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2010-03-14T22:42:00.001-07:00

Just what it says. More stories on the way, true believer.

A bookshelf of my very own.

2010-02-21T15:19:00.001-08:00

I have my own bookshelf at Diana The Valkyrie.

Thanks a lot, everyone, for reading my stories.

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2010-02-15T22:14:00.001-08:00

Two days after submission, my latest stories are the top two viewed stories on Diana the Valkyrie's website, with nearly 1500 hits each.

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Stephanie II

2010-02-14T14:28:00.000-08:00

This is chapter two of the encounter between myself and Stephanie, my girlfriend's personal trainer.

Stephanie and I drove back to Karen’s condo in silence. Here I am, being driven home by my girl’s trainer, after she’s just grabbed my junk and forced herself on me. I thought to myself, Karen must know about this, right. “Stephan – “ I started. “Mark, shut your mouth,” she said, cutting me off. “No talking. I’m thinking about what we’re going to do, don’t make me lose focus. You don’t want to make me lose focus, it’ll make me angry. You don’t want that, Mark.” God, the intensity in this woman was frightening. It was exhilarating at the same time, but scary, too.

We got to Karen’s condo quickly. Stephanie grabbed her bag out of the back seat, threw on a hoodie, grabbed my bag, and walked inside. Stephanie stood facing me in Karen’s living room. “Stephanie, where’s Karen? What’s going on? This is all fucked up, what’s going on?” Stephanie stared me down, and smiled. “Don’t worry, Mark, because it’s not really up to you,” Stephanie said to me. “Karen told me to pick you up from the airport, she told me to bring you back to her condo. Last month she told me that you thought my body was sexy, and she told me to bring you back here and videotape you worshiping my body.” “I don’t believe you,” I said to her. “I told you I wanted to call her, this is really freaky Stephanie, what the fuck?” “Wow,” Stephanie said. “You are so lucky, Karen knows you so well. She told me to do it this way, because you’d be uptight like this, and it’ll be much better video.” She stared at me.

She walked towards me, eyes on my eyes the entire time. Her stare was intense, and intimidating. I had seen her body once before, and unless it looked completely different, Stephanie and I both knew she could make short work of me if she wanted to. As she walked towards me she pulled her tear away pants off, revealing her legs. She kept staring at me as she walked towards me. Stephanie was ripped to shreds. She wasn’t very bulky, but her entire body was tight and toned; I remember the separations in her legs, arms, shoulders, and abs being stark. Veins ran up and down her body like little cables. Stephanie wasn’t bulky like a heavy bodybuilder, but her body was all muscle, intimidating, and sexy as hell.

I looked down at my cock, growing and bulging at the thought of what was probably about to happen, and then stared at her legs. Her legs were cut to pieces; her quads bulged out near her waist and tapered down like triangles towards her knees. I could see lines running through them, they snapped with each slow step she took. “You think your girlfriend’s legs are strong?” Stephanie barked at me. “She and I lift together all the time Mark. Karen is stronger than you, but I put her ass to shame with a squat bar and on a hip sled. My legs could crack your ribs Mark, easily.”

I swallowed hard at the thought of that. There really wasn’t much I could do. Stephanie was stronger than I was, and looked determined to do whatever it was she was going to do. The determination and confidence in her eyes was powerful, and eerie. “Are you thinking about it more?” she said to me, “are you realizing there isn’t anything you can do but worship my powerful body? What are you going to do Mark, run away from me? I’ll catch you for sure, and, do you really want to? Karen told me that you thought I was sexy, don’t you want to feel my muscles up close, lick them, suck on my nipples while I bounce my tits for you? I’m going to wrap my legs around you and squeeze you, big guy. Your arms are bigger than mine, but don’t be deceived, I’m stronger than you. Do you think you can beat me in armwrestling? I’ll let you use both arms if one of yours isn’t enough.”

Stephanie smiled as she continued to stare me down. “Yeah, sweetie. Keep thinking about you worshiping my body. I’m no novice at this sort of thing, Mark,” she said, smiling. “We’re going to start with a little education. I’m going to show you how much stronger, harder, and tougher I am. When you’re all tired and run down, and I’m still ready for more, you’re going to make me bellow. And it’s all going to be on camera.”

She took a step towards me, and pulled her hoodie over her head to take it off. As soon as she had it over her head, I turned and reached quickly for my phone. She pulled her hoodie off and looked right at me. “I turn around for a second and off you go, huh? OK, fine.” She walked towards me until we were inches apart, and pushed me backwards, towards the living room wall. She roughly pushed me up against the wall, using one hand to hold me in place, and grabbing my right wrist with the other hand. She squeezed my wrist; her hand was like a vice. “Drop the phone, Mark, now.” She was so strong; there wasn’t anything I could do to resist. She grabbed my crotch, hard, squeezing everything down there. I winced visibly, her hands were small, but really strong. “DON’T do that again, Mark,” she said to me, flatly. “You’re not calling Karen. You’re not calling anyone. You’re not going anywhere. I’m going to go turn on the camera, and so help me god if you try to do something stupid, well, trust me I will beat the fuck out of you. And then I’ll make you worship me anyway.”

She let go of my balls and took a step back. “See how easy that was, sweetheart? I threw you up against the wall, was there ever a point where you could have done anything other than move backwards?” She looked at me. “WAS THERE?” I looked back at her. “No, there wasn’t, Stephanie,” I said, looking at her, swallowing hard. “You’re damn right there wasn’t, Mark. That’s the first thing you’ve learned today. When you’re with me, I’m the boss, period. I used to do powerlifting for fun, when I was younger. My chest and back don’t aren’t that huge, but that clearly doesn’t matter, does it little man. I’m half your size, and my pecs would crush yours.” She took a step back, flexed her pecs. Under the tight workout clothing she was wearing, her chest bounced to life. She pounded her fists against them, one after another. Her entire arm bunched up as she hit her pecs, but her pecs absorbed each blow without budging.

“Now we learn more, Mark. You’re a guy, you’re supposed to have this big burly chest that little girls like me just love. Well, not today. My chest is bigger and stronger than yours, and you’re going to learn that, right now. Punch your own pecs, Mark, do it, just like I did.” I flexed my chest, and hit myself. It hurt. “Do it again, pussy,” Stephanie said to me. “Harder this time, when you take your shirt off there’d better be a mark, Mark.” I did it again, harder this time. “Good,” she said. “Now I want you to hit my chest, hard. Do it. I can take it, don’t worry tough guy.” I hit her chest, and my fists just bounced off it, again and again. “Now it’s my turn,” she said. She closed her palm and hit my chest. It didn’t look like she put that much effort in, but it hurt. Bad. I stepped back. “See, honey?” She said to me. “My chest can take it, again and again. I hit you once, and you stepped back.” She stared up and me and smiled, and bounced her pecs a couple times, giggling. “I hope you appreciate this, Mark. I really do. I know it’s hard the first time, this time, but trust me, when I’m done with Karen, this is what you’re going to get, all the time. So, it’s going to hurt a little, the first couple times, but anything good does, right? When I’m done with Karen, she’s going to be the hottest, strongest, most sex crazed woman you’ll ever meet, and she’s going to be all yours.”

Stephanie I

2010-02-14T12:12:00.001-08:00

This is the first in a several chapter story about an encounter between my girlfriend's personal trainer Stephanie, and myself.

I was tired as I waited for Karen to come pick me up from the airport. She had called to say she was going to be a bit late, but she was a good twenty minutes later than she’d said, and hadn’t replied to the text I’d just sent her. It was getting darker, and fuck, I was tired. “Hey, Mark, over here!” a voice yelled from behind me. I turned around, and saw Stephanie, Karen’s trainer, waving her hand and walking towards me. “Mark, hey! Karen told you I was coming to get you, right? She’s running late, and my last client canceled, so I said I’d come and get you.” “Oh, hi Stephanie,” I said. “Karen didn’t tell me, but that’s fine. Let’s get back to her place, I’m tired.” “OK, sure Mark,” Stephanie said. “You’re tired. Let me grab your bags for you.”

Before I could say anything, Stephanie grabbed my checked bag with one hand and lifted it up. It was large, but it looked like it weighed 5# in her hands. God, she was so strong. Even fully clothed, I could see power in her body, as she moved her body exuded strength and power. Her arms were smaller than mine, obviously, but handled the bag with a smooth steadiness that I know my arms couldn’t muster, I could see the bump from her triceps, and her delts popped out of the tight shirt she was wearing. I hadn’t seen Stephanie other than the one time I had met her prior, but Karen always talked about her, about how intense and focused Stephanie was, and how much Karen wanted her body to be like Stephanie’s body. Karen said Stephanie had the perfect body; she was strong but not very large, “a pound for pound killer,” Karen had said, on more on than one occasion. I looked at Stephanie’s ass bouncing back and forth as she walked in front of me through the parking lot, and thought of it being Karen’s ass, bouncing in front of me, as she effortlessly carried my heavy bag to the car. My dick flickered a little at the thought.

We got back to her car; she had a new looking Acura Coupe. Her car was sleek, sexy, and looked powerful, just like she did. God, I needed to stop myself for a minute. “Nice car,” I said to her. She turned as she was putting the bag into the trunk, “yeah? Thanks. I like it a lot. It’s small, but it’s fast and strong. I like that a lot.” She smiled at me, and winked. It was kind of weird, like something I was supposed to get, but didn’t. “Come here and help me with this, Mark,” Stephanie said, “God, I have so much shit in the trunk, yuck.”

I walked back to the open trunk, and there wasn’t anything in it other than my bag and a gym bag. “What do you mea – “ I said, but was cut off by Stephanie. She grabbed me suddenly and pulled my waist towards hers. I instinctively tried to pull away, but she had me, and I wasn’t going anywhere. She ran one of her legs up along my leg, and stopped with her hard thigh against my hard cock. “Yeah, there it is,” she said to me, softly, looking at me the entire time. Her stare was intense. Her eyes never left mine the entire time she was grabbing me and groping me, like she knew exactly what she wanted to do, and was going to do it regardless of what I thought.

I knew I should have pulled away, but I didn’t. I was being held in place by the strongest woman I’d ever met in person, who was also my girlfriend’s personal trainer. I should have moved away, but was transfixed. Her dark curly hair was pulled back, but a few ringlets had escaped, and were hanging down in front of her face, making this combination of beautiful woman and intimidating muscle girl. God, it was intoxicating.

Stephanie pulled me in close to her. “We’re going back to Karen’s house now, Mark. You’ve got no say in this. It’s going to happen. I’m going to do what I want. You can’t stop me, you know this, and besides, do you really want to?” She looked up at me, and slid her hand down to my bulging cock. “Touch my leg as it comes up towards your buddy down there. Feel how hard it is, Mark. You’ll get plenty of chance in a bit, but for now, just feel how hard my leg is. Do it.” As I went down to touch her leg, she grabbed my head with her hand and pulled my head down to hers, kissing me aggressively for a few seconds. She bit my bottom lip as she let me go. “Hmm, that was nice. I want more, but for now we’re going home.”

Somehow I rocketed back to reality. “Stephanie wait a minute, we need to call Karen, what the hell just happened?” “No, Mark, we’re not doing any of that,” she said. “I’m here to get you, this is my car, I’m calling the shots. We’re going back to Karen’s. End of story. You don’t have a say in this, and even if you did, I’d kick your ass and do what I want to do anyway. You’re going to figure out pretty fast, Mark, that what a woman like me wants, a woman like me gets, whether it’s handed to her, or she takes it. I get what I want, and I’m going to teach Karen how to get the same things. Now, it’s your turn to shut up, and get in my car, we’re going back to Karen’s, we’re going to have fun, and you’re going to like it.”

Sarah - Part 2

2010-02-07T17:27:00.000-08:00

Part two of an encounter with the wonderfully strong Sarah

Sarah and I walked quickly across campus. Luckily, campus was only a few square blocks. I knew I had chosen the small liberal arts school for a reason. As we got about halfway across campus, we were close to the old dorm building. Sarah grabbed my arm.

“Hey, here, here, let’s go over here,” she said, and pulled me towards the side of the building. There was a small line of trees or shrubs along the side of the dorm, with a space a couple feet wide, between the shrubs and the walls of the dorm. We stood up against the wall, her back to the wall, face to face. I could feel her warm breath on my neck, she was breathing slowly, but deeply. Being a few inches taller than the girl is great.

“So, this is your place?” I asked.

“Yeah, I hope you like the plants!” she giggled. “Sorry if it’s a little chilly, the heater must be broken.”

I smiled at her, and thrust my tongue into her mouth. She eagerly accepted, and grabbed the crotch of my pants, rubbing her hands against my junk, slowly. She put one hand behind my back and pulled me closer to her. I wrapped my hands around her head and continued kissing her.

“Hmmmmm.” Sarah moaned loudly. It was really sexy. We kept kissing. She grabbed my back tightly, and wrapped one of her legs around mine. She moved her leg back, and picked mine up off the ground. She pulled me against her, and started to kneel down.

“Don’t you worry, tough guy,” she whispered to me. “I’ve got you, you’re not falling, just kneel down backwards.”

She was easily able to control me as we went down to the ground. She was really strong, it was so hot. My cock was bulging in my pants. She straddled me, and put her hands on my shoulders. She began rubbing her crotch against mine, harder and harder, until she was almost pushing me into the ground. She pressed her hands into my shoulders.

“OK, part one of you meeting your match,” Sarah said, smiling at me. “You think you’re tough, big guy? Get away from under me.”

Her hands were pressed against my shoulders, and her hips were on mine. I could feel her hard legs on top of mine, and I very clearly remember how hard her biceps were five minutes ago. I pushed my arms off the ground. Sarah smiled at me, and pushed my arms up so they were horizontal with my shoulders, so I couldn’t reach her arms.

She leaned in close to my face. “Is that it?” she whispered to me, her warm breath condensing in the cold fall air. She kissed me deeply, for a second, then pulled away. “Come on, try again.”

I smiled at her, and threw my hips up against hers. She was taken off guard for a half second, then pressed back with her legs. She leaned into me again, and squeezed my legs with hers. Sarah’s legs were like clamps, they were so hard. There wasn’t anything I could do, she had me. I was so turned on I almost came in my pants. This was so hot, it was unreal. This girl was gorgeous, funny, and strong as hell. She leaned into me and kissed my ear. “Hmmm, see what I mean, big guy? I’m a little bit stronger than your average girl, huh? I will admit though, I did kinda land on top of you, I’m SURE you’d have totally taken me otherwise.” She giggled a little bit at her last comment. “It’s OK though, you’ll have a chance to redeem yourself in a second.” She let go of my arms and ran her hands down to either side of my face. She was laying on top of me, pressed right up against me. I could feel her breasts pressing against me. Her face was inches from mine, her breath was condensing on my face.

“Stop talking,” I said. I grabbed her head and pulled her mouth into mine. She pressed her hands against either side of my head. We made out on the side of the building for what seemed like an eternity. It was probably only a few minutes, but it seemed like forever. We rolled around, back and forth over the shrubs. She rolled me over as easily as I rolled her over, her legs were so strong, and she knew how to use her bodyweight, almost like a wrestler.

Sarah stopped kissing me, and began to nibble on my ear, slowly, breathing heavily and deeply into my ear. It was so fucking hot. This woman was so hot. I was in disbelief. I was against the side of a dorm, rolling around in the dirt with this gorgeous, strong woman. Sarah kept breathing in my ear, then looked at me, and grabbed my crotch.

“Alright,” she said. “I want you inside me. Let’s go. You’re going to make me scream, then I’m going to fuck you until you can’t see straight.” We got up, brushed the dirt and leaves off of each other, and began walking quickly towards Sarah’s apartment. My dick was so hard it hurt.

Sarah - Part 1

2010-02-07T17:26:00.000-08:00

Part one of an encounter with the wonderfully strong Sarah

It was three months after the start of my first year of college. The classes weren’t hard, which freed up more time to have fun, party, and meet people. My roommate and I got along famously, and had met lots of people so far. Last weekend, my roommate had met a cute girl, Jenn, at a keg party. They had hit it off, he had laid pipe, it was the following Friday, and we were heading to Jenn’s house for a pre-party before a keg party.

I met Sarah at Jenn’s house. I walked in, and saw her immediately. She was about 5’8”, long wavy blond hair, bright green eyes, small perky breasts, and a huge smile. She looked fairly fit, but it was hard to tell. Jenn saw that I was checking her out, and introduced us. We hit it off fairly quickly; she was funny, thought I was funny, and had a lot of funny stories. We had a few shots, and she excused herself for a cigarette, I joined her. She lit hers first, then passed me her lit match.

“So, you’re a funny guy,” Sarah said to me, coyly smiling. “I like that, so many people are so boring, you make me laugh, and that’s great.”

“Well, I just work with what you give me,” I replied. “That story about your night last weekend, how could I not poke fun at forgetting your sunglasses were hanging on your shirt?”

“Well, if you’re working with what I’ve got, I’m putting you to work,” Sarah said.

Her eyes narrowed for a second, she threw her cigarette aside. She grabbed mine out of my mouth, threw it away, and pressed herself up against me. My back was to the house, she pressed herself up against me, hard, and rubbed her thigh against my semi-erect cock. She pushed me up against the house quickly and easily. Clearly, Sarah was as fit or fitter than she had looked when I laid eyes on her.

“I like it tasting cigarettes on a guy’s breath,” she whispered to me, her mouth inches from my ear. “I like it a lot. I like you a lot too.” She grabbed my head with her hands, and thrust her tongue into my mouth. She was an outstanding kisser, her tongue explored my mouth, twisting around my own.

She and I sort of slid around the side of the house, out of the light and away from the door. She pushed me up against the house, again, this time thrusting one of her thighs between my legs, rubbing it up and down against my now fully erect cock.

“You’re pretty strong, Sarah. I’m impressed,” I said.

She stopped for a second, and smiled. “Yeah, I am pretty strong. I’ve played soccer and ran track my entire life. At about 13 or so, working out and lifting weights was just part of my life. I hope it’s OK. My muscles aren’t that big, but trust me, I’m a lot stronger than I look, and it freaks some guys out, they don’t like it. I’m not one of those girls who lifts weights to get strong and be really muscular. I like to play soccer and run track, and I’m strong because of it.”

This was music to my ears, I couldn’t believe it. I’ve always been attracted to stronger girls. I’m not super athletic, but I’m athletic enough, and I’ve always preferred a girl with a little meat on her bones. As we pressed each other against the house and made out, I got a better feel for Sarah’s body. It was quite a body to feel.

She wasn’t huge like a gymnast, but she was really strong. Her legs were solid, not that large, but as we rolled around, it was easy for her to move my entire body weight with her legs. They were hard as stone, and as I ran my hands down to her ass, I could have bounced quarters off of it, it was stiff, small, and perfectly shaped. Her arms were similar, not that large, but she had definite biceps and triceps. Her biceps were super hard, I squeezed them a bit, they didn’t budge, and she giggle between kisses. “I told you, they’re not that large, but they’re much stronger than they look.”

“No, your body is beautiful,” I said to her. “I’ve never been with anyone who’s so fit, but still so compact. Your legs are small, but they’re hard as stone, and strong as fuck.”

“Yeah they are, check these out too!” Sarah said. She lifted up her sweater and revealed a near perfect set of abs. “You could punch them, if you want, but only if you’re OK with a girl having abs that can take your punches. I promise you, you’re not going to hurt me.”

“I think I can handle that,” I said. “I’d like to see just how strong you are, Sarah. Do you want to go to this party?”

“Nope,” she said. “I want to go back to my apartment and show you how strong I am. Flex you biceps for me, big boy.”

I did as she asked. I’m not super athletic, as I’ve said, but I’m not in horrible shape by any means. I’m six feet tall, run semi-regularly, and am not a total stranger to the weight room. Yes, this girl Sarah clearly works out more than me, and her legs were probably as strong as mine, but whatever, I’m a guy. Sarah felt my arms, and smiled at me.

“I hope you are indeed comfortable with your manhood, honey, because my arms are much harder than yours. You’re going to meet defeat in bed, I hope you’re OK with that.”

“Um, that all remains to be seen, doesn’t it?” I said. “The whole losing part?”

“Yeah it does, but I think I know what I’m talking about,” she said. She smiled at me, and plunged her mouth into mine. As she kissed me, she pushed me up against the house with such force that it almost hurt. She pinned my arms to the house with hers, and her leg pushed up hard against my bluging and erect cock. She reached down, grabbed it, and gave it a good yank.

“Oh, this feels nice. I want it in me later, but not till we’ve had some fun,” she said. “Let’s go back to my place.”

We made out on the side of the house for another five minutes. I was amazed at how strongly her hands moved up and down my body. We took turns holding each other against the house, she pushing every bit as hard as I did. I was amazed. How did I walk into this almost random house, and end up against the outside of it, an hour later, with the most beautiful girl I’d seen the entire two months here?

I pressed my hands against her abs and thought about her telling me I could punch her. Her abs were solid and strongly, I could feel them contracting with each breath. I could feel the large slabs of muscle in her lats and back as well. Clearly, Sarah worked out, a lot, and it was pretty possible that I was going to go back to her place, and meet my superior.

After another minute or two, she grabbed my hand, giggle coyly, and lead us away, across campus, towards her apartment. We didn’t even say goodbye.

Social Networking Successes

2009-08-23T15:48:00.001-07:00

I started this blog after going to amaz0ns.com, and seeing a request and question about the Karen stories. I had only submitted a few of the many stories I've written to The Valkyrie, and no where else. When I submitted them in Fall 2007, they got a lot of hits, and were quite popular.

Within 36 hours of starting this blog, I've gotten over 200 unique visitors. I haven't posted it to thevalkyrie.com yet, either.

I'm glad everyone likes the stories I've written. Please email comments or anything else.

Thanks for the traffic.

Karen - Month 4

2009-08-21T15:52:00.000-07:00

Month 4

I liked my job, but I was getting sick of traveling all the time. Either that, or I was just getting more and more addicted to my girlfriend. Karen was in her 4th month of her “turn around,” and she was going like gangbusters. She had lost almost 30# and become stronger than anyone I had ever been with before. Now she was lifting weight to build muscle, and every time I was back home from a job, I swear I could notice a difference in her body and her strength.

Her shoulders looked wider, there were veins on her arms that looked like little cables, her triceps stood out on her arm when she wasn’t flexing them, her abs were showing the 6 pack fully, things like that.

It was worse that she knew I was missing her body; she would send me email and call me to tell me things. In the last week I had received email about how she let another gym patron stand on her abs.

People were coming up to her and asking her to train them so they could look like her. She was doing sets of 20 pullups, and she was able to do her bodyweight for reps on the squat bar again and again, maxing out at much more.

I had to take a cab home from the airport this time, Karen had to stay late at work. I got back to her apartment and let myself in. By this time I knew there wouldn’t be anything real to eat there, unless I was interested in increasing the amount of protein in my body without carbs. I began to eat the pizza I had brought with me when Karen got home.

“Hi Mark!” she yelled to me as she walked in, “how was the flight this time? Does Atlanta still suck?”

“Good and yes,” I answered back, “it’s still the land of the unending suburb, it’s gross down there. How are you sweetie?”

She walked up behind me and put her head next to mine. “How am I?” she whispered. “I’m strong enough to do this!” She reached in and put her arms under mine, so her elbows were bent at my armpits. She let out a little grunt, lifted me off the couch, and put me down on the ground. My cock went from 0-60 in 3.4 seconds, god DAMN was she getting strong. “Do you think that’s something?” she said to me. “Watch this.”

She turned so we were facing each other and walked up to me. She put her shoulder into my chest and lifted me up onto her shoulder, then did a few squats, down and up, with me on her shoulder. She turned and put me back down.

“Damn, girl,” I said to her, “You think you’re pretty tough huh?”

“Oh I know that,” she said, “I just didn’t think you did, or not that part of it at least. Stephanie has me squatting until I can barely walk, it’s made me gain a lot. That’s not all either, wanna arm wrestle?”

How could I turn this down? Her arms were strong, no doubt about that, but not that strong. Moreover, who cares if she does beat me, I thought to myself, that’d just be a bigger turnon. We went over to the dining room table in her apartment.

“Just so you know,” she said to me, “what you’re up against, check out these fuckin guns!” She pulled her shirt off and flexed each bicep for me. The definition was amazing, she had lost even more weight it looked like, and her arms had probably gotten bigger too. She looked really strong, and so, so sexy. I could feel the cum deep inside me quiver a little looking at her. We clasped arms on her dining room table. I said Go! and we began.

I have never had an armwrestling match where I’ve worked so hard. You either win them or not, but this one was pretty evenly matched. I know this isn’t the crazy fantasy it could be, but keep in mind that 3 months ago, her arm would have gone down like a wet sock. She was able to become strong enough to almost match me in 3 months. I pushed as hard as I could, and it was clear that I was working harder than she was, my face was much redder than hers.

“Are you OK!” she said to me. “You look like you’re going to burst.” She giggled. “Is little Karen too strong for her big man?” I pushed her harder, and began to put my weight behind it. Slowly, she went down. She looked at her arm for a second, and slowly turned her head towards me.

She looked at me. “You lost Mark.”

I looked back at her, “what do you mean?” She looked at me, a direct stare that changed into a smile.

“Think about it Mark. Your face was much redder than mine. You had to work really hard, and throw your weight behind it, just to win. I just used the strength in my upper body to almost beat you; I didn’t have to use my weight. I’m stronger than you are Mark. It doesn’t matter that you won. The look in your eyes was enough. You’ve seen my body change Mark, and now you’ve felt how strong I am, and you know I’m going to get stronger.”

She smiled coyly at me, “pretty soon I’m going to win, again and again and again, in a couple months, that extra weight on your body isn’t going to save you from my muscles, from my strength. The look in your eyes proved it. This is one of the last times you’re going to be stronger than me in anything Mark, and you know it.” She stared at me hard, and I felt a little intimidated by her tone and confidence.

She put both hands on the table and flexed her triceps and shoulder, sending a ripple through the muscle. “I’m pretty benevolent honey,” she looked at me after looking at her arms, “so you don’t have anything to worry about, I just want you to know one of the last times you were stronger than me.”

She stared at me again, looking deep inside my eyes. She got up from the table and put her hands on the edges, sending a ripple up the muscles of her arms and into her deep shoulders. The entire time she stared directly into my eyes, flexing her upper body.

She took her hands off the table and walked around to me, pushing my chair back. She partially knelt down, so her eyes were even with mine, holding her stare the entire time.

“Now Mark, tell me you want to fuck me, tell me you want to fuck your strong sexy girlfriend, you want to bury yourself inside her strong muscle body, and cum deep inside it, as she cums all over you.” I stared back at her, my eyes telling her what she wanted to hear.

“Tell me I’m sexy,” she said to me. “Tell me how hot it made you to see my sexy muscles quiver and twist when we arm wrestled, tell me how sexy my muscles are, they’re smaller than yours but they’re so much harder and stronger. Tell me how sexy it is that I’m so strong.”

She grabbed me and we both stood up. We walked towards the bedroom, me backwards and her forwards, both staring at each other the entire time.

We got into the bedroom and I fell backwards on the bed, she jumped on top of me and hit a double bicep right away. “See these guns Mark! See these fucking guns!” she said to me, “tell me my ripped arms are sexy.”

“They’re amazing honey,” I replied to her, “You’re amazing, your body is amazing, you’re so sexy.”

“How sexy am I?” she said to me. “I want you to lick my sexy arms Mark, lick them, feel how hard they are with your tongue. I want you to lick my arms until I get so hot I can’t take it.”

I have never done something so sensual in my entire life. As Karen flexed her arms for me, I licked them from finger to shoulder. Her body had changed so much, her arms had gone from being cute and sexy to rippling and full of sharp veins.

I began with each finger, then ran my tongue down her wrist and forearm, passing over the veins that ran up her forearm. Her biceps were getting really round and starting to stand high off her arm. I licked each bicep slowly, going all the way around from the top to the bottom near her armpit. Her triceps were hard as rock, she rippled them as I licked them slowly and sensually.

Karen moaned and groaned the entire time, getting hotter and hotter. “Oh honey, I want to lie on top of you,” she said to me. “I want you to lie on your back and me on my back, so you can feel my back muscles flex. I want to jerk myself off on top of you, and cum all over your cock. I want you to wrap your legs around mine and try to hold me in place when I start to cum. I want you to feel my ripped body on top of yours.” She jumped up from lying on the bed and I got down, her on top of me.

She went nice and slow, it took her nearly 10 minutes to cum. I held her legs down with mine easily until she started to orgasm. Had Karen and I leg wrestled it would have been no contest, it was all I could do to follow her legs as they moved with mine, holding her legs down for more than bit had moved beyond my control. I grabbed her abs and bit her shoulders as she orgasmed, making her scream and gush all over my throbbing cock. Her shoulders were so hard, with a thickness in the hardness I had never felt before.

Karen finished and flipped herself over. She stared at me hard, it was intimidating. “You should bite me and hold me down everytime I jerk off,” she said, “I don’t remember the last time an orgasm from jerking off felt that good.”

She pressed her hard body down against mine on the bed, I felt the muscles in her thighs twitching. She slid herself down onto my awaiting cock. “Oh God honey it still feels good, I can still feel waves of joy in my pussy, oh baby” she said to me. “Oh honey, I’m going to fuck you all slowly and softly, and make you crazy.”

She arched her back and rode on top of me, flexing her entire upper body, moving her hips slowly, pushing hard against my hips. “Here honey, take a look at your girlfriend’s super sexy body.”

Without losing her hip rhythm, she struck a most muscular pose, and then flexed each bicep. I put my hands on her abs and pushed on them, feeling their stiffness. She felt the head of my cock growing in preparation for orgasm, and smiled.

“Cum in me Mark, I want you to cum in me, do it now” she said. She began to squeeze her vaginal muscles rhythmically, pumping up the head of my cock. Her squeeze was harder than I had ever felt, I looked up and saw her abs rippling with each squeeze. It was almost too much.

I grabbed her and pulled her close to me as I blew my load inside her, screaming her name. I could feel a solid layer of hard muscle on her back, from her shoulders all the way down to her ass. I grabbed her ass as hard as I could and didn’t make it budge. She came again, covering me in her beautiful juices.

We laid in bed, her on top of me. She quickly feel asleep, as I laid thinking about how Karen had more or less beaten me in arm wrestling tonight, then made me worship her body afterwards, leading to the hottest sex I had ever had in my life.

I wrapped my arms around her body as it laid on top of me. Even when she was passed out, it was obvious her body had changed. There wasn’t really any softness left, and in some places there was a pretty decent buildup. Her arms and legs were amazing, and even when unflexed, her back had filled out and widened with muscle.

There was no real stopping her, she was lifting more and more, and getting stronger and stronger.

Karen - Month 3.2

2009-08-21T14:12:00.001-07:00

Month 3.2

I laid in bed, still trying to take it all in…I was in disbelief. I was a guy who had always had something of a muscle fetish. I remember being 11 years old and being really attracted to this girl Julie who was 2 grades above me. She was a gymnast and was good at it, as I remember.

I remember watching her do one armed pullups in gym class, and watching her once wrestle a boy to the ground for making fun of one of her friends. Her body was so strong, so sexy. And now here I was, lying in bed with a girl who was well on her way to turning her body upside down, and who had just told me she used to jerk off and think about the other girls on her college team and how sexy their strong bodies were?

It was amazing. We had been dating now for close to 8 months, and there was no doubt in my mind that Karen loved me, but this was almost too good to be true! It was as if she had reached into my head and pulled out the fantasy I hadn’t dared to dream!

“What are you thinking about,” she rolled over and asked me, “the insane orgasm you just gave me?”

“I kinda am honestly,” I said, “and I’m thinking about how it’s just crazy that you have changed so much in the past couple months, it’s amazing, your body is incredible.”

“What is your favorite part?” she asked me. She got up on her knees in bed. “Is it this?” She flexed her abs and hit herself in the stomach, grinning as her hand bounced off her hard abs.

“Or these?” She hit a double bicep pose for me, stopping to kiss each arm before she stopped. “Or maybe what’s under these?” she said as she made both her boobs dance up and down for me, flexing her pecs one at a time.

“I think it’s just all of it together, honestly,” I said. “It’s just amazing to me that you’ve done so much work and come so far in only a few months!”

She had come so far in a few months. When Karen started, she was about 150 lbs, probably 20% bodyfat or so. Now, she had to be down to 125 lbs. at most, and the bodyfat had been cut in half, at minimum.

Her arms were bumpy and full of sinews, I could see veins running up and down her forearms, her pecs had gotten bigger but her boobs hadn’t really shrunk, she had 4 of the 6 packs clearly visible in her stomach, and her legs were smooth and hard. She had truly turned herself upside down. “I like my arms most, and my back,” she said, “my back especially. Even when I was totally ripped in college, I could barely manage 10 pullups. Now I can do a couple sets of 10, Stephanie is brutal, and man does she get results.”

“She certainly has with you,” I said to her, “does she have other clients, or just you?” “She has others, but not many. I think she comes from money,” Karen said, “she never seems to worry about it, and she endless time to sculpt that rock of a body she has.”

Karen looked away for a minute after talking about Stephanie’s body.” “Are you thinking about how sexy you think your trainer’s body is?” I asked her with a raised eyebrow, although the answer was obvious. “

“I can’t lie to you, honey,” she said, “while you were gone last time for work I’d come home and jerk off after watching Stephanie work out with me. I’ve never seen someone like her, she’s 5’6”, weighs 125 lbs, and can bench 170 for what seems like forever, dozens of times, she never gets tired! Last week I watched her do 200 situps in a row, and I’ve spotted her doing squats with 200 lbs on the bar! I mean, pro bodybuilders can do all that, but she doesn’t look like one of them, she looks really fit, but not huge. I’ve never seen someone who isn’t gigantic be as strong as she is.”

“You’ve thought about her quite a bit!” I said with a laugh. My expression changed…”what do you think about when you jerk off?”

“I think about her being in bed with me,” Karen said, “holding me down. I try to get away, but she’s way too strong for me, I can’t move. She holds me down, then she lets me punch her abs over and over again, laughing at me b/c I can’t hurt her. Then she lets me lick her legs, front and back, put my tongue in all the grooves made by the separations in her quads and hamstrings. Then she bites my nipples and makes me scream. That’s usually as far as I get, I usually cum way before I ever get to that point. I never think about sex, and we never kiss, I just worship her body, her fucking rock hard body.”

“Wow,” I said, “you just get better and better don’t you, Karen!”

“Why,” she said to me, “because I create the moment for you?” She was looking down at the sheets and my firm hardon poking through them.

“It looks like you’d be just as happy as me if Stephanie were holding you down! That’d be fine with me, as long as I could watch the 2 of you!” I looked at her for more than a few seconds. Had she just said what I think she’d said? She just gave me the go ahead to try and hook it up with her personal trainer, provided she could watch?

What the hell alternate dimension do I walk into when I step through the door into my girlfriend’s apartment, I thought to myself. Not that I’d ever have a chance to do that; even if I did I don’t think I could carry through with it.

“Stop thinking and start paying attention to me!” Karen said to me. “That wang of yours was at full attention a moment ago, don’t these make it happy?” she said as she hit a double bicep. She grabbed me and wrapped her arms around mine so her biceps were in my armpits and her hands were under my head. Then she wrapped her legs around my legs.

“How sexy am I now, sir!” she said to me as she flexed her entire body. Her biceps dug into my armpits, and I could feel her forearms on either side of my head. Her legs, grapevined around mine, twisted mine up. My cock stood up instantly. “That’s what I’m talking about, you listen well, sir,” she said to me smoothly as she raised her hips and lowered them onto my cock.

Then, she did the sexiest thing she had ever done to me: she began to flex her entire body in rhythm, and her ass made her hips move up and down just enough to rub the tip and shaft of my engorged cock. It only took about 2 minutes, her biceps and her legs and her forearms and her abs were too much stimulation, I came all over inside her, yelping as I went.

“That’s a good boy,” she said to me, “momma made it better?”

“Yes m’am you did,” I replied lazily. “Just keep in mind what this body can do Mark,” Karen said. “Keep being nice to it and it’s only going to be able to treat you better, and better.”

Karen - Month 3.1

2009-08-21T14:05:00.000-07:00

Month 3.1

I woke up before Karen did. I rolled over and kissed her, remembering last night. Last night I had truly realized how strong she was getting, how much her body had changed, and this morning, after I thought for a second, I almost shivered when I realized she was only about halfway done with “the transformation” as she called it.

I kissed her again and rolled out of bed. She moved behind me and grabbed my arm. “Where do you think you’re going?” she said. “My kitty needs another rub.”

“I need to get up and check my email to make sure the office is actually going to follow through with the time off they promised, you know they have a 1:4 ratio of follow through with that.”

“Oh really,” she said, “You’re going to get up, now? I don’t think so, I need kitty rubbed first.”

Her hand clamped down on my arm hard. I tried to pull away, but I had to drag her along with me. “Oh really?” she said. She grabbed me with her other hand, and pulled me close enough to get one of her legs around mine. She hooked her leg around mine and pulled me back into bed easily.

I was able to get away after struggling, but it seemed to take a lot more effort on my part, and almost seemed to end b/c she wanted it to. “I’m going to let you go,” she said, “but only b/c I want you to be successful sweetie, and I wanted to show you that I can almost get what I want. Gimme another month and I’m going to be able to be the boss if I want to be.”

I went and checked my email and Karen got up and went into the sunroom. I finished quickly, the company had earned a 3:5 rating by actually allowing me to have the day off today, kick ass. I walked into the sunroom and found her doing pullups. “When did you put the pullup bar in here dear?” I asked her as I watched the muscle twist and ripple across her back.

“About—five—two weeks ago—six—I think,” she said to me between reps. She was able to talk without breaking her form and flow of workout, and proceeded to crank out 15 total, while telling me about new exercises she had started doing.

“Stephanie has been moving my routine around a lot lately; I’ve lost almost all the weight now, and I’ve started doing all kinds of new exercises. She’s making me do a lot of work to failure now, and I’ve started using heavier weights and doing more reps at the same time. She says I’m going to build muscle and get stronger in the next 2 months. I’m doing a lot of pushups and dips, and deadlifts and power-cleans. My upper body has pretty much caught up she thinks, and now we’re going to turn my legs into rock, my quads and hamstrings are going to get ripped soon.”

She looked at me coyly. “I’m going to do more pullups, will you get the video camera and tape me doing them?” I grabbed her camera and taped her doing 15 more pullups, then 50 pushups.

The musculature in her back was amazing, her lats had gotten really defined and her waist was getting really small, her delts and traps had started to jump off her back. She finished and grabbed my hand and lead me into her bedroom. “Plug the camera into the DVD player, I want to watch myself working out,” she said. I plugged it in and we watched her crank out 15 slow and steady pullups, and then 50 pushups.

Part of the way through the pushups, she reached under her bed and grabbed a box. “Hmm, I know this sounds narcissistic, but I love my body, I love it so much. When I was in college I used to come home after working out with the team and masturbate thinking about myself and the other girls working out.

I had a boyfriend the entire time, and I never, you know, made out with any of them or ever wanted to, but my body and their bodies, they were so hot, so sexy, so strong. Also, I had a couple things to help me out.”

She opened the box and pulled out a big dildo, a vibrator, and a bottle of lube. “Here, I want you to help me jerk off while we watch this video of me working out,” she said.

I just looked at her, dumbfounded. She looked back at me and got a scared look in her eyes. “This isn’t crazy and weird, is it? I mean, you don’t think I’m some kind of freak do you?” she said pleadingly.

“Um, no I don’t,” I replied, “I’ve just never thought about something like this, and I gotta admit, it does seem a little too good to be true. I mean, a girl like you who likes to masturbate while thinking about her own body? Are you sure there’s not a dude somewhere inside there?” I said, looking at her. “That’s the kinda stuff I would want to do!”

“Yeah well, I’ve had a muscle fetish for a long time,” she said. “I’ve been attracted to people with muscle, guys or girls, since I was about 9 years old or so. I’ve obviously learned there’s a lot more to the person you’re dating than their body, so I guess it’s kinda become internalized, I just think about myself. When I didn’t have a boyfriend in college, it wasn’t a problem; I’d just masturbate and touch my legs and abs.”

I couldn’t fucking believe this. I mean, this had to be too good to be true. I have a girl whose body has become a piece of iron over the past few months, who now wants me to jerk her off while she watches herself work out b/c it turns her on so much?

I wondered if someone or something would appear in a puff of smoke if I held up my hand and said Check Please! “Is this OK honey?” she asked me.

“Um, sorry sweetie, I’m just still kinda processing through the idea that you just asked me to do what most dudes wouldn’t have the guts to dream about,” I said. The expression on her face changed, her eyes narrowed and she shot me a smokey smile.

“Good, now get that vibrator down there and fuck me with it Mark, I want you to rub it all slow along my clit at first, then faster and faster; it has different speeds. When I start to moan, grab my dildo and stick it inside me and start to pump it back and forth. I want you to fuck me with it till I beg you to stop, then I want you to stick your cock deep inside me and try to hold me down. I’m going to resist, but try to hold me down. Me using my muscles like that makes me crazy, it’ll give me an orgasm so strong I’ll squeeze you cock right out of me. I had a boyfriend that I tried to do this with once, but he was a lot smaller than you and I threw him off the bed. You can handle me, at least for now,” she giggled.

I used Karen’s toys while we watched her working out on TV. I had never heard her scream so much, or get so wet. She begged me to stop using her toys, and grabbed me and pulled me down on top of her. I could feel the hard muscles in her arms and shoulders pressing me against her hard chest and abs.

“I want you to fuck me Mark, I’m going to try and stop you” she said to me slowly and quietly. I did as I was told and she proved to be stronger than I had imagined, especially when she was all turned on like this. Her legs had become a lot stronger than I had imagined, and it was hard to hold down her arms and keep her from moving.

After fighting back for nearly 15 minutes she collapsed and screamed at me to put my cock deep inside her and filled her up. It took me about 5 seconds of pumping back and forth to blow my load deep inside her.

As we laid together in bed, I thought about what had just happened. It was as if the entire thing had been a dream. Was this really happening? Had I just gotten to jerk my girlfriend off while I watched her do pullups on TV, then had her show me her strength while we made love?

I thought back to us meeting in a bar 7 months ago, I was either going to talk to her, or another girl I had seen when I walked in, damn did I make the right decision.

Karen - Month 3

2009-08-21T13:56:00.000-07:00

Month 3

I know that I complain about my job sometimes, the amount of traveling I have to do, but really, it’s not so bad. The work is interesting, keeps getting more interesting, I get to see cool places all the time, I get paid well, and in a way it’s nice to split up seeing Karen, especially this new Karen that I’m seeing, this muscular Karen. The fact that I travel so much makes it all the better to see her. I don’t see her all the time, so I notice the differences in her body more easily, and when I do see her all she wants to do is see me and have sex. I’ve got to say, it’s not half bad.

The latest trip took me away to New York for 3 weeks. The work was hard, but my team did a great job, we were able to finish ahead of schedule. That meant I had an extra week off before my next job, and our client gave each team member a $1000 bonus, in cash. I bought Karen a couple nice dresses from some designer I’d never heard of, and brought them back to SF with me.

When she picked me up and the airport, she was wearing a hoodie with a gym logo on it. “You’re really taking this seriously aren’t you?” I said to her, “this whole working out thing?”

“I sure am,” she said, “and it shows too. I’ve made more progress this month than ever before, and I was awarded with an extra month of membership for being the ‘most improved’ client at the gym. Stephanie changed my diet around, and I’ve been able to lose a lot more weight this month, 15 lbs. I started running more too. Now I run in the morning before work, 5 miles a day, 5 days a week, and I’ve started doing cardio kickboxing. I’m going to be at my 6 month goal in only 5 months if I keep going.”

“That’s great,” I said, “I’m glad that you like this so much!”

“I like you so much silly, it’s because of you that I get to do this, you got it for me initially, I never would have thought to do this on my own, it’s all you’re fault! You started this whole process. Did you think that you would start the process of building your girlfriend’s body into a solid rock of muscle, that right now can only think of riding on top of you till she screams and cums gallons all over you? Did you? Huh?”

We got back to her apartment and I was hungry. I went into her kitchen to look for food, and was shocked. Her cupboards were full of brown rice, protein powder, and bottles of supplements. She had stocked her fridge with chicken and veggies.

There was no more coffeemaker, pizza, cookies, ice cream, or even crackers. She had turned her kitchen into a muscle growth laboratory. “Come in the bedroom and see what you’re missing honey!” she said to me. I ran in and my jaw dropped.

Her training must have gotten more intense. She had a bunch of candles lit, and in the candle light, her body didn’t look like hers. She had changed more in this past month than I had seen before. “I reached the middle point honey, do you like what you see?” she said, as she hit a double bicep pose for me, and quickly switched to a lat spread.

The fat on her body was gone; I stopped for a minute and added it up…she had lost 25 lbs, she was 5 lbs away from the goal she had set, in only 3 months. She had tightened up her entire body too, so she had probably actually lost 30 lbs. of fat, and had just gained muscle mass in the process.

When she hit her double bicep, her arms jumped to life, I could see what had been small bumps a couple months ago were now lean defined lumps of muscle on her arms. There was a faint line, forming a V on either side of her upper body, separating her growing chest from her rippling arms.

I could see small veins on her forearms popping out, and a faint line down her chest. When she hit her lat spread, her entire upper body seems to fill out as her lats moved into place; her back must be twice as strong as it was when she started. Her abs had been flat before, I could now see a distinct line down the middle, and the first two of the six pieces of muscle sticking out. Her entire upper body was rippling with muscle, and even though she had toned everything up, her boobs were still more or less the same size.

She saw me staring at them, “they’ve always been that way, aren’t you lucky!” she said. “No matter how ripped I was in college, my boobs never got below a solid B cup, never ever. If they do this time, I’ll just get you buy me some fake ones, how’s that for a compromise! If you think they look nice, watch this!”

She began to flex her pecs and make her boobs bounce. My jaw just hung open, and my cock began to bulge so much it hurt in my pants, I could almost feel the cum dripping out of it. Up and down, up and down, as she wanted them to move, up and down.

She hit a double bicep again and bounced them for me. Then she stopped and looked down at her abs. “Watch this! I can do 500 situps now, Stephanie says she has never seen someone’s stomach get so strong so fast!” She hit her abs with her hand open, there was a ‘whud’ sound, but they didn’t move at all. Whud whud whud, nothing, no movement.

“In the kickboxing class we take turns hitting each other, for practice. I’m good at it, I had a guy hit me with gloves on 5 times earlier this week and I barely felt anything! Come and try it, hit my abs! I told you they’d get this ripped, hit my abs!”

“I don’t want to, that’d hurt you sweetie,” I said, “besides, we don’t have gloves here.” “I don’t care, it won’t hurt because you won’t hit me hard enough, hit my abs, hit them you wuss!” She ran at me and grabbed my hand and slapped it across her midsection hard. My hand stung a bit, but her abs just sat, motionless, as if nothing happened.

“Hit my abs or I’m going to hit yours!” she yelled at me, “do it! Hit my abs! Come on you wimpy little man! Hit my fucking rock hard abs!” Being called a wimp made me a little mad, so I made a fist and hit her abs, hard enough to make her shut up, I thought.

The look on my face matched my reaction. I hit her abs hard, hard enough to make me hurt had I hit myself, and she just stood there and took it, barely flinching. “Tell me that’s not sexy!” she said. “I’m only in my 3rd month, wait till the end of the 6th, you’re going to be no match for me then, you’re barely a match for me now! Hit them again, do it!”

I did, and she took it. I did it again and again, a total of 5 times, and each time she stood there and took it, barely taking a step back. My cock had grown so much it hurt in my pants, and I shuffled around a bit. “Oh, is this exciting to you?” she said. “Do you like the fact that your short girlfriend has abs of solid rock? That’s not all, feel these guns too, they’re all business.”

She grabbed my hand and pressed it against her biceps. I tried to squeeze her biceps, but they wouldn’t move, I couldn’t budge them in at all. “Yeah, that’s right, I’m ripped now Mark, and you made me ripped. You made me all ripped and sexy, and you love it, and now your ripped sexy Karen is going to reward you, are you ready?”

Without letting me speak, she picked me up, fully off the ground, and turned around and deposited me on the bed. She then looked at me and jumped into bed too, on top of me. I loved it when she was on top, but this time it was different, this time it felt different. It was as if she was on top because she wanted to be there.

Had I wanted to be on top it wouldn’t have mattered, she was on top, and unless I could overpower her, she was going to stay on top. She rolled off of me and pointed at her crotch, “it’s all sweaty and hot, just how you like it,” she said, “get down there and make me scream.” I complied gladly. She came buckets all over my face and in my mouth, it was hot and salty and wonderful, I loved the way her cum tasted.

She squeezed my head, telling me to stop. I climbed up on top of her and she kissed me, getting her cum all over her mouth. As I climbed on top of her and looked down at her, I could almost feel the cum dripping out of my cock. She lay below me, bulging shoulders twitching, horseshoe triceps on either arm, with her long dark hair thrown all around her face.

Her whole body was twitching, the muscles were excited and full of blood, it was almost as if they were electrified. I could see her abs contracted as she breathed in and out quickly, almost like an animal. “Fuck me Mark, put you cock deep inside me and fuck me till I scream,” she said, “I’m going to squeeze your cock till you scream, and you’re not going to cum until I cum, and we’re going to scream together Mark. Fuck my brains out Mark, fuck me till I can’t see straight.”

I thrust my cock inside her and began to pump back and forth, back and forth, feeling her get wetter and wetter. “Fuck me Mark, fuck my rock solid body, put your dick so deep in me I can feel it in my abs, my ripped punchable abs. Fuck me Mark, fuck me so deep and hard, fuck me till I can’t see straight, fuck this hot ripped body that was made for you. Fuck me Mark.”

She kept whispering to me until we both came together. I cried out louder than I ever have before, all her neighbors must have known I was back. We finished and lay together, I fell asleep stroking her hard thighs and feeling her muscular arms in the dark.

Karen - Month 2

2009-08-21T13:55:00.002-07:00

Month 2

When I woke up the next morning, Karen was already awake. I could smell that coffee had been cooked and something else too, eggs and meat. I woke up and found her in the sunroom, exercising. She was doing pushups when I walked in; as I walked over to her I noticed her back.

Her back was showing definition, I could see bumps beyond her shoulder blades, from the middle of her back to her shoulders, I could see a thin layer of muscle that wasn’t there last time I had checked. I could also see her triceps standing out from her arm, they were faint but they were noticeable.

“Morning sweetie,” I said, “do you exercise in the morning too?”

“Oh yeah,” she said as she continued to pushup and down, “I have been every morning since I started training. 300 situps and as many pushups as I can do. When I started I could do 15, now I can do 25. In 2 more months I’ll be able to do 50, and you’ll be afraid to armwrestle with me.”

“Oh really,” I said, “are you sure of that?”

“Pretty sure,” she said, with a smile.

She finished doing pushups and stood up and looked at me. “You really don’t believe me do you? You never saw me in college, you’ll see. I know I keep saying that to you, but just you wait. By the end of the 7 months of training, I’m going to be able to bench more than you, leg press more than, and curl more. You’ll be able to punch me in the stomach as much as you want, and I’ll be able to pick you up and squat you. I’ll kick your ass in armwrestling, and I’ll be able to wrestle you to the ground. You just wait. Don’t let your height fool you; I’ll be much stronger than you. This is only the beginning.” She walked over to me and grabbed my hand. “Here, feel this,” she said, and flexed her right bicep and put my hand on it.

My eyes widened as I felt a bump there that had been there last time I checked. It wasn’t really visible, but I could feel it, a small hard bump on her arm. Karen then proceeded to do a series of bicep curls with a 15 lb weight she had, 3 sets of 20 on each arm. By the time she got done, both her biceps were pretty pumped up, and were noticeable on her arm.

“Just wait another couple months till all this pesky fat is gone and there’s nothing but muscle on my arm, then your eyes are going to bug out when you see me do these. By then I’ll have a 25 lb weight too,” she said with a smile.

“Did you already eat breakfast honey,” I asked her, “or are we going to eat together?”

“No, I already ate, but I cooked you some sausage and eggs and coffee. I gave you all the yolks, I don’t eat them anymore, only the whites, and no more coffee either. Stephanie gave me a diet to stick to, it’s going to help me lose the remaining 20 lbs. and gain an extra 5 lbs of muscle. She thinks my upper body needs to fill in to meet my lower body.”

This was a bit shocking, she loved coffee and eggs. Wow I thought, she is really serious about this. I stayed at her apartment two more days before I had to leave again for work. We made love twice a day each day, and each time I found new parts of her body that were firmer than I remembered them.

Her ass was still full, but it had a hardness to it I hadn’t felt before, and her arms were stronger, I could feel their strength when she would ride me and put her arms down on my shoulders. Her legs too, when she put her legs around me and squeezed to hold on I could feel that they had gotten stronger, and I could begin to see shape on her inner thighs.

She told me she was now going to the gym 5 days a week, even though she was only seeing her trainer once a week. She said she was still doing exercises to tone muscle and lose weight, but she was moving up in weight almost weekly. She had also begun running she said, 2 miles a day 3 days a week, to speed up her weight loss.

I left and was gone this time for 2 weeks. My job doing IT consulting was neat, it was cool and flexible and gave me satisfaction, but I really hated being gone all the time. I had to eat out of the hotel restaurant, it was hard to live in a hotel room all the time, and I felt like I didn’t even have a real home, just a series of hotels that I called home from time to time.

I missed my apartment, I missed Karen, I missed my friends, and I missed San Francisco. I thought that maybe I needed to find a new job, or at least a different job in the company that didn’t include so much travel.

The flight home from Chicago was nasty, the flight was delayed and I didn’t get home until late in the evening. As such, I took a taxi home rather than have Karen come pick me up. As usual, I went to her apartment. I really wondered sometimes why I didn’t live there.

“I’m in my bedroom,” was all she said. I had called her and told her when I would be back. I could smell candles. I walked into her bedroom and found her lying in bed in a sportsbar and tights. “I just got back from a long run sweetie, and I’ve just finished a second set of pushups and situps. I’m up to 30 pushups now, and I can do 150 of my 300 situps in a row. My abs are all hard, wanna rub ‘em?”

Before I could say anything, she grabbed my hand and ran it across her stomach. My mouth must have been enough, because she answered simply with “yeah, are you starting to believe me now?”

I swear the stomach I was touching wasn’t Karen’s. I couldn’t see it, but it felt hard and flat, totally flat, and really firm. I tried to push it down, it hard. She leaned up to kiss me, and I felt it contract, felt the muscles move and contract.

For the first time since she started, I actually began to believe what she was telling me. She sat up and grabbed me, putting her arms around me and pulling me to the bed as she fell back down. I didn’t try to get away.

I was so turned on, being grabbed by a hot sweaty sexy girl, holding onto me more tightly than she did last time I saw her, her long brown hair falling into my face, filled with sweat and sweet girl hair smells.

“I want you to fuck me right now, while I’m all sweaty and hot, I want you to get on top of me and pump yourself in and out of me, till I cum buckets all over the bed,” she said. “Then we’re going to take a shower together and fall asleep together. We’re going to do that because that’s what I want to do. OK?” I had no complaints. “First though, I want you to go downtown and lick my pussy, it’s all hot and sweaty. Ohhhhh,” she moaned as she closed her eyes. “I want you to suck on my hot sweaty pussy.”

We made love, and again it was amazing. I came so hard and deeply that I screamed her name out loud, and I made her cum all over the sheets, so much we had to change them. As we made love I could feel her stronger body below mine, writhing and pumping.

Her hips were able to push back against my hips. When we took a shower I washed her entire body, and I could feel how hard her legs were getting, and could see the layer of muscle growing under the skin of her back. Her shoulders were getting visibly stronger, her abs had flattened out, and her ass was getting harder.

Her body was becoming more defined; she was losing weight and building muscle at the same time, it was magical. We finished showering, I dried her off, and we fell asleep together in her bed. I woke up the next day and she was again gone, this time out for a run, said the note she left. I woke up, made coffee and had started reading the newspaper when she came back.

“Hi honey,” she said to me as the door opened. “Come here, I want you to meet my trainer Stephanie.” I walked into the room and had to almost turn around, luckily I controlled my reaction. Stephanie looked like she had been carved out of marble, or rather her entire body looked it was marble. Both she and Karen were wearing sportsbras and running shorts.

Karen looked good, I was impressed at how her legs looked more defined and smaller; and her upper body too, and she middle was getting smaller and tighter. Stephanie though, was a brickhouse.

I could see her quads separate moved back and forth in front of me, her shoulders dimpled and popped out from her arms, her deltoids formed bumps along her neck, there was a faint line running between her small breasts down into her sportsbra. Her breasts were small, but very full; they had to be fake, but god they were hot on her body. Her abs, her abs, a perfect gleaming six pack glistening with sweat. She looked like she weighed about 115 lbs but I’m sure weighed 125 with all the muscle on her body.

Her reddish brown curly hair was tied back, but strands curled down around and framed her face. I love my girlfriend, but for a moment I wished I could see what Stephanie was capable of in the bedroom. She was a sight to behold. I don’t know how long I had been staring, time had stopped until she extended her hand, saying

“Hi, I’m Stephanie, you must be Mark. Karen has told me a lot about you. She’s quite a determined student, I’d watch out, she going to be calling all your shots pretty soon!” I extended my hand, and her smaller feminine hand crushed it, easily.

She then turned and left quickly. Karen looked at me. “You liked what you saw, huh?”

“What do you mean?” I said.

“I saw you looking at her, silly boy,” Karen said coyly, “don’t think you can hide it. Don’t worry though, Stephanie says I am making great progress and I’ll be able to look like her before she and I are done training together, she is sure of it. What do you think of that?”

She turned to me and did a double bicep pose, and I nearly came in my pants. Two months of solid exercising was certainly paying off, Karen’s arms were becoming defined, I could see a rough bump on the top and bottom, as well as a line running from her shoulder to her chest. There were hints of lats too, and I could see that her chest was getting stronger also.

“Just wait till the last bit of fat comes off, and we change the workout for me.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, “change the workout?”

“Well,” Karen said, “right now Stephanie just has me doing lifts that help me tone the muscle I have, low weights with high reps, things like that. Once we get to a point where I’ve lost enough weight and toned up enough, it’s going to shift into a workout plan where I’m going to build muscle. Different lifts, and splits between higher weights and lower reps and lower weights and higher reps. In the end I’m going to be a lot stronger, and be able to lift a lot more weight a lot more times.”

She turned around and hit the same pose, and her back development popped out, she had added definition to her lats and her upper and lower back. I could see small horseshoes of muscle on her shoulders, and her ass too was showing definition, I could see the sides of her ass move as she flexed for me, and I could see her hamstrings faintly bounce as she flexed her ass for me.

“Like what you see honey?” she asked.

“You know I do,” I said to her, “I’ve always thought muscle on a girl is sexy, you know that.”

“I know, I’m just asking,” she said, “because soon you might get more than you bargained for! Just wait another month or two, then all the fat will be gone, I’ll be lean again, and I’m going to start putting on weight.

I’ve got a couple more surprises for you then too, just wait.” She ran over to me and picked me up quickly, and lifted me up and down a couple times and put me down.

“In a few months I’m going to be able to do that with you over my shoulder, up and down, all the way. For now, I’m just going to fuck you, fuck you real good, till you scream my name. I hope that’s OK with you.”

She grabbed my hand and lead me into the bedroom. I tore her sweaty clothes off, delighting in the sweat and smell of her sweat as I did, and proceeded to go down on her for 20 minutes. I almost came while I was going down on her, her pussy got all wet as she came, and the sweat made her tastes extra salty. Her legs were getting really strong, at a couple points she squeezed her inner thighs so hard my head almost hurt.

I climbed on top of her and rode her until I squealed and came again, and I came at the same time, pumping a huge load of cum inside of her. We came together, and her pussy squeezed my cock in unison with my cumming inside her, it was so intense I almost couldn’t see straight.

As we lay in bed afterwards, I couldn’t help but wonder who I had paid off to get something like this. My girlfriend Karen was smart and beautiful, and each time I saw her, she was getting stronger and stronger, more and more muscular. I don’t know how things could have gotten better, or could be better, than they were.

Karen - Month 1

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Month 1

We had been dating for about 6 months when it started. We met when I was 26 and she was 25, through mutual friends. We were both done with college and had jobs and were happy, or mostly happy. Karen had been quite an athlete in college, or so I was told. On the volleyball team and a track runner, she stayed in shape all year.

However, after college she had stopped exercising regularly, and had gone from her ‘normal’ 5’4” 120 lbs. to about 150 lbs. I still thought she was gorgeous; brown wavy/curly hair, beautiful pouty lips, a great smile, soft brown eyes, a round ass, and full boobs. She was one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen. Karen’s smile was infectious, her laugh was loud, she liked the same stuff I did, our personalities just clicked. It was great.

She however didn’t always see it that way, she would often lament about how she used to “look so good,” or used to be “so buff.” I’ve always been attracted to strong athletic women, some visible muscle tone is sexy. I had just gotten a raise and promotion at my job, and decided for her birthday to buy us both a gym membership, and buy her 4 months of personal training.

She was ecstatic, telling me that I wouldn’t recognize her in 4 months, she was going to be a different person. I encouraged her of course, telling her I would exercise with her, eat better with her, and other stuff. I didn’t really believe it, but I thought it would be better for me, and it’d make her happy, so it’d be a good idea. I was much more right than I thought I was.

We went together a few times to the gym after she began her personal training, but I dropped off afterwards. My work schedule was getting more demanding, and I was traveling more often, so I was unable to go as much as I wanted. She understood and was accepting of that, it was nice.

After two weeks, she hung up a picture in her apartment next to where a small set of light weights and her yoga mat is. It was a picture of a woman who wasn’t just in shape, this woman was ripped. She was making a most muscular pose, and I could see every muscle in her upper body. This woman had pecs bigger than mine, the line between them was thick and defined.

Her biceps and triceps jumped off the page, leading to shoulders that popped off of her. Her abs looked like plating over her stomach. The look on her face was powerful, her eyes were dark and intimidating, as if to tell me that she knew she was stronger, and could do whatever she wanted, daring me to stop her.

“What’s that, inspiration?” I asked.

“Yup, that’s what I’m going to look like in 6 months. Last time I was at the gym I paid for another 3 months of training, so I’ve got 7 months total, but it’ll only take me 6 months to look like that,” Karen said.

“Are you serious?” I said, “That woman is huge! Your goal is to look like that, whoa!”

“Yeah, that’s my goal,” Karen said, “and I’m going to get there, just you wait. I looked sort of like that at my peak in college. I weighed 120 lbs. and could leg press 350 lbs. for reps. I could leg press more than boys almost a foot taller than me. This time, I’m going to get even more buff than that. When I was in college our team would work out really hard for 2 months before the season started. I would get lean as hell and really cut, you could see my six pack, you’ve just never seen any pictures. This time I have 7 months, I’m going to look like I did, but be a lot stronger, you just wait and see.”

This was something I just didn’t believe. I liked athletic women, but this was beyond athletic, and the thought that Karen would look like that or could look like that was amazing to me. It turned me on to no end to think about it, I often jerked off in the shower thinking about it, but it wasn’t realistic, at least not right away.

After about a month and a half, my opinion started to change. Karen was getting more and more serious about exercising. I was traveling more often for work, so I didn’t see her as much, and when I did it was clear that her body was changing. I remember in the middle of the second month, I had been gone for over a week working out West, and she picked me up from the airport.

She gave me a hug that was shocking; she easily squeezed me harder than she ever had before, and for a long time. My face registered the shock for her. “Was that too hard?” she said?

“Not at all, I’m just glad to see you,” I replied.

“Riiight,” she said, “glad to see me and a little surprised that your girl is getting stronger. Can you tell? My trainer Stephanie has been working my upper body a lot in the past two weeks, she says I’m making a lot of gains in my chest and upper back. She says I’m coming along nicely. You’ll see, just wait a little longer, I’m gonna kick your ass pretty soon!”

“Whatever,” I said, “take me home.”

We went back to her apartment, and I was surprised again. I hadn’t been there for over a month, I’m out of town a lot and we usually stay at my apartment. The walls in her sunroom have many more posters and fliers showing different exercises.

She had also bought more weights to use at home, and she had more pictures of muscular women on the walls of the room. I looked at a chart on her wall where she had written her progress down; she had gone from 147 lbs. to 137 lbs, from a size 13 to a size 12. She yelled at me to come into her bedroom. I walked in and was surprised again. She was standing in the bedroom, lit only by candlelight. Even in the darkness I could see her body has slimmed up.

She had lost weight in her legs, her stomach wasn’t as large, and her arms were more slender. “This is still the time when I’m losing weight; Stephanie says it’ll take another month before you’ll begin to see any of the muscle growth.” She flexed both biceps, and I could see there was definition in her arms that wasn’t there before. She grabbed me and dragged me into bed and we made love.

This time was the best sex she and I had ever had. She had more energy than ever before, and all the situps she had done had clearly tightened her pussy, she was able to squeeze my cock like nothing I had ever felt before, at one point she squeezed her pussy and my cock slide right out! She was one top and grabbed my shoulders, I was able to feel a new strength in her hands.

She rode me until she had cum 3 times, then I came inside her and she screamed. “Wow, that was amazing,” I said, “that was the best sex I’ve ever had.” “Did you like it,” she said? “It was good, you’re right, you like my tighter pussy, your eyes told me that right away!” “Well that’s hard to hide, your situps have paid off nicely, that’s for sure,” I said. “Just you wait, sexy boy,” she said, “In a couple more months you’re not going to remember this, my pussy will be so tight you’re not going to be able to get in unless I want you there!”

I kissed her forehead, she kissed me, and we fell asleep.