Angel 2

It didn’t take long for Angel to get the hang of lifting weights at the gym. To keep her super-sexy hour-glass figure, she spent a fair amount of time at the gym, though most of it was cardio. She discovered, though, that she had great genes for building muscle. Especially squats. Her thick thighs and big ass already had a good base of muscle, and that had her squatting a lot of weight pretty quickly. 

Before long, Angel was starting to look pretty buff. Her thighs got thicker and her ass got bigger, which was fine by her. She also started seeing lines on her abs, the beginnings of a rippling six pack. She didn’t really expect her arms to thicken as quickly as they did, but before long she could flex up a pretty impressive bicep. 

She admired herself in her mirror, clad in a lacy black thong and sports bra. She clasped her hands together and flexed her pectorals, an area she had been focusing on lately. She saw ripples moving under the skin. Damn, that was hot, she thought. She licked her lips. I’m being turned on by my own muscles, she thought. She giggled. And why not? I worked for them.

She flexed up her thighs and saw small teardrops form above her knee caps. She squeezed them, feeling their hardness. Then she flexed her toes and watched her calves bunch up and out. She felt a wetness between her legs. She licked her fingers and slipped them below her lacy bottoms.

“Oh fuck yes!” she thought, stroking herself. “These muscles are hot! Who needs Don’s muscles when I can build up my own!” 

She licked her lips. “Oh yeah, I want more, bigger muscles!” Her pussy spasmed at the thought. Bigger than a bodybuilder. Bigger than Don!”

“Ohh yeahh!” she moaned, imagining big, thick swells bulging beneath her skin. She pictured her biceps expanding, blowing up bigger. She imagined her legs getting even thicker and stronger. 

“Oooh yeah!” she cried, stroking and flexing, watching her pecs ripple. She’d pump those up, too, and make them thicker and bigger, even bigger than Don’s! Bigger than he could ever hope to be! Her pussy spasmed again and she moaned loudly as she came and gushed juices, soaking the front of her lace thong.

Breathing heavily, she whispered, “I’m going to out-muscle you, Don. I’m going to show you who the real muscle head is!”

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Once Angel got her hands on the right supplements and, ahem, chemical assistance, she really started to blow up. Angel marveled at how her body responded to the steroids. She kept lifting and packing on muscle, passing fitness level and heading to female bodybuilder level in no time. Each time she hit a new plateau of muscular mass, she’d increase her steroid dose, and her body would respond. It was like her body just absorbed all the ‘roids, along with the massive amounts of solid and liquid protein she was ingesting, and turned it all into muscle mass. 

She was at the gym, staring at the mirror as she curled 90 lb dumbells. She’d become so strong, and even that was a turn on now. She was practically horny, like, all the time. 

“And how could I not be?” she thought, staring at her reflection. Her massive upper body filled the cut-off tank top she was wearing near to bursting. Thick, vein-riddled pecs formed a cleft two-inches deep. It looked like two fleshy toasters were trying to burst out of her top. Her tits had receeded, giving way to the massive pectorals, and hung like veiny grapefruit underneath the massive shelf of pec muscle.

“With pecs like these, who needs tits?” Angel thought with a wry smile.

Her thick torso was visible under the cut offs. She admired the blocks of abdominal muscles that were thick enough to trap a man’s finger. Or something else. She smiled seductively. Her eyes moved lower, to her over-burdoned lycra shorts. They were stretched so tight the were practically translucent. The gnarled protrusions of her quads looked like two muscled heads hanging above her knees, and her calves were the size of softballs.

She grunted, eyeing her bulging biceps. Her arms, formerly thin and lithe, were now monstrous. Her bicep exploded outward each time she hoisted the heavy dumbell, and as she released it downward her triceps bunched into gnarled muscular bulges. God, she was freaky. And she loved it.

At the end of her set, rather than dropping the weights, she started doing shoulder flies. She admired the bulging traps as they seemingly swallowed her head with each rep. Fuck, she was huge. And sexy. 

She was at least as big as Don now. But that wasn’t enough. She wanted, needed to be bigger. 

“I will get bigger!” she cried, dropping the weights with a bang. A fellow patron glared in her direction, but quickly averted his eyes in disgust at the sight of the massive muscle woman. And she wanted to get even bigger?. 

Angel smiled, licked her lips and bunched her pecs. Her hand slid under her shorts as she stroked herself, right there, in public. “BIGGER!” she hissed, getting off on the man’s disgust. She flexed up a big bicep, reached out, and licked it. She grunted, and her pussy gushed. She grasped her pec and flexed, stroking faster, feeling her thick muscled pec. Then she came, soaking the front of her shorts. 

Then she chuckled. “Oh, I’m so not done yet,” she said as she grabbed the weights and began another set.