The Aggressive Female
By MuscleLover
A woman tells about her experiences of becoming strong and muscular




	As a woman bodybuilding has been wonderful.  When my boyfriend asked
me to start lifting with him, I never imagined how strong I would become.  My
athletic life and years growing up on a farm helped to lay the foundation for
explosive muscularity.  Jack bought me a membership at the club he had been
working out at for the last six year.  He was quite embarrassed when he tested
my strength and dimensions.  It took him a full year to get to the level of
power and size that I was naturally starting out with.  Could this have been
an indication of how blasted I could become? You sure bet it was.  I pushed
really hard to see if I had a chance at catching Jack within a ten year
period.  My dream was to have muscles like his:  Ones that stood out, flexed
with each step, and packed a lot of power behind them.  My fanatical lifting
caused almost instant results and growth.  Overall in the first seven weeks
my body had a 25% strength surge.  Another large boost was my ego.  The sport
of weight lifting was my success story.  Soon my weights increased and so did
the new muscle.  Frequently, I would stand nude in front of a mirror just to
admire my new body.  The rising biceps were beautiful, the hard thighs ready
for a fight, the bulging calves, and my washboard abs caused me the most joy,
well almost.  My glee exploded as my pectorals became firmer causing my tits
to stand straight out.  The thud from my fists caused me to feel dominant
like a man.  A deep primal urge came over me.  I wanted to dominate a man in
a fight.
	Jimmy was a high school student at my gym.  He was attractive but not
ripped and muscular.  Although he did have a solid build.  I challenged him
to a fight in a private room.  His eyes lit up at the chance to get his hands
on an attractive woman.  After stripping down to my bikini, Jimmy was allowed
to feel my muscles.  He stroked my arms and back then my abs and actually
pressed my pecs together.  He was making me feel good and hard at the same
time.  The last joy was when he gripped my buttocks and pressed my hips
against his.  When his hands slipped under the fabric, my attack began.  A
quick knee to the groin followed by a hard right to the chin knocked my
opponent down.  "How absolutely delightful," I thought.  In a hurry I pulled
him off the floor and bounced his head off a corner pole.  My zeal and
ferociousness continued as I pummelled him with punches and vicious holds.
 To my surprise I enjoyed seeing my victim in pain.  My fun was not over.  In
a sexual burst of energy I pulled down my panties and planted my butt on
Jimmy's face.  What could be better than masturbating with a "willing"
admirer?  He didn't want to fight anymore so his tongue probed deeply to
satisfy my desires.  His plan backfired when I hit orgasm and coated his face
with hot, sticky fluid.  Afterwards my lust for more power led me to slam
weights for two hours.
	My frame became so buff that several women in the gym came to me for
advice and training.  Several were in there late teens and early to late
twenties.  The style I used was very useful to bringing out more size in my
"students."  Each girl loved the new energy levels and power they were
gaining. One of my new friends was Jenny.  She was 18 and grew up on a farm.
 I noticed her big smile and numerous freckles.  And her curves were amazing.
 I kind of envied her large breasts.  Jenny asked for my help in making her
strong and powerful.  When she removed her measurements, I was astounded at
her physique.  She looked like a heroine.  Broad shoulders spread into a
strong back and highly toned arms dropped to her sides and abs were flat and
solid.  Most notably her breasts blossomed with firmness and a nicely shaped
pecs.  She saw my surprised smile and removed her pants to complement the
upper body with tight thighs and hard calves.  "I didn't say I was weak.  It
just that my 110 pound weight set at home is not challenging me anymore.  I
want muscles to rival your own.  My desire is to be ripped and able to hold
my own in fights with men."
	Jenny's great genetics and extremely hard work began to show results
within a month.  Fast muscle growth allowed her start wrestling her
boyfriend. At first it was just rough play.  Then came Jenny's aggression.
 After a brutal two hour workout she would lead her man to the ring for a
good time.  Her skin tight bikinis showed off her strong physique.  Jenny
loved to place numerous holds on Tim.  Hard headlocks made him cringe in
pain, while bearhugs lifted him off the floor.  Usually he put up a good
fight, but soon found it more and more difficult to spread his love's arms.
 From behind he would try to pull her folded arms apart.  The power he place
was easily noticed as Jenny's arms swelled to compensate.  Tim eventually
moved on and Jenny continued to lift thinking she would be too soft for the
next opponent.  She was a beefy girl and began to challenge me in the leg and
delt departments.  Even after her pecs blasted out four inches her breasts
were still two sizes larger than mine.  Jenny was my best friend and
eventually overtook me in size and power.
	Tammy was another admirer or my growing body.  Her marriage had
plenty of sex; however she tired of being dominated by her husband.  He never
gave it to her the right way and she couldn't stay on top for long.  My
recommendation was to work her upper body into a beautiful muscular tone.
 This took quite a bit of training but slowly she hardened up enough to be
treated with more respect from George.  The next goal turned out to be
easier.  I punched her quads to find some resistance but not enough to give
her any advantage in bed. Therefore, the focus became heavy lifting with
squats and presses.  Her butt and thighs thickened and gave her greater
strength and desire to have rough sex.  In fact her new sex drive was
refocused into lifting for faster muscle growth.  Her flexibility enhanced
and she became a hotshot in bed.  Once she was tough enough to mount George,
she would not let him out until complete satisfaction was guaranteed.  He
complained to me and I told him she was going to get much stronger and he
might as well start lifting, too.
	Seeing Tammy progress made me feel I could do better than Jack.  My
original goal of overcoming his strength only took me three years.  Now it
was my turn to roar as an unstoppable woman.  The night I decided to dump him
was going to be fun and quite vicious.  One evening Jack complained at all
the time I spent at the gym.  I was very angry and stood up to show him just
how aggressive I could be.  My shirt was strained with my flaring muscles so
I just ripped it the rest of the way and pulled him out of his seat.  "Too
bad you haven't treated these muscles as the best things on the planet.  Now
they will make our break-up clear and memorable." I shredded his shirt and
yanked him to my breathtaking chest.  His groan on impact made me very glad.
 Slowly I raised my arms against Jack's resistance.  A double biceps pose
showed a clear inch advantage for me.  I felt like a school child and wanted
to be the dominator.  The next step was to give my guy a wedgie so hard that
his underwear ripped off and he hit the floor in pain.  Already he appeared
to be bowing to me.  It wasn't going to be that easy.  My unforgiving nature
set in as I gripped his waist from behind and lifted him over my head.  That
took serious effort; but seeing my legs spreading in all directions caused me
to spin around and toss him to a couch.  After removing the rest of my
clothes, I pounced on him and quickly wedged his poor head between my quads.
 Inch by inch I slithered up until my crotch met his mouth.  Then,
unexpectedly, I bounce with glee and warned him to start licking or face
deep scratches and bruises.  My anger grew as Jack failed to bring me to
climax.  My decision was to no longer have sexual fun but abusive fun.
 Luckily I was in his house and didn't fear breaking anything.  A brutal
headlock kept his head at thigh level so I could run and force him to hit
things like lamps which broke on contact with the force.  Eventually he
turned the tables and spread my arms apart.  Next, he rammed me up against a
wall.  He smiled and grabbed my hips in an attempt to take me sexually.  I
also grabbed his hips and picked him up a few inches and then ran full speed
into a china cabinet.  Shelves and expensive plates were smashed.  My
boredom overcame me and the battle was ended by surrounding his sore neck
with my 25 inch thighs.  I revelled in my freedom as a female to be independent
and make my own choices in who I was going to date or break up with.
	After a while extreme loneliness started to set in and I wanted to
find a man to settle down with.  My dating life picked up and was a lot of
fun. My rough nature kept several men away but led me the better choices. My
ideal date was cooking a steak dinner then fooling around for dessert.  Each
time I would unbutton the top three and wait for the guy to mention how sexy
I looked. That was my cue to "accidentally" forget to bring out dessert and
plop
myself in his lap.  Each man was surprised in a different way.  Some at my
sexuality and others at how defined my chest was.  "Wow, you pecs must be as
large as mine," was a common expression.  Removing my shirt seductively I
would reply, "Yes and the rest of my upper body isn't so bad either.  A double
biceps pose started my challenge to the lucky guy.  "How strong do you think
I am.  Why don't you try and take me."  Several dates left with broken egos
while others eked out wins and all the rewards of having a new friend to
fool around with.  Ed was the first man to take me quite literally.  His
response was removing his shirt and wrestling me to the ground.  After an
hour he took off my clothes and carried me into the bedroom.  Instead of
unzipping his pants he buried his face in my crotch and probed deeply with
his tongue.  I am embarrassed to say the he made me come several times.  It
felt great but, the impressiveness of this man made me shout with glee. This
turned out to be the man for me.  Ever since I have gotten bigger and bigger
and he has enjoyed it immensely.