The crossfit influencer a FMG story - Part 4

The roar of the crowd still echoed in Natalia’s ears, a fading symphony of approval that hummed through her veins. Adrenaline, hot and potent, sang through her muscles, leaving her feeling impossibly large, wired, and utterly invincible. She stood in the small, sterile dressing room, the scent of sweat thick in the air. The match had been fun, exhilarating, and somehow, it felt like it had pushed the very boundaries of her physical form. Her already formidable muscles felt swollen, dense, and alive, pressing tight against her skin.

She peeled off the sweat-soaked layers of her purple leotard. Her reflection in the harsh fluorescent light showed a physique, now amplified by the serum and her intense exertion. Every contour seemed sharper, every curve of muscle more pronounced. It wasn't just a pump; it felt like her body had responded to the fight, settling into a new, slightly larger equilibrium of raw power.

From a large duffel bag, she pulled out the outfit Peter had laid out. It was a beautiful, deep purple dress, made of a stretchy fabric that shimmered slightly. As she pulled it over her head, she immediately realized a discrepancy between the garment and her current state. The skirt part felt tight, hugging her hips and thighs, but the top… the top was designed for a far less voluminous chest and back. It stretched tautly across her enormous lats and pectorals, the low neckline looked strained over her colossal traps and shoulders. It looked less like a dress top and more like a strategically placed, shimmering bikini top struggling to contain a pair of watermelons.

A soft knock on the door and Peter peeking his head in, a wide, adoring grin on his face. “Wow,” he breathed, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. “Natalia, you were incredible out there.”

Natalia turned, a triumphant smile on her face. “Thanks, Pete. It felt good. Really good.”

He approached her, his eyes sweeping over her form in the purple dress. His grin softened into one of pure admiration, tinged with awe. “Good? You were terrifying! In the best possible way, of course.” He reached out, his hand tentatively touching the fabric stretched across her shoulder. “That dress… wow. It’s uh… really highlighting the… post-match pump.”

“Post-match everything,” Natalia chuckled, flexing her arm, the bicep hard as stone beneath the fabric. “I swear I grew two inches during that last exchange.”

“Wouldn’t surprise me, we’re going to have to figure that out” Peter said, shaking his head in wonder. “Ready to get out of here? I’m starving, and I bet you are too.”

Getting into Peter’s relatively small car was a minor production. Natalia folded her long legs into the limited space, her shoulders nearly touching both front windows. Despite the slight discomfort, the buzz from the fight kept her spirits high. They chatted easily about the match highlights, the energy between them electric.

She chose a quiet sushi restaurant not far from the hotel. As they walked in, the gentle chatter and clinking of ceramics seemed to hush slightly as Natalia entered. The hostess, a tiny woman, led them to a small table for two near the back. Sitting down felt like an exercise in scale distortion. The chair seemed to shrink beneath Natalia’s weight, and the low table barely cleared her knees. She felt like a giant action figure placed amongst dollhouse furniture. Peter’s size, which looked perfectly normal, only emphasized her own imposing presence in the confined space.

They ordered, Natalia making short work of several large rolls and sashimi platters. As they ate, Peter leaned forward, his eyes sparkling.

“Seriously, though, that fight,” he began, shaking his head. “From my seat… the strength you were putting out… it was something else. You moved like a force of nature.”

“Jaxson didn't even put up a good fight,” Natalia said, spearing a piece of tuna. “Tough, for a whiny brat.”

“Tough? You tossed him around like a rag doll!” Peter laughed. “But…. I could hear you. Even over the crowd noise.”

Natalia raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of water. “Hear me? What did you hear?”

Peter’s cheeks colored slightly, and he lowered his voice, though Natalia caught every word. “When you had him on the mat… you were telling him he was weak, weren’t you? Telling him to give up, that he couldn’t handle you.”

Natalia grinned, a predatory flash in her eyes. “Maybe.. I was … ‘toying’ with him. It’s what he deserves for talking shit online.”

Peter lowered his voice, a shy grin spreading across his face. He glanced around the restaurant, then back at her, his gaze lingering. "Look, uh... this is going to sound weird, maybe... but watching you do that... watching you demand that power, that control... against him..." He trailed off, fiddling with his chopsticks. "Made me think, you know? Maybe... maybe you could... uh... do that to me sometime?"

Natalia stared at him, her blush deepening. The idea seemed to confuse her for a moment, pulling her out of the competitive headspace. "Do what to you, Peter? Lift you?"

"No, no," he mumbled, avoiding her gaze. "That thing. That... command. That look. The 'dom’' thing. maybe?"

Natalia was silent for a long moment. The contrast between the hulking weights and the intimate space was stark. Her online ‘FitNat’ persona wasn't something she easily brought into their private life. A sigh escaped her lips, but a small, knowing smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth.

She met his gaze, her strong hands resting on the table, dwarfing the delicate porcelain. "Peter... you're absolutely ridiculous."

He looked hopeful. "So...?"

Another pause, heavier this time. Then, she gave a small nod, a hint of amusement entering her eyes. "Alright," she agreed, her voice a low rumble that, even without the arena's roar, held immense power. "But don't blame me if you get hurt."

The thick velvet curtains of the hotel suite muffled the sounds of the city below, creating an intimate bubble as Natalia and Peter stepped inside. The air was already warm, hinting at the anticipation that had simmered between them through dinner. Peter closed the door softly behind them, his heart pounding a nervous, excited rhythm against his ribs. He turned to face his wife, and his breath hitched. Natalia stood silhouetted against the soft light filtering from the bathroom, her new 7 foot bodybuilder's frame a magnificent, imposing structure even beneath the elegant evening dress.

Natalia watched him, her expression unreadable for a moment, then the corners of her lips curved into the same slow, knowing smile he’d seen during the match. It wasn't cruel, not harsh, but held an undeniable authority that sent a shiver of pure arousal down Peter’s spine. This was what he'd dreamed of, a gentle hand holding absolute power.

"Well, husband," she said, her voice a low, resonant purr that seemed to vibrate through the room. "You asked for this."

Peter swallowed, feeling suddenly small and exposed beneath her gaze. "I... I did," he managed, his voice a little shaky.

Her smile deepened. "And do you regret it?"

He shook his head immediately, fervently. "No. Never."

She took a step closer, smiling as she started her performance, biting her lip as she got nearer and nearer, her presence filling his vision, enveloping him. "Good. Because tonight, we are no longer equals, because I can't consider such a weak being my equal anymore" she paused, her eyes holding his, "you belong to me. You are my plaything."

The words, simple and direct, hit him with the force of a physical blow, sending a jolt of intense arousal coursing through him. His knees felt weak, and he wanted nothing more than to drop to them right there.

"Undress me… Now," Natalia said, her voice dropping even lower, a command laced with undeniable sexiness.

She didn’t move, simply stood there, her body radiating warmth and power. Peter felt a surge of adrenaline, a mix of nerves and intense desire. He stepped forward, his hands trembling slightly as he reached for the zipper at the back of her dress. It was a simple task, yet under her unwavering gaze, it felt monumental. His fingers fumbled for a second before finding the zipper pull. As he slowly drew it down, the rich fabric parted, revealing the smooth, muscular skin of her back. He could feel the tension in her powerful lats beneath his fingertips.

When the zipper reached the small of her back, the dress loosened. Natalia shrugged it off her shoulders, letting it pool silently at her feet. She stood before him in just her underwear – simple black high-waisted briefs and a sturdy, structured sports bra designed for maximum support, testament to the sheer power it contained.

Peter’s gaze was riveted. Her shoulders were magnificent, broad and capped with perfectly rounded deltoids. Her arms, hanging loosely at her sides, showed the subtle definition of her biceps and triceps. Her torso was a block of solid power, her core tight and strong.

“Now, undress yourself.” She commanded, her tone was cold, commanding, with a hint of mockery

Peter undressed, fumbling with his belt and stepping out of his briefs. Finally standing naked in front of her, his titanic lover.

“Now, flex for me” Commanded Natalia, Peter flexed, making a biceps pose, his heart beating with excitement, more even when he heard her laugh.

“That's all?” She said in a tone of total mockery “And you still think such a pathetic body like yours is suited to a champion like me?” Said Natalia while she lowered her torso and started flexing her biceps, placing it near Peter’s making the comparison abysmal.

“Look at how cute it is, so small…so WEAK” She said, pinching his arm with her two fingers making a painful dent.

“Now try mine, weakling” She commanded, lowering her massive biceps even lower.

Peter placed his hands over her massive biceps, pressing against her muscle with all his strength, it felt like it was pure steel covered in soft velvet. 

Natalia sighed “So when are you gonna start trying? I can't feel anything…humm i'm starting to wonder if I could love someone that weak…,do you understand the gap between us? Toy? Now tell me, am I still only your wife? “Natalia whispered to his hear in a powerful sultry tone.

“I can't shame you calling you just my wife anymore…you’re my goddess” Said Peter, totally aroused by Natalia's performance of dominance.

Natalia’s heart raced when she heard him call her a goddess, he did it a lot in the past, mostly joking…but now…it felt different, he was truly sincere about it, and now she really felt like a goddess.

"Yes… that's right, I AM your Goddess….Now," Natalia commanded, her voice a little warmer now, a hint of pleasure in it. "my bra."

This was the part he had anticipated, the part that felt incredibly intimate and daring. He reached for the front clasp of her thin lacey bra. It was thin, clearly straining, and designed to hold a much smaller chest in place. His fingers worked at the clasp, the material taut against her skin. He could feel the heat radiating from her breasts beneath the fabric.

"Hurry,  toy…," she murmured, a low sound of impatience and desire.

With a small click, the clasp released. Peter pulled the sides apart, and the bra fell away.

He gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. Free from their confinement, her breasts were larger, full, and heavy. They were not soft and yielding like some women's; they were dense, substantial, a testament to the muscle and tissue beneath the skin. Her nipples were already hard, dark points against the pale skin, beckoning him.

"Look at them," Natalia said, her voice a soft instruction. "Aren't they glorious?"

"Yes," Peter breathed, utterly captivated. "They're incredible, Natalia."

"Now," she said, taking another step towards him, bringing her chest closer to his face. He could see the fine network of veins beneath the skin, the slight sheen of sweat. "Make them feel good. Play with them."

He didn't need telling twice. His hands, still trembling, reached out and cupped her breasts. They were surprisingly weighty, filling his palms completely. The skin was smooth and warm. He ran his thumbs over her erect nipples, watching them tighten further under his touch.

"Ah... yes," Natalia moaned, a deep, guttural sound of pleasure that resonated through him, making his groin throb. "That's it. Feel the weight of them."

He kneaded the firm flesh gently, feeling the underlying muscle beneath. He ran his fingertips around the dark areola, tracing the delicate texture. He bent his head and gently suckled one of her nipples, eliciting another deep groan from her throat.

"More," she whispered, her voice laced with urgent need now. "Make them ache for your touch. Pinch them. Tease them. And don't you dare be gentle, these are the breasts of a Goddess, nothing that you could do can harm them"

Emboldened by her moans and commands, Peter became more daring. He tweaked her nipples, rolled them between his fingers, and squeezed them with all his strength. Natalia leaned her heavy mounds into his touch, her body starting to subtly change. As his hands worked her breasts, Peter felt a distinct shift. Her muscles seemed to swell slightly under his touch, her chest expanding, feeling even more solid, more immense than before. It wasn't a visible growth spurt, but a powerful feeling of her mass increasing, her strength intensifying with her arousal and his submission. She felt denser, more formidable.

"You like that, don't you?" she purred, her voice deeper, richer, imbued with the growing sense of power. "Touching my body, feeling my strength... feeling me grow under your hands."

He nodded, speechless, completely lost in the sensations – the firmness of her breasts, the hardness of her nipples, the deep pleasure wracking her body, and the strange, exhilarating feeling of her physical presence becoming even more dominant, more vast, as she responded.

Her moans grew louder, more frequent, punctuated by sharp intakes of breath. "Ah... Peter... that's it... God, you're making me so wet..."

She tilted her head back, her powerful neck arching. The scent of her arousal, musky and sweet, filled the air. She took a step back, breaking his contact with her breasts, leaving him breathless and needing more.

Regaining her composure and ‘goddess’ attitude she began again "Enough of that... for now," she stated, her voice again firm, back in complete control. "Come here."

She turned and walked towards the large, plush bed, her movements powerful and deliberate. Peter followed, mesmerized, his erection straining out from his body. He watched as her strong back muscles rippled, her powerful legs carried her effortlessly.

When she reached the bed, she didn't lie down. Instead, she stopped at the side, facing him. The subtle expansion he had felt earlier seemed to have settled, leaving her feeling incredibly solid, planted like an ancient tree. Her presence dominated the space.

"On your knees, Peter."

The command was simple, absolute. Without hesitation, his body obeyed. He dropped to his knees on the thick carpet beside the bed, his face level with her hips. He looked up at her, his eyes wide with anticipation and surrender.

Standing over him, Natalia placed her hands on her hips, her stance wide and powerful. She was giving him full access. Her black panties were slightly damp where he had pressed against her, and the fabric strained slightly over the muscular curve of her thighs and rounded glutes.

He could see perfectly the bulge that her massive clit was pressing against her briefs, twitching in excitement, pulsing with every command, showing her excitement in this intense roleplay.

"You said you wanted to be my plaything," she said, her voice a low, husky challenge. "Prove it. Make me feel good. Make me beg."

She spread her legs slightly, revealing the dark patch of hair at the apex of her thighs, and beneath the edge of her briefs, the swollen, glistening flesh of her vulva. The musky, intoxicating scent of her lingered in the air, intensified now.

"Lick me, Peter," she commanded, her voice tightening slightly. "Show me how much you want this."

His heart hammered against his ribs. This was it. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the damp fabric of her briefs, then sliding under the elastic. With a slight tug, he pulled the material aside, exposing the full glory of her womanhood.

Her vulva was full and ripe, the outer labia swollen and glistening. The inner labia peeked out, a darker, more delicate tissue. He could see the massive, ping-pong ball sized hardened bud of her clitoris, already engorged and sensitive.

He lowered his head, his tongue darting out tentatively to taste the glistening dampness of her pussy. The taste was intoxicating, a mix of salt and her unique musk, already driving him wild. He licked again, then moved closer, his nose pressing against her warm, wet skin. He inhaled deeply, the powerful scent filling his lungs, making him feel lightheaded with arousal.

Natalia groaned above him. "Yes... oh God, yes..."

He opened his mouth wider and pressed his lips against her, his tongue sweeping over her throbbing clitoris.

"Ah! Fuck!" she cried out, her hands gripping his head, holding him there. "Don't stop! Oh God, that feels so good!"

He obeyed, his tongue becoming bolder, more insistent. He flicked the tip against her clitoris, circled it, then drew it into his mouth and suckled gently. Natalia’s moans became ragged cries, her body trembling above him.

As he worked, focusing entirely on driving her to the brink, he could feel the subtle shifts in her body again. Her thighs around his face felt impossibly hard, her grip on his head strong and unwavering. Her entire frame seemed to vibrate with contained power. He felt her muscles bunch and release, and again, that strange, exhilarating sense of her physical presence expanding, her strength deepening with every touch of his tongue, every moan she released. She wasn't just getting aroused; she was becoming larger again, her immense power amplified by their intimacy.

"Harder, Peter! Faster!" she pleaded, her voice husky with urgency and pleasure. "Lick me like you mean it! Swallow me!"

He changed tactics, plunging his tongue deep inside her, exploring the wet, slick folds of her labia. He swirled his tongue again around her clitoris, then pressed the flat of his tongue against it, applying steady pressure while his fingers teased the swollen lips around it.

Natalia cried out again, a long, drawn-out moan that was part pleasure, part raw need. "I'm shaking... oh... you're doing it... making me crazy..."

Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, urging him on. He could taste her arousal fully now, rich and potent. He licked his way up her, tasting her sweet juices, burying his face in her warmth.

He continued his ministrations, relentless, lost in the rhythm of his tongue and her moans. He knew his sole purpose was to give her pleasure, to be her toy, and the complete surrender to that excited him beyond measure. He felt her body convulse slightly, a preliminary shiver of approaching orgasm.

"Almost... oh God, almost..." she panted, her voice strained.

He focused his efforts entirely on her clitoris, flicking and swirling his tongue, varying the pressure and speed. Natalia let out a final, deafening cry, her body tensing, her hands gripping his head like vices. She bucked against his face, a powerful orgasm wracking her frame.

He held her steady, relishing the feel of her body climaxing against his tongue. Her muscles, already so formidable, felt impossibly hard and dense now, her size feeling even more pronounced in the aftermath of her release. The air around them seemed to hum with the residual energy of her power.

Slowly, her body relaxed, her breathing still heavy. Her grip on his head loosened, but she didn't pull away.

"God, Peter," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion and exhaustion. "You did well. You made me feel completely..."

He remained on his knees, his face still pressed against her, breathing in her scent, his own body aching with unfulfilled desire.

"Now," she said, her voice regaining some of its earlier authority, though softened by the recent pleasure. "Get up."

He rose, his eyes meeting hers. There was a fire in them he hadn't seen before, a raw, powerful desire.

"You've been my toy," she stated, her gaze sweeping over his aroused body. "Now... I think I'll have you."

She stepped onto the bed, settling onto her knees. She held out a hand, and he knew instinctively what she wanted. He climbed onto the bed with her.

Natalia gazed at his erection, hard and ready. "You're mine now. Every inch of you."

She reached out and cupped the heavy head of his penis with her powerful hand, her fingers wrapping around the shaft. The contrast between her strong, calloused palm and his sensitive skin was electric.

"Feel how strong I am, Peter," she murmured, her fingers stroking him slowly, deliberately, making him groan aloud. "Feel what I can do to you."

He watched her, mesmerized, as she began to guide him. She used her immense strength to position him exactly where she wanted him, her movements powerful and sure. She hiked her legs wide, exposing her still glistening vulva.

"Come here," she commanded, her voice low and urgent. She guided his hips, aligning him with her powerful body.

He braced his hands on the bed beside her shoulders. She was incredibly solid beneath him, every muscle in her body radiating heat and strength.

"Now," she breathed, her eyes locked on his, the raw power in them almost overwhelming. "Enter me."

He thrust forward, slowly, deliberately. The head of his penis met her wet, slick opening. He felt the resistance, the firm, tight grip of her inner muscles. He pushed again, and she opened for him, swallowing him inch by inch into her depths.

"Ah... fuck," he gasped, burying himself inside her. The feeling was incredible, overwhelming. She was so tight, so warm. He could feel the subtle ridges of her inner passage gripping him, holding him fast.

Natalia cried out, a sharp sound of pleasure that thrilled him. "Oh! Yes! You... MMmhhm... God..."

He held still for a moment, feeling the incredible sensation of being buried deep inside her powerful body. He could feel her muscles contracting around him, the pulsing warmth. She felt even larger, even more substantial now that he was inside her, a powerhouse of feminine strength wrapped around him.

"Move, Peter," she commanded, her voice husky with need. "Move inside me. Make me feel you."

He began to thrust, slowly at first, feeling his way into her rhythm. She met his movements, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts, guiding his pace with the subtle flexing of her thighs and core.

"Harder," she demanded, her hands gripping his shoulders, her strength immense even in that position. "Push deeper. Fill me completely."

He increased the pace, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. He could feel the friction, the incredible heat building between their bodies. Her moans filled the room, raw sounds of pleasure and exertion. She cried out his name, mixing it with pleas and commands.

"Oh, Peter... faster... yes... deeper... take me... I want you... I want to feel your strength... inside me..."

He drove into her, feeling the satisfying resistance of her tight muscles around him. Every thrust was a testament to his submission and her power, a physical manifestation of their dynamic. He could feel her massive thighs clenching around his hips, pulling him deeper. Her core was unbelievably strong, creating a powerful, gripping sensation that sent waves of pleasure through him.

Natalia arched her back, her powerful chest heaving. Her moans built in intensity. He could feel her body tightening around him, the contractions starting again.

"I'm close... Peter... I'm so close..." she panted, her voice strained with the effort and pleasure.

He matched her intensity, his thrusts becoming frantic, desperate. He felt himself approaching his own peak, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in his groin.

He leaned down and kissed her, his tongue meeting hers in a fierce, hungry embrace. Their bodies slammed together, sweat slicking their skin. He groaned into her mouth, feeling his own release building to an unbearable peak.

With a final, powerful thrust, he spilled himself deep inside her, crying out her name as her body tightened around him in a final, powerful clench. Natalia cried out with him, a simultaneous release that left them both trembling and breathless.

They collapsed against each other, their bodies heavy and sated. Peter lay atop her, feeling the immense, solid weight of her beneath him, her muscles still quivering slightly from the intensity of their shared climax. He rested his head on her chest, listening to the frantic pounding of her heart slowly return to normal.

Natalia held him tightly, her strong arms wrapped around his back. She felt larger than ever, her frame barely fitting on the bed at all. She was still his magnificent, dominant wife, and he was completely hers.

"You are... incredible, Natalia," he whispered, his voice hoarse.

She smiled, a soft, satisfied smile against his hair. "So were you, husband. My perfect plaything."