Meeting Our Matches  
By Jeremy Wilson shaneomacfan3@yahoo.com & Sara Drake 
A tale of muscle lovers who unite  


*Author's Note: This is a collaborative effort between me and a new author
that goes by the name Sara Drake, who loves writing and fantasizing about
putting on huge amounts of muscle, the kind that exist in Mr. Shhh and Michele
Roppo's kinds of stories. We developed an idea of a man, played by me, finding
someone in the gym who puts the biggest and best male bodybuilders out there
to shame. She is far from normal and he loves her for it. Hope you enjoy our
combined efforts.*

Jared:

This was my first time in the gym, I had lifted weights in high school as part
of the football team, but that was well over 10 years ago. Recently, I have
gotten out of shape, and because of my love of high cholesterol foods, I had
suffered a minor heart attack. My doctor said I had to change my diet and go
to the gym. But the problem was, I couldn't go at normal hours, I would be too
distracted by my secret fetish, there was nothing that turned me on more than
muscle on women. So here I was, at 9pm, when there wasn't another soul around,
or so I thought.

I was on a treadmill trying to get a little cardio going when I heard some
grunts coming from the other side of the gym. This got me out of my happy
place, so I decided to have words with the meathead. What I saw when I
approached amazed me! This humungous person was deadlifting with an enormous
barbell, one that had to have been filled with 100 pound plates. I thought
this guy must have weighed well over 300 pounds, and the thing was, he was
shorter than I was, probably only 5'4, but damned if he wasn't more than twice
as wide as I was! Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if he was almost as wide as he
was tall!

I stood there transfixed as I watched this monster's repetitive motion. When
he stood up, I found that his Tank top did nothing to hide his enormous back,
which was covered with a tattoo of what looked like Angel's wings. But when he
bent down, his huge gluteus muscles seriously challenged the integrity of his
skin tight spandex shorts, his muscular bubble butt had all the right bulges,
and I involuntarily grew aroused as I looked at it. It was the best ass I've
ever seen, man or woman. I cleared my throat, and that was enough to get the
huge bodybuilder's attention, after setting the bar down to the floor, they
turned around and I saw for the first time that the person I was looking at
was actually a woman!

Sara:

The gym wasn't perfect but it had to do. The weights were kind of light and in
the day time it was mostly filled with the kind of meat head jock types that
give proper hardcore body builders a bad name. I'd finished my cardio warm up
before I even got to the gym, a several mile jog from my house in the suburbs
to the gym door. I didn't use public transport and even if I wanted to I
simply couldn't. This girl has just gotten far too big for the bus.

When Jared arrived I was just starting my first set. I loaded up the biggest
thickest bar I could find with one hundred plates to the point that when I
picked it up it sagged down at either end. The sheer size of those weights was
intoxicating. Lifting is like a drug and even before I start seeing just how
much I was going to lift made my monster she-freak muscles twitch with
excitement. They were like a starving dog given a big juicy t bone steak. They
wanted these weights. They needed them.

My smart car sized pecs wrestled against each other in my black tanktop ' rock
hard pectorals as solid and cut as diamond shifting and rippling as though
they had a life of their own. In anticipation fire-hose fat veins bloated from
boulder sized biceps to tree trunk forearms. I could feel those endorphins
already flowing through my body. I hefted the weight and let out a primal
grunt. "Gnnnnnngh!" Veins sprawled from my chest up across my tree stump neck.
I could feel it. That power. That strength!

I stopped. Someone was behind me. I could almost hear my muscles growling.
Lowering the weight with a deafening clang I turned to face him.

Jared:

I gulped as I saw the look on her face. It was like facing down a movie
monster, I couldn't move as I stood here in front of what other wise would be
my complete fantasy come true, but what was supposed to be a feeling of
exhilaration was replaced by a feeling of sheer terror. But still, my eyes
couldn't help traveling all the nooks and crannies that took up her body, and
I found that my earlier estimate of 300 pounds was not even close! Her body
looked bigger than 3 superheavyweight professional male bodybuilders put
together! If she was over 600 pounds, I wouldn't be surprised in the least. As
she thundered up to me, looking me dead in the eye while standing up to my
chin, I knew that my own 230 pounds wouldn't be adequate to even cause her the
least bit of effort if she decided to lift me.

"I'm sorry, Miss, I didn't mean to interrupt your workout. I'm new to the gym,
and well, seeing as you're the only other person here, I was hoping you'd give
me a tour of the gym." I inwardly shook my head at the lame pick-up line. She
knew it too, she literally growled at me, and I jumped back at the sound.
"You're damn right you should be sorry, I was just beginning to get a pump
from these puny weights!" She said with a low purring voice. As we stood face
to face, I took her facial features in, first of all, she wore a load of
make-up, somewhere between Goth , emo, and punk. Her lips were covered in
black lipstick, her eyes had red eye shadow around them, which went greatly
with her pale complexion and her jet black hair that had red highlights in
them. Actually, to me, her face was incredibly beautiful, her green eyes were
striking and her punk attitude was something that I kind of liked. "I'm very
sorry..." I start. "Sara, my name is Sara Drake." She says to me in another
low growl.

I took a deep breath and decided to bear my soul to her "Sara, I can't tell
you exactly why I did what I did, but now, looking at you, I can only say
this: you are without doubt, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my
life, and I hope you will forgive me and allow me to stay here and watch you
continue to work out your incredible, sexy, muscle bound body. You see, ever
since I was young, probably 11 or 12, I just really got into female muscle and
strength, and when I found the internet, a decade after that, I found all
kinds of story characters, morphs, and artwork that I thought no one could out
do in terms of pure size. But you... you not only surpass them, to blow them
completely out of the water! By the way, my name is Jared, Jared Jeffries.
It's wonderful to meet you."

Sara just stood there staring at me with an open mouth, dumbfounded at the
change of the situation.

Sara:

I didn't know what to say. Part of me just wanted to push him away and get on
with my workout but another part of me was intrigued, maybe even a little
excited at the thought of finding someone as muscle crazy as me. But that
couldn't be possible could it? Nobody was a muscle crazy as me. Sara Drake.
The girl deemed too big, too freaky to compete on the stage. The girl that
almost made one of the judges vomit at the amateur teen muscle contest.
No...nobody was as muscle crazy as me. Still he seemed like a nice guy. I'd
give him that. I guess I could use more nice guys around.

I ran my tongue over my black lip ring and looked up at him. I could see his
eyes wondering over my body, taking every inch of shredded to the bone
monster-mass. Even though my skin was pale my body was so freakishly cut, so
sculpted I didn't need some fake tan to accentuate my muscles. I was one
hundred percent hormone fed girl-beef and there wasn't the slightest scrap of
fat on me. My skin looked practically transparent and not a single inch of
this brawny bulky body was uncovered by throbbing, sausage thick monster
veins. Behind that luscious mess of black and red dyed hair my traps flared
upwards like couch pillows. An enormous cobra hood of meat that made me look
like an over roided freak of a bull.

Test number one. If he wanted muscle he was going to get muscle. I tightened
my fist. My veins surged with blood and bulged powerfully, becoming
disgustingly fat. I lifted my arm and flexed hard and my true freakish size
erupted right before his very eyes. He never knew what hit him. KABOOM! Those
countless muscles upon muscles exploded into the flex, surging upward past my
clenched straining fist into a gargantuan vein riddled mound of pure she-beef.
The smallest of my veins even bloated outward as thick as a hose pipes,
squirming like angry anacondas and threatening to rupture if I flexed any
harder.

Jared:

Jesus H. Christ! I mean I should've guessed that those huge arms would've
produced such prodigious biceps, but damn, seeing it in front of my own eyes
was just too much! My eyes were wide open with awe, wonder, lust, and even
though my penis had gone soft from before, when I thought I was going to be
killed by this hugely muscular woman, it shot right back up and in a second
shot a load bigger than I've ever shot in my whole adult life! This bicep in
front of my face, well, it was much bigger than my head! If I could put
anything on it, it looked like she had a full basketball topped by a soccer
ball, then topped again by a tennis ball, that's how big it was, damn I wish I
had a measuring tape with me at the time, I had no doubt that the World's
largest bicep was presented right in front of my eyes, but I would've just
liked to have seen the orders of magnitude that the previous record had been
beaten by.

Luckily I was wearing black shorts, so my accident wasn't readily apparent,
but the moan that escaped my lips, not to mention the shaking of my body in my
orgasmic lust couldn't help but get her attention.

"Mmmm, I guess he's telling the truth, I guess he does like these tiny little
muscles."

I nodded, unable to speak as the biggest and hardest orgasm I've ever had was
still making it's way through my body. I looked up at her from down on my
knees, and this massive girl just blocked out the rest of the room from this
perspective, her TV sized pecs, her double doorway wide shoulders, her traps
that crowned over her head, she was like the living embodiment of a character
by Mr. Shhh, cranked up to 11! I panted heavily as I looked in her eyes, I saw
a sparkle of happiness in their glimmering emerald irises. And a sparkle of
something else... desire perhaps?

Sara:

I took a step back and looked him straight in the eyes. He really was getting
turned on by those puny little baby muscles. I laughed and lifted a finger to
brush a rogue strand of red highlighted hair from my eye. My bicep bulged
threatening to split my drum taut pale skin. His eyes widened.

"If you get that turned on by these little things..." I started with a lick of
my lips, tongue lingering over that pitch black lip ring. "I'm not even sure
you could handle me at half pump let alone full size. You have no idea just
how fucking huge I can get Jared. This girl you see before you is a ninety
pound weakling compared to the real muscle beast just waiting to burst free."
I rubbed my swollen thighs together and let out a low deep moan. "You can't
handle it."

I turned away from him back to that comically overloaded bar on the floor.
"Fuck! These baby weights are too small to get monster pumped." I gave Jared a
sensual little pout and picked up the bar in my hands. The rattling of plates
crashing against plates echoed through the cavernous gym. The bar bent further
and further threatening to snap as I lifted it up. "What do you say I smash
out some monster bicep curls?" I asked Jared as a small smirk spread across my
full lips.

I grunted with brute effort and started pumping away furiously. Thick veins
squirmed down my forehead. I clenched my teeth and snarled, hissing out, spit
flying as I powered through. With every rep my muscles were bloating thicker
and more strained. I could feel my skin getting almost painfully taut and more
and more veins were throbbing viciously across my straining limbs. I was
transforming before his very eyes. The pain excruciating and yet as addictive
as any drug. I didn't want to stop. I never wanted to stop. My body just kept
growing denser and thicker. I snarled. Roared. Screaming veins spread across
every inch of my body in three dimension. Anyone else would of blacked out
from the pain but with each rep I only wanted more.

Jared:

I looked on in utter awe as Sara picked up a weight that was so huge that it
made my biggest lift in the gym ever look laughable in comparison. A weight
that looked like it was heavy enough to outweigh a standard car and not only
dead lifted it, but she curled the friggin' thing to her chest! I watched in
stunned silence as she slowly, but inevitably curled the weight a second time,
then a third time, her arms becoming so incredibly huge, so pumped, that I was
scared her skin was going to split open at any second like a peanut, letting
the rock hard innards out. Hell, rock hard doesn't do them justice, they look
so solid, so strong that I wouldn't doubt for a second that they could take an
armor piercing bullet without any damage.

Sara was roaring, screaming, drooling saliva down her chin as she continued to
painfully pump a weight that I'm sure wasn't supposed to ever be curled, but
right in front of me, a girl was curling it, a girl that had biceps taller
than her own head, pecs probably could've hidden a ruler in them length wise.
Shoot, not even a ruler, maybe even a yardstick those things were so wide and
thick, I may have been able to put my arm in there and not get my fingers to
hit her sternum! That's how friggin' inside this girl's muscularture was! She
made Monstra look like a tiny little prissy girl, and by extension, Monstra's
main rival, Gargantua too. And she's telling me that she hasn't even come
close to reaching her full size!

I watched in amazement that bar starting to get lighter as she continued to
pump it for rep after rep, the bar groaning in protest as it was carrying more
weight than it was ever designed to. Sara was doing the impossible, doing
things that only occurred in the most warped story writer's minds, she was
growing right in front of my eyes and it seemed she wasn't even close to
having any conceivable limits! It seemed like forever since the last time I
spoke, so I cleared my throat to make sure I still had a voice. Then I started
shouting encouragement to the female colossus in front of me.

"Feel that pump, Sara! Do it slow, do it agonizingly slow to really tear those
arms to shreds! I want to see those biceps put on ten inches tonight! Do it
for me, babe, get bigger, get so much bigger for your Jared!"

Sara:

I gritted my teeth so hard I thought they were going to snap. My face was a
strained red bloated mess of veins and running dark make up. The room around
me seemed to fade away into blackness as my focus intensified. I could only
hear Jared urging me on. Ten inches? Fuck that I was going for twenty! I
screamed and started to slow down my reps. It was agonizing, like lava was
being pumped through my sausage-fat veins. "Gnnnnnngh!"

My hands were shaking. Veins had spread down to my knuckles and the weight was
starting to rattle in my hands. My body was screaming for me to give up but I
just pushed that aside, locked it up and threw away the key. I didn't care
that at that very moment my muscles were practically ripping apart. I had
weight to curl. Inches to pack on. With every painstaking, brutal, vein
busting curl my muscles got bigger and denser. The freakish feathering of
razor sharp cut hair thin striations grew more and more obscene. My thickening
forearms looked inhuman. Those bloated monster veins looking like angry
anacondas thrashing underneath my taut skin.

I growled and spat. Sweat poured like a waterfall from my brow as the veins
across my forehead went painfully blue and grew fatter and fatter threatening
to rupture. I huffed and snarled. My mass exploded like an atom bomb surging
out into mountains of shredded to the bone monster-meat. My tank top
disintegrated within seconds leaving me topless, snarling and gasping. Green
eyes filled with muscle obsessed fury and unbreakable intensity.

Jared:

As I looked at the display in front of me, I couldn't help but feel almost
sickened by it, I mean the amount of massive, bulging muscle was a delight to
my eyes, but Sara's conditioning was so extreme that even her face was a
rictus of striations and veins all over it, her jaw line looked like she
could've bitten straight through concrete if given the opportunity! The
intensity of her deep green eyes as she lifted this huge weight inexorably,
for more than a hundred reps, probably without even her noticing, was almost
scary, I hoped that I would never have to face those eyes in anger, because I
knew she had the power to snuff the life out of me with ease, but I knew her
whole thought was on growing, growing for me, growing for her, putting so much
muscle on her frame that it made the Incredible Hulk look puny in comparison,
not that she didn't do that already, I just knew her mind was on getting even
bigger.

"Sara! You're doing great, look at those biceps bulge, but they're still so
puny, they barely turn me on at all! Come on, put more effort into it girl!"

She looked up at me incredulously, probably wondering what the hell I was
talking about, after all, if you put the two biggest male bodybuilders' biceps
together it still wouldn't come up to three-fourths of her arm's mass! But
this seemed to motivate her even more as she picked up the intensity of her
curls, her whole body shaking with a combination of pain and pleasure as she
felt her incredibly huge, unrivaled biceps get even bigger, thanks to me and
my encouragement, she was blasting past all her previous records. Her tank top
fell to the floor and I went to pick it up, I looked at the tag on the back:
XXXXXXL! 6XL! Jesus Christ! I looked back up at her amazed, she blew out of a
6XL tank top and seemingly still had room to grow!

"Sara, see this tank top? This is nothing compared to how big I want you to
get, this may be a 6XL top, but damn it, I don't want you to stop working out
tonight until you can burst out of an 8XL top, do you get me?!?! I want to see
a 9XL top strained to its fullest, I want to see you fill out a 10XL top by
the time your next birthday comes around. By the way, I'm a little curious,
I'm 30 years old, exactly how old will you be when your next birthday comes
around, my dear?"

Sara:

I screamed and stomped my foot causing the gym to shake and rattle. Tears
streamed down my cheeks as I worked myself into a muscle frenzy. I could hear
the metal of the bar crunching as my fingers tensed. I snorted and stomped my
foot like a bull. I looked straight ahead to that pathetic puny vision in the
mirror and spat. She was so weak. Nothing like what I could become. I was
going to give Jared everything he wanted and more. My lips curled into a
snarl, gnashing my teeth like a wild beast about to attack it's prey. My
fingers tightened crushing the bar and with a roar I lifted that bar overhead
and ripped it apart like it was made of wet paper.

It was like someone just shot a tanker load of the most insane fast acting
growth hormones into me. The primal act of ripping that bar and dumping those
weights on the floor turned my muscles into a bubbling cauldron of growth.
With in seconds of ripping that bar my muscles inflated bigger that n even I
could of ever imagined. I looked into the mirror and saw this beast woman
staring back at me. Hair a mess. Veins scrawled across her face and muscle
piled upon muscle. Jared had helped me work myself into such a muscle frenzy I
even terrified myself. Those huge traps looming over my head. My shoulders
broader and thicker. I was now completely naked and so vascular it was hard to
even work out where one vein began and another started. My shredded meat
looked inhuman, alien to my eyes and yet I loved it. I loved that I was scared
of my own grotesque form. Muscles beyond my fucking imagination.

"Mmmm yes now this is real muscle." I purred out getting turned on by my own
Frankensteinian form. "This is how a muscle girl should look." I turned to
Jared. Barely able to see him over my heaving pecs. "I'm seventeen." I said
proudly knowing that right now I was the most unearthly ripped teenage beast
on the planet. "I'll be eighteen on the twenty seventh of January." I looked
down to the weight bar I'd ripped in half, parts of it were jagged where the
rip wasn't clean. The plates had fallen off in the fury and were scattered
across the floor, dents firmly planted into the wood. "I'm going to need a new
gym." I said with a chuckle and gave Jared a wink.

Jared:

"Seventeen?!!? Holy shit! What, how?! I can't believe you're not even legal,
yet you pack more muscle on your frame than 4 Male bodybuilders put together!"
My mouth is wide open as I look at Sara, I can't help it, because the
immediate area is filled with her body, as far as I can see, because she's now
at least 8 feet wide, and if I had to guess at least 7 feet thick! The
revelation of Sara's age almost blinded me to the fact that she had grown
huger, in just an instant, my dreams of seeing her eclipse 8XL came true,
hell, I would venture to guess that a 10XL shirt would be stretched skin tight
as I looked Sara up and down, licking my lips like she was a steak dinner.

She was just standing there, not flexing, but looking like she was, because
her body was fully pumped to the absolute extreme, even her face was still
crawling with veins running all over it as she breathed deeply with both
exhaustion and seeming arousal as she continued to look at herself in the
mirror, the mirror itself was 7 feet across, but even as wide as it was, her
shoulders couldn't be seen in their totality on either side. I came up behind
her as she stood in front of the mirror and she blocked me out completely, I'm
6'2, but her traps were peaking so far over her head that I couldn't see
myself in the mirror, I reached my hands out and cupped her lats from behind,
feeling their hardness, I moved my hands around, marveling at the cuts,
feeling the veins, trying to compress blood vessels the size of hoses with my
fingers and failing, even her veins were stronger than a normal human being
could possibly be! I leaned in and kissed her shoulder muscles, and I heard
her moan.

"But Jared, what about the age difference, you won't be able to have me for
another couple of weeks, when I'm legal." I chuckled. "Sara, you are my
absolute dream girl, I'd die if I had to wait another 2 weeks to make you feel
like the perfect woman that I know you are. We can do it here, now, no one
would ever have to know except me and you, and once you do turn 18, I would be
honored to bring you out in front of the whole World and tell them that you,
Sara Drake, are the only one that I could ever love from that point forward,
and I would ask you in public, to be my wife. And if anyone has a problem with
that, they can shove it. I love you, that's all that matters."

"But you just love my muscles, you don't know about what I'm really like." She
exclaimed with uncertainty, the first time I've seen her unsure of herself.
"Don't worry about that, either, I have seen your personality in our time
together, you're driven, but you're also generous, you're also fiercely
passionate, you weren't just growing your body for yourself, but you wanted to
for me, I encouraged you and you grew immediately, don't you see, we're meant
to be together! I love you for your whole being, your body, your mind, your
soul."

Sara's muscles calmed down to the point where I could see her eyes, which were
moist, I could see a little bit of her mouth and it was smiling, tears of joy
joined the sweat and her black mascara as it dribbled down her face. I hugged
as much of her as I could and she tried hugging me too, but her pecs and arms
were so big that they couldn't work their way past each other, but that was
okay, I hugged her as hard as I could for both of us!

The End... for now.