Kat's Awakening
By The Calffan - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest



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Katherine was a 22-year old young woman in her sophomore year at a state
college. While definitely not her first choice, state school was all she and
her family could afford. Katherine or "Kat" as her friends called her was
about 5'5" with long blonde hair that cascaded to just above her bum, but was
pretty much always tied up. Her eyes were a dark hazel which was a perfect
complement to her softly-dimpled cheeks, button nose and full sensuous lips.

Kat had the type of lips that were meant for deep kissing. Admittedly a tomboy
for most of her youth, her frame was undoubtedly athletic; broad shoulders,
flat torso with a hint of a 4-6 pack, toned arms, better-than-average
developed thighs and firm, shapely calves, which always garnered more
attention than she was comfortable with. Classically beautiful is a term best
used to describe the stunning young woman, who was as pretty as one could
believe, often turning heads, male and female, wherever she went.

With a frame like hers, fitting into certain types of clothes was always a bit
of a challenge for Kat. Most sleeves were either a bit tighter than preferred
or jeans that she couldn't get past her ample thighs. Knee-high boots were
getting to be a big problem for Kat as of late, her swelling calves preventing
the zipper from making it halfway up her shins. While not massive, they were
clearly quite large and unyielding in their hardness.

She'd recently taken up jogging and combined with her normal workouts, her
legs were really packing on some additional size. The gains were really
noticeable in her calves and prominent hamstrings, which were among her
favorite features. Though not suffering from any sort of body-image complex
regarding her body or looks, Kat often found herself a bit frustrated with the
increasingly limited choices her athletic frame offered to her.

Skinny jeans were definitely not an option. Just the other day while on the
escalator, a man standing behind her was staring absent-mindedly at her
calves. Kat had on a short skirt and clogs, so her prominent calf muscles were
about as rigid as the bulge in his shorts were. Overcome by a feeling that
someone was staring at her, like most of us get from time to time, Kat turned
around and caught him before he averted his gaze. It didn't matter much, as
the hard-on in his trousers gave him away.

"Were you just staring at my legs?" she asked him, surprising him with such a
forward question.

"Um ... uh ... yes, I was" he sheepishly responded, unable to look her in the
eyes. "You ... you have really great legs. I'm sorry for staring, I just
couldn't help it ... .your calves are so large and really muscular. You must
work out a ton to get legs like that." They were standing off to the side of
the escalator and spoke for another 3-4 minutes before going their separate
ways.

It was an eye-opening experience for Katherine, who thought it silly that
someone would even fancy a person's legs, male or female. In all honesty, she
thought the guy was crazy. "Who would even think of such things?" she wondered
aloud while heading for the bus. "I have great calves?" She didn't get it, but
was flattered all the same.

Again, Katherine was an extremely attractive woman, with the perfect
combination of muscles and curves. It's a shame the guy was only concentrated
on her shapely legs. Now one thing Kat was definitely tired of was waiting
for-and taking the bus. Her meagre means didn't permit for a vehicle,
something which she would have been to park on campus now that she was in her
second year. Things had to change and fast. There had to be a way to make some
quick cash; enough to get a car and hang out more than she was able to at the
present moment. Kat was in desperate, frustrated and in need of a change.

A couple of days later, while getting dressed in the ladies room after a
gruelling leg workout, Katherine was towelling off after a long, hot shower.
Just then, Lauren, one of the students in her psych class walked in. Their
eyes met and Lauren gave Kat a wry smile after looking her up and down, from
head to toe. "What was that about?" She wondered to herself. Now dressed and
about to leave, Lauren called out to her. Lauren was from Georgia and Kat
always loved the sweet sound of her southern drawl.

"Kat, do you have a moment? There's something I wanted to discuss with you."

"Why sure, Lauren. What's up?"

"I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but ... .Oh, I don't know ... "

"What is it Lauren? It can't be that bad. What's on your mind?"

Lauren was looking directly at Katherine, lost in those gorgeous hazel eyes of
hers, her gaze bouncing from her eyes to those kissable lips, now clad in sexy
red lipstick.

"Okay, it's just ... " Lauren looked around the locker room, afraid there was
someone in there with them, but was relieved that they were alone. "Kat, er,
Katherine, you ... .have really fantastic legs. I'm not trying to come on to
you...I don't...think ... no ... .I'm not a ... .I'm not gay, but...I...it's
... .I love your legs."

Kat was speechless. First the guy in the mall 2 days ago and now Lauren, who
had no shortage of male suitors mind you. If Katherine was a 10, then Lauren
was a 9.9. "Um ... er ... that's okay, thank you, Lauren. I'm flattered,
really, but I have to ask: my legs? What is it about my legs that you find so
attractive?"

"Are you sure it's okay?"

"Yes, honey, its okay."

"I could go on all day and I won't, but honestly Katherine, they're perfect
... spectacular. I really love the size and shape of your calves and can't
tear my eyes off of those bulging hamstrings of yours. I love how your jeans
strain against the sexy width of your calf muscles when I watch you walk up a
flight of stairs ... they must be so strong." Lauren was coming out of her
shell. The initial shock gone by now, Kat was more than intrigued; she was
getting turned on.

Lauren continued ... "My Aunt is an ex-gymnast who works out like a beast and
your legs remind me of hers. I've never told anyone, so I hope I can trust you
Kat, but she is sooo muscular and I just love it ... .maybe I am a lesbian
after all." Kat looked over at Lauren, who was biting her lower lip and
smiled. A strange sensation had overcome her, something she'd never felt
before.

"Lauren, would you ... um ... would you, like ... to feel my legs?" Lauren's
eyes lit up and she almost lost her balance. Kat motioned over to Lauren, who
was seated on a bench and stood between her straddled legs, a good 6 inches
separating the two horny sophomores.

She placed her hands on Lauren's shoulders. Lauren reached out, grabbing the
bottom of her pant leg and proceeded to pull it up to her knee, but couldn't
get past Kat's wide calf. She tried the right leg and was met with the same
level of resistance. Kat gazed down at Lauren, who looked flushed. "Big
calves, huh Lauren?" The horny girl was speechless. Lauren then motioned for
Kat's button, undid it and pulled down the zipper.

"No skinny jeans for you, Katherine."

"No honey, too tight over these thighs." Kat purred the tingling in her sex
even stronger than moments ago. "Go ahead, honey, pull my jeans down." Lauren
licked her lips in anticipation and pulled the jeans down.

She palmed Kat's big left calf as she pulled the right pant leg down and was
met with some resistance, the supple quad still a bit larger than the type of
legs these jeans were designed for. The fact that she couldn't fit Kat's calf
in her palm didn't escape Lauren. "My word, your calf is huge, Katherine."

"It is, isn't it? And I have another one for you, Lauren. Need some help
getting into my pants?" Both ladies laughed at the statement, releasing some
of the pent-up sexual tension in the ladies room. It wasn't as if Lauren
wasn't trying to remove Kat's jeans, her quads were still pumped from her gym
session and probably an inch or two larger than normal.

After another couple of minutes, she successfully pulled Kat's pants down to
her ankles and caressed her supple thighs. Kat's sex was on fire as the
sensation of Lauren's soft, small hands roamed her large, diamond-hard calves.
Lauren motioned upward to Kat's thighs, moaning as she roamed the sexy
hardness of legs that moments ago, were leg pressing upwards of 500 lbs. She
ran her little palms over the swell of thigh subtly resting above Kat's knees.
While a novice at muscle control, Katherine did her best to tense and bulge
her thighs for Lauren as she examined the womanly muscle before her.

Lauren reached over and lightly kissed the big left quad, letting her tongue
linger on the barely visible tear drop. Kat moaned louder. Lauren bent down
and licked her calves. Kat shuddered. Lauren then licked her ass, running her
tongue just below Kat's moist sex box, squeezing her calves as hard as she
could. Katherine never thought in a million years another woman could make her
pussy pulsate like Lauren was doing.

"So muscular, so very, very muscular, Katherine ... .Ohhh ... mmmmyyyyy!"
Lauren was panting, her breathing labored as she alternated the groping,
squeezing and kissing of Katherine's breathtaking legs. If someone were in the
room with them, it didn't matter at this point, as both ladies were completely
overtaken by muscle lust.

Lauren sucked harder on Kat's bulky thigh, renewing the pointless squeezing of
her oversized calves, moaning erotically. Kat slowly rose up on her toes, twin
upside-down hearts forming where there was once solid, but soft female flesh,
and her calves mushrooming into two mango-sized orbs of lesbian-loving muscle.
Lauren muttered something Kat couldn't quite make out, but knew for sure she
was as sexually stimulated as she was. Kat started some calf raises, just as
she had been doing on the smith machine just 45 minutes earlier. Unlike the
machine, however, she didn't have 275 lbs. of resistance to work her calves,
her bodyweight all that was available to her.

Lauren's auditory approval of her raises (about 100 at this point with perfect
form) became more intense, egging her on to continue. "Ohhh Katherine ... Kat
... your calves ... your calves ... .so big, so hard ... my Lord, your calves
... " A wet spot was even more apparent in Kat's panties and started to drip
as she continued her raises. Just past 200 reps, Kat's calves were burning,
but she refused to stop. Lauren was overcome by the same electric sexual fire
as Kat, both ladies reaching climax at the same time. Lauren slumped over on
the floor and Kat sat right next to her, kneading her even-larger, burning
calf muscles. Their orgasms were stronger than anything the opposite sex had
ever been able to deliver.

Having collected and composed herself, Katherine reached down to Lauren and
helped her to her feet. Now standing, Kat took Lauren by the chin and Lauren
lightly kissed her, parting those full, kissable lips with her tongue,
relishing the sensation of their first lesbian encounter. Kat thumbed Lauren's
prominent (and hard) pert nipples, kissing deeper and harder. "I have to
(kiss) ... go (kiss) ... let's get together (kiss) soon, Lauren (kiss). The
two ladies parted ways, Lauren to her dorm and Katherine towards the bus.

While seated on the bench at the bus stop Katherine, after some effort,
managed to pull her pant legs up, exposing her muscular calves. She tensed her
left calf and ran her finger in the deep ridge that formed along her
shin-bone. She smiled to herself. "Oh my! My calves are so muscular ... soo
hard." She palmed both calves amazed at how large they really were. "I had no
idea", she softly muttered to herself, her sex tingling anew.

The bus pulled up and she boarded, smiling at the bus driver who was clearly
staring at her big calves. As she made her way towards the back, the driver
lingered, taking in her swollen lower legs before pulling off. Failure to do
so would have undoubtedly resulted in a traffic accident. There was another
man on the bus, probably in his early twenties, with no wedding band, seated
about midway on the left. Their eyes met and for a moment, he was lost in
those mesmerizing dark hazel eyes as just about everyone else who crossed
paths with this gorgeous young woman.

Kat sat in the back of the bus on the row of seats lining the back and began
groping her calves. She really enjoyed the electric jolt her pussy experienced
when she self-worshipped. She performed simulated seated calf raises, bunching
and bunching her rocky calves, enjoying their huge hardness. "Mmm ... they're
so muscular...Thank you for opening my eyes, Lauren", she softly spoke, eyes
closed, completely oblivious to her surroundings. Her muscular calves were all
that she could think of.

As she placed both palms on her right calf, her fingers met, but barely, the
jacked calf muscle completely filling her hands. She glanced forward and
caught the driver stealing glances of her, his eyes darting back to her and
then to the road ahead of him. She loved the attention. The lone passenger on
the bus shifted in his seat, blushing when their eyes met again.

Kat's pussy began to leak again, her hands now shifted over to the left calf,
which amazingly, was a bit larger than the right. What had only been about 15
minutes felt like an eternity as Kat's hands never left her calves. As her
stop neared, she stood and headed for the back exit, ass right in front of the
only other passenger on the bus. She could see his reflection in the window,
smiling as she watched him staring at her legs and ass. The bus hit a pothole
and Kat lost her balance momentarily, reaching out and holding on the support
bar and bracing herself with her sturdy foundation. The motion caused her
already swollen calves to bubble up, a deep cleft forming up the middle of the
back of them and a deep ridge along her left shin bone.

"Oh ... my ... God ... "It was barely audible, but she heard it and turned to
face the author of that statement.

"Well, thank you", she beamed, a big smile on her face.

"You have fantastic calves ... great legs. Do you work out?"

"Well, yes I do and thank you. You're sweet. Not as much as you think I do, my
legs are mostly natural, but I am into sports and have always been. Do you
think my calves are too big?"

"No, not at all; they are really muscular, though."

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

"Good! Great! I've always loved women with muscular legs."

"I do have some pretty muscular legs, you should see my thighs."

He pulled out his smart phone. "Do you mind?" He asked.

"No, of course not ... I'm flattered." She turned and rose up on her toes. The
diamonds were back. He dropped his phone and she giggled. "Don't be nervous,
they're only muscles", she teased. Kat put on a muscle flexing and posing show
for her newest and latest fan, who took no less than 50 shots of her muscular
glory.

"My name is Steve and thank you. You're amazing."

"You're welcome, Steve and my name is Katherine; my friends call me Kat. I
missed my stop, but it was worth it, wouldn't you agree Steve?"

"Absolutely ... By the way, Kat, I love and I mean LOVE your legs, but I would
be remiss if I didn't tell you I think you are beyond breathtaking. You can't
be single ... you're just so gorgeous."

Katherine's pussy tingled, but she did her best to compose herself. "Oh,
honey, you are just too much, you sweetheart." In her recent encounters, Steve
was the first person to tell her he thought she was pretty; she wasn't vain,
but it felt fantastic and she was really horny, her sexual escapade with
Lauren all that she'd had in the past year. "Would you like to get together
this weekend Steve?"

"Yes, sure! I'd love that." They exchanged numbers and Kat stepped towards
Steve, bending down and kissing him on the right ear. "Go ahead, honey, feel
my legs ... I know you want to." Kat tensed her thighs and rose up high on her
toes, remaining in that position. Steve didn't say a word, save for the
countless low mutterings of Oh My God as he worked her rock-hard thighs
through her jeans. He groped her big legs, roaming his palms over her perfect
ass and moving them down to her swollen calves. Kat remained high on her toes,
though the burning in her calves had returned. The bus driver had parked the
bus and was watching the erotic muscle worship session occurring on his shift,
eyes fixated, shocked at what he was witnessing.

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Lauren stopped by her parents' home to do some laundry and get a home-cooked
meal for a change. She didn't have any classes the following day and figured
it was a good a time as any to get some uninterrupted rest. One night without
listening to her room-mate and her boyfriend fucking was what she needed. A
week had passed since her "encounter" with Katherine in the ladies' room.
Reliving that amazing experience still made her sex tingle. Questions of
whether or not she was a lesbian no longer entered her mind; she didn't care.
She hoped to meet up with sexy Katherine soon.

It was about an hour before her parents' dinner time, but the house was
silent. Just waking from her nap, she heard a faint sound coming from her
parents' bedroom. It sounded like someone was moaning, which confused her.
There was music playing faintly in the background, like those cheesy porno
flicks, but her parents didn't watch porn, did they? Oh well, she thought; way
to go Mom & Dad! Her curiosity getting the best of her, Lauren tip-toed
towards the bedroom. She peered in the slightly ajar door. Just then, her
father's cell rang. She froze. Her mother was on the line.

"What the hell?" She wondered aloud. Just then, his female companion entered
Lauren's field of vision, to the master bedroom. She was naked and Lauren's
eyes were immediately drawn to her thickly-packed, muscular physique. The
sight of her heavily-muscled ass caused Lauren to gasp. It was a short walk to
the bathroom, but seemed to last for hours, Lauren's gaze fixed on her legs;
huge, muscular thighs, insanely-developed hamstrings and the largest calves
she'd ever laid eyes on, male or female. It was an overwhelming sight for her
and she didn't know how to react.

Processing the muscle displayed before her was paralysing. Dad was having an
affair? How long has this been going on? She was disappointed in Dad and
amazed at his choice of woman at the same time. His mistress emerged from the
bathroom and called to him and Lauren immediately knew who it was. It was Aunt
Traci, her Mother's sister! Lauren always thought Auntie had a buff, muscular
build and erotically developed legs, but had no idea of the level of muscle
she carried. She was an ex-gymnast, so she was always muscular. What was
before her, however, was beyond belief. She hit a double-biceps pose and her
Brother-in-law shuffled over. Palming her beefy arms, his dick bobbed a mind
of its own.

"Sis is on her way home, isn't she?"

"Uh-huh ... Mmmm ... .." He was so enraptured by Traci's muscles, mumbling was
all he could offer.

"We'll have to finish a bit earlier today, Brian, I've got an appointment in
an hour anyway." Traci led Brian to the bed, sat down and he got on his knees.
She straddled his torso, slowly wrapping her massive thighs around his waist.
She applied minimal pressure and he instantly spasmed. She laughed. "I love
what these big thighs do to you. Maybe I should apply more pressure than last
time."

"Uh ... Traci ... please ... what if Karen finds out? You're so strong ...
please ... .please ... Ohhh! Ohhhh!"

"Okay pussy" she teased, releasing Brian, picking him up and tossing him back
towards the headboard. She leapt on the bed, framing his middle in her barrel
thighs. Lauren began lightly fingering herself, eyes half lidded by the sexual
scene unfolding before her. Traci reached into the night-stand and pulled out
a condom, slipping it onto Brian's dick, which Lauren had never seen, but
thought it was big. That's what Mom is working with?

In one fluid motion, Traci slid her slippery pussy over Brian's cock,
squeezing hi ribcage while doing so. Within seconds, they were fucking like
beasts, Traci's brawny arms wrapped around Brian's head, his hands roaming her
expansive, broad back. He sucked on her muscle-girl tits, biting her
thumb-sized nipples, which she obviously approved of, by her reaction. Brian
never missed a beat, pounding Traci as hard as he could, loud grunts of sexual
pleasure bouncing off the walls.

Brian's ecstasy soon turned into pure pain as Traci ratcheted down on his
ribs, her climax fast approaching. One big thrust and she orgasmed, Brian's
body recoiling in horrific pain. He screamed as she climaxed, but refusing to
pull his dick out of her muscled pussy. Finally she released him, and he
rolled over, rubbing his black & blue midsection. Traci leant over, kissed him
on the lips and made her way out of the room, her big calves rubbing against
one another. Lauren shuddered, cumming on herself in the hall. Traci heard
Lauren in the hallway; she knew she was there the entire time, but didn't let
on.

Lauren returned to her room, shocked, aroused and a bit embarrassed at seeing
her father naked. Thoughts of her Auntie Traci's muscles caused her to
hyperventilate. Those gigantic, thickly-muscled legs flashed before her and
she began shaking. She tried some breathing exercises her yoga-student
room-mate taught her to calm herself, but it wasn't working. She felt flushed,
heart pounding, heat radiating from her sex box to her forehead and her
panties were completely soaked. If Katherine's legs had her hot and bothered,
Auntie Traci multiplied that by a factor of five.

Lauren fingered herself, quietly relishing in her own wetness, licking the
sticky discharge from her appreciative fingers. She moaned softly. The front
door closed, bringing her out of her trance. Peeking out of her window, she
watched as Auntie Traci made her way to her car, pumps in hand, walking high
on her toes, her fleshy calves bubbling as she strode. As she stood reaching
in her purse for the car key, Lauren noticed stared at the calves rubbing up
against one another. She gasped. Traci was so muscular, Lauren couldn't
control the lustful urges she was feeling, family or not. How did she get so
big?

It dawned on Lauren that she hadn't seen her Aunt in 18 months and that her
Mom had recently made a comment about her "working out too much" lately. It
all made sense now. She wanted to feel those imposing, erotic muscles her Aunt
was packing. As if reading her mind, Traci turned and blew a kiss to Lauren.
Lauren backed away from the window, dumbfounded. Did she see me? How did she
know I was watching? Her smart phone vibrated; it was Traci. Hi honey. Long
time no see. Let's have lunch next week; I want to hear all about school and
how you're doing. Talk to you soon. Love, Auntie. Lauren wet herself again.

**********

As had been the case for as long as she could remember, Kat finished her calf
raises (300 reps) and hit the shower. While under the hot water, she thought
about Lauren and how much fun it was to feel her soft hands caressing her
muscles. She felt her sex tingle and thrust her index and middle fingers into
her clit, moaning softly so that her room-mate didn't hear her. She placed the
cummy digits in her mouth and licked them clean, pleasing her palette with
their salty satisfaction.

She grabbed a bar of soap and ran it along the hard edge of her shin. The bar
broke in two. "Ooohhh ... they're sooo muscular ... " she muttered. Gathering
as much lather as she could, Kat wrapped both hands around one hard calf,
massaging it as hard as she could. It yielded slightly, which made her squeeze
even harder. Her hands slid off her rocky muscle, which made her giggle. She
moaned again, this time a bit louder than she hoped to and her room-mate heard
her.

"You okay in there, Kat?"

"Yes, Sandy, I'm okay!" She smiled at having been heard. She rubbed herself to
a quiet orgasm, worshipping her impressive lower legs. Her upper torso clad in
an oversized towel, Kat made her way to her room, passing Sandra, who was
sitting on the couch, watching TV.

As she strode past, Sandy stole a glance of her hard ass and legs, calves
bunching and bulging while she walked on her toes. Sandra's eyes were drawn to
her clenching and unclenching calves as long as she could, the muscles
disappearing into the sexy coed's room. She squirmed uncomfortably on the
sofa.

It was date night and Kat was frustrated. As she rummaged though the closet
for something to wear, she was bothered by the limited choices she actually
had. Her favorite jeans were now too tight over her thighs, no chance of
making the short distance to her midriff due to her thick legs. If fact, none
of her slacks fit, amazed at how they were now so tight around her shins. Her
calves were just too thick now.

"I really need a new wardrobe ... nothing fits. I'm so tired of being broke."
Even her blouses, though they still fit, might not fit the bill in the near
future. She didn't know what to wear. Since her interactions with Lauren and
Steve over the past week she wasn't sure if covering up her newly-discovered
muscles was what she wanted to do. Despite the rush of erotic liberation she
felt while being felt up, the idea of putting her body on display ...
intentionally, still took some getting used to.

She then thought of all of the people who'd being ogling her while doing the
most mundane tasks, some in heels and others in shorts & skirts, or at the gym
and figured it was okay. Besides, the image of Steve's rigid dick while he
fondled her ample thighs and swollen calves convinced her the shortest skirt
in her closet was in order. Her outfit was complete: short black skirt which
ended about 4 inches above her knees, white, low-cut blouse and modest 2-inch
heels, just enough to ensure her tight calves were pumped for Steve. Kat
completed the look with a matching choker, then doing a pirouette in the
mirror, her splendid legs bulging for her viewing pleasure.

She looked at herself in the mirror and hit a double-biceps pose, her modest
arms displaying impressive size and shape. While nowhere near as developed as
her legs they were impressive and she liked it. Kat was falling in love with
her muscles and wanted more; she couldn't wait to see Steve's reaction to her
body in this outfit. She had already decided he was going to get lucky tonight
and was beyond horny. She couldn't wait.

Steve waited anxiously for Kat's arrival for their date. He relived their
introduction on the bus at least a dozen times, which always resulted in
explosive orgasms. He couldn't believe it happened. He was a secret admirer of
fit, muscular women, often wondering if that made him a homosexual, mainly
because all of his friends frequently voiced their disapproval of muscular
women in particular and any women with muscular features, in general. Of
course they never addressed the women, but t it was no secret they found
features of that type gross.

A couple of weeks before meeting Katherine, Steve and his buddies were at a
local bar when a woman, clearly a female bodybuilder, walked past the group.
Steve, of course, immediately noticed her mountainous traps, swollen arms and
silently gasped at the sight of those legs in a skin-tight skirt. She was
obviously fine with reactions to her physique, good and bad. He excused
himself and quickly beat off a quick orgasm in the stall before returning to
the gang, catching the tail end of a conversation centered on how she looked
like a man.

"What about you, Steve?" Steve was a bit flustered, his hard-on receding, not
wanting to even discuss it, fearing his dick would betray his spoken lies.

"Well, guys ... I don't know but, we're men and none of us look like that. She
obviously had worked really hard to get that big." The guys looked at
themselves and there was momentary silence, only to be broken when their
big-titted bartender made her way back over to their end of the bar. Steve
dodged a bullet and managed to keep his hard-on at bay. Clearly a woman as
beautiful as Katherine was had to change their minds, right? The recollection
of palming her big calves crossed his mind and his dick slowly rose in his
pants. Boxers or not, it hurt and he had to open his trousers to relieve the
pressure. As her released his cock, a thick stream of cum leaked out. He had
just cum on himself by simply thinking of Katherine, without stroking his
dick. He loved what she did to him. At that point he decided he no longer
cared what anyone thought; he loved muscular women and there was nothing wrong
with that. He even caught himself wondering what it would be like if Kat were
a bodybuilder; she definitely had the potential, he thought, or hoped. He
couldn't wait to see her.

On the way to Steve's, Kat stopped to purchase a pair of hose. She tore her
last pair and thought he would enjoy seeing her hard calves through a pair of
sexy stockings. The shoe store was empty, but she noticed a woman's purse, an
expensive one, in one of the seats. She didn't see anyone around, but could
hear voices. She turned the corner towards the storeroom entrance to find an
employee and stumbled upon more than she expected.

The clerk, a young man a number of years her junior was on his knees, his face
eye level with the most muscular ass she'd ever seen. His hands roamed over
muscular thighs easily twice the size of his own and even larger than his
torso. The woman tensed and bulged her thighs, milking more and more muscle
for him. She erotically cooed as her big quads contracted and expanded, taking
a free hand and burying his face deep within her ass. She clenched her ass
cheeks and two humps formed on her upper hips. He gagged momentarily; his nose
trapped in ass meat, but kept his palms on her monstrous legs, roaming over
her muscular hips. He moaned.

She reached back and slowly, sexily directed his face to the back of her
calves. "Oh ... my ... .God" Kat muttered at the sight of her beastly calves,
as they were literally the size of his head. Unlike her own, this woman's legs
were loaded with veins as thick as nightcrawlers running over them, one
running directly up the middle of her left calf, splitting the diamond-shape
formed by the minimal pressure of simply standing in place. An equally thick
vein ran across her right calve muscle, snaking up and around her shin,
continuing to the mass of flesh hanging over her knee.

The young man began licking his customer's calves, moaning as he palmed the
sides of them, not a chance of making it halfway around their massive girth.
Without rising on her toes, she managed to tense her calves, two simultaneous
matching double-split upside-down hearts forming, taking his tongue deep
within their cavernous valleys. "Mmmm ... that feels good, doesn't it young
man?" He was silent, with the exception of a subtle sucking and licking sound
and his mutterings of ecstasy.

Katherine noticed how big the young man's cock was in his trousers, rigid as
steel as he continued to slobber over his mistresses' voluminous calves. She
parted her legs and he eased between them, kissing and licking her gastrocs;
sucking on them wasn't an option as they were simply too big. Instead, he
allowed his tongue to linger on them, tracing them to the hard edges of
muscle. Kat figured she was a bodybuilder, but had never seen a woman with the
immense size that she possessed.

"I have to go young man, this should be enough muscle worship for my
stockings, don't you think so?"

"Mmmm Hmmm" he mumbled. She stepped back a couple of paces and snagged his
neck in her calves, instantly compressing his windpipe. "Grrkk!" He was
choking.

"Ohh honey ... come have a seat you poor thing. She led him to one of the
chairs in the seating area and helped him to his seat, a large wet spot in his
pants. Kat was hiding behind two shoe racks, hoping to remain anonymous,
enjoying the show.

The sexy Amazon woman removed her pumps and stood between the spent and horny
clerk as he rubbed his neck. She placed a sexy foot on the chair, right on top
of his crotch. Her calf mushroomed into an even larger block of muscle. She
tossed a pair of hose onto his lap. "Go ahead; I know you love this part." Her
voice was silky, sexy with a hint of masculinity, a couple of octaves deeper
than what a woman's voice would generally be. She further tensed her calf for
emphasis (as if any were needed) and Kat's pussy juice ran down her left leg;
she honestly thought she had big legs, especially her solid calves, but this
woman made her feel small ... .and extremely horny. She needed to leave to
meet Steve for their date, but had to see this through.

The nylons removed from the pack, the young man placed the first of them over
her left foot, unravelling it as his hands travelled up her muscled shin. His
progress was impeded as the width of her bulbous calf was too much; he had to
adjust and re-adjust the stocking, trying his best to cover her ever-growing
muscle. She wobbled her calf side to side, snapping it in place, the once
fleshy glob of muscle becoming stone hard on demand. Kat wondered how big they
really were, but just couldn't guess; they were just that large.

She ran her hands through his hair, mussing it while he reached just under her
kneecap, momentarily palming her overdeveloped thighs. "Good job. Now, the
other one" she lustfully commanded, continuing to play with his hair. Before
pulling up the other stocking, he lustfully caressed her gigantic matching
calf, muttering to himself. "Yes, honey, I know." She tensed her leg, allowing
him to enjoy her hardness before completing his task. Both legs finally
covered in complimentary stockings, she bent down and gave him a sensual kiss
on the lips.

"I love you", he offered.

"I know you do, sweetie." She stood and looked to her left. She released his
young, thick cock and slowly sucked on it, causing him to buck in his seat.
The sight of this ridiculously muscular woman blowing a young man literally
half her size was beyond erotic. Katherine was as still as a mouse in a room
of cats. She was pretty much hidden from view, with the exception of her legs.
In her rush to hide, Kat didn't realize the bottom half of the shoe rack was
empty, her calves in full view, nicely pumped, thanks to her choice of
footwear.

The woman gathered her belongings and left, thighs and calves dancing, deep
cuts begging to be worshipped. Kat did her level best to remain as silent and
still as she could, no easy feat considering she wanted to jam her fist up her
pussy and masturbate to the image of female muscular perfection before her.
She felt a tap on her shoulder. It was the woman with the legs.

"Hey there, Hun, were you spying on us?" Kat froze, eyes glued to her equally
impressive upper body. "Traci." She held her hand out.

"Ka ... Kat ... Katherine, um ... er ... Kat."

"Nice to meet you, Katherine. Did you enjoy the show?"

"I ... um ... uh ... yes, I did. You ... you ... you're ... legs ... "

"Yes, honey, I have legs." Traci smiled, as did Katherine. She winked at Kat,
easing the obvious sexual tension and relaxing Kat's nerves.

"You ... look ... amazing Traci ... I've never seen anyone, especially a
woman, as muscular ... .and big as you."

"Well, thank you dear ... by the way, you've got some pretty nice wheels
yourself, great bones, as they say; ever think about going hardcore?" For a
moment, Katherine contemplated the question.

This was all happening so fast. Thirty days ago, she thought everyone was
crazy for paying so much attention to her legs and now she has two muscle
worship sessions to her credit; one a lesbian encounter and on her way to a
date which was sure to feature an even more intense muscle worship
interaction. If that wasn't crazy enough, she is now discussing muscles with
the most supremely developed woman she'd ever seen.

Traci was a vision indeed, standing approximately 5'6" with jet black hair
which hung just below her shoulders, ice-blue eyes, and angular, yet shapely
jaw line with just a hint of dimples, lips just thick enough to cover the
mushroom cap of the biggest dick. Her skin tone could be best described by the
word, Mediterranean, flawless in his smoothness and evenness. While Kat had
been mesmerized by her huge legs, Traci was so much more; her arms were
nothing short of spectacular with mountainous biceps with a thick vein running
just over their peaks, running into triceps the size and shape of an actual
horseshoe. Her abs was a legitimate 8-pack, a deep crevice splitting the
perfect portions of female mid-sectional beef. Her chest heaved whether she
spoke or not, thick nipples threatening to rip through her top. Pulling her
hair back, her traps came into view, matching deltoids so wide Katherine could
hide directly behind her. Kat was in a trance.

"Where are you headed, Kathy?"

Kat rejoined the conversation. "I ... uh ... .have a date, with ... .St ...
Steve."

"You were in another world, Kathy. Is Steve a muscle lover?"

"Um, yes, he is." Kat couldn't take her eyes off of Tracy's breathtaking body,
erotically biting her lower lip. "We met on the bus ... he felt up my legs ...
"

"Sounds promising, how did it feel, having your legs groped like that?"

"Amazing ... he came on himself, just by feeling my muscles."

"Have you ever felt another woman's muscles, Kathy?"

"No ... no, I haven't." She so wanted to now ...

"Do you like my muscles, young lady?" It was an obviously silly question,
since Kat's periodic panting left no doubt she was sexually attracted to
Traci.

"Yes ... yes, I do Traci. I love your muscles ... may I?"

"Just a bit, honey, you have a date and I've got an appointment with a client
in about 20 minutes." Traci led Kate to a secluded corner and the young lady
hit her knees as she rose up on her toes. Kat's mouth went dry from the sight;
two immensely large calves, developed beyond any reasonable imagination were
eye level. Traci's veins, which were as thick as pencils, seemed to be
throbbing, oversized due to the copious amounts of blood coursing through
them, feeding such supremely constructed muscles.

Kat reached out, placing both hands on one gargantuan calf and was rewarded
with an electric jolt in her sex. It caused her to shudder, mumbling as she
ran her hands across the smoothest skin, the only interruption Traci's
aforementioned veins.

"Mmmm ... get to love your calf raises Kathy, I know I do. How many do you do
young lady?"

"Th ... three hundred a day. Is that okay?"

"It's a start. I do over a thousand a day, easy. Most days I do about fifteen
hundred, not counting my leg workouts. Does it show?" Kat squeezed as hard as
she could, but Traci's legs refused to budge a smidge.

"Y ... you're...so ... .so big ... and muscular ... my lord, Traci ... "

"I'm glad you approve, honey. Let's make a date and talk about how much you
love my muscles." She stood Kat up by the chin and they kissed for a full
minute, tongues dancing in and out of the mouths of these two sexily charged
women. "Are you horny, love?" Was she ever!?

"Yes, Traci ... please, just a bit more of your legs ... I love your muscles;
there's so much muscle ... everywhere."

"Another time, soon, I promise. Don't ignore your lust, use it. When you fuck
that young man tonight, get him between your thighs and squeeze as hard as you
can, regardless of how much he protests at first. If he's truly a muscle
lover, he'll relent and enjoy the pain. Trust me, this I know. If you can do
that, there's something I think might interest you the next time we get
together. They kissed again and parted ways. Kat stood open-mouthed, staring
at Traci's big, muscular ass and those delicious calves as she sashayed away,
disappearing out of view. Traci picked up some new panties with her stockings.

Kat arrived at Steve's place and was surprised to learn that he prepared
dinner, rather than go out to a restaurant. "We can always head out for a
nightcap if you like, Katherine; you look fantastic, by the way. I'd love to
see the look on everyone's faces when they see me with such a gorgeous woman."

The compliment flattered Kat and she squeezed her pussy between her thighs.
"Why thank you, Steve, you're such a sweetheart." She half expected to dine
out, but what woman doesn't love a man who knows his way around the kitchen?
"I picked this outfit out especially for you, Steve, do you like it?" She did
a pirouette and curtsy, Steve's eyes never leaving her legs. His erection was
on the move and didn't go unnoticed by Kat. He blushed. "It's a good thing
we're dining in Steven; it looks like you'll need to get used to this body of
mine before I let you out."

"I know, you're unbelievably sexy, Kat ... your muscular physique is the
cherry on top." Kat walked over to Steve, took his erection in her hand and
gave him a soft, slow kiss on the lips, hugging him before breaking their
embrace. Her embrace was tighter than Steve thought and he had to adjust
without letting on.

She whispered in his ear: "My legs are really strong Steve. Would you like to
feel their power? I did over 300 calf raises before coming to see you." She
felt his dick poke her in response to the question. Steve took advantage of
their close proximity and roamed her tight back, running his hands down to the
small of her back and nicely muscled bum. "Save your appetite, honey; no
desert till after dinner", she teased. Kat sat down on the leather sofa, legs
crossed, one calf bulging huge and hard while Steve fixed her a drink.

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