Celine 5

Celine’s constant taunting about the relative size of their muscles caused Ken to push things to another level. He got a hold of a powerful steroid and started juicing. After his first cycle, he put on another 15 lbs of muscle, bringing me to 225lbs at 5’8”. He was thick, muscular, vascular. He had so much energy in the gym, he felt like a superman.

When Ken did a lat spread, his huge lats bulged outward like meat wings. His 19” biceps were thick with softball-sized crowns of veiny, striated muscle. His shoulders were like bowling balls pressing against those gigantic biceps, only instead of being smooth those bowling balls were lined with grooves, notches, and striations that would ripple with every movement.

His vascularity was ridiculous. When he was pumped, he had veins snaking over every inch of his skin. They would squirm and pulse like worms, giving him a grotesque appearance. He looked so freaky, normal people couldn’t handle it. Strangely, this only turned the two muscle freaks on even more. They loved to freak people out, to cause the “normies” as they called them to lose their shit over their freakish appearance.

The last time they were in the gym, they were benching 150lb dumbbells for reps. Celine wore nothing but a tiny posing brief. Ken was naked, his cock hard as a rock as he pressed the weight again and again. 

“Gonna get fucking huge!” he screamed and powered the weight up. “I’m gonna pack on another 20lbs of mass” he said and slammed the weights up yet again. “Then I’m gonna put on even more! You’re never gonna catch up!”

Celine just frowned, upset that Ken had outmuscled her, but at the same time completely smitten with lust for his massive, muscular physique.

Ken dropped the weights, jumped off the bench, and roared as he flexed his huge pecs. They looked like two phone books, bloated and striated. Veins snaked across his chest, neck, and even his face. He had stretch marks in odd places from the ridiculous growth of his muscles. His skin was stretched to translucency with disgusting vascularity.

Celine couldn’t help herself. She kneeled before him and took his cock into her mouth, sucking and bobbing her head with abandon. She reached up and felt his thick, hard abs and his striated muscle-butt.

“That’s right, bitch, worship my muscles!” Ken cried as he flexed into a double bicep pose. Celine’s pussy gushed as she sucked harder. Ken stared at his flaring muscles, grunting and moaning. Then he powered down into a most muscular and growled. 

“Ungh FUCK YEAH!” He cried, cumming hard. Celine swallowed every last drop, gulping and panting. Ken smiled, bent down, and kissed her cum-filled mouth. Then he sauntered back to the bench, grabbed the dumbbells, and started lifting again. As he pumped up his chest, his cock began to swell again, he was so turned on by building his own muscles. 

Celine’s pussy dripped. Overcome with lust, she mounted him while he pressed the weights again and again. She grabbed his pecs, feeling them bulge and striate, and gyrated on his cock. Ken moaned and grunted, using the powerful horny energy of Celine’s sex to push himself even harder. He finally dropped the weight, then reached up and grabbed Celine’s muscular hips. He pounded his cock into her from below as she moaned and came again and again.