Written & edited by Amnoartist
Robert wasn't exactly a fan of the news his wife shared. He had long harbored a feeling of dread for this day, knowing it would come, but deep down hoped, prayed it wouldn't.
"Bodybuilding? Again? I thought you agreed — we agreed you'd stop chasing that rush, Susan?"
Susan understood her husband's concern. She had finally formed — and in some cases, rebuilt — a loving, caring relationship with the members of her family. Her kids, in their younger years, felt Susan's rampant obsession with the sport the most, often times ignored while she perversely focused on her diet and workout regimen to pack on as much mass as possible to take the most prized award in female bodybuilding, the Miss Mass trophy.
Training for the Miss Mass competition almost killed Susan, all those years back. She wanted — needed — the win, but was by no means ready for it, even with the steroids she shoved into herself to make the increase in mass happen quicker. Simply put, Susan just wasn't cut out for Miss Mass, and stopped chasing after it to rebuild her former life.
So what changed?
"You're right. We did. I did. But I'm older now, at a point in my life where I need to start taking my health more seriously." Susan knew her excuse wouldn't exactly be enough to cut into Robert and help him understand. But she was half right. Susan did need to take better care of her health now. "Bodybuilding's excessive, I know, but it's what got me into the best shape of my life. And even if it was an obsession on my part, it still got you going, didn't it? Besides, I'll just be sticking to independent competitions this time."
Robert scoffed. Whether Susan being jacked got him hot under the collar and hard as a rock or took part in championships was beside the point they were heatedly discussing — and Susan knew that. She did look particularly ravishing when her skin was bronzed and in a bikini though. "I'm more concerned about whether we'll relive the past, have a complete repeat of last time," he commented worriedly.
Robert was distinctly referring to the October of two thousand four, where Susan was preparing for the Miss Mass contest. She spent most of her time that month in the basement gym, beasting through workouts. The days mashed together in a blur, she rarely bothered to sleep, so caught up on not losing her pump. The only time Susan did bother to sleep was when she passed out after riotous, violent sex with Robert, more often than not brought on by an upsurge in libido caused by the steroids she ladled into herself.
"Can't imagine the girls will be happy about the idea either," Robert added.
"They're in their twenties now, Robert, with lives of their own." Susan's eldest daughter Billie studied business at the regional university, while her youngest, Clara, spent most of her time sifting through past exam papers, preparing for the end-of-year examinations. "They've got more important things to worry about than their dear old mama wanting to lift weights again."
"There's lifting weights and there's you lifting weights, Susan," Robert pointed out. He knew there was no point in trying to get his wife to see sense. As stubborn as she was, she'd already made her mind up before they even discussed the matter at length. Robert had decided to gamble: perhaps things wouldn't be as obsessive now as they were before. "Fine. Just...lay off the steroids this time."
Susan knew she couldn't promise that. Make an effort, sure, but that was where the line was drawn. But of course she lied anyway. "Of course. I'm not the woman I used to be. Gotta take extra care of my insides."
They shared a kiss. Though Robert wasn't as enthusiastic as he used to be. Susan let it slide, presuming his detachment was brought on by his lack of readiness to support her decision. He'd eventually come around after seeing his wife's body start regaining its former impressive shape, no doubt.
***
Some hours later...
Despite her retirement from bodybuilding all those years back, the basement gym was still being used — just not by Susan, instead by Robert to maintain a healthy body. He still couldn't hold a candle to his wife, however. Though that was probably because he hadn't used steroids like she did.
Like himself, Robert kept the gym presentable, cleaned it down thoroughly after its use, and re-racked the weight plates. When she was in her prime, chasing the Miss Mass trophy, Susan hadn't bothered to clean the gym when she eventually came out of her roid-pumped stupors, usually leaving that to Robert. Not to mention wiping her down too. But Susan knew there was very little point to any of it, given she'd just inevitably go back and grease the equipment with her sweat not even a couple of hours later anyway.
She picked up the dumbbells nearest her. The lightest set. Susan hadn't lost her form or technique, a constant imprint burnt into her brain from nigh-perverse use, the smell of iron and steel strong in her nostrils, like a matador's blood had smeared a bull's nose. What she had lost was her strength. Something she missed and longed to regain, eager to feel the same sense of incomparable strength she boasted so casually in her early years as a bodybuilder. It was a rush. Erotic, even. Even the idea of gorging on food to maintain her size was stimulating to Susan.
Reaching her ninth curl, she remembered lifting a weight several hudnred pounds heavier like it was nothing, as though, even the weighty object was in her hand, she was only lifting her arm up. So strong was Susan in her prime that the heaviest weights she owned submitted to her. She wanted — needed to experience, own that feeling again. But such strength required the illicitness of drugs and hormones. Susan may have lied to Robert about not using them again, but she had her own doubts. Susan wasn't the woman she once was. Gone was the youthful prodigy of the nineties, replaced by a carbon copy suburban mother of two and loving wife.
The former Susan still resided though, deep in the older shell of the contemporary woman, crying, screaming and shouting desperately to be released, the beast that it was, inhumanely caged. Susan felt her former self try to break free, punching animalistically through her mental barriers in the attempt to not just bring itself to the surface once more, but conquer the woman wholly and utterly. But Susan knew this time there would be no coming back. If she were to let her former obsessive self through, the woman she was — the respected member of the community and loving mother and wife — would be no more, replaced with a bodybuilding-obsessed, steroid-pumped freak. It felt as though Susan had a demon within her.
Susan opted for a heavier pair of dumbbells, the lesser pair carefully restacked. That was when she finally felt her pump and the familiar ecstatic rush hit her like a brick to the face — sudden, hard, powerful, alerting her. Veins had risen to the surface of her arms, a sensation she hadn't experienced in God knows how long. But even then, the feeling—
She traced a vein with her finger, its rigid bumpiness brushing the tip.
A smile. But it was nothing quite like the smiles she'd been giving her family for the past decade. If anything, it was a new smile, at least to them. Susan recognized it straightaway; familiar, longed for. The old Susan had burst to the surface, revealing itself with an uncompromising vengeance.
Her clit pulsed with a furious reckoning, a sensation that compelled Susan to shamelessly grope her crotch as an inevitable streak of love juice trickled down her thighs. She hadn't felt this turned on years - not even Robert could get her going so fervently, paling in comparison as though his skills were that of an insecure virgin. It was as if her true sexual energy had been bottled up all these years and lifting the weights uncorked it.
She played with herself for a moment, moaning softly as her clit tensed and clamped involuntarily around her fingers like a vice, an old strength renewed, revealing itself. Her old self had won out, taking back complete control of her body to obsessively rebuild itself stronger than ever; stronger than any woman; stronger than any man; stronger than any `thing. Susan was determined to prove that.
***
