Monica - a workout with a bully. By Smog. The morning after the incident at the party, I woke up in my bed sporting a huge erection. In the back of my mind were recollections of a dream involving Monica and her huge muscles. I shook my head and tried hard to forget all about her and the dream, but then I remembered that she said to meet her at the gym today. At the thought of seeing Monica's huge muscles being pumped up during a workout, my body started to shiver slightly and I felt a stirring in my groin as my dick hardened. Later that day I arrived at the gym and I almost gasped out loudly and breathed sharply as the first thing I saw was Monica sitting on the incline press machine working out. "You came at last ehh wimpy!" Monica growled as she saw me. "I thought you would never come." I looked at the machine and realized she was pressing 250 pounds and making it look easy. I swallowed hard, trying not to stare at the thick balls of muscle in her biceps that were pumping up. A girl was kneeling in front of Monica, between her wide open legs servicing her pussy. Monica, closing her eyes, put her hands on the girls head, forcing her face in her pussy. When she came, her lovejuices sprayed all over the girls face. "Ahhh!" Monica moaned in ecstasy. "That was gooood! I don't need you anymore right now so get the hell out of here, you little musclegirl slutt." She raised her arms and flexed her biceps which grew to tremendous proportions. I could not help but gasp out loudly at the sight. Monica turned her head towards me catching my eyes with hers. A wicked smile was on her face. "Don't worry. I have arranged for us to have the gym all for ourselves this afternoon." She said while coming towards me. Her legs, her quads and hamstrings swelled into etched blocks of oaken muscle splendour, with thighs so voluminous that they seemed to hang a foot on either side. It was the most unusual sight I had ever seen. The cliffs of rock solid thigh meat formed a sickeningly huge teardrop shape over her kneecaps. The diamond shaped calves stretched the leather of her boots to the breaking point, seemingly ready to burst them open at the slightest flex. I took this all in and was starting to sport the largest erection I had ever felt. The snow-white, skin-tight workout top she was wearing, besides the long, black boots, were like a second skin to her, stretched to the limit with her firm tits resting atop thick beefy slabs of pectoral muscle. Her stomach was ridged with golden plates of muscular armour, flexing and bulging with a life of their own as she came towards me. She shook her outrageously huge arms and stopped right in front of me. "Ahhhh....I just love a sexy workout!" She cooed. I watched in transfixed amazement as Monica began to practice a series of posedowns. She curled her inhuman arms into a glorious double-bicep flex, the pumped muscles expanding downward and upward as I stood wondering just when exactly they were going to stop. She flexed and milked as much muscle as she could licking her lips in ecstasy as she watched the mountains of rock hard bicep compress against her unyielding forearms. "Hmmm...." She murmured to herself as she placed her big hands on her hips and began to expand her humongous lats. I stood in amazement as I watched her back expand and expand, as she powered her back into a lat pose that eventually tore the back of her white top in half "C'mon, look at my body! It just gets bigger! Harder!" Monica whispered to me. I could not help but letting out a soft moan as I saw the front of the girls image, displaying a wall of solid muscle growing huge and hard as her traps expanded outwards from her bull neck and her tits riding atop gigantic slabs of beefy chest muscle. The giantess moved a step aside and turned to face a mirror. From the back, her arms looked as thick as her waist and her shoulders, of unbelievable relief and volume, looked wide and strong enough to sit a linebacker on each. Her ass was enormous, perfectly round and striated as if chiselled out of granite. "Enjoying the show?" she asked catching my eyes in the mirror. I stood absolutely still, my face redden. I only nodded. My ability to speech was suddenly gone. "And you like this?" Monica flexed her huge arms, her 18" cannons exploding. Her abdomen rippled with steel cables. My mouth dropped open. "You want to fuck me. You want to feel my muscles. Don't you?" she whispered. More nodding from me. Monica grinned. " But first a little work out!" She went over to the bench and piled on what looked to me like tons of weight. "I'm going to need you to spot me...stud!" I knew she was teasing. There was no way in hell I could ever spot for this muscle-monster of a girl, but she enjoyed every opportunity to humiliate me, as she did with nearly every male she encountered. I slowly positioned myself to spot her as she climbed onto the bench. I was treated to a fantastic view of a gorgeous valley of rippling cleavage as Monica grasped the bar. Hefting the steel up, she began to pump the weights, the bar bending due to the amount of weight she had fastened to each end. I watched her biceps explode with power as she pumped the bar upwards. She breathed evenly, her mouth forming a delicious pink pucker as the bar went up and down. Veins leapt outward barely contained by the tight sheen of her skin as raw female muscle bulged everywhere. I assisted as much as I could, but it was hard to concentrate, especially when I was sporting an immense erection again, right over this muscle-freak's face. Monica smirked, knowing how much she was driving me crazy. "Look at these arms...big aren't they?" Monica looked at her biceps approvingly as she hefted the bar. Finally, after what seemed like ages, she set the bar onto the weight stand. She reached up and groped my hard-on briefly before she sat up and shook her tremendous arms. "Yes, they are." I answered mechanically. "Yes who?" Monica snarled. "Sorry, yes my master." I corrected myself. Monica stood in front of me and I couldn't help but marvel at the glorious V-shape formed by her finely-honed torso. My eyes lingering on her chest... her pectorals were two rippling slabs of muscle, which alone gave her a most impressive cleavage, and she would never need a bra, such support was given by her awesome pectorals. Her muscle-pumped breasts were as pert, ripe and full as the best I had ever had the privilege of laying eyes on. Noticing where my eyes were focused, Monica started to tense each pectoral in turn, causing her breasts to dance up and down ... up and down ... up and down. I finally managed to tear my eyes away from Monica's chest, only to discover that there was still more yet to come. Monica's arms now hung down by her sides, and yet even with her muscles relaxed, they looked a lot bigger, than my own pipe-cleaners - even when I flexed them. Monica flexed her own arms now, and as each bicep got bigger and bigger, my mouth, once again, dropped lower and lower, I simply could not believe what I was seeing here in front of me, a 16-year old girl, with biceps that were easily each 1 inches round. Monica straightened her arms and smiled as there appeared an enormous horseshoe-shaped bulge in each ... the amount of meat in her triceps took my breath away - and the definition in her forearms was incredible. Monica began to repeatedly flex and then straighten her arms until her muscles were so engorged with blood that her arms had grown by what looked like yet another inch and her biceps and triceps bulged so enormously that they looked like they were ready to explode. She turned and walked over to a full-length mirror, grabbing a pair of 45 pound dumbbells. Instantly, I felt my own arms shrink and collapse. Monica's muscles flexed and rippled, her tits swaying as she started to pump the heavy weights making her huge biceps even bigger, ballooning outwards, and hardening like a solid globe of golden granite. Her legs were thick and immensely muscular, her belly flat, her superb body heaving slightly with every breath she took. I watched her movements with awe and lust. I felt a stirring in my groin, out of fear or lust I don't know, and I blushed a little. She smiled as she raised and lowered the seemingly feather light weights in rhythm. Her wickedly pumped bicep exploded with raw, unadulterated power as she hefted the weights. The dimension of her upper arm was almost unbelievable. "Come here!" She said, and I go and stand behind her. I steel a glance in the mirror and if I was not a head higher than her, she would have blocked me out from the mirror completely. Her body is so heavily muscled and her back so wide that I could hide behind her. "Now, grab a hold of these hot hunkin' arms, and offer it up to your goddess, boy! Surrender to the muscle!" She commanded. I hesitated a little. "Loverboy!" Monica gasped, but in a commanding voice, "I said FEEL MY ARMS! They dwarf your weak, puny arm. You know you want to feel my hard biceps; you want to be held by it, to touch it and be controlled by it. Touch my arm and feel what real power is about. Feel it. NOW!!!" And so I did, putting my hands on her biceps, barely containing the huge muscle, and then she pumped the dumbbells and her already huge biceps grows to immense proportions. The growth of her huge biceps makes my fingers part and I moan in muscle lust. Her upper body trembled with delight as my hands felt the most awesome muscle on any human that I had ever seen. Her biceps were 18 inches around and it was as hard as steel. It pulsed with power and I could not even compress the tiniest amount, no matter how hard I tried. I began to moan with pleasure and desire as my hand caressed her magnificent biceps. My member where pushed in between Monica's round, hard, bowling-ball buttocks, and she started to contract her buttocks, repeatedly squeezing my cock in the same cadence as her huge biceps bulged and flexed. I could almost anticipate the sensation whenever her arm tightened. The feeling of her massive arm, the vibrating strobe of pleasure, again and again did that it took only seconds before I came in my pants, my knees buckling and I fell to the floor. Monica laid down the dumbbells on the floor with a bump and brought up one of her inhuman sized arms to flex her bicep. I could not speak, just stare. Monica watched with satisfaction as her bicep swelled outward, the imposing wall of muscle bulged close to her pretty face; she licked the side of her bicep sensuously, lost within the greatness of her own muscularity. "So ... ... what do you think? I think that After I have you, no other girl will catch your eye again." she said in a sensuous voice. Monica grabbed my shirt and yanked me to my feet. She shoved me against the wall, put her hands on both sides of my head and she kissed me passionately. I felt her fleshy lips touching my lips smoothly, while her tongue was forcing its way through and started to explore the inside of my mouth. I felt weak and very intimidated as she released me. "I'm thinking about getting a boyfriend. But I want to make sure he'll be able to satisfy me, first." Monica put her hand on the back of my thigh. "Just like you did once before, boy!" She slowly moved her hand up until she reached my ass. She dug her strong fingers into my left cheek. She let go of my ass and moved her hand to my crotch. I became more worried. "Please Monica", I whispered. Monica ignored me. She pulled my groin toward her. My heart raced and my penis responded by pressing hard against the fabric of my jeans, even as I had just shot my load. She noticed it and placed herself in front of me, very close. She let her arm down and her fingers lightly caressed my growing penis. "You do like me," she said with a little smile on her lips. I simply looked uncomfortable and shifted my hips, trying to move my crotch from under her hand. But she didn't let me. She scooted over, right up against me, and rubbed her hand up and down on my penis a few times. "I can tell you like me, you're already hard," she whispered. Then she brought her lips close and her breath hot on my ear as she whispered, "I want a boyfriend I can have all to myself." Monica ran her fingers up and down my penis a few times more. "Would you like that, boy; have only to service me? I see how you stare of my tits. Do they turn you on?" She leaned into me making her massive pecs harden and bulge. Her firm mounds crushed up against my narrower chest so that my back was forced up against the wall. I wanted to stop her but knew I couldn't. "Please Monica, I can't breathe." I gasped. She smirked confidently and continued to gently squeeze my package. She could feel me responding to her forceful seduction. She reached for my zipper and pulled it down. I felt her hand working its way around my underwear searching for my fleshy rod. She then gripped my shorts and underpants firmly and stared right into my eyes, enjoying the fear she saw there. Then she yanked them off. My penis shot out, and stood huge, and erect as a flagpole. "Uhmm, that was what I thought I remembered" Monica whispered. She squatted, still standing, and wrapped her hands around my waist. She picked me up by cupping my ass in her hands, and rocked my mid section into hers. Her super-cunt literally sucked my hard on inside her and squeezed as I moaned with pleasure and fear. She just growled and started tossing me, completely controlling the motion. My back was banging against the wall with each trust. "Ugh ugh ugh yeah! Have you ever been fucked like this! Ughh!" She loudly said I was too stunned, too enraptured to reply. "Ohh yes! Ohhh yessss! I'm a fucking super-girl!" She screamed, nearing orgasm. "Tell me what am I!" She commanded. "You're a super-girl!" I breathed. "Say it louder baby!" She growled. "You're a super-girl!!" I shouted. "Hell yeahh!" She growled again. We came at the same time, I with a long moan, her with a loud, almost shouting growl. "Rrraaar!" Then she placed me down, and I fell backward on the floor, looking up at the ceiling. "That was fucking great!" she roared. "I hope you've got more than that little man, cause I'm still hungry!" She strutted to the center of the room and did a double bicep flex. "What do you think of these babies!?" She grinned her predatory grin. "Look at me, wimpy, look at the body that's doing this to you." She flexed her left arm for me again and again, her bicep exploding to its 18" size. I stared, amazed at the sheer size of her musculature. Her arms pulsed with muscle, huge, bulging, and covered with thick blue veins. The heads of her biceps grew another inch as she turned her fists and pressed down harder. Monica went to the barbell and started to knock out countless reps with the humongous weight. I sat there watching her biceps pump larger and larger, angrier with each rep it's muscular mistress forced them to pound out, angry veins popping out on top of them. My god, she was gigantic now, ultra - pumped. Finally she hurled the barbell onto the floor. "Get on your knees, wimp. Worship your Goddess like a slave!" She shouted and made a double bicep pose, making her bicep blow up to unseen proportions. I started to kiss her boots as she spoke. Then I kissed the huge ten-carat-diamonds that were her calves, feeling it pulse underneath the leather. "So what do you think, little one, am I too much hot woman for you?" she asked as she locked those killer guns behind her head and made the muscles overtake her frame, threatening to burst angrily through her skin any second. "Do you wanna fuck this great big muscle-girl, tell me how bad you want me.......!" she purred, flexing her molten-muscled arm above her. I was terrified now, remembering the last time, and could only make a gasping sound as I put a hand, tentatively, on her midsection. It offered no comfort beneath, it was hard as stone, and carved as though it had been set upon by a sculptor. Her eyes matched it as they bore down upon me. "I own you, and I'll do whatever the f... I want with you!" she said, and I found myself hoisted into the air, thrown over her shoulders and carried to a bench, where she laid me down. Monica stood over me, her legs apart, her fists on her hips, like a true supergirl. I stared dazedly up at her, conscious of nothing but the mega-massive bulk of the mega-muscular physique which loomed over me. "There! Now that you will not come again that fast, we can move on the fun part!" monica said. She started to flex her huge biceps and at the same time flexed her pecs, which made her pecs "jump" up and down. I could feel a stirring in my groin now. My eyes wandered up and down Monica's incredible body, taking in the stunning sight of her huge, massive muscles while my cock once more, slowly but persistent, rose to the occasion. She squeezed her breasts together and tugged at her erect nipples. Then she wet her fingers with her tongue and slid them across her shaved snatch. Her pussy was already far wetter than her fingers were. "There we go!" She said, referring to my now raging hard on standing straight up. "Time has come for the best fuck of your life, little man!" I was embarrassed, looking at her crotch, so I threw my head back and stared at the ceiling. Then slowly, very slowly, she squatted down over me, and took my straining cock deep, deep inside her. "Come on, look at me!" Monica commanded as she began to slowly ride my rock hard cock. As I looked down from the ceiling, Monica flexed her arms and chest. As she expected, the sight of her bulging muscles made me even harder than before. I struggled to retain control of myself, trying desperately not to cum. She noticed my struggles intensify. Her grim laugh boomed out again. Then she again raised her immense biceps, and flexed. My eyes glazed over at the sight. My resolution weakened. Then Monica breathed in deeply, expanded her chest, and tensed her whole body. Her internal muscles squeezed and massaged my cock, up and down, harder and softer, with a power and a sensual skill I had never imagined. My resistance collapsed like a house of cards. My eyes glazed over even more and with my mouth hung open, I gasped and panted. Monica intensified her sexual engagement. She squeezed harder, and massaged even more powerfully and erotically. I started to jerk as if I had been galvanised. My eyes almost started out of my head as Monica's muscles brought me to the point of eruption once again. She held me there, totally at her will, while I begged and pleaded for release. Then she gave me the full treatment. I heard myself scream. My eyes nearly bulged out of my head and I erupted into a massive, volcanic orgasm. I thrashed and jerked convulsively while screaming loudly. A few moments later I slowly subsided. I lay limp and spent on the bench. Monica grinned. "Now that's what I call a good workout! We must do this again sometime wimpy-boy!" She rasped. She flexed her muscles again and within seconds my erection had reappeared. Smiling wickedly, she held me helpless while she took me over the cum-line even once again. I was way past the point that my body could bear. My thrashings became weaker and weaker and my screams subsided into pathetic whimpers, and then, with a sigh, I passed out into oblivion. "You are a great toy, little wimpy-boy and just remember from now on - you belong to me!" was the last thing I heard before all went black. The end.