Courtney 5

With the juice she was on, Courtney broke through the plateau. In fact, she smashed right through it and kept going. She was so huge now that she had a swagger when she walked. I loved it more than I thought I would, but she seemed to love her own thick, huge, female muscle even more than I did.

I found her in our bedroom, watching her biceps in the mirror while curling 85 lb dumbells. She wore nothing but a pair of tight spandex boy-briefs, soaked from sweat and her own juices.

“Look how fucking strong I am!” she said powering up the 85 lb weight with her left hand.

I was struck speechless, watching my formerly thin wife manhandle that massive weight, curling it over and over again. Her voice was deeper now,  a function of the gear she was taking. Even that had me turned on.

Courtney chuckled. “Speechless?” She said, switching arms with a grunt. “I don’t blame you. I’m at least as strong as the biggest guys at the gym!”

She dropped the weight with a crash, and did a double bicep pose that would put a male bodybuilder to shame. Twin peaks bigger than softballs rose from her arms as she grit her teeth and flexed hard. Small veins blew up and spider-webbed their way across both massive peaks.

I was hard as a rock. She looked to be at least as big as any musclehead I’d ever seen. Then she flexed, and her pectoral muscles bulged and striated into two phone-book sized masses of meat, criss-crossed with veins and sick muscular striations.

“Who needs tits with pecs like these?” she said, releasing her flex and slamming both fists against her rock-solid slabs of chest muscle with a slap.

“I mean look at these pecs,” she said, flexing the right, which bunched up and bulged outward by inches with her flex. She did the same to the left, laughing as it, too bulged with hypertrophied sinew.

“Tits are useless sacks of fat. But my pecs are bigger than my tits ever were! And look what they can do!”

She bounced them rapidly. They were so huge, so thick, with such a big separation down the middle, that she could clap them together. Smack, smack, smack… she flex and slapped her big meat tits together, grinning madly at the mirror.

I was stunned. The CourtneyI had married was a sweet, nice girl, but she had become something else. She had this growing narcissistic streak, and a growing sense of dominance. How could she not? She could easily overpower me, or almost anybody else I had ever met, male or female. It was the horniest thing that had ever happened to me.

“You’re a goddess!” I breathed tentatively.

She turned and smiled at me. Not the playful smile she used to have, but a dominant, cocky smile, a knowing smile that said she knew she could utterly dominate me, and she enjoyed my worship.

“That’s right. Look at me!” she said as she flexed her abs and they bulged out into an eight-pack that looked like a stack of cue balls criss-crossed with veins. She slapped it hard, then grabbed her tight, thick, muscular ass. “I’m a fucking BEAST!”

Again, I was speechless. Courtney snarled, “Go. Get me more gear. Twice the dose!”

“Twice the dose..” I started to say, knowing that not only was that more than the recommended amount, she wasn’t even finished with her last cycle yet.

“NOW!” she cut me off, demanding.

I complied. What else could I do? Not only could she break me like a plaything now, but I was so turned on by all this muscle dominance. I was a willing slave.

Rather than slipping out of her painted-on spandex briefs, all she had to do was flex. The massive growth of her quads and glutes had well outgrown those briefs, which couldn’t keep up with the last six months of Courtney’s growth. She flexed those bowling-ball glutes, and those watermelon-sized thighs, and the briefs split down the middle and tore right off.

“Go ahead, inject my ass!” she said, presenting me with her massive ass-shelf of muscle. I had to stab hard to get through the thick, hard muscle. As I pressed the plunger, injecting the freaky amount of juice, Courtney moaned.

Totally naked now, turned, stood tall, and took a step back. She slammed her armsinto a massive double-biceps pose and said, “Oh fuck YEAH! I FUCKING LOVE being JUICED!” Then she grunted and I could see her biceps squirm and vibrate with hypertrophied muscle as huge veins inflated, wrapping each football-sized muscle.

“OHH YEAHHH…” she moaned, flexing her left pec, then her right pec, then her biceps. She flexed her traps, and they squirmed and bulged, then she squatted and flexed her quads and calves.

She turned, looked me in the eye, and flexed into a most muscular pose.

“Check it out, babe!” then she grit her teeth and flexed into a freakish, muscular flurry. Veins grew thicker as her pecs bulged out and her traps rose higher, vibrating with growth and energy. Her abs bloated bigger, thickening her waist, and her thighs bloated larger than ever.

I was hard as a rock as I watched Courtney literally grow right in front of me.

“I’m so fucking horny now!” Courtney said as she grabbed both her pecs and squeezed, feeling their huge, freaky hardness.

“Unnghhh!” she moaned as her pussy suddenly and violently gushed juices, slicking the insides of her huge thighs.

“Come suck my cock!” she commanded.

“Your…cock?” I said, confused. Then I looked at her crotch. Standing at attention was a clit bigger than any I had seen. It looked like a mini-dick sitting on top of her pussy.

“Oh yeah, baby, you know you want to. Come suck my cock!!” she commanded, reaching for my head quicker than I could react. Her hands grasped my head with so much force I thought she might crush my skull. She pulled my head down to her crotch and forced her huge clit into my mouth. I was so turned on by her display and her overwhelming sex drive that I happily licked and sucked.

“Oh yeah!” she cried lustily as she ran her hands up and down her thick pecs and abs. Then she grunted and I felt her clit-cock bulge into my mouth.

“Yessss!” she cried as she orgasmed again, leg muscles vibrating, and juices gushing over my face and into my mouth.

“Keep going!” she moaned, grabbing her pecs and flexing them, feeling them fill her hands. She ran her hands down her abs, her hips, and squeezed her own ass.

“FUCK YEAH, I’M GONNA BE HUGE!” She shouted suddenly. Then she grabbed my head again and forced her clit-cock deeper.

The pressure on my head was immense, and I gagged on her giant clit. Courtney didn’t even hear me, lost in her imagination, dreaming of growing even bigger.

“BIGGER THAN MARKUS RUHL! BIGGER THAN RONNIE COLEMAN! BIGGER THAN A GOD-DAMNED GORRILLA!” She shouted as her pussy vibrated and spasmed, belching enough juice to soak my face and chest.

“OH YEAHHH!” she screamed, crunching down and flexing every muscle in her body as veins snaked around her shoulders, her neck, her forehead and her pecs, lats, and traps vibrated with the sexual energy of her orgasm.

She finally released her flex, panting. I collapsed, my head hurt from the pressure, but my cock was still hard as a rock.

“Let me help you with that,” Courtney said with a growl. Then she grabbed my hips and lifted me up, holding me up off the ground, my cock level with her mouth. She opened her mouth wide, and with a loud slurp she shoved my cock and balls into her mouth. I was floored, amazed at my wife’s unbelievable power and sexuality. It felt incredible as she massaged my balls with her tongue. I cummed almost immediately, and harder than I ever had. Courtney swallowed in loud gulps as I cummed and cummed what felt like an entire liter directly down her throat.

She dropped me to the ground. “Get used to that, babe. I need more protein than ever, and you might as well help me with that. Now watch while I hit these weights and grow even BIGGER.”