Sam Commission 1

Here's something a little different, a commission I did a few months back based on the original Sam story. 

Sam just kept getting bigger, lifting and juicing, and it was a sick fantasy come to life for me. I guess it shouldn’t have surprised me when she suggested I start juicing and lifting, too. After all, it was only fair, right?

“I mean look at me,” Sam said, flexing her athenian physique, her chest puffing up with hard angular bulges of muscle as her biceps bulged with thick, meaty striations. 

“I’m a fucking beast!” she said. “And look at you!” she poked me in the chest and I faltered backward from the blow. Now, I wasn’t exactly small. I weighed in at around 190 lbs and I was fairly athletic. But compared to my super-buff, juiced up girlfriend, I was tiny.

I frowned. “But you’re so fucking huge, you’d make any guy look small.”

“Exactly,” she said, smiling, and flexed up a huge bicep that looked like a fucking football blowing up from her arm. “That’s why you need to get juiced, too!”

“I don’t know,” I replied reluctantly.

“Oh come on,” she said playfully flexing her abs. They bulged and rippled, all freaky with peaks and gouges. “If you don’t start packing on some mass, I might end up breaking you during sex!”

My eyes widened. She shoved me back onto the bed. I literally flew through the air with the force of her casual blow. Then she leaped, actually left her feet and landed on the bed, just missing me with her hands and knees. Her huge heft caused the bed to buck and strain. I was surprised it held up.

“Come on, babe,” she said sensually, leaning back and feeling up her own abs and pecs. “You know how I get when I’m horny!” 

Her muscular pussy started belching juices, already into overdrive just from feeling up her own muscles. I reached out and grabbed her hips. They were so thick, and they felt like warm granite.

“And right now, I’m soooo horny!” she cried. She quickly mounted me, and began thrusting, fucking me hard and fast, as both pleasure and pain flashed through my brain. My last thought, before I passed out from the onslaught, was that I had better get on her program if I wanted to survive this relationship.