Dream Body (Short Story)

Dream Body

Written By SteeleBlazer

            I’m proud of my dream body!

            I always wanted to be muscular...

            It wasn't just a wish, a desire, or even a dream...

            I put in the hard work to get my muscular dream body.

            But, I never thought my dream body would turn out to be such a nightmare for my boyfriend!

            I never thought my femininity would or could question his masculinity. I didn't want my hard work and my hardbody to overshadow and cast gnawing dark thoughts of him being able to measure up to me and my muscles...

            I didn't want to emasculate him; it wasn't my intent for my big, beautiful, bulging muscles to belittle him. I just wanted to be a hardbody!

            But, I just didn't dream; I got out of bed and hit the gym. I paid for every inch, every sinew, every single muscle fiber of my dream hardbody with hard work, and my sweat equity paid off with hard, sleek curves, and beefy, bulging beautiful muscles. And my boyfriend stayed home, dreaming that I'd give up my infatuation with pumping iron and forging my rock-hard dream body. He asked me, he pleaded with me, and he begged me to stop lifting, but my dream body was within reach, and I told him if he wanted me to stop lifting, he'd better keep on dreaming.

            And so I reached out for the dumbbells and barbells, and I kept on pumping and kept on dreaming of getting bigger, stronger, and sexier. And day by day, week by week, and month by month, I kept reaching out and grabbing heavier and heavier barbells and dumbbells. As the weights increased and grew bigger, so too did my body grow, and my dream started to grow bigger and bigger along with my body...

            Until soon, with all the hard work, with all the aches and pains, it finally paid off, and I found that I had awoken from my dream with my dream body! A sexy, sleek, rock-hard body with boulders for shoulders and biceps just as big and hard as boulders too, marbled abs, and sculpted marbled pillars for legs. While you could use rock-hard to describe my dream body and all my hardbody muscles, it wasn’t something you could use to describe my boyfriend.

            I don’t just mean his body or muscles, which were soft, and doughy, but a certain muscle of his. I was sexy, I was a muscle goddess with a wet dream dream body come true, but my boyfriend just wasn’t turned on by my dream body as what I was. My rock-hard hardbody left him soft and limp, and that left me wanting and yearning

            I had enough muscle for the both of us, only my boyfriend didn’t see it that way, he thought I was too much woman for him now.

            I should have seen this coming. After all his feelings of insecurity and resentment grew alongside my own growing body. It was as if every inch of my growing muscles shaved off an inch of his confidence. And I kept piling on more and more inches of rock-hard feminine muscles, and his sense of manhood just kept eroding. My dream body was becoming his waking nightmare, and I really should have seen the way he looked at me and my gorgeously engorged physique. It wasn’t with love, admiration or even awe, but envy…

            And jealousy!

            I never dreamed my boyfriend could ever be jealous of my dream body, but he was.

            When I first started lifting weights, he used to laugh when I flexed in the mirror, but now he only sighed. And while I laughed and joked with him that he better join me in the gym, or I’d soon become stronger than him, he had told me, that’d only happen in my dreams… And yet day by day my dreams were coming closer to reality. The stronger I got, the more he seemed to shrink, both physically and emotionally. And the more muscular I became the more and more I was muscling him out of our relationship.

            And oh, the irony!

            Here I was, a dream girl with a dream body, and my boyfriend was living in a nightmare of his own making. The more I embraced my strength, the more he shrank away from me. My hard work was turning his soft ego into jelly. Along with something else of his soft too, and I’m a girl that likes things rock-hard, not just my body!

            That was the irony of me pumping iron. I was hoping for some rock-hard hardbody pumping action, and yet while I’ve never been physically stronger, the bond between me and my boyfriend has never been weaker. It seemed like as powerful as what my muscles were, and no matter how much I could now lift, I couldn’t lift the burden of his insecurities.

            I don’t know why me being strong made him feel weak.

            I don’t know why my gains made him feel like he was losing ground.

            I don’t know why me growing bigger and more muscular made him feel like less a man.

            I don’t know why he felt my muscles dwarfed my love for him.

            I don’t know why my growing muscular empowerment made him feel powerless.

            I really don’t know why my dream body became his nightmare.

            But, it did… And soon I realized that my dream body was turning into a nightmare for myself. I love my muscles, but I also love my boyfriend and while he hates that I joke about one day carrying him across the threshold, I still have that dream for us. I knew I had to do something to wake us both up from this nightmare and make him love me like how I love both him my dream body.

            I never wanted to belittle him with my biceps, I didn’t want dominate him with my indomitable musclebound hardbody. Just as I didn’t want my muscles to eclipse his own and leave him cowering in the dark. My dream body isn’t a nightmare, it should be a fantasy, fantasy that both of us can explore. I’m a muscle goddess and a muscle goddess deserves to be worshiped.

            Nay, a muscle goddess commands to be worshiped!

            And so, I had enough of his cowering, and I decided to show him all the ways we could have fun! I strutted in the room my muscles rippling, my biceps bulging, and every sinew sparkling under the soft lavender oil. I wasn’t just a vision; I was something straight out of a dream. And while I knew my muscles intimidated and scared my boyfriend, he’d never seen my muscles like this.

            With a flex here and a flex there, my clothes strained and started to tear. I kept at it, pumping up my arms, pumping up my body, my muscles swelling larger and larger, and it wasn’t long before I flexed out of my clothes, leaving me in all my muscular majesty,  clad only in my bra and panties. But, I wasn’t down, I took a long hard breath, my breasts swelling, and my shoulders squared, I squeezed my pecs and I flexed my arms.

            “POP!” went my bra and it shot off across the room, and with it all the tension along with it.

            And I saw a sparkle in my boyfriend’s eye that was ignited by his lust for my rock-hard muscles, as I saw that rock-hard muscle of his swelling with pride and admiration for my body. If he was still scared, he was scared stiff. And that suited me just fine, especially since I was practically now wearing only my birthday suit and it never looked better on me.

            I commanded that he worship every single inch of my body. And since I had a rock-hard dream body, I had so many inches for him to worship, it didn’t take long for him to fall in love with my muscles. My muscles, once a source of insecurity, became an alter for him to worship at. I showed him how my strength could be seductive, how my hardbody could make both of us hard, and our moments together electrifying. His hands traced the contours of my biceps, my abs, my thighs, exploring the terrain of my dream body. And with each touch, I felt him let go of his insecurities, embracing the woman I had become, and I never felt more like a woman in my entire life as when I felt those soft dainty hands of his against my rock-hard dream body. And it all seemed unreal, like a dream, and I never wanted it to end.

            That night the nightmare transformed into a fantasy and our love transformed and became stronger, much like how my own body had transformed and grown stronger. In the days, weeks and even months that followed the stronger I grew, so too our love grew even stronger. Our love mirrored my own growing body, growing stronger day by day. And now it wasn’t just me who liked to watch and gaze at my beauty as I flexed in the mirror, but also my boyfriend, who’d always find himself unable to resist joining me in the mirror, his eyes tracing the very muscles he once feared. The same mirror that once reflected his insecurities now showed a love as burgeoning and powerful as my biceps.

            Now my boyfriend loves every inch of me and my dream body and let me tell you, that’s a real dream come true.