The "Wait" Set

The “Wait" Set

Written by Steeleblazer

My husband has a bad habit of impulse buying, and most of the time its stuff we don’t really need and we never wind up using. Most of these items are small things like gimmick knives or tools you see on tv, super strong glue and duct tape, and just all kinds of silly needless stuff. The worst thing and by far the most expensive impulse buy that he made had to be the weight set that he purchased.

I like to call it the “Wait” set, as in since it's been purchased nearly two years ago it's been waiting for someone to use it.

Well, one day I had a weird little impulse of my own and I figured it had waited long enough, and so I started using it. I’ve never been big into exercising or working out. It was never something I really did and wasn’t something that I ever really enjoyed. But I was bored that day and I decided to give it a shot.

That first day I didn’t really know what I was doing, I was just doing basically a bit of everything. And while the workout left me feeling sore, it also made me feel invigorated. I never felt that way before. Strange as it might sound, but I felt better... I felt stronger...

I’m not saying I was actually physically stronger. I had only just bumbled my way through one workout, but that feeling that I got. It made me feel like I could be stronger, and I knew that if I stopped waiting around and started using this weight set, that I would be.

The next day I didn’t wait around to get my workout in, right after breakfast I went down to the basement and started working out. I still didn’t have much of a plan, and I still really didn’t have a clue to what I was doing. I just figured something, anything is better than waiting around and doing nothing. Once again, this workout left me feeling sore, and also left me pretty sweaty as well, but more importantly it also gave me that invigorating feeling again. I liked that feeling, and I wanted to always feel that way.

The next few weeks went much the same, except I was slowly learning more about working out, and weight-lifting. I never knew there was so much more to it beyond just trying to lift the heaviest weight you can over and over again as many times possible. But I was wrong and it turns out, there really is a science to it. And so day after day I learned more about it by reading online articles and watching online videos. What I learned and picked up; I really just couldn’t wait to use the next day during my workout.

While I wasn’t slowly just learning more about weight-lifting, I also was slowly growing and getting stronger and stronger. After a little over a month of working out, I really wasn’t that much bigger, but I could tell the difference looking in the mirror. My body just was tighter and firmer. My were now muscles taut and sleek and so damn sexy. Yet, more importantly beyond my physical appearance, I just felt better.

The hardness of my body felt o’ so good too, but that’s not what I meant by feeling better. I just had a feeling of being healthier, being more energetic, but most importantly being and feeling stronger. I just wanted to keep on growing and growing, both bigger and stronger, as I knew the bigger I would get, the better I would feel. And I just couldn’t wait to get back to my weight set and get a nice good, hard work out in.

However, it soon dawned on me that working out was only one of the things that I needed to do. Turns out there is more to weight-lifting and bodybuilding than just lifting weights... I never really knew that. I thought it was all about pumping iron. But, then I realized I had to change my diet and increase my protein intake. That’s what all the online research I was doing was telling me. So, I starting dieting and eating as much protein as I could stomach.

Within a month the results really were quite dramatic. I had muscles!

I mean pretty big girly muscles... Not huge swole bodybuilder muscles, but cute kind of beefy little muscles...

My stomach was finally flat and while I didn’t have a 6-pack yet, I was certainly working on it. I could see the little ridges and bumps of my abdominal muscles starting to pop out and grow. Only a matter of time till they would blossom into a rippling 6-pack.

My shoulders were getting wider, and bulkier... But, in a good way, I liked how their rounded meaty curves looked, and my neck was getting thicker too. I wasn’t afraid of losing my femininity, because to me, all this muscles only enhanced my feminine features. It made me bigger, it made more of a woman. As for my face, it was still pretty as ever, but it was now framed and encased by a nice pair of beefy traps... Well, maybe not beefy... Not yet, but again I was working on it. And each day after my work outs, I’d check over my progress in the mirror both before and after I showered off all the sweet, sweet, sweat from my hard iron pumping workout.

I’d look at my arms and see how my veins were starting to pop out more and more after each and every day. How my biceps were growing bigger, and starting to bulge out more and more. And how my triceps were growing thicker and denser as it snaked its way down my arm. I loved to flex in that mirror and watch my muscles ripple. And looking upon my growing body, I couldn’t wait for tomorrow, so that I could get another work out in on my weight set.

I can’t really tell you just how much I really loved to just flex in front of that mirror. There was just something about the way that my muscles bulged, the way that they rippled. The way my arms would bounce when I gave them a shake. The way the veins would rise up and swell and pop out when I gave my muscles a hard flex. There was just something that I found oddly sensual and empowering about my body, and the way I looked and the way it felt. I was becoming gorgeously engorged with Mighty Female Muscles and I couldn’t wait to grow bigger and stronger. Flexing as I did in front of that mirror, I knew my weight set would be there waiting for me to use it again and again and again. Getting bigger and stronger with each passing day.

I started lifting heavier and heavier weights and for more and more reps. I’d curl, lift, heave, press, squat, row, and push the weights day in and day out. When I worked out, I lived for the pump, the feeling of my muscles swelling up, my veins popping out, and the striations of my muscle fibers dancing and twitching across my skin as I strained and struggled with the weights. Was it painful, sure... Did it hurt... Yes, but it also felt so damn good.

It made me feel powerful to push my body to its limit. And feeling powerful, it's just a powerful feeling, and I wanted to feel it more. I wanted to be more. To be more powerful, to be stronger, to be bigger. And so, I pushed myself to the limit each and every day, in each and every one of my workouts.

I loved to watch my bicep rise up and bulge out as I curled a pair of heavy dumbbells in my arms. As I performed every rep I would watch and be fascinated by the way my muscles would shake from the strain. And no matter how difficult or heavy the weight might have been I would push on, and keep lifting that weight. Over and over again as many times possible, and I just loved seeing the veins in my bicep rise up and pop out over and over again with each and every rep that I made. My muscles rippled, my biceps bulged, and my veins throbbed and I would curl that weight until failure.

Only I didn’t view it as a failure, I viewed it as a success. I pushed myself to the utter limit, to where I could no longer go any further. I couldn’t lift a single more rep. That’s a success, and its that kind of success that gives you the best gains. So, I loved failure in the gym, because it meant tomorrow, I would be stronger and I would be able to push myself just that much harder and farther the next day.

Provided I replenished and refueled, and rested appropriately...

Afterwards... After all that heavy lifting, I’d drink a protein shake with two whole heaping scoops of protein. As I drank it, I would just think about how all this protein was going to make me bigger and stronger. And I couldn’t just wait to come back tomorrow to this weight set and try it all over again. Only lifting heavier dumbbells, heavier barbells, heavier weights, more reps, more sets, always pushing myself harder and harder.

That’s how you get a hardbody after all, you got to push yourself hard in the gym.

However, it turns out there really is more to bodybuilding than just dieting and eating lots of protein. There are supplements... Lots and lots and lots of supplements. Creatine, glutamine, amino acids, vitamins, pre-workout shakes, post-workout shakes. Supplemental meal shakes, and shakes to drink at the end of the night before you go to bed. It was all so confusing... But, I did it all... And you know what I really, really couldn’t wait to get back to my weight set to see just how big and stronger I could get.

I’d push myself harder and longer day after day. I just loved the feeling of lifting weights; I loved the feeling of being strong... But what I really loved even more was the idea of getting stronger still. I wanted to push my boundaries, test my limits. To find my limits, and yet so far, I haven’t found any real limitation, because I just kept on growing, and kept on getting stronger and stronger.

I just loved getting stronger, and the idea of becoming stronger and how that made me feel, was just so invigorating. That feeling is what got me through all those tough, sweaty workouts. It’s what made me push through the soreness, and to keep on pushing and pushing. It was a grind and I loved it.

Week by week I was getting bigger and I was starting to use more and more of the heavier weights from the weight set. I loved watching my shoulders widen and my arms thicken. My legs too like my arms were getting thicker. I never really knew about leg day until just recently, but you better believe I never ever skip a day, least of all leg day. I loved my legs and I loved watching them grow.

When I first started off, I could barely squat with just the bar by itself. As I put in the time and the workouts, and you better believe the effort, it didn't take long for the weight to begin to stack up on that bar. I was so ecstatic when I first was able to actually squat my body-weight. It felt so invigorating, being strong enough to do that. But now, when I’m squatting, it's almost double my body-weight, and it feels even better. Being strong is invigorating, being powerful is intoxicating, having big strong muscles is just so fantastic. And with all the squats I was doing my thighs were getting nice and thick... Or is it THICC!

It wasn’t just squats, but lunges, and leg extensions and presses. I worked out my legs just as hard, if not harder than I worked out my arms. So bigger and bigger my legs grew, and so too the numbers on the weights that I used, grew along with my muscles. My legs got bigger, and bulkier, but also sleeker and tighter. As they grew bigger and bigger, I could see the muscles emerging and reshaping my legs as more and more muscles grew and formed upon my thighs. I kept right on lifting and squatting and lunging, and working hard, and straining, and grunting, and sweating, and my quads expanded and expanded.

That’s what made all the hard work so very sweet and rewarding.

With all the calve raises I’ve been doing, my calves swelled and bulged and soon were about the size of softballs, but don’t you dare think they were soft. They were hard as steel itself. My whole body was getting hard like steel, but yet my skin stayed as velvety smooth as ever. I would know because I loved nothing more than lying in my bed at night and I’d run my hands up and down and just all around and over my rock-hard body. I’d be waiting for my husband to come in and join in with me... But, I’d also be waiting for tomorrow, so that I could begin my next workout on that weight bench of mine.

Some of my female friends remark that their boyfriends and husbands are so obtuse that they never notice when they get their hair done, or nails, or new outfits... Or really anything like that. I was worried my own hubby might not have noticed all the hard work I was putting in on that weight set of mine.

However, my husband was quick to notice the change, I thought maybe at first, he might be intimidated by my growing muscles. When I first started working out, he thought it was cute... Then he thought all those trim, taut, tight muscles looked sexy. And as more and more time went by, I kept growing and getting bigger and stronger.

What did he think of me now that I was about the same weight as him? And what did he think now that my shoulders were just as wide as his... If not wider, and my arms were just as big as his were... If not perhaps a little bit bigger...What did he truly think of me now?

While we might have been roughly the same thickness, my muscles definitely were way more defined with thickly corded and dense muscle fibers, and way, way more vascular than his as well. The veins in my arms pulsed and throbbed with that kind of invigorating power that I just loved so much, and well his muscles just lacked any kind of discernible luster to them, while mine just shimmered with power and were so gorgeously engorged with might.

What did my hubby think of that? Was he intimidated and scared and belittled by my big girly muscles... Nope, he wasn’t intimidated at all by my muscular physique, he was in awe with it, and I’d say he loved my muscles almost as much as what I did.

I asked if “He was afraid of me getting too big and too muscular?”

And you know what he said to me “That I could never be too big or too muscular, because the bigger and more muscular I got, the more of me there was to love!”

And boy did he ever really love my big, bulky, muscles. He loved to touch them, and squeeze them, feel them and kiss them, and lick them. He took pleasure in my muscular body, also almost as much as what I took pleasure in it. He started off massaging my muscles when I was sore from a particularly hard work out.

And, as I grew bigger it wasn’t that he wouldn’t massage my muscles post workout. It was more that he was now worshiping them as opposed to just massaging them. He touched them differently, with a reverence, and with a tenderness. While I loved the way my husband caressed and touched my hardened muscular body, and how I truly did look forward to those warm and soft hands of his each and every night. But truthfully, I was always more excited about tomorrow’s workout. I would plan and anticipate the next exercise session, because as strong as I was now, I knew I could become stronger still. And that was what really excited me.

That is what really turned me on.

With my hubby so enamored with my muscles, I told him, he should really join me with my workouts. We could both be hardbodies. But he never would join me, but regardless my offer will always be a standing offer, and like the weight set, I too would always be waiting for him to join me... However, I most definitely won’t be holding my breath for him to do so.

So, while both me and the weight bench waited for my hubby to join us, you better believe I didn’t wait around or procrastinate. I kept pushing myself harder and harder, growing bigger and stronger, using larger and heavier weights. Soon, I was using the heaviest weights in the set, and soon I had to put each and every plate in the set on the barbell to squat. And loading up the bar with all that heavy and hard cast iron plates, it felt good. And as invigorating as it felt, it felt even more so, when I actually squatted and lifted the weight.

My hubby and I used to love to roughhouse, in the past he used to always win, no matter how hard I would try. I just lacked the strength, and he would hold me down and force me to cry out “UNCLE” over and over again. And I could do nothing more but just wait for him to release me.

Things are different now thanks to that weight set of mine. Now when he tries to push me or move me, he can’t... He can’t even budge me, and I just wait and watch him as he struggles. Thanks to the weight set I now have the strength, the strength to put him into a nice firm headlock and wait... Wait for him to cry uncle...

Only I make him say “AUNTIE” instead!

I don’t just manhandle my poor hubby when we’re roughhousing. As much fun as that is, there is an even more fun way to manhandle him... Only I call it Woman-Handling, and we do it in the bedroom. And by do it... I mean... DO IT!

Yes, it's so much fun to Woman-Handle my hubby and just have my way with him each and every way that I please, and if he displeases me, I just correct him with nice firm squeeze. I can’t believe I waited this long in my life to discover the pure carnal bliss that is Snu Snu, but I have discovered it. And I love it so much, and it's really all due to that weight set.

Fun as Snu Snu is, it still didn’t quite give me the feeling that I craved. I could pump, and hump, and grind my hubby all night long, but it really wasn’t the pump and grind I was craving. Despite the way I could woman-handle or have my way with my hubby in the bedroom all night and day. I ruled between the sheets, and I made him worship each and every majestic inch of my muscular body. A body that was growing larger each and every day thanks to that weight set of mine, and it was that weight set of mine that I couldn’t wait to get back to. So, I could get the kind of pump I needed, the kind of grind where I push my body to the limit. That’s the kind that pump I desired, the kind that would make me bulge and swell, and let me get all kinds of swole.

Strange as it sounds, but I grew so big and strong to where, I needed to buy more weights. And it really was a pain for me to wait for them to be delivered, as it took so long for my order to arrive. But wait I did, and while I was waiting, I kept on using all those weights in that weight set of mine. Sure the weights were getting lighter and easier to lift for me, that’s because my muscles were getting harder, bigger and stronger. The lighter they felt, just meant that I had to lift, or curl, press, or bench them many, many times more. All so I could get that invigorating pump, all so that I could keep growing bigger and stronger.

When the wait was over, and the new weights finally did arrive, my hubby offered to help me move them downstairs. I accepted his help, as I felt it would be good to have nice laugh, and boy did I ever laugh as I watched him carry... Or attempt to carry those weights down the stairs to the weight set. He did his best, but after a few trips he was too tired and worn out to make another. He barely carried any down, and if I had relied on him for taking the weights downstairs, I’d probably have been waiting for a long, long time.

Lucky for me, I didn’t have to wait on him to carry down all that weight. I’m a big girl after all and I’ve got Mighty Female Muscles, so I took all the rest of the weight downstairs all by myself. My husband was really impressed. The way he was gushing over my strength and my muscles was so sweet and flattering that I rewarded him with a kiss.

He wanted to take things farther... But I just pushed him away with one of my arms and told him he’d need to wait. I needed to go get a nice workout in on that weight set of ours and try out all the new weight. I did tell him he should come down stairs and watch.

So, he came downstairs and he watched me as I worked out. I waited so long for this shipment to arrive and I was feeling really invigorated and excited to use all the new weights. I decided I wanted to show off a little bit. I loaded up the bars with more weight than what I ever used before. Just plate after plate, and weight after weight, I loaded it up. It was heavy, but I knew I was strong enough to lift it.

My hubby was a little worried, but I told him to just stand there and wait and see.

“I’ll lift it” I told him. And that’s exactly what I did. Not just once, or twice. Not even three, or four times, but for five whole knee shaking, bicep straining, back breaking, chest swelling reps. It was tough, it was difficult, but it was o’ so invigorating.

And so, I kept on with my work out. Powering through it, lifting and curling, benching and pressing heavier weight than what I ever had in my life. All the while I lifted those weights my husband was watching and waiting.

I kept lifting those weights, going heavier and heavier, and he’d just watch and wait. My muscles were bulging and swelling out larger than ever before all thanks to those heavy weights, and while he waited my hubby too bulged and swelled out larger than what I’ve ever seen him before too. I knew what he wanted, but he’d just have to wait... I wasn’t done with my workout; I wasn’t done using these weights.

My veins throbbed and pulsed, as the pump grew stronger and stronger. It was all a strain, but I kept at it, over and over, again and again I lifted those weights as my hubby stood there and watched and waited despite a particular muscle of his own throbbing and pulsing, no doubt it was also a strain for him to control himself.

I let the weight drop and slam to the ground. It was so heavy it shook the whole house.

My workout was over, and both me and my hubby had waited long enough. As fun as lifting those weights were, I knew they’d be here tomorrow waiting for me.

So, I scooped up my husband in my arms and I gave him the kiss that he was waiting for. Cradling him in my arms I walked him up to the bedroom and tossed him like a dead-weight right onto the bed. From there... Well, let's just say that the sex that we had that night was definitely worth the wait.

I don’t know what it was, I don’t know if it was the thrill of him watching me as I worked out with all those heavy weights... Or the way that he touched me and my muscles. It was like he was exploring each and every muscle that I had, right down to the single strand, each individual sinew, each and every fiber... It was all so invigorating.

I never felt more powerful, I never felt stronger, but I also never felt so loved.

And post-coital bliss, after a wonderful night of carnal delights. I knew what I had to do.

I had to get even bigger and even stronger. All the more so that my hubby could love me and my Mighty Female Muscles more and more. More muscles mean more woman for my hubby to love. And I’d just love to get stronger for him... For me... For us.

Looking back on it all, after all these years passed and all the times I’ve spent lifting those weights. All the drops of sweat, all the exertion, all the pain, and all the muscular gains I’ve made. I’m not the same person I once was before I started using this weight set. I’m bigger, I’m stronger and I think perhaps my husband didn’t buy this weight set for himself. I think perhaps it wasn’t waiting on him to use it for all that time, but that it was waiting for me to come and use it, and transform myself into this muscle goddess with Mighty Female Muscles.

I really am glad my husband bought it. I only now realize that he didn’t buy it for himself, he bought it for me... For us really.

And after all this time using this weight set, I find that I still get that old feeling with it. While my husband still has yet to use it, and I know he never ever will. I still do think as a “Wait” set... As in I really can’t wait to get back to it and get a good hard work out in. I just love how it makes me feel, it makes me feel stronger... It makes me bigger and more muscular; it makes me feel loved, and all those feelings leave me feeling invigorated.