length of her
arm - at least a full inch in height - and clearly separated from the lower
part of her arm. She put up a much tougher fight than I thought she would. We
struggled and remained even for a few minutes, and then she began to tire and
I put her down. "Your getting real strong", I acknowledged. "I could barely
beat you. " Amy only replied with an intense stare, and again left me
wondering what she was thinking. Sensing she was disappointed with losing, I
quickly changed the subject and offered to take her out to dinner.

While at the restaurant I broke the bad news. I had to go back on travel to
Europe for three months. I suggested that she accompanies me - the company
will pay for both our expenses. To my surprise and disappointment she
declined. "I want to finish my work outs with the trainer" she explained.
"Plus, there won’t be much to do there while you’re at work." We argued for an
hour, but I finally resigned to the fact that I would be travelling alone.

I tried to work out while away, but mostly ended up just doing long distance
running. Amy’s remarks concerning my skinny physique had me worried. The last
thing I wanted was to lose her to a trainer at the gym. She seemed to be
spending 3 to 4 hours a day there, usually 6 days a week. The running was
indeed resulting in a slender physique. Amy is right; I thought to myself, I
am getting skinny! At 6’ 1" tall, my weight had dropped to 165 pounds. I must
get back to working out with Amy, once I return. At the rate things are going,
she’ll be more muscular than I will.

Finally returning home, Amy reminded me that she had kept up with her training
for 18 months. "I’m just as muscular as some of the bodybuilding women you had
pointed out to me" she asserted with pride. "And I’m ready to arm wrestle you
again!" "Fine with me", I said. "Let me get changed first". I grabbed a
T-shirt and pair of shorts, got dressed and returned to the kitchen.

My eyes nearly popped from their sockets, as I sighted Amy at the table. She
had changed into shorts and a muscle shirt. She must have added another inch
to arms while I was away! Even relaxed, the muscles of her arms were obvious.
They were thick and curved now, definitely emerging on bodybuilder class.
Several veins flowed down her forearms. And a small puffy vein was apparent on
both of her shoulders, running the length of her biceps. I also took notice of
how big and defined her traps were. They were much bigger than I last
remembered, tapering well up onto her neck.

She stretched her arms as I sat down, and thick triceps flared out. I stared
at her arms, and then looked at my own arms, and then back again to hers. My
arms looked slender and soft in comparison. She read my eyes and spoke
abruptly, "I’ve got bigger muscles than you now. Even my arms are bigger"
Embarrassed by her remarks, I set my arm on the table, and challenged her to
start.

Her initial power surprised me, and it took all my strength to hold her at an
even position. I tried to concentrate my strength but instead became
mesmerized by her muscles. Her biceps, fully tensed, bulged into a hard ball,
the size of an orange. The vein running along her biceps was no longer small,
as it thickened, darkened and snaked up to her shoulder. It then split at the
shoulder with the thick vein continuing up the shoulder, and a small splinter
vein running crosswise. Her forearms were a roadmap of engorged veins popping
out like steel wires. Marveling at her muscles, I now wanted her to defeat me
and felt strangely submissive. My cock was rock hard and throbbing with lust.
I longed to reach over with my left hand and feel her muscles, under the full
pressure of exertion. I fantasized of kissing and worshipping her arm as she
pinned me to the table. The power in her arm felt incredible as she began
pushing my arm to the table. I began to feel cum escaping from my throbbing
cock.

She had me halfway down to the table when my concentration returned. I can’t
let her beat me I thought. She’ll never respect me again. I pushed with all my
might, cheating - using my shoulder and slightly lifting my elbow. I let out a
loud groan and fought my way back to the neutral position. We struggled for
about 5 more minutes, before declaring a draw. I was physically exhausted,
sweating and breathing heavily. My arm was really sore.

Amy looked like she was ready for more. "I think I’m stronger than you now",
she challenged. "One more match?" "Not now" I replied, "I think I pulled a
muscle." "I’m really sore." I rested for a few seconds thinking back to the
sight of Amy’s tensed biceps. She returned her arm to the table, flexing her
biceps, ready for action. "C’mon one more match." The sight of her bulging
muscles was tempting me to compete, but I longed to feel them instead. "How
about you’re other challenge", I replied, "Lets see who has bigger arms." "Is
there any doubt about that, Amy snickered"

"Measure yours first" she ordered. She helped me with the tape and we agreed
on the measurement. 13 ½ inches. Then we moved to Amy’s arm. I cupped her
biceps as I placed the tape on top. "Flex it hard" I urged keeping my hand
cupped as her peak bulged with firmness against my fingers. "Wow that’s hard I
remarked" pressing into her peak. I then slid my fingers the length of her
biceps, admiring the shape and tracing the thick vein. My penis was returning
to full hardness and erection, and figured I better get going with the
measurement, before I exploded. "Is it full size now?" I asked, "should I
measure it?" "One more pump" she demanded." She relaxed her arm and I
instinctively tightened my grip on it. She flexed even harder, letting out a
soft but determined groan. I felt her muscle form, harden and grow within my
hand. As tight as I squeezed, I could not stop her biceps from bulging up and
expanding my grip. I was unable to suppress a soft moan. "Ooohhh" I whispered
in lust as her biceps reached full size. "What was that I heard?" Amy asked.
"Its awesome, its so sexy Amy" I gasped. "I love you so much" More cum was
escaping me, my legs wobbly, and I felt like I was on the verge of orgasm. I
moved both hands to her biceps, circled the tape and measured. "14 ½ inches,
WOW!"

"Told you so" she beamed. She boldly reached her hand into my shorts and
squeezed my throbbing member with a powerful grip. "I’ve got bigger muscles
and I’m stronger" she boasted. She stroked my member once and tightened her
grip around it. "You’re quite wet, aren’t you?" "My muscles turn you on that
much?" I could only manage a nod in agreement. I moved one of my hands to the
tensed forearm of her hand that gripped me. I stroked on her forearm, kneading
her steely tendons and muscles. Tracing and pressing on the multitude of
bulging veins. My other hand continued to feel and press her now relaxed
biceps that I had just measured. Amy knew what I lusting for. "Want one more
flex?" she purred. "I don’t know, maybe I pulled a muscle and I’m too sore"
she teased. "Please Amy", I begged. Finally she began to slowly flexing her
biceps and this time my moan was even more pronounced, as I no longer
attempted to suppress my passion and lust. "Mmmm" I moaned admiringly as her
biceps began to harden. She resumed stroking my member as she flexed "Tell me
what your thinking" she whispered in a sexy voice. "Oh my God .." I gasped as
I squeezed her muscle. Your so big now Amy, and so hard, and so strong ..." "I
must worship you ..." On just the third stroke, my orgasm began. I was
astonished at how quick and forcefully it came. Unbelievably intense and
powerful - like nothing I ever before experienced. I grasped her biceps with
both my hands in order to keep my balance, as my body jerked and cum exploded
from my cock. My groans of pleasure were loader and more passionate that I
thought was ever possible. Her powerful strokes prolonged the orgasm as I
released several additional spurts. "I want to massage you all over Amy, I
shouted. I want to pleasure you!

She continued her grip on my penis as my orgasm subdued and I returned to my
senses. I was beginning to love the controlling feeling of her strong hands
and her powerful grip. Her posture and look was commanding as she stared me in
the eyes....

To be continued...