BEGINNERS LUCK
By Rulla
Kylie and Rulla


I had never been to a proper gym before. Sure I'd trained, for years, but at
school and college. I'd been a gymnast until the age of 16, then for the last
two years just trained to keep in shape and keep the flexibility and muscle
tone.

But recently a boyfriend of mine showed me a copy of a female muscle magazine
and I was staggered. The names, Annie Rivieccio, Kim Chizevsky, Jitka
Harazimova, sounded incredibly exotic, but it was the pictures which really
opened my eyes! The cover showed Zuzana Korinkova proudly flexing her right
bicep. I'd never seen such muscles on a woman. Her arm must have been 17 inches
around, thickly veined and scary looking. Her abdominals were plates of muscle
under skin that looked as thin as clingfilm, her thighs flared out massively
from a tiny lycra skirt squeezed around her tiny waist.... and her chest -
granite hard and seemingly bursting through the cut-off top - screamed power
and shouted to be stared at. That beautiful physique was the payback for years
of pumping iron.

I immediately knew I wanted to look like Zuzana - only bigger!
But I was leaving school, which meant joining a gym.
Which is where we came in.
When I signed up I was told to come for an early morning session with gym
instructor Kylie.
I arrived, changed into a fashionable clingy blue 'body' and white lycra
cycling shorts, then tied my blonde hair back, and walked into the gym.
It was empty save for the tons and tons of cold iron and inspirational
pictures of mega-muscle, male and female, all over the walls.
This was where my quest to become a real muscle maiden would start.
Suddenly I heard a slightly timid sounding voice behind me saying: "Hello, you
must be Trixie."
Strange that such a tiny voice could emerge from such a mountain of a woman.
Kylie was huge. She must have stood six feet tall and weighed 170lbs at least.
I had never seen such a huge woman.
She had long brown hair, plaited, and wore a fleecy black two piece track suit
which gave no indication of the body which lay beneath.
She was pretty though and smiled a lot - but there were little indications,
the way the veins stood out on her hands and wrists, and the way her traps
bulged menacingly from the wide open neck of the track suit, that this was one
hell of a body. I knew Kylie was the kind of serious muscle-mad bodybuilder I
wanted to be.
She suggested we warmed up and as we stretched and rowed I noticed her
sneaking a look now and again at my own muscles, which while no where near
bodybuilder level, were taut, firm and quite well defined.
"So you want to be a female bodybuilder?" Kylie asked half politely, half
mockingly.
"Yes, I do, I want muscles as big as Zuzana Korinkova"
"That's good. We get too many girls who just want to keep fit in here. I only
really take time with the women who know what pumping iron is all about."
We started with some squats. I wanted to train heavy so as not to let her
down, feeling every fibre of my thighs aching as I ground out eight, nine,
ten.

Then Kylie, showing off, upped the bar to just short of 400lbs, and heaved it
up - grunting, snorting, her pretty face screwed up in pain, but refusing to
be beaten.

On we went, leg curls, leg extensions, calf raises - I could feel power
surging with every pump. My quads seemed to balloon in size and feel hard as
iron and I was only training with a fraction of what Kylie was using. God
knows what all this weight was doing to her muscles under that shapeless
tracksuit. But with every grunt I was ever more eager to find out.

As if to prove that wishes do come true Kylie suddenly ripped off her track
suit top throwing it disdainfully into the corner. She had on a tight red top
with a short zip between her mighty pecs. The straps seemed to be crying out
for help, stretched to the limit over a massive back and lats which they were
never designed for! From a deep V under her collar bone stretched two
mountainous plains of pectoral muscle. From a valley between them sprang
beautiful rows of striations which glistened with sweat and danced teasingly
everytime she moved her arms. But the rocks of muscle led down to real and
firm breasts. I'd seen bodybuilders with just slabs of muscle under their
posing bikinis - which I thought looked gorgeous - but Kylie, for all her
muscles still had a pair of breasts most women would kill for. Lucky cow!
She showed me how to bench press correctly, but she was using 280lbs and
heaving it up like it was made of paper. This session had become a female
bodybuiling masterclass and we both knew it.

We moved on to cable crossovers and I nearly fainted. I don't know if it was
the hard work shifting more weight than I was used to or the sight of everyone
of Kylie's muscles straining as she brought her mighty arms together over her
eye-popping chest. With every rep her chest seemed to get bigger, harder and
more vascular. Thick lines of veins ran from the crook of her arm over her
peaking biceps across shoulders the size and hardness of bowling balls to the
plateaus of meaty muscle on he chest. They seemed to be pumping power to the
mega muscles of this amazon bodybuilder.

I sat down, exhausted, but exhillarated. Not only was I on the way to female
muscledom but my teacher was the strongest, prettiest muscliest woman I had
ever seen - even in the mags!
"Let's call it a day" I said.
"Not just yet," said Kylie, "If you're going to be a bodybuilder you have to
learn how to pose."
She turned away from me, her back bare, bronzed, and rippled with deep
crevases of shocking muscle.She balled her fists and stuck them into her taut
side abs before slowly...slowly,,,slowly beginning to spread her lats. Her
back grew wider and wider,  WIDER AND WIDER....in a beautiful flowing movement
with seemed to take forever. She looked like a female Arnie! Just huge.
Adrenalin was shooting around my body again and I realised I wasn't just
impressed by Kylie's frightening mass - I was turned on by it.
It was muscle heaven! 
Suddenly she stuck her arms out at 90 degrees and turned them ever so slowly
so the triceps snaked and built up. I was beginning to get damp myself,
panting quickly.
She started bringing her forarms up into a rear double bi shot. Her shoulders
bulged almost up to her ears - wiggling sexily. Her triceps bulged downwards,
hard and curved and cut, but best of all those beautiful boulder sized biceps
peaked heaven wards. I had never seen a woman look so beautiful and so
disgusting at the same time. I swear her biceps looked as awesome as Arnie's
at his Olympia peak.

Still crunching the pose Kylie said: "If you're going to build muscles you'd
beter know what they feel like!" and invited me to run my hands over the peaks
which were at once hard as crystal yet warm. There were deep gulleys of
muscles in her arm where each bit connected to the next bit. I felt
privileged to feel up close two of the greatest female musclebuilder's guns I
have ever seen.
Well, that was just the first workout.....and that was seven years ago.
I still train with Kylie (she's bigger than ever) but I have my own muscles
now!
But that's another story.....