Girlfriend Sally - pt 2

Sally looked at herself in the gym mirror and oogled all the new muscle she had packed on in such a short time. It made her horny, and that gave her even more energy and drive to push herself bigger. She had created a vicious cycle of growth - packing on muscle just fed her lust for more, which gave her the energy to grow and feed her lust further.

She curled 80lb dumbells, pumping rep after rep, watching her biceps contract and bulge with power. She gritted her teeth, feeling the burning sensation but pushing through it, willing them larger.

“Fuck yeah,” she hissed, “grow!” 

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her “boyfriend” Erik where she had tied him to a weight rack. He had a look of pure disgust on his face, but he couldn’t take his eyes off her bulging muscles. Sally smiled knowingly when she saw his erection tenting his sweatpants.

Sally dropped the weights and admired herself in the mirror. Her top was a cut-off wife beater that looked stretched to capacity with all her bulging mass. Her sweat made it look nearly translucent, and you could see the bulging veins of her chest and back muscles through it as they engorged from the effort of her work out. Her abs were completely exposed as the top barely covered the bottoms of her toaster-sized pecs. They were thick and striated, like a stack of softballs shoved in her abdomen. Fist-sized obliques jutted from her sides. 

Her thighs were thicker than her waist, with gnarled mutant protrusions of muscle hanging over her knees. Her calves were bloated and striated with separation, like two softballs shoved into each lower leg. Her glutes, covered with a skin-tight white lycra bottom, bulged with ominous vascularity. They weren’t round. They were an angular mass of blocky, alien-looking muscle that threatened to tear through her bottoms.

Erik was utterly shocked at the sight of her hyper-muscularity. His brain struggled to process toaster-sized pecs with inches-deep cleavage nearly bursting her top, traps that looked like hams shoved into her bull neck and nearly reaching her ears. 

Sally laughed a deep, masculine chuckle. “Oh yeah, baby. What do you think?” 

Then she flexed into a double bicep pose. Her biceps rose half way up her arms, almost impossibly, looking the size of footballs. They were striated mounds covered in veins, like a squirming pile of worms they rose and engorged. A baseball-sized protrusion rose from the huge pile, twitching like an erection.

Those biceps weren’t just bigger than his. They were bigger than anyones. They looked inhuman. She was a mutant!

“You’re a freak!” Erik whispered fearfully.

“Yeah baby, I’m a freak,” Sally said, getting off on his fear and disgust, yet undeniable attraction to her massive muscles. 

Then she rested her fists on her jutting obliques as she spread her lats. They inflated like meat wings, expanding outward and lifting her arms. Her top couldn’t contain them and it tore up the sides. She grit her teeth and flexed her chest, and her toaster-sized pecs blasted outward, tearing right through the front of her overburdened top. Bullet-hard nipples pointed downward as stacks of striated meat piled up on her chest, nearly reaching her chin. 

Erik blinked. “You’re… huge…”

Sally threw her head back and laughed throatily. “Huge? I’m fucking gigangitc!” 

Then she crunched down into a most muscular pose. Her jutting pecs and freakish biceps slammed into each other with a slap. Massive shelves of trap muscles bulged up to her ears. Her thighs bloated, tearing the sides of her bottoms. Then she bucked her hips, and her massive quads and pumpkin-sized glutes tore through her lycra bottoms. 

It was too much for Erik, and his cock bucked as he came in his pants with a whimper. 

Sally just laughed her deep, masculine laugh, and said, “And I’m just getting started…”