Early Look at a Female Muscle Commission - Finding Fiona

This story is scheduled to be written a couple of months out, but I've started it and may write little blurbs from time to time before I finish it off later because it’s fun. It's a sexy female muscle commission in progress, and its patron volunteered it to be shared with all of you as I do it. It will be a couple of months before I really get going in earnest and finish it up, but thanks to FfejL for volunteering his story for everyone to enjoy on my Patreon to enjoy while I write it.

Warning: It's really sexy. Already. Even barely into the beginning. Pretty much starts with a bang, thanks to FfejL's wonderful concept. You all know how much I like to write sexy scenes, and I think this is one of my hotter ones... ;)

FINDING FIONA

Commissioned by FfejL

Written by HikerAngel

PART 1

As Fiona took the stage, audible gasps rippled over the audience. The sound was quickly followed by absolute silence. Every eye turned toward the stage, drinking in the sight of the most perfect physique any of them had ever beheld.

Fiona’s confident smile grew wider as she strode to the center of the stage in nothing but a skimpy bikini, determined to show these bodybuilders absolute perfection for the first time. Unlike all of the other competitors, she hadn’t bothered with makeup or hair products. She didn’t need to. Her natural looks were easily the equal of even the most gorgeous of covermodels—after they had been photoshopped. Similarly, she didn’t bother with changes to her salt intake, hydration or any other preparation techniques that she watched the other contestants engaging in backstage. With musculature far denser, far larger, and far more defined than any of her competition, she simply had no need of those sorts of tricks. She simply walked onto the stage just as she appeared on any given day...

...absolutely magnificent.

A lush mane of shimmering brown hair was pulled up into a thick ponytail to keep its long length from obstructing the judges’ view of her broad shoulders and beautifully developed upper back. Her eyes had an Asian almond shape but their large size and viridian irises made it clear that her heritage was not Asian alone. Her naturally brown skin and delicate facial features made her ethnicity indeterminate, combining to give her an exotic, multiracial appearance that only seemed to enhance her stunning looks.

But as heartbreakingly gorgeous as Fiona’s visage was, her body was even more staggeringly exquisite. Massive but sleek, impossibly strong, yet still deliciously curvaceous, her sculpted form was a masterpiece of feminine power.

Thick, sinuous cords of muscle wound through her mighty physique, gracefully flowing through her divine form with leonine elegance. Every movement of her perfect body caused an explosion of breathtakingly sculpted swells and ridges in her arms, legs, and core. Her body displayed such staggering levels of definition that it was as if every individual muscle fiber were visible as they tightened and relaxed under her flawless skin.

“She’s even bigger than the men!” a voice from the audience broke the deafening silence, even hushed, as it was, in utter awe.

Fiona’s luminous eyes twinkled with incandescent delight. It was true. No man had a physique that could match up with hers. As if to drive home the point, she raised both arms and flexed. Her biceps exploded upward. They were massive, completely dwarfing those of even the most bulky heavyweight male competitors.

She turned, her back rippling into smooth hills and sculpted valleys that could make a topographic map of the Himalayas look unremarkable in comparison. Her shoulders displayed striation that left those before her shaking their heads in amazement. As she brought her arms down, her triceps clenched into perfect horseshoes, quivering with feminine might.

As a ripple of gasps worked its way through the audience, she turned again, her calves hardening into curves of steel as she spun on her heel. Facing forward to the audience one again, her chest tightened into absolute steel as she brought her arms before her, her breasts surging forward, threatening to burst the tiny bikini top that had already been struggling to contain them.

She extended her huge arms outward before clenching down on her abs. Steel-hard swells of muscle contracted into a shockingly cobbled network of chiseled grooves and deeply carved trenches. The jagged edges of her deeply engraved obliques looked like plates of armor running along each side of her sculpted center.

Her broad shoulders, absurdly developed lats, and miniscule waist made her upper body look like an inverted triangle, only the insane definition of her core keeping the massive, densely packed muscles of her arms, back, and chest from looking as if they should bend her over with their prodigious mass.

“Good God! Look at those abs!” the whispered statement from someone in the front row, only the silence of the rest of the room allowing it to be heard throughout the large auditorium. Fiona smirked at the wonder in the man’s voice.

Next, she decided to show off her lower body, twisting each leg outward in turn, flexing the muscles in her quads and hamstrings into iron relief as they expanded outward, each layer of muscle in their trunklike columns edged by deep channels of quivering power.

The tightening, expanding might of her diamond-shaped calves made her knees look tiny in comparison to the heavy musculature that fanned out both above and below them. This woman’s body packed on more deliciously sculpted sinew than anyone in the room had ever seen—and this was a room full of people accustomed to witnessing the most beautifully developed bodies on earth.

Giving the audience one last full-body flex, Fiona had to hold back a laugh as a man standing in the back collapsed, his knees giving out merely from watching her breathtaking display of physical perfection. She twirled gracefully, a broad smile on her lips, then stalked offstage, sending the audience into a sudden flurry of shocked exclamations and activity as they struggled to make sense of what they had just seen.

As she strode through the backstage area, she watched several of the male competitors ogle her out of the corner of her eye. She smiled, knowing that she would win. She resolved to have some fun with the men’s winner after the competition as well.

She didn’t have to wait long. A few hours later, a voice crackled over the speakers in the auditorium announcing her and a man named John Jameson as the winners. As Fiona walked onto the stage, she gave the man a once over. He was delicious built and looked quite strong, though it was clear that he was no competition for her.

The two exchanged a glance, John’s eyes astonished, Fiona’s eyes predatory, just before they both flexed. Fiona looked over at the huge, well-built man, his beefy biceps, bulging pecs, succulently striated quads, and cobbled abs trembling with effort as the man attempted to pump his body into something that might match hers. But it was useless. Fiona was absolute perfection.

Not a single eye remained on John as Fiona struck a pose of her own, dwarfing the man in size, outdueling his nearly perfect symmetry, and absolutely burying him with her unthinkable level of definition.

As the two left the stage after the ceremony, Mr. and Ms. Olympia medals dangling from their necks to bounce from their chiseled bodies with each step, Fiona placed a massive arm around John’s heavily muscled back and bowling-ball sized shoulders. She squeezed him to her, forcing his lips into a grimace as she turned to look at her, his eyes wide at her display of power.

“Women’s bathroom. Five minutes,” she whispered, giving him a flirtatious wink.

He was there to meet her in three.

She pulled him inside, slamming the door shut with a powerful arm, twisting closed the lock as she enveloped him in the tight embrace of her iron-hard arms, feeling a burst of air on her face as she emptied his lungs. She enjoyed the feel of the steely slopes of his broad chest as they crushed her massive breasts, the touch of his strong hands as they traced the smooth muscles of her perfect back.

Their lips met, tongues twirling together in passion as the two most deliciously developed physiques on the planet came together with a slap of impossibly firm flesh.

“How… are you… so strong?” asked John between kisses as he devoured her mouth hungrily. “Steroids?”

Fiona scoffed, pulling her mouth from his and raising her chin to give him access to nibble on her thick neck. “No steroids. They couldn’t get me to this level anyway. Just good genes.”

“I’ll say,” he said, moving his mouth lower to lick the hollow of her collarbone. His hard biceps snaked down her wing-like lats until his fingers slid into the two-inch deep grooves between each of her ultra-defined abs.

Fiona felt John’s gasp of heated breath on the skin of her upper chest as he felt her stomach. “The kind of development you have… it’s… it’s impossible!”

“For you, maybe,” Fiona smirked, slithering her long fingers through his hair to force his head down the upper slopes of her immense breasts. He began to kiss them desperately. “But not for me…”

“Are these natural?” he asked, his fingers rising to squeeze Fiona’s breasts.

“Of course!” she replied, shoving his head between them.

“But you have almost no body fat!” his muffled voice rose from the depths of her cleavage.

“True…” Fiona grabbed him by the back of the neck, flinging him across the small room with such force that his deliciously muscled ass cracked the tile.

“Geez, lady! You like it rough, huh?”

Fire lighting her eyes, she gazed into his eyes, taking a step forward. “Only when I’m with someone who can’t handle it....”

She took another step. “...you are strong aren’t you?”

John puffed out his chest. “Of course I am!”

“So you think you can handle me?” She took another step forward.

“Of course I can!” he said, his huge biceps twitching.

Fiona stopped just before she reached them, slithering her fingers over his until their hands were interlaced.

John arched an eyebrow. “What’s this all about?”

“Overpower me,” Fiona purred, licking her lips, clearly aroused.

John gave a nervous laugh, his gaze dropping to watch her enormous arms tense, the woman’s muscles rippling with power. But he steadied himself, set his feet, and clenched her hands in his.

John’s upper arms swelled as blood flowed freely into his clenching muscles. He pushed forward, determined to show this woman just how strong he was.

Her arms grew taut and pumped but didn’t move.

John pushed harder, grunting with the effort.

Still, she didn’t budge.

Leaning forward, he threw his full body weight into it, the immense, sculpted slabs of rounded, masculine sinew gave everything they had. Fiona’s arms began to quiver slightly with the effort of holding him back but still didn’t move back so much as an inch.

She looked over his flexing chest, his chiseled abs, the veins throbbing in his arms as he poured his maximum effort into overpowering her, and her mouth began to water at the thought of sex with the most perfect male specimen on earth. On her terms.

“How can you be this strong?” John asked, his huge member beginning to rise, it’s thick length easily visible in the tiny swimsuit he wore. “A woman!”

Fiona decided to show this man her full strength, finding the idea of completely outclassing the  confident male’s strength irresistibly arousing. She tightened her grip on his hands, smirking as she watched the tendons in his neck grow taut, his mouth grimacing in pain. Then, she began to push him back. Her progress was slow at first, but her momentum built as she overpowered the massive man with increasing ease.

The carved ridges and steely swells of his perfect, masculine form bulged and shook, but the man, built as he was, was no match for her raw power. His elbows smashed into the wall behind him, each cracking a tile as they accelerated backward with the incredible force Fiona was generating. John hissed in pain, but Fiona’s eyes only flashed with the satisfaction of overpowering the poor man. She was only getting started.

“Your power! It’s insane!” John managed, his breathing becoming shallow with arousal. His erection was in full force, stretching his swimsuit nearly to the point where it strained the material to near bursting. Never had he felt a body like hers. It was as if she were made of warm, living steel.

She continued to shove his arms back, and they rotated outward until the backs of his hands crunched into the wall just as his elbows had. His heavily sinewed arms extended to either side of his body, the woman’s magnificent arms pinning him helplessly to the wall. He writhed against the bathroom wall but had no leverage now—not that it had mattered when he did. She was clearly far stronger than he was.

“You are pretty strong, John,” Fiona breathed huskily, her lips less than an inch from his. She could feel his whimpering breath on her mouth. “But no one is as strong as me.”

She plunged her tongue between his lips, crushing her huge breasts against the hard muscles of his broad chest. She was as tall as his 6’4”, but her hips came to his stomach, courtesy of her insanely long legs. She broke their kiss, leaving John breathless and panting with desire as she bent her knees slightly, aligning the deeply carved groove between her perfect abs with his quivering cock.

Fiona undulated her hips, rolling her sculpted torso into the man’s huge erection. As his tip pressed against the warm cobbles of her abs, it ripped through the thin swimsuit fabric that had been struggling to contain it before sliding into the deep vertical trench of her rock-hard stomach.

He groaned, his eyes squeezing shut in ecstasy as shockingly powerful jolts electric pleasure shorted out his desire-addled mind from the violently erotic contact with her perfect body. Fiona straightened slowly, grinding his massive member against her rippling stomach as she made waves with her abdomen, her steely muscles clenching and releasing against his throbbing shaft.

John gasped, and Fiona knew his climax was already near. She was accustomed to causing such rapid orgasms in her sexual partners. She knew that she could create a sexual experience that was completely overwhelming for even the most physically gifted of her partners. And she loved it.

She pressed her hips into him, rising to her full height, dragging his penis over the impossibly defined ridges of her magnificent abs. It was too much for him to withstand, just as she’d known it would be.

He exploded, his mammoth cock blasting hot, viscous fluid all over her stomach.

Fiona continued to milk him, not stopping her undulating motions, enjoying the feel of his powerful-but-helpless body against hers as it grew taut and spasmed with orgasmic pleasure.

“Omigod, omigod, OH MY GOD!!!” he cried as he thrust his hips into her unyielding body over and over for a solid minute of breathtakingly powerful climaxes.

Finally, however, it ended, his muscular body going limp, knees giving out. Fiona continued to hold him against the wall with both hands, her deliciously sculpted muscles drawing tight with the increased effort that supporting his full weight in this way necessitated.

“Did you like that, John?” Fiona asked, her voice a throaty purr. “Do you like the feel of my body?”

“God, yes,” he said, breathing heavily. “I can’t believe I came that hard without even being inside you.”

The corners of Fiona’s succulent lips twitched upward to form a sly smile. “You aren’t ready to be inside me yet. That will come later. It would have been a little overwhelming to feel the inside of me quite this soon…”

John met her gaze with wide, awestruck eyes, his legs still trembling in the aftermath of the most powerful climax of his life. Fiona smirked, knowing that the poor man had been overwhelmed simply from the sensual contact with her ripped stomach.

“But first,” she continued, her smile widening to Cheshire proportions. “It’s my turn.”

Fiona released him, and John fell forward, his limp body collapsing. His face landed right between the upper slopes of her massive breasts. His hands rose in a belated attempt to catch his fall, landing just above her smooth hips to clutch at obliques that felt like plates of armor on each side of her slender waist.

“Christ!” he exclaimed, his voice muffled by her lush breasts. “Every part of you feels like it’s made of iron!”

Fiona laughed, stepping back to let John fall to his knees before her, his legs still too jellylike to support his weight after his long, staggeringly powerful climax. His mouth came to rest against her still-sticky abs. As he pushed against her body with his trembling hands, Fiona reached down, dipping her index finger in the residue of his orgasm. Looking down on him from far above, she watched his eyes follow her slowly ascending fingertip until it met her luscious lips.

She inserted it into her mouth, swirling her tongue over it as she closed her eyes, luxuriating in the salty taste of her latest sexual conquest. A moment later, her long lashes fluttered open, and she smiled, amused at the hungry look in John’s eyes as he stared up at her.

“Make me come” she ordered softly, knowing that she didn’t need to be very forceful. He would want to pleasure her. Hell, he’d probably be desperate to do it. They usually were.

Reaching one finger under the string in the center of her bikini, she pressed it outward. The slender length of fabric on her fingertip drew taut before it snapped and fell away. Her other hand slid down the silky skin of her rounded hip before curling around the string of her bottoms to tear it free as well.

Her naked body fully revealed to the man, Fiona stepped forward once again, slithering her fingers through his thick hair before curling them into a fist. Closing her grip on his hair, she pulled his head forward until his forehead collided with her steely lower abdomen. Warm breath heated her nether regions as his lips touched her sex.

John knew exactly what she wanted, and the man was all too eager to oblige.

Fiona felt his hot, wet tongue push outward from between his lips to probe her. It glided over her slit, causing her to shudder in anticipation. She could already tell he was going to be good, his licking slow but forceful, just the way she liked it.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned as he repositioned his hands over the spherical cheeks of her breathtakingly developed glutes and thrust his tongue into her nether regions until his chin thumped against her hard body. “More…”

She felt his lips curl into a smile against her lower abdomen, its contact with her sensitive flesh causing a wave of goosebumps to wash over her perfect skin. John wriggled his tongue inside her, the vibrations sending ripples of pleasure radiating into her womb.

“Oh God,” she breathed huskily. “More…”

She felt John shift on his knees, his fingers tightening as they pressed into her firm, luscious ass. His tongue rose upward within her,  moisture dribbling down the deep grooves that lined the muscle in her inner thighs, until he found the top of her canal. He pushed deeper into her until the front of his teeth ground against her engorged clit.

“Yes!” Fiona hissed, feeling the inner muscles of her ridiculously strong core pulling tight with dizzying waves of arousal. “More…”

John drew languidly outward before thrusting forcefully into her, his tongue extending to reach as deeply into her depths as it could. Fiona felt heat build in her body with his efforts, electricity crackling through her as his teeth nipped at her clit.

“Uhhhgaaaawd,” she breathed shakily, feeling her huge muscles flexing as her inside began to quiver.

John did it again, his tongue flowing outward before jabbing back into her, this time swirling over her clit again and again. Fiona’s abs clenched, a web of dense muscle exploding over her midsection as her lips began to tremble.

John knew exactly what to do. He reversed direction, his tongue giving one last counterclockwise swirl, then bit down.

Fiona’s world exploded in rapture.

Her toes curled, her perfect physique shook with the first in a series of powerful convulsions, and she screamed. ‘YEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!”

If anyone outside hadn’t figured out what was going on inside the locked bathroom before, they had to know now.

Her hips bucked forward, knocking John backward, his head cracking the tile on the wall as he slumped, dazed, to the ground. Fiona reached out to a nearby counter to steady herself as her knees gave out, thankful that she was strong enough to hold herself upright with a single overdeveloped tricep.

She felt wave after wave of pleasure roll through her perfect body until her muscles clenched in one, final orgasmic tremor.

John rose shakily to his feet, and Fiona wrapped a massive arm around his chiseled torso. She pulled him in, strength returning to her lower body as she stood tall once more. She lowered a hand, drifting her fingers over his cobbled stomach to rest it on his cock. She squeezed it gently, massaging his massive member with her fingers, teasing it back to life in spite of his extremely recent orgasm. John’s eager lips found hers and the pair kissed deeply. Fiona snaked her hands over John’s rippling back, digging her fingers into his tight body hard enough to elicit a gasp from the man.

She pulled his muscular body toward her, brushing her lips over his cheek until they arrived at his ear. “Now, you get to be inside me,” she whispered before giving its lobe a playful nip.

She pushed onto her tiptoes, using her hand to guide him to her entrance, then dropped back onto her heels. Her long, heavily sinewed thighs tensed as his tip pushed into her, and she felt his hot, shuddering breath on her neck as she mounted him.

John thrust into her, and Fiona wrapped her legs around him, causing him to stagger backward to the wall again under the weight of her immense body.

“Fuck me, John!” Fiona breathed, her hungry lips and brilliantly white teeth working their way down his neck. “Fuck me as hard as you can!”

Fiona’s glutes tensed, her legs curling around the sculpted man’s muscled hips, flexing powerfully to force him more deeply into her.

“Oh, God!” he screamed as her hands found his ass and pulled, grinding his thick member into her body, causing his huge cock to penetrate her as far as he possibly could.

He climaxed again, his body shaking badly, as if he were having a seizure. He pulsed and spasmed, until he collapsed again, dropping beneath her as her legs released him, her feet hitting the tiled floor to either side.

She reached down, pulling his panting lips to hers, and gave him another achingly deep kiss before lifting his limp body before her with a single arm, his feet dangling six inches off the ground. The immense muscles of her powerful arm trembled with the effort of holding nearly three hundred pounds of masculine muscle in the air like this.

“My God,” he said. “I’ve never felt anything like it…”

Fiona smirked. “Oh, John, we’re just getting to the good part…”

The huge man swallowed hard, his eyes looking at once fearful and hopeful before she proceeded to ravish him into a sexual oblivion.

Thirty minutes later, Fiona flipped open the lock of the bathroom door and walked out of the bathroom, completely nude, wiping her inner thighs with the remnants of her swimsuit as she walked naked back to her locker, past a number of other contestants. She simply grinned as she walked past their awestruck faces.

John still lay on the bathroom floor, delirious from a dizzying mix of exhaustion and ecstasy, still twitching with the aftereffects of his sixth orgasm after the most amazing sex he would ever have.