Placebo pt. 3

We got to her place, a small studio apartment where she lived alone. She went to her computer and pulled up a chair.

“Okay well,” Jenni started, “I’m sure you probably watch porn, right?”

My face reddened slightly. But then I realized that was silly. There was no reason for me to be embarrassed about watching a little porn. “Um, sure.”

“Okay. Good,” Jenni replied. “It’d be embarrassing if I was watching porn and you weren’t”

“You watch porn?” I said, eyebrows raised. That was kind of hot, actually. A lot of women were too prudish to do that.

Jenni smiled demurely, which looked comical considering how little she was wearing and how muscular her exposed flesh was. Her tank top looked painted onto her massively muscular chest and lats. Her arms, fully exposed, were bulging with hulking mass. Her short shorts exposed all of the bulbous, knotted heads of muscle that composed her quads.

“I do. Check this out,” Jenni said.

Jenni pulled up a video of a jacked female bodybuilder working out, topless. “I love watching Shannon Seeley, isn’t she so hot?”

I couldn’t believe this. Jenni pulling up videos of jacked female bodybuilders. Was this a trap?

“Sure, I mean she’s jacked,” I replied. “So are you, though” I added diplomatically.

Jenni rolled her eyes. “It’s not a comparison, Steve. It’s inspiration.” Jenni licked her lips. “Watching these muscle chicks push themselves harder, seeing how big they can get, it motivates me to push harder. And…”

“And?” I asked.

“And I find it kind of erotic!” Jenni said in a hushed tone, her face flushing, not from embarrassment, but from rising libido.

I blinked. Then smiled. “This is so hot!”

Jenni smiled. “Good. Let me show you another.” Then she pulled up a video of Aleesha Young, one of the freakiest female bodybuilders she knew.

“Oh,” I said, almost moaning with delight. “That’s so freaky!”

Jenni felt a wave of relief, followed by a flush of sexual energy. “I know! I love her! I wish I had pecs like that!” Jenni said with a flex that sent pulsing waves of sinew through her pecs.

I was instantly hard, watching Jenni ogle Aleesha’s muscles, and seeing her own pecs bulge with so much muscle. “You’re are pretty great,” I said, reaching out and running a hand alone the top of Jenni’s rock hard pec shelf.

Jenni smiled at me, then looked back at the computer. “Let’s try something else” Then Jenni navigated to a fantasy web site that had fanciful images of hugely muscular women, cartoonesque, with muscles bigger than any living human. Jenni’s heart beat faster seeing the images, both because of her own sexual excitement and at the thought that I might think this was too much, too far, too freaky.

But when she looked up at me, she could tell I was only more turned on. And that led to a sexual rush that left a wet spot on the front of her shorts.

“Oh yeah, you like it, don’t you!” Jenni said in a low sultry tone. “You love this muscle smut as much as I do!”

I nodded, quickly, so overwhelmed I was barely able to speak. Jenni leaned over and stuck her tongue into my mouth. My hands went to her hard, angular shoulders, moved to the corded knots of muscles on her thick back. Jenni tore my workout shorts open and reached inside.

Jenni suddenly shoved me down. She imagined the images from that fantasy web site of women so bloated and jacked with muscle that it was unreal. She ripped off her top as I finished tearing off my shirt and shorts. Jenni stood briefly and pulled down her soaked shorts, which had nothing underneath them but her steaming wet pussy. She liked her lips as she ran her hands up her own abs and cupped her muscular pecs.

I watched Jenni roughly grasp her C cup tits and then sink her fingers into the thick pectoral shelves they rested on. My dick was as hard as I could remember as she stalked forward, licked her lips, and mounted his raging hard on.

“Oh Steve, I’m so fucking horny right now!” Jenni said, thrusting her hips as she fucked me. “Do you like my muscles?” she said, raising her arms in a double biceps pose. orange-sized biceps solidified on top of her thick muscular arms.

“Oh fuck, Jenni, your muscles are so hot!” I said as I grabbed her thick, muscular hips and thrusted into her earnestly.

“Oh yeah,” Jenni said, licking her lips as she turned and licked her own bicep. “I like them too! And I want them even bigger!”

My eyes widened. “Oh yeah baby, make those muscles even bigger!”

Jenni’s pussy gushed at my encouragement, exactly what she’d hoped to hear. She increased the pace of her thrusting. “Oh yeah, baby, I’m gonna get bigger! Stronger! Huger!” She said, imagining her muscles growing bigger, thicker, more striated.

“Fuck yeah, Jenni, get bigger! Get huge!” I shouted, encouraging her crazed lust for more muscle.

“Ahghh!” Jenni moaned, nearing climax. “Ungh yes! I’m gonna get bigger baby!” She thrust harder, moaning and whining, “Ung, Ung, Ung… bigger than Shannon! Bigger than Aleesha! Oh yeah! Bigger baby, even bigger than Arnold!”

I was lost in her maniacal desire for more mass, and shouted “YEAH BABE, MORE, BIGGER, HUGER!!!”

“OH FUCK YES!” Jenni screamed, “BIGGER THAN MR. OLYMPIA! BIGGER THAN A GOD DAMNED GORILLA!”

My cock started bucking at her wild pronouncement, and Jenni’s pussy spasmed in orgasm. Jenni moaned, then panted breathlessly.

“Oh Steve, that was awesome,” Jenni said.

I nodded with a smile.

Jenni wiped her brow and said with a wink, “now the only thing left to do is grow!”

“I can’t wait,” I replied.