Jessica 6

Jessica was so huge now that she had a swagger when she walked. Her dedication to eating, juicing, and training was unbelievable, fueled by the fetish that grew beyond anything I could imagine. 

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.

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

“I’m like fucking supergirl!” she said curling the same weight with her right. I could see the wet spot on her briefs grow slightly.

“Haha oh shit, all this fucking strength is such a turn on!” she cried, dropped the weights with a huge 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 so turned on, I instantly got hard. I marveled at how firm and solid her tits were, almost not moving as her pecs rippled with effort. She noticed me staring.

“Yeah, you know, I don’t think I need a bra anymore. Why would I with pecs like these?”

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. Her breasts hung off them, reduced to the size of vein-riddled tennis balls from her crushing, constant work outs.

“Haha, my pecs are way bigger than my tits, so why would I need a bra?” 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.

“I’ve got bigger pecs than most men! If guys can show theris off, I should be able to show mine off too!”

As her muscles grew, Jessica had developed a growing narcissistic streak. I think she now loved her muscles more than I did. That only made it more horny.

“Look at me, Babe!!” she cried 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 just so fucking huge!”

She lifted her arms and flared her lats. Her lats were so big, it looked like she had meat wings, and her armpits were huge. I could see some coarse hair sprouting in them. Had she stopped shaving?

“I’m an alpha, babe!” she said as she bucked her hips. Her abdominals bulged and rippled, and I noticed something else, a little bit of coarse black hair tufting up from her briefs.

Jessica she reached for my crotch and squeezed. She felt my cock hardening. “You like it, and I like it!”

She backed up, slammed her arms down in a most muscular pose and said, “I’m just going to keep FUCKING lifting, and get even HUGER!” Then she grunted and I could see her traps squirm and vibrate with hypertrophied muscle as her huge biceps collided with her thick, freaky pecs.

My dick was hard as a rock. Jessica turned and looked at her reflection in the mirror, focusing on her thick thighs and ass. She would flex them, and they would bulge with angular, hard muscle. Her ass cheeks were so hypertrophied and lean that she had fist-sized gouges on the sides of each cheek, and I could see striations through her soaking, skin-tight briefs.

“Shit, look at my fucking ass, babe. I’m so jacked!”

My eyes were wide. “So jacked!” was all I could squeak in response.

Jessica chuckled. Then she grabbed her briefs and roughly tore then downward. Her thighs were so bloated from her flexing and excitement that the already tight briefs tore in half when she stretched them over her massive quads.

“Haha!” she laughed. “I’m growing so fast, I need all new clothes! Size extra-extra large!”

My mouth just dropped as my brain tried to take in all that bulging musculature.

“I’m so fucking horny now!” Jessica 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.

Jessica bucked her hips, sending her juices splashing onto me. Then she gave me a shove, sending me flying onto the bed. She roughly grabbed my shorts and tore them in half, ripping them right off my body. My dick was so hard it pointed straight at the ceiling.

Jessica licked her lips and crawled on top of me. Then she looked me in the eyes as she roughly impaled herself onto my rock hard cock.

I felt equal parts pleasure and pain as Jessica held my shoulders and slam-fucked me into the bed, bucking with such fury that the bed creaked and groaned under the power of her thrusts. She closed her eyes and moaned, “Unnghh yeah, gonna get bigger, baby, gonna get HUGE!”

She bucked faster and faster, and I reached up, feeling her massive lats, her rock-hard, bulging abs. She felt like she was made of stone.

“Ahh yeah!” she cried, 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, then started pounding me even harder.

I moaned, taken to another world by a mixture of pain and pleasure, as Jessica continued thrusting wildly.

“BIGGER THAN ANY MUSCLE WOMAN! BIGGER THAN MR. OLYMPIA! BIGGER BIGGER THAN A GOD-DAMNED GORRILLA!” She shouted as her pussy vibrated and spasmed, belching enough juice to cover my mid section and soak the bed.

“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. “Fuck, I love my muscles.”