Freaks - a couple grows

“So this is what you want?!” Jessica asked incredulously as she looked at the images of the insanely built female bodybuilders on the screen.

She had come home early and caught me red handed as I stoked my fetish for female muscle.

I nodded sheepishly. Her brow furrowed. She stared at the screen. 

“Ok,” she said. “I can see the appeal.”

My eyebrows shot up in surprise. “You can?”

She shrugged. “Sure, I mean look at these chicks, they’re jacked. I wish I were that jacked.”

I blinked.

She poked me in the chest. “Hell, I wish you were that jacked!”

Things got weirder from there. We started watching bodybuilders, male and female, before sex. We would role play and talk about growing big muscles. Muscle fucking, we started calling it. It was the best sex of my life.

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“Ken, I think it’s time we stopped pretending and starting doing this for real,” Jessica said one morning.

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

“I’m talking about bulking up. Getting big, and muscle-fucking for real!” she said in earnest. 

“We already go to the gym and lift,” I said. In fact, we’d both been pushing each other to lift heavier weights, inspired by our muscle fucking sessions. We avoided cardio and just hit the weights daily, and on both of us it showed. Jessica was a natural mesomoph and at 5’4” she weighed a solid 150 lbs. At 5’8”, I was hovering at 185 and decently muscular.

“Yeah but not like our fantasies,” she said. “I’m talking about getting huge!”

“Okay. How?” I said.

“We need to get on a program, and we need to get some chemical assistance,” she said.

“You mean like steroids?” I replied.

“Yes!” Jessica said. “I’m going to get us some, and we’re going to take them, grow, and become huge muscle freaks!”

Her outburst worried me, but her enthusiasm for muscle had me hard as a rock. “Okay,” I said against my better judgment. “Let’s do it.”

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“Should we talk about the side effects?” I said as Jessica prepared the syringe.

“Like what? Increased sex drive, aggression, and a great big clit? Sounds like fun to me!” Jessica.

“What about increased body hair, baldness, acne?” I said hesitantly.

“Oh who gives a shit. A little extra body hair might be sexy. I’ll be like a horny animal!” she said excitedly. 

I frowned, but Jessica didn’t hesitate. She injected herself without waiting for me. I was reluctant at first, but my desire to see us both become jacked muscle monsters overpowered my better judgment. I took an injection.

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Being self employed has its advantages. After weeks of injections and heavy workouts, I was developing unique needs. I needed to eat a lot more, and more often. My workouts were longer and harder, and that was best done when the gym was empty and the normies were out of my way. I was also horny all the time, but especially when seeing my own growing musculature. With Jessica at work, the only way to handle that was to jack off, and I had to do so multiple times a day.  I had put on 30 lbs, weighing in now at 220lbs, and it was obvious that my clothes were fitting much more tightly. I liked the feeling of my old clothes wrapped tight around my muscular body, tighter and tighter with the passing of time. Tight enough to make my constantly aroused cock protrude gloriously and my beefed up pecs stretch the fabric of my T-shirt to near translucency. 

My traps have grown enough to swallow part of my neck, enough to be clearly discernible under clothing. I can’t wait for them to grow bigger and bigger. Maybe someday I’ll be able to just turn my head slightly and lick to my own kinky trap muscles. It’s impossible to even think of such ludicrous fantasies and not get a hard on marveling at my own body and its future growth potential. 

Sometimes I would just stand in front of the mirror, totally naked, and let my own muscles make me horny. My raging hard on throbbed full of my juiced up blood, as if it had a mind of its own. I would jack and watch my muscles bunch and swell, and cum on my own reflection.  

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Jessica took to our new lifestyle with a fervor that shocked and aroused me. The more she grew, the more she wanted to grow. She managed to gain 25 lbs already. At 175 and her height, she already looks quite massive, even if she carries some extra fat along with her developing musculature.  The best part is that she can feel it. She always wears nice, form-fitting clothes to accentuate her curves so her muscle shows quite a bit, even when it’s covered. But she hasn’t bought any new clothes for some time now and those 25 new pounds of chemical flesh have stretched her clothes tightly around the hard angular muscle of her growing body. She enjoys the feeling of extra tightness. She loves the fact that she has to not overdo it when moving or her clothes will give in to her explosive muscular force. That very feeling only reminds her that she’s fulfilling her dream: she’s getting more muscular, freakier. And she just can’t enough, she wants more and more. She loves the idea of getting thicker all over.  She’s seen it in the mirror but now she feels it. Her biceps press against her forearms when she runs her hand through her hair, and her thighs rub up against one another when she walks. When she flexes, she can feel her lateral muscles pushing against her arms. Her traps have gotten so big that she can feel them when she turns her neck.  At 175 pounds she’s bigger than most female bodybuilders in contest shape. She might be carrying more fat than they do but there’s no denying that she massive.  Her ass is getting tighter and rounder. She licks her lower lip just thinking about her thick, muscular ass. Her thighs have bloated to unreal size, big enough to hang over her knees. Her calves are so big they can be clearly seen from the front. Her legs seem a bit hairier. She stopped shaving, deciding she enjoyed the freakiness of it.  Her biceps have gotten bigger, bigger than most men’s and bigger than most women bodybuilder’s she’s seen or heard about. But they’re still not the biggest, and she wants them even larger. Her pecs had grown, too. Slowly but surely her breasts have receded, consumed by her hypertrophied pecs. Better to show her pectoral muscles. They’re big enough now to make them bounce. She likes to do that when she’s horny. Bouncing pecs should be a universal fuck sign as far as she’s concerned. There’s nothing sexier than growing masses of chest muscles moving up and down. It’s animalistic and that’s how she wants it to be. She wants them to get bigger, thicker so that the bouncing, bunching pec muscles bulge farther off her form, more intimidating, more animalistc, more sexy. Bigger than any other female bodybuilder’s. Bigger than any other male bodybuilder’s. Bigger than she can grab with her hands. Big enough to pec fuck her man. 

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”I have a surprise for you,” Jessica said in a voice an octave deeper than when she had started juicing. “I quit my job. I’m going to devote all my time to getting huger!”  I smiled. Seeing Jessica grow into a hulking muscle beast had removed any doubts I had about our new lifestyle. I even began to enjoy the freakier aspects of this arrangement, her growing hair, her bigger chin, her bigger clit.

“Oh yeah, babe. Lets get freakier!” I said.  I stood, tore off my sweat pants, and flaunted a raging hard on. I flexed my thick pecs and they bunched up to phone-book sized blocks of muscle. 

“Now that you’re home, how about you do something about my roid-pumped cock?” I said.  Jessica bunched her pecs and then crunched down into a most muscular pose. She grit her teeth and grunted, and her shirt tore down the front and sides. Her tight pants split when she squatted and flexed her quads and glutes. She tore the rags off. She stood before me clad only in a thin g-string thong. It didn’t come close to covering her her hairy bush, and unruly tufts of pubic hair stuck out from beneath it.

The front of her underwear was soaked with her juices and translucent, and I could see her thick, hard clit straining against the front. She Alternately flexed her left pec, which bunched and rolled in cabled relief. Then she flexed the right, as it crunched into a thick plate of rippling sinew. She strode forward and squatted down, then shoved my rock-hard member between those hulking pecs. She started bouncing her pecs and I moaned at the hypersexual eroticism of being given a boob job - no, a pec job - by Jessica’s thick, rippling muscular pecs.

I was overcome with lust watching Jessica’s traps bulge and throb. She saw I was about to cum, so she pulled away and swallowed my member to the hilt. I grabbed her thick lats and came down her throat. She swallowed greedily.

“Thanks for the protein boost, beefcake. Now it’s my turn.” Then she squatted down and flexed her muscular glutes and thighs. They bulged obscenely, and her g-string could not handle the load of her bloated glutes and bulging clit. They snapped off.

“Come suck my hairy cunt!” she cried, flexing her pecs and biceps.

I grasped around her waist and squeezed her thick, sexy glutes. I shoved my tongue deep into her hairy pussy and her clit bulged thicker into my mouth. I sucked and sucked until she came with a deep, gutteral moan. Juices flooded my mouth.

“Oh yeah, babe. I love being a sexy muscle freak!” she cried.