Cheerleaders - Pro bodybuilding
by curlever
Part 4


Josh decided that living with a beautiful sex-crazed muscle-babe cheerleader
girlfriend was about as good as life could get. After they graduated, he
traded in the athletic center of his college life as a varsity football
captain for a too-stressful software job. During the day, he built up some
envy for Liz, since she got to stay home and work out the entire day, but
every evening his resentment changed to appreciation as he savored her
miraculously muscular body and fucked her until she screamed in ecstasy.

With Liz's top finish at her first local bodybuilding contest, she had earned
her professional bodybuilding card. That gave her the opportunity to compete
in the next regional-level bodybuilding competition, but only three weeks to
prepare. Ordering a custom-made professional bikini was impossible in that
time, but she did find a trainer who could give her last-minute posing and
training advice. After a hurried series of phone calls, Liz found Veronika
Markov, a former top professional bodybuilder from five years earlier. In
retirement, Vanessa still did guest posing, personal training, and ran camps
for novice bodybuilders.

When Liz returned from her first coaching session, she was talking twice as
fast as usual and practically dancing around the room. Veronika, in fact, had
been one of the judges for Liz's local contest win, and claimed to be
extremely impressed with Liz's condition and potential. Veronika spent the
afternoon with Liz developing a rigorous schedule for every minute of exercise
and sleep and every gram of food and water. Two large boxes held the pills and
supplements to push the process along.

The first particular challenge was that Liz would have only three weeks to
catch up with other contestants who had two years of professional preparation.
Fortunately, Liz had been working out intensely enough on her own to have the
solid musculature of a seasoned competitor. She would, however, have to divide
her workout time between lifting lighter weights with high repetitions to pump
up her muscle volume and practicing the exhausting and athletic dance-like
posing routine.

The second particular challenge for Liz would be her breasts. Due to her
secret (and exceedingly delightful) training techniques, Liz had maintained
her lusciously full natural breasts while losing body fat everywhere else. One
consequence was that she could not even borrow a posing bikini from Veronika's
extensive collection for her students. The existing bodybuilder's tops came in
two designs; one to cover the nipples of breasts had shrunk away to nothing,
the other to cover the rock-solid hemispheres of implants. Neither had enough
strength to support large natural globes that actually bounced when their
owner moved. Of course, Liz's breasts looked stunning in any conventional
swimsuit top, so they settled on one that revealed the deep cleavage of her
natural curves. The second consequence was that her large top demanded
symmetry, so Veronika recommended double sets for glutes, thighs, and calves
for balance. Although Liz had extremely strong pectoral muscles from bench
press competitions against the football players and Josh in particular,
Veronika also recommended double sets, so her pecs wouldn't look small in
comparison with her breasts.

Liz began training with a burning fury. An ordinary man would have been tired
just watching her efforts, but Josh was completely exhausted due to his
special role in her training. In addition to his usual assistance in the
morning and evening, now she wanted him to bring her to orgasm four times a
day, so he started coming home for lunch and staying up until midnight. The
first day, he was thrilled to bring her to a cock-pounding climax four times,
but by the third day, his only-human penis was worn out by Liz's superhuman
cunt, so he started delivering most of her orgasms with his practiced tongue
and hands.

Under her new routine of hundreds of reps, augmented by massive doses of
creatine and other supplements, Josh thought he could see visible improvements
to her muscles day by day. Fibers seemed to swell, developing impossibly sharp
valleys from their neighbors. Her skin seemed to tighten to show stunning
striations in every muscle from the coarse-grained and huge muscles of her
thighs to her fine-grained abs with their razor-cut edges.

Liz came back energized from her twice-weekly coaching sessions. Veronika was
amazed by the pace of Liz's development and grilled her angrily about whether
she was taking steroids. Liz kept her orgasm-assisted workouts a secret for
the moment, and explained that she was just training very hard as a result of
the steady encouragement and inspiration from Josh.

During the second week of her preparation, Josh was somewhat relieved that Liz
didn't seem so demanding about getting orgasms from him. He chalked it down to
tiredness from her heavier training, until he came home from work earlier than
usual on Thursday afternoon. He came quietly in the side door and saw Liz
pumping the leg press sled with a machine-like intensity. Over the course of
dozens of reps, her grunts became hoarser, and then merged into cries of pain
as she forced her tortured, swollen muscles to push the weight again. After
five final screaming lifts, Liz collapsed in the seat exhausted.

As the sound of Liz's panting and the tortured metal creaking had quieted
down, Josh thought he heard an unusual buzzing sound. Not wishing to startle
her too much, he knocked on a cabinet door and called out, "Hi, Honey! I'm
home."

Despite her exhaustion, Liz rapidly swung her naked body around to face away
from Josh and dropped a towel into her lap. "Hi, Honey. I didn't expect you
home so early."

As Josh walked toward her, he admired the extreme curves of her back from her
bigger-than-ever shoulders to her tinier-than-ever waist and the cleft of her
super-firm ass. The perspiration on her skin gave bright highlights to the
contours of her amazing muscles. He started to explain why he was early, but
heard a mechanical drone that became louder as he walked toward the leg press.
Liz's hands groped frantically underneath the towel on her lap. The sound
stopped, but in the process, the towel fell off, revealing a huge, black,
industrial-strength vibrator protruding from between her legs.

With a slow exhalation, she slid the glistening, three-inch diameter shaft out
of her body and let it fall to the floor. She covered her face with her hands
and pleaded, "I'm so sorry Josh, I didn't plan to resort to mechanical means,
but I've never lifted this hard before and I just couldn't do it without the
orgasms. If you want me to, I'll stop."

"Well, I am a little concerned that my dick can't compete with the feelings
you get from that monster," he declared. His tone softened, however, as he
added, "I think you might need to use it in my place, though, this coming
week. Craig was in a car accident and is in the hospital. He's not in critical
condition and should recover completely, but my boss ordered me to take over
his business trip, so I'll be gone all next week."

The next few days were excruciating for Josh. Whenever he called Liz, he ended
up talking to the message machine. She didn't call him back in person, but
just left voice or text messages relating that her training was going well,
she hoped his business trip was successful, and that because of her contest
preparations, she had no time to talk.

Josh was able to wrap up his trip early by working a fourteen hour day at the
Singapore factory and then hopping on a plane populated by a few other
bleary-eyed zombies. Since he only slept three fitful hours on the plane, Josh
was still exhausted when he arrived back at the apartment. The lights in the
gym were on, so he entered through the first-floor door. Pulse-pounding rock
music was blasting, and it took him a few moments to locate the only slightly
less-raucous clank of weights being rocketed up and down on the bench press.
Josh had never seen anyone lift weights this fast -- Liz was driving the heavy
weight with the kind of speed she used to apply to her cheerleader's pom-poms.

As he walked around the other equipment in the room, he lost sight of Liz's
head and arms. As he saw the other end of the bench, however, his befuddled
brain was trying to figure out how Liz had moved so fast, since during that
brief time, her astonishingly shapely, sexy, naked rear was now kneeling at
the bottom end of the bench. As he continued walking and the entire bench came
into view, he realized that there were TWO naked and astonishingly buff women
at the bench: Liz pumping out rapid lifts, and some other woman with her face
buried between Liz's muscular thighs.

"Get the fuck away from Liz!" Josh screamed. Liz dropped the bar into the
supports with a loud clang. The other woman slowly stood up, wiping Liz's
juices off her chin.

Still flat on her back recovering from her exertions, Liz exclaimed, "Josh,
I'm sorry! This is just my trainer, Veronika."

"I don't care who she is! Who the hell said she could give you a tongue-fuck?"
Josh demanded.

"So you are the Josh," Veronika interjected. "Liz need orgasm to train. You
gone. I give orgasm."

"You bitch!" Josh advanced menacingly.

"Calm down," Veronika continued, "And please not to threaten me - would not be
good. You sound like man who is proud of having cock, but you will see that I
teach her things she could never learn from you."

"Why, you arrogant cuntsucker..." Josh began.

Veronika held up her hand and interrupted again, "Liz, stand up to show your
poses."

Liz complied, standing up from the bench. If Josh hadn't been so furious, he
would have had an immediate erection due to the sight of these two stunningly
muscular women, casually standing before him, completely unconcerned that they
were naked.

Addressing Josh, Veronika explained, "You know the power of orgasm during
lifting weight, yes. Well, I, the great Veronika Markov, teach Liz how to
orgasm during posing." Turning to Liz, she instructed, "Turn to pose your
back," and Liz wheeled around and stopped, poised for action.

Veronika ordered, "Flex lats." Liz's upper back expanded into an incredible
hourglass shape, with rippling bands of muscles from shoulders to waist. After
Liz had held the pose for three seconds, Veronika continued, "Now flex clit."
Liz's hips quivered with a slight spasm, followed immediately by the
enhancement of the stunning striations in her muscles.

"You see again," Veronika stated. "Face front. Double biceps, flex." Josh was
amazed that since the last time she had posed for him, Liz had become a vision
of a true muscle goddess. Her calves and thighs swelled in sexy and powerful
contours leading up to her shaved sex, which was framed from above by the
carved plates of her rock-hard abs. Liz's breasts were as full as ever, but
pulled upward into firm perkiness by the muscles of her chest. Even the
generous size of her feminine assets could not obscure the bulging slabs of
her pectoral muscles. These fit seamlessly into her mounded deltoids, which
flared into biceps and triceps that seemed simultaneously larger than a man's
and perfectly proportioned for a woman.

This vision lasted only a few seconds until Veronika commanded, "Now, cunt.
Flex. Flex! FLEX!" With each pulse, Liz's muscles became tighter and bigger,
swelling up as though they were scarcely constrained by the bones to which
they were attached. Between multiple heads of each muscle, the grooves became
deep furrows as her split biceps and triceps peaks took on the appearance of
entirely separate muscles. Just before Liz's swollen muscles were ready to
explode through her skin, Veronika called for her to relax.

Josh stood and stared, dumbfounded, as Veronika pulled shorts and a tee-shirt
over her naked body. As the trainer walked out the door, her final admonition
to Josh was, "As my advice to you for the future, NEVER question my training
methods again."

The next day, as Liz was backstage, pumping up with the other bodybuilding
competitors, her dominance was clear. The gasps and applause as she emerged on
stage was confirmation of her impact, and the dual trophies for winning her
weight class and overall were simply the official acknowledgement. Before she
had even left the theatre, however, her cell phone rang inside her gym bag.
"Liz Brewster, please."

"Yes," Liz replied.

"This is the Ms. Olympia organization calling with an invitation," said the
voice on the other end.

"Yeah, right," Liz retorted sarcastically. "The girls from the cheerleading
squad must have put you up to this."

"Please listen. The judges from your contest today uploaded to us some very
impressive photos and video, unanimously advising us to offer you a spot.
Also, you probably didn't know it, but two former Olympia winners were in the
audience. They both phoned us to let us know that if we held the Ms. Olympia
without you, we'd be accused of not inviting the best. So, although you only
get two weeks notice, we'd like to know if you'd be willing to compete in this
year's Olympia."

"I can't very well say no, can I?"

"We'll see you in Las Vegas in twelve days."

The first challenge was to fly in a top posing suit designer to sew the
first-ever bodybuilder's suit that could support such large natural breasts.
[Please note that I refrained from putting in a bad pun about the designer
"having her hands full."]

The days before the Olympia were a blur. When not eating, sleeping, or
practicing her choreographed posing routine, Liz lifted weights with thousands
of repetitions of every conceivable variation of exercise for each body part,
powered by continuous orgasms from Josh, Veronika, or her massive vibrator.
Every erogenous zone on Liz's body was in a constant state of arousal. Her
clitoris stayed expanded to a permanently firm, finger-sized cylinder beneath
the flesh of her lower lips. Her areolas remained engorged, producing visible
mounds at the peak of her breasts, leading to jokes that her areolas needed
their own personal A-cup bra. Most visibly, her nipples were constantly erect
and enlarged, to the chagrin of her posing suit designer -- no matter what
fabric she tried, Liz appeared to have fingertips poking out the front of her
suit.

On the day of the Ms. Olympia, despite the posturing from the other
contestants, the competition was basically over as soon as Liz walked out on
stage with the same level of hard muscle, together with the mesmerizing jiggle
of her top that screamed, "These girls are REAL!" Of course, it took four
hours of drama to confirm Liz as the winner, followed by two solid days of
interviews about the "come-from-nowhere" contestant who had pushed out the
experienced pros.

A week later, Josh was in the apartment, alone. Liz was away all the time on
photoshoots and interviews. At least he had time to work out now, but their
gym just didn't have the excitement of the past few months. After completing
his warm-up sets on the bench press, he pulled off his tee-shirt and looked in
the mirror, sighing slightly. It was hard to believe that although he looked
so much more muscular than most guys, he looked soft compared to Liz. It only
consoled him slightly that he had played an important role in enabling her to
reach those heights.

With a final sigh, he turned away from the mirror, added another pair of
plates to the bar, and lay back on the bench to do a set at 315 pounds. As he
finished his tenth rep and replaced the bar, he noticed Liz had returned and
was watching him with a smile.

"Hi, Babe," she said happily. "It's really nice to get to watch you lift. I've
been in love with your muscles since the first time I saw you."

Josh sat up on the bench and replied, "Even though you've got the
most-celebrated muscles on the planet?"

Liz slid in to sit behind him on the bench. She wrapped her arms around him in
a gentle hug and let her head rest on his shoulder. Speaking softly into his
ear, she said, "I really appreciate it SO much that you were willing to devote
everything to my success... your job, your money, and even the endless orgasms
you gave me." Her hands caressed upwards until they cradled his pectoral
muscles. "Wow, I haven't even had time to notice that you are still so big and
solid. I haven't seen you working out since I started monopolizing the gym."

"Before I needed to come home for every lunch hour, I used to lift weights in
the gym at work a few times a week."

"Well, I'm really happy about that," she responded, "since there's no reason
we can't have TWO muscle champions in this house." Liz moved her hand to cup
the front of Josh's gym shorts, which had begun expanding at that thought. "I
thought you might like that idea," she cooed. "Let's get started by losing
these," she instructed, as she slid the waistband of his gym shorts and
underwear down to the bench. She stood up and suggested, "You could take off
those unnecessary clothes, while I set your next weight. How much were you
lifting at the gym at work?"

"345 for five reps."

"Nice! Would you like to try one or two at 365? I'll add a pair of
twenty-fives."

"Sure," he replied, anxious and eager to get back to weight levels he hadn't
tried since college. With the distraction of pulling down his gym shorts over
his solid erection, he didn't notice that Liz was instead adding a pair of
thirty-five pound plates to load a weight he would never have even hoped to
attempt.

"Okay, lay back, Babe, and now I can provide the encouragement," she said,
stroking her fingertips along his rigid member. As Josh reached up to grasp
the bar and make sure he was positioned correctly, Liz interrupted, "Before
your start, honey, there's a warm-up you might like to try. Grab the support
posts half way up to the weight bar."

Liz moved her hands up to Josh's pecs, and continued, "First, squeeze your
hands toward each other as though you are going to bend those supports
together." As Josh tightened his chest, Liz gasped, "Oh fuck you're big!
Squeeze harder! Fill up my hands with your pecs!" Two seconds later, she let
out a contented sigh and wrapped her hands around his upper arms. "Next, try
to push the support posts straight up as though you're lifting them plus the
weight bar." As Josh pushed, his triceps flared out, pushing open her hands.
"Damn, you're huge! Push those posts right out of the ground!" After a couple
of seconds, she told him to relax and released the grip on his triceps to
stroke her fingers down his arms and chest toward his groin.

"Now that I've seen how huge your pecs and arms are, it's time to make sure my
favorite muscle is just as big," she said in a husky voice. The strokes of her
tongue along the length of his shaft brought his expanded penis to aching
hardness. "You've got what I want, Babe," she breathed, twirling her tongue
around the swollen head of his cock and then wrapping her lips around it. Josh
groaned and Liz continued her conversation between intervals of gentle suction
to say, "You're ready. ... Remember the feeling... of bending the posts
together... and pushing them out of the ground. ... That was more than...
enough force... to lift this weight,... so it will be easy. ... GO!"

Josh picked the weight off the supports. It didn't feel "easy," but he was so
pumped that anything seemed possible. He lowered the bar to his chest, and
partly to his surprise, pushed it off his chest fairly quickly. He forced it
to the top of its travel just as Liz's lips reached the top of his cock.
"Again!" she gasped. Josh lowered the bar and muscled it cleanly back up to
the top. "Mmm. Again!" Liz moaned. Aroused to animal intensity, Josh lowered
the bar and with every fiber of his being, squeezed it slowly up to the top
and dropped it back onto the supports.

"Oh, fuck, that was great!" Liz exclaimed. She slowly slid her body upward
along Josh's, causing his cock to be framed between her deliciously hanging
breasts before being rubbed past her rippled abs. Upward still she slid until
the head of his member met the slippery wetness of her slit. Rocking her
pelvis, she positioned his tip at her opening and then slid slowly backward,
exhaling every time she pushed her pussy over a new bit of territory down his
shaft.

Finally, she had him completely buried within her, and paused and smiled. "Now
this is very nice." Reaching down to stroke his shoulders and chest, she said,
"You might want to check the weight on that bar."

Ripping his eyes from her beautiful body, Josh looked at the bar and mumbled,
"Well, three pairs of forty-fives plus one pair of thirty-fives is..."
Finally, his preoccupied brain caught up with the math and he stumbled out,
"Wait, I can't lift 385!"

"Well, you did, Honey. Three times. Which means that I can't wait until you
try for four hundred! Until then, though, I hope you won't my taking advantage
of you for some raw sex. Do you mind making love to the most muscular woman in
the world?" She lifted one arm shyly and slowly bent it, raising her biceps
into a sharp ball of raw power.

"It will be a fucking pleasure," he declared, savoring the thought.

Suddenly, his cock was pressed even deeper into her as her weight in his lap
increased. Liz had pulled her legs up tight under the bench and her massive
thighs bunched as she squeezed the bench between them. Grabbing the bar to
provide an upward force of hundreds of pounds, she hefted the weight of the
bench and Josh with her legs as she pulled her hips forward. With her abs
flaring to dangerous proportions, she slid the bench and Josh two feet along
the floor so that her body was closer in line with the weight bar.

"Damn!" Josh exclaimed. "That was one hell of a trick."

"I'm still setting up," Liz explained. Keeping Josh's dick inside her, she
braced her feet back on the floor. Gripping the bar, her muscles flared as she
confidently pressed the weight overhead and released it onto one of the higher
support pegs.

"A 385 military press is probably some kind of record...," Josh started to
say.

Liz interrupted, "Not important now. What is important is to fuck you cowgirl
style until your world explodes. Now, any girl could take a stab at that while
kneeling on a bed over you, but I can do it with chin-ups."

Supporting her weight from the overhead bar with perfect smoothness, Liz
repeatedly lifted and lowered herself on the swollen cylinder of Josh's cock.
The muscles of her arms and torso mounded and then bulged into high definition
as she pumped her pussy untiringly along Josh's pole. She effortlessly pleased
and teased him, occasionally holding herself as the top of her travel so Josh
would arch his hips to drive into her or flexing her indestructible abdominal
muscles to move him in circles.

Josh's breathing had become ragged gasps and Liz asked "Are you ready to cum?"

"Oh, yeah."

"I'm not sure," she said with a smile. In an instant, she released her hands
from their wide grasp on the bar and slid them together to re-grip the bar at
the center. The shudder this sent down Josh's cock caused him to cry out with
pleasure. She continued, "How about now? Are you ready to cum?"

"Oh my god, I'm ready to cum."

Supporting her weight by hanging from the bar with one hand, she flexed the
other into a massive biceps peak and asked again, "Are you ready to drive your
cum into the strongest woman in the world?"

"Fuck yeah!" he screamed.

"Then let's see what these muscles can do for fun," she declared.

Releasing the bar, she flexed her chest, causing her massive pecs to thrust
her breasts forward, expanding them by a full cup size. As Josh groaned with
that sight, she began flexing her internal abdominal muscles, gripping his
shaft more firmly than the tightest hand job he had ever experienced. Finally,
Liz began flexing the muscles around her clit, driving herself to orgasm. The
contractions of her extensively exercised pussy muscles created more suction
than the most enthusiastic oral sex. Grunting with animalistic desire, Josh
shot load after load into Liz while her pussy squeezed him in rhythm to milk
out every drop. With a final, savage scream, he rammed the last of his hot
semen into her and pulled her down onto his chest so they could kiss.

"And just think," she sighed. "The real workouts don't start until tomorrow."