Homeworkout

Sabrina and myself, Anna, were muscle ladies of the highest order.


Sabrina slipped her perfectly manicured hands around my hard balled-up biceps
as I cranked out yet another agonising barbell curl.
There was 150lbs on the bar and this was my third set of 10. My biceps were
burning, the veins criss-crossing my bulging muscle were hard, pumping fit to
burst, and my whole body was shaking with the maximum effort I was putting
into every curl. But I knew I could do it - Sabrina's hands on my powerful
guns always gave me that superhuman feeling and enabled me to pump out those
extra reps.
"Come on musclegirl!" she whispered from behind "build those bi's! I don't
want to be seen hanging out with no girlie wimp. We're the Muscle Sisters,
remember - so pump that iron harder! You're getting bigger all the time babe!"
It was agony making the 10, but Sabrina's sexy words of encouragement and her
hands caressing my arms meant I knew I could do it.
Sabrina loved my arms, I knew it. She loved the power, and the sheer
frightening size. She loved the hardness and the way the peak just popped out
big as life everytime I flexed. And she loved my vascularity - the harder I
pumped the louder she squealled!
It was often hard to know what we liked best....feeling each others' pumped up
physique, with a squeeze of encouragement here or a body-boosting caress
there, or having one's own muscles massaged and sexily stroked during a
particularly tough session.
I'd better explain. Sabrina and myself, Anna, were muscle ladies of the
highest order.
We knew that fully pumped and iron hard our muscles disgusted most people,
especially women - we were just too big and too outrageous. But we also knew
our amazing bods turned on a great many other girls! And we loved that almost
as much as we loved how we looked.
Squeezing into tiny stretch dresses almost too small to fit our muscled bodies
then walking into bars was one of our favourite head turners. But there was
really nothing to top the beach where we would slip into almost none-existent
bikinis and gleefully oil each other up slowly and sexily before grabbing the
dumb-bells we always carried and pumping away. You could guarantee every guy's
eyes for miles around would be glued to our bods as we heaved the weights with
the sun glistening off our over-sized and over-pumped up muscles. Fantastic
sexy fun!
Of course we hadn't always been the MuscleSisters.
Back in 89 we were just two plain old bored girlfriends Sabrina, blonde and
5ft, me black-haired and 5foot six inches.
Sabrina had just got married to Grant. Nice enough guy but high-flyer, never
ever at home. But he was VERY rich!
Sab moved into a mansion after she was married - a mansion in which Guy had
fitted a complete heavyweight gym. He had worked out quite a bit but was so
rarely at home the equipment was falling into disrepair. That is until Sabrina
saw a picture of Tonya Knight and decided she wanted a bod just like hers.
But she didn't want to do it alone and that's where I came in.
I was pretty out of shape and it seemed like a good idea. I didn't really want
muscles because I had been conditioned to believe they weren't sexy or
feminine. That changed!
In the first few weeks we researched our workouts by reading women's
bodybuilding mags and became more and more enthralled with the idea of
musclebuilding. 
Then after a few early light workouts we started piling on the weight and
finally both experienced our first PUMP! I had done some flyes then quickly
went over to the bench and pressed three sets of eight. After the third I got
up and felt - _ mean really felt - my "pecs" for the first time in my life. My
chest felt twice its normal size, and powerful as hell!
"Christ Sabrina! I think I'm pumped! Feel how hard my chest is."
She felt....it was hard....and Sabrina wanted hers to feel that hard too.
She took to the bench and pumped and pumped until she too felt the blood
filling out her pecs like never before. We switched to barbell curls followed
by concentration curls - and for the first time ever I saw a vaguely defined
bicep in my upper arm! We were hooked.
In 1989 Tonya Knight's size looked an impossible aim.
By 1995 she looked like a little fitness model by the side of Sab and me.
We became obsessed, working out heavier and heavier, four and five times per
week. We ate diets which would have killed other girls and we took whatever we
could get our hands on to get bigger and bigger and harder and harder. 
We were devoted to bodybuilding - looking forward to every workout, delighted
when we added an extra half inch to our arms or found a a few more pounds to a
lift.
I loved the feel of my new body. I would catch myself absent-mindedly but
satisfiedly running a hand over my rippling abdomen or sometimes flex my big
big arms just for the pride of watching the peak.
But it wasn't only my growing new body I loved. It took maybe four months of
heavy and serious training before I realised half the reason I enjoyed pumping
iron so much was watching my girlfriend's emerging muscles as she grunted and
heaved the weights around.
Sabrina had amazing genetics. It was obvious from the early days she was
developing a Paula Suzikiesque bod-type - all mighty shoulders and arms, no
waist and super heavy quads. 
But she was far prettier than Paula S. She had raven black hair the running
down to the small of her back, a deep tan, beautiful big green eyes and was
always perfectly made up. She was 5' 7" tall but with her massive muscles was
tipping the scales at 195lbs.
I was blonde, well dyed blonde, and also 5ft 7ins but I currently weighed in
at 210 ripped pounds of female muscle. I loved the way I looked and so did
Sabrina.
Exhausted I dropped the heavy bar to the ground, grunting like an animal. My
arms felt ready to drop off but I loved that feeling...I knew it meant even
more muscle even bigger biceps.
And I knew that bicep curls meant the end of the session....or rather the
start of our favourite bit - posing.
Guy had thoughtfully lined the gym with full length mirrors and it was easy to
get carried away during workouts. But to prevent this and add to the build-up
of excitement we always trained in fleecy tracksuits done up to the neck.
But underneath we wore the sexiest posing bikinis we could find and as soon as
the work was done we slipped gleefully out of the tracksuits.
Sabrina pulled hers slowly over her head exposing the most rippling set of abs
I thought existed anywhere on the planet. It was as if flat plates of metal
had been insterted under her taut tanned skin while a handful of veins emerged
from the top of her sparkling green bikini pants and traced their vascularity
over her stomach. Above those ridges of muscle a deep cleavage was etched out
with a thousand straiations cutting through the slabs of muscle making Sab's
king size pecs look like they'd been vacuum packed. As the tracksuit came over
her head her pumped-up arms were exposed, bending at right angles and peaking
effortlessly. They looked beautiful. Sabrina's biceps were so huge she was now
unable to touch her shoulder. Fortunately if she needed those cannonball
shoulders touching I was more than willing to do it for her! As she pulled the
sleeves from her arms thick cables of muscles danced around her mighty triceps
- she knew I was enjoying the show and squeezed her arms harder and harder -
it was all I could do to keep my hands off them.
She slipped her hands down inside her tracksuit pants and sexily gyrated her
hips before turning around and bending over as she pulled down her clothing.
Jesus what an ass! Sabrina had glutes to die for. Perfectly curved, girly and
womanly, but hard as iron.
I couldn't wait any longer and ripped off my own tracksuit ready for our
posedown.
Pumped, massive, and side by side staring into the mirrors we were two of the
most awsome pieces of female muscle on the planet.
"Lat spread" said Sabrina before slowly, slowly crunching her shoulders and
forcing her back wider and wider. I ran an appreciative hand slowly across the
muscled width of her back, still glistening with beads of sweat - "mmmm!" we
both murmured.