Pro Bodybuilding
Josh decided that living with a beautiful sex-crazed muscle-babe cheerleader girlfriend was about as good as life could get. After they graduated, he traded in the athletic center of his college life as a varsity football captain for a too-stressful software job. During the day, he built up some envy for Liz, since she got to stay home and work out the entire day, but every evening his resentment changed to appreciation as he savored her miraculously muscular body and fucked her until she screamed in ecstasy.
With Liz's top finish at her first local bodybuilding contest, she had earned her professional bodybuilding card. That gave her the opportunity to compete in the next regional-level bodybuilding competition, but only three weeks to prepare. Ordering a custom-made professional bikini was impossible in that short time, but she did find a trainer who could give her last-minute posing and training advice. After a hurried series of phone calls, Liz found Veronika Markov, a former top professional bodybuilder. In retirement, Vanessa still did guest posing and ran camps for novice bodybuilders, but was willing to be Liz's exclusive personal trainer for the upcoming competition.
When Liz returned from her first coaching session, she was talking twice as fast as usual and practically dancing around the room. Veronika, in fact, had been one of the judges for Liz's local contest win, and claimed to be extremely impressed with Liz's condition and potential. Veronika spent the afternoon with Liz developing a rigorous schedule for every minute of exercise and sleep and every gram of food and water. Two large boxes held the pills and supplements to push the process along.
The first particular challenge was that Liz would have only three weeks to catch up with other contestants who had two years of professional preparation. Fortunately, Liz had been working out intensely enough on her own to have the solid musculature of a seasoned competitor. She would, however, have to divide her workout time between lifting lighter weights with high repetitions to pump up her muscle volume and practicing her exhausting and athletic dance-like posing routine.
The second particular challenge for Liz would be her breasts. Due to her secret and exceedingly delightful training techniques, Liz had maintained her lusciously full natural breasts while losing body fat everywhere else. One consequence was that she could not even borrow a posing bikini from Veronika's extensive collection for her students. The existing bodybuilder's tops came in two designs; one to cover the nipples of breasts that had shrunk away to nothing, the other to cover the rock-solid hemispheres of implants. Neither had enough strength to support large natural globes that actually swayed when their owner moved. Of course, Liz's breasts looked stunning in any conventional swimsuit top, so they settled on one that revealed the deep cleavage of her natural curves. The second consequence was that her large top demanded symmetry, so Veronika recommended double sets for glutes, thighs, and calves for balance. Although Liz had extremely strong pectoral muscles from bench press competitions against the football players and Josh in particular, Veronika also recommended double sets, so her pecs would still look large even in comparison with her breasts.
Liz began training with a burning fury. An ordinary man would have been tired just watching her efforts, but Josh was completely exhausted due to his special role in her training. In addition to his usual assistance in the morning and evening, now she wanted him to bring her to orgasm four times a day, so he started coming home for lunch and staying up until midnight. The first day, he was thrilled to bring her to a cock-pounding climax four times, but by the third day, his only-human penis was worn out by Liz's superhuman cunt, so he started delivering most of her orgasms with his practiced tongue and hands.
Under her new routine of hundreds of reps, augmented by massive doses of creatine and other supplements, Josh thought he could see visible improvements to her muscles day by day. Fibers seemed to swell, developing impossibly sharp valleys from their neighbors. Her skin tightened to show stunning striations in every muscle from the coarse-grained and huge muscles of her thighs to her fine-grained abs with their razor-cut edges.
Liz came back energized from her twice-weekly coaching sessions. Veronika was amazed by the pace of Liz's development and grilled her angrily about whether she was taking steroids. Liz kept her orgasm-assisted workouts a secret for the moment, and explained that she was just training very hard as a result of the steady encouragement and inspiration from Josh.
During the second week of her preparation, Josh was somewhat relieved that Liz didn't seem so demanding about getting orgasms from him. He chalked it down to tiredness from her heavier training, until he came home from work earlier than usual on Thursday afternoon. He came quietly in the side door and saw Liz pumping the leg press sled with a machine-like intensity. Over the course of dozens of reps, her grunts became hoarser, and then merged into cries of pain as she forced her tortured, swollen muscles to push the weight again. After five final screaming lifts, Liz collapsed in the seat exhausted.
As the sound of Liz's panting and the tortured metal creaking had quieted down, Josh thought he heard an unusual buzzing sound. Not wishing to startle her too much, he knocked on a cabinet door and called out, "Hi, Honey! I'm home."
Despite her exhaustion, Liz rapidly swung her naked body around to face away from Josh and dropped a towel into her lap. "Hi, Honey. I didn't expect you home so early."
As Josh walked toward her, he admired the extreme curves of her back from her bigger-than-ever shoulders to her tinier-than-ever waist and the cleft of her super-firm ass. The perspiration on her skin gave bright highlights to the contours of her amazing muscles. He started to explain why he was early, but heard a mechanical drone that became louder as he walked toward the leg press. Liz's hands groped frantically underneath the towel on her lap. The sound stopped, but in the process, the towel fell off, revealing a huge, black, industrial-strength vibrator protruding from between her legs.
With a slow exhalation, she slid the glistening, three-inch diameter shaft out of her body and let it fall to the floor. She covered her face with her hands and pleaded, "I'm so sorry Josh, I didn't plan to resort to mechanical means, but I've never lifted this hard before and I just couldn't do it without the orgasms. If you want me to, I'll stop."
"Well, I am a little concerned that my dick can't compete with the feelings you get from that monster," he declared. His tone softened, however, as he added, "I think you might need to use it in my place, though, this coming week. Craig was in a car accident and is in the hospital. He's in stable condition and should recover completely, but my boss ordered me to take over his business trip, so I'll be gone all next week."
The next few days were excruciating for Josh. Whenever he called Liz, he ended up talking to the message machine. She didn't call him back in person, but just left voice or text messages relating that her training was going well, that she hoped his business trip was successful, and that because of her contest preparations, she had no time to talk.
Josh was able to wrap up his trip early by working a fourteen hour day at the Singapore factory and then hopping on a plane populated by a few other bleary-eyed zombies. Since he only slept three fitful hours on the plane, Josh was still exhausted when he arrived back at the apartment. The lights in the gym were on, so he entered through the first-floor door. Pulse-pounding rock music was blasting, and it took him a few moments to locate the only slightly less-raucous clank of weights being rocketed up and down on the bench press. Josh had never seen anyone lift weights this fast - Liz was driving the heavy weight with the kind of speed she used to apply to her cheerleader's pom-poms.
As he walked around the other equipment in the room, he lost sight of Liz's head and arms. As he saw the other end of the bench, however, his befuddled brain was trying to figure out how Liz had moved so fast, since during that brief time, her astonishingly shapely, sexy, naked rear was now kneeling at the bottom end of the bench. As he continued walking and the entire bench came into view, he realized that there were TWO naked and astonishingly buff women at the bench: Liz pumping out rapid lifts, and some other woman with her face buried between Liz's muscular thighs.
"Get the fuck away from Liz!" Josh screamed. Liz dropped the bar into the supports with a loud clang. The other woman slowly stood up, wiping Liz's juices off her chin.
