Michelle 1

Michelle's body glistened with sweat from pumping the iron in her gym.  She was pumped.  She walked over to the wall mirror and stared at her developing body.

Calling Michelle a mere bodybuilder would be an understatement.  She was massively muscled

with enormous biceps, huge thighs and calves, washboard abs heavily muscled back.  She now had surpassed massive and was fast approaching enormous.

She flexed her body and watched the sweatshirt rip by the seams from her body.  Her chest literally exploded out of the now demolished shirt.  It's size was beyond enormous.

She bent her arms slightly and her biceps bunched up into freaky bulges.  She slowly raised her arms and the muscle continued to rise.  It was so huge that she could not get her arm at a ninety-degree angle.  Even with this movement, the bicep was not fully pumped.  She knew this. She was enjoying the sight of her body.

She then flexed the muscle bring more power into the flex and it rose larger.  She smiled.  "Yes! That's right.  Just keep on growing.  Bigger!  Bigger!" she thought.

The monster bicep responded.  It grew and grew.  Just when it had reached phenomenal size, she poured in more power and it grew again with a pop.

It was huge.  The veins criss cross it obscenely.  Its size was startling.

"That's right.  I know it is huge and powerful," she thought.  "Look at the size of it.  It has got to be over 25 inches!"  She slowly began to pump it more.  Again and again.

Just when she thought it was a big as it could get, it expanded again.  "My god!  Just look at me!  My muscles are enormous! I guess it is time to see just how big and powerful I am."

She walked over to the counter and picked up the measuring tape.  She stretched it out and began measuring.

She had begun bodybuilding only eighteen months ago.  She began because she was putting on weight.  Her boyfriend was a bodybuilder.  She had met him at her doctor's office.  He thought she was beautiful.  She was short and stocky.  He never considered her fat.

When they went out on a date, he realized that her stocky build was very solid he loved her dark skin.  He has always dreamed of finding a girl who could dominate him, one that could dwarf his

size and strength.  He talked her into weight lifting and developing her body.

They both were surprised when she began lifting.  She was surprisingly strong.  She could bench press 200 pounds.  She could curl 80 pounds.  She began lifting and training in

earnest.

Their time together was short.  Ken, Michelles' boyfriend, worked oil rigs.  He would be gone for six months.  They had planned to get together when he returned.

Ken expressed his hidden fantasy to Michelle.  She was surprised.  She never thought that males wanted to be dominated by women, especially muscular women.  This intrigued her.  She was willing to pump iron to satisfy her boyfriend's desire.

She stepped on the scale.  It read 203 pounds.  She stood only 5’3”.

She proudly acknowledged her measurements.  "42-28-38".  Just six months ago she was "36-24-36".  At that time she weighed 159 pounds.  It was solid muscle, just not developed.  With encouragement from Ken, she developed it.  Her biceps were 25", her thighs 28" and her calves were 22".

She felt huge and powerful.  When she did a double biceps pose, she was frightening.

"Ken will be home later today. I hope he still wants me.  I've spent a lot of time developing my muscles."  She flexed her abs.

She flexed her muscles and the display was frightening.  The amount of muscle was astounding.

The phone rang and brought her out of her trance.  It was Ken.

"I missed yo, Babe.  I've been pumping iron since you left.  Ken, I've grown.  I hope you like how much I've grown. It's all muscle and I am really huge."

Ken responded, "If you put muscle on you already solid body, you must be huge!"

"Come over and see for yourself."

Michelle hung up the phone.

"Time for a workout. I really want to be pumped for him."

Michelle went into the gym and began.  Squats, curls, dead lifts, butterflies, military press, clean and jerk, and concentrated curls. She did them all.

An hour and twenty minutes later, she truly was pumped.  She went to shower and then chose something seductive to wear.

She began to choose her outfit.  A super tight mini skirt with a slit on the thigh looked awesome.  Her colossal thighs made the skirt extremely tight, accentuating their enormity.  The slit was on the verge of expanding because of their girth.

Her top was a simple one.  But when you possess the muscle mass Michelle did, the top was not simple.

It was not designed to show cleavage.  It did on her.  It was not designed to show her abs.  This one did because so much was trying to cover her massive chest.  It was losing the battle.

Her gigantic biceps were exposed.  She walked over to the mirror and liked what she saw.

"Damn!  I look awesome.  Just look at those thighs.  My top is so tight with these thick pecs. I hope he can handle me."

Michelle ran her hand over her muscles.  She was getting aroused.  "MMMM.  These muscles feel so good.  I wonder if I have enough time for a quickie."

Her hand slid down under her skirt and stroked her pussy.  She was soaking wet.

"Damn.  It is so easy for me to turn myself on with this body!”

She slid her finger into her cunt, stroking her clit.  She began to breathe heavily.  Her chest heaving up and down.  She didn't think about the blouse.  I was losing its battle to keep her covered.  She flexed her chest, and the front of the blouse ripped, exposing her huge breasts.  As she orgasmed, she flexed her entire body.  The skirt ripped off and fell to the ground.  Her climax lasted fifteen minutes.  When her head cleared, she realized the time.

"Shit, he'll be here in a few minutes!  What do I have to wear?"

Unfortunately for Michelle, her choice of clothing was now limited.   She found a pair of jean shorts.  She squeezed into them.  They were stretched to the maximum.  She tried to zip up the pants with little success.  It was able to go about half way.  Forget trying to fasten the button.  She an old halter-top.  She stretched it over her massive muscles and ties it in the front.  With tremendous effort, because the ties were extremely elastic, she was able to tie a knot.

She turned and looked in the mirror.  She was not prepared for what was staring back.

"Damn!  I look like a walking advertisement for sex!  Just look at my huge pecs bulging out of this too small top!  My abs fully exposed and ripped.  My thighs ready to shred these shorts

to bits!  I am unable to even fasten these shorts because my ass is so huge!  When he sees me, we will not be able to get past the hello baby.  He'll be on top of me like a sex deprived animal!"