m/f Tara Trains Hard

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Hope you will enjoy another story I wrote.

After an intense day of working out, fully exhausted, Tara pushes her muscled body, especially her abs and pecs over all the possible limits at her private gym.

Tara Trains Hard.

Part 1

Tara has just finished her workout session in the city gym. It was a part of her daily routine, which lasted 3 hours in the morning and then, after a reach lunch and some brief rest, 4 more hours in the afternoon. She jumped in her car and drove home, enjoying the ever-progressing stillness of the scenery. Mile after mile leaving the crowded town, heading towards her cottage in the outskirts. Rep after impossible rep she tortured her muscles during these last hours, the luxury gym was already empty at that time on Sunday and she had a chance to focus completely on her training, without any disturbances. It is not that others easily distracted Tara, no; it was rather her own enormous, ripped to shreds veiny musculature that made them watch in awe how she struggles and huffs with enormous dumbbells and bars, lifting for reps more weight than two or even three healthy men could move for one repetition. Out of this reason, she preferred to workout fully dressed, wearing loose pants and a hoodie. All this clothes made the newcomers think, when seeing her first, that she was simply an overweighed fatty, trying to lose some weight. Her muscles were still burning like hell after the intensive sessions of her recent cruel training. Every fibre, every muscle stitch was screaming in sweet pain: Tara pushed her body even wilder than ever today. Moreover, it was the wall of her abdominal cubes, which received the most of her attention and therefore the most insane workout punishment of today. However, she knew, due to the workout schedule she had to maintain, it was not the last challenge of today for her exhausted body.

After a 10 minutes’ drive, Tara arrived home and parked in the garage. When she was getting out of the car, her face distorted in a grimace of pain: her abs muscles were so exhausted and tormented that they gave up to contract even in this simple motion of straightening and getting on her feet. “Nghhaaa… c’mon babies… I still have something for you…” she spoke in a gentle voice to her shredded balls of abs. “Mmmm… my abs… I will rip you to shreds this evening…” The driver’s seat was fully wet in her post-workout sweat. Shaking a bit, with all her muscles being in a search of rest and relaxation, Tara entered her big house and, impressively, it was not the shower or even the kitchen where she headed first. Without giving herself a slightest brake or getting a drink, Tara went directly to the basement, where she had her private well-equipped gym. Her ripped quads hurt with every step she took. “Ufff… so tired… hurts so bad…” she opened the cellar door and rushed to left side of the room. The thermostat showed the temperature: 35 degrees, it was very hot, and the whole space
had almost no fresh air to breath normally. Tara took the remote from the floor and pushed the button “up” five times, increasing the already impossible heat to 40 degrees Celsius. “Hhhh… hot…” she breathed out.

All the walls in the room were covered in mirrors; being there, she could see her own reflection from various angles. There was a bar for pull-ups hanging from the ceiling, Tara stood directly under it and began removing her clothing. Her blue pants were first to come off, revealing her strong muscular thighs and a beautifully carved set of calves, plenty of veins ran all over them. Next was her loose-fitting hoodie. When that was off, her broad shoulders, shredded arms, and man shaming pectoral muscles with a clearly defined clearage were set free. She wore no bra at all, enjoying the feeling of the ruff material on her muscle boobs, they were so well developed that there was no need of any support for them. Her pectorals looked like two huge blocks of striated flesh without a portion of breast tissue. Prominent grooves running lengthwise and pulsating veins crisscrossing in and out of her inches-deep muscle-cleavage. Her nipples where pointed straight to the floor. Pure pectoral beef towering over her inhuman wall of abs. Which by the way were in the most painful condition a woman or a man could ever have or imagine. One and a half inch deep canyons divided huge balls of muscles, the size of big oranges. Tara had what seemed to be an eight pack. Thanks to her hardcore workouts, they had been disproportionately overdeveloped for years. In fact, they were somehow significantly more ripped and vascular than the rest of her body. The bulge in her thong-panties right under her pussy hided even more of extreme and unthinkable musculature.

She looked in the wall-mirrors, adoring her impossibly ripped body, all the muscles very swollen and still red after her afternoon workout. Veins ran all over them, and she could easily see many detailed fibres of each muscle group. Marvelling her bulking figure, Tara made a double biceps pose; her 18-inches biceps were as thick as softballs, plenty of pencil thick veins running on them and further, to her meaty forearms, built out of nothing but striated muscle. Her shoulders were huge, pressing against those gigantic biceps. They were outlined with grooves, notches, and striations, springing to life with a slightest movement of this muscle goddess. After 15 seconds it caused her more sweet pain to hold this biceps poser, Tara’s muscles were totally exhausted after hours and hours spent in the city gym today. Yet she was about to crash them more, demanding to deal with more exercising and therefore pushing them to grow bigger. Pushing her incredibly tired body to train more, being already in a state of complete exhaustion, in a condition where any other athlete would quit and seek for rest.

Tara picked up a 20-kilo empty barbell beneath her; she added one 25-kilo plate on each side of it, making the total weight 70 kilograms. Her tired muscular arms bulged and flexed during this process, then she straightened, looked up at the pull-up bar, then down at the weight again, estimating something and grinned “Ngha… I’m in the mood to push my limits… more weight…” with that she put two more plates, increasing the whole weight of the barbell to 120 kilograms. The heat in the basement was impossible to withstand, drops of sweat started to form on the top surface of her pectorals. Her muscle breast was so big, that it formed two almost horizontal platforms, providing enough space to place a large bottle on each. When she was leaning down in order to secure the plates on the barbell, the beads of her sweat started they journey on her immense pec-meat, rolling down to her wide areolas and then to her one and a half erect nipples, moisturizing her paper thin skin. Sunset light, coming from the windows delivered its photons on her ripped and vascular chest, complementing the unbelievable anatomy of her pectoral muscles. Drops of it then ran further, on the underside of her pecs, hidden in their shadow. Difficult to believe how tuff has she developed her chest, so her boobs had a rock-hard underside! Travelling halfway, they fell down, only to land on the second row of Tara’s billiard balls-sized abdominal cubes and then disappeared in the deep cracks in between her inhuman abs. “That’s it… let’s begin…” she encouraged herself, focusing and gathering reserves of strengths in her wasted body. Lifting her head, Tara jumped on the bar and in one instant motion performed a round off with a hip circle, so now she was hanging from it not with her hands but with her legs, having the bar firmly secured under her knees, with her grapefruit-sized vascular calves pressing hard against the backside of her colossally swollen muscle thighs. With her head down, she faced the barbell on the floor. Tara straightened her arms, the height was exactly enough to grab the 120-kilo barbell. She encircled her hands over it, shook her head blowing off the sweat from her beautiful young face and with incredible strengths pulled it up. “Frrrhaaa…” her biceps exploded with remarkable definition, her traps widened more. Every muscle fibre of her impressive back billowed outwards at an alarming rate. On each of her thigh, the individual heads of the quadriceps grew into a monstrous definition. Huge knots of thick, blue veins jumped from underneath her skin, plastering her glutes from top to bottom with a tangled web of vasculature. Her perfect butt inflated with nothing but lean muscle mass, plenty of alarmingly bulging muscle stitches were clearly visible on it. Tara’s calves swelled more, dangerously pressing on the overgrown muscle groups of her huge quads. It was not possible to describe her pecs differently as two huge blocks of striated beef; she held the heavy barbell right under them, breathing in short determined strokes. Then came an unthinkable feat of strengths, which could not be human possible, if it was not Tara, the young muscle goddess with years of extreme dedication to push her physic beyond all the limits.

“Mhaaa… nghaa…” she started to bend her body, slowly bringing her upper-frame to a parallel to the floor position with a sheer power of her bulging abdominal wall, holding 120 kilograms of additional weight between her chin and her man-shaming pectorals. Agonizingly slow, she made it, her back was now in horizontal position, her glutes bulging insanely, doubling its size in order to transfer the momentum of this remarkable motion to her titanic thighs and calves, which locked the pull-up bar even harder. But her abs were in the worst condition, Tara’s eight-pack transformed into a ten-pack with each individual head growing beyond the size of grapefruits! Regardless of this, her small waist broadened only slightly at the call of her broadening obliquus, keeping her impossible figure steady. Her back exploded with even more muscles, as its many individual fibres surged forth, fighting each other for space and deepening the craves in her mind-blowing anatomy. Her lats spreaded in order bring more power to her arms and bulging shoulders, which turned into missiles of feminine might, while her biceps erupted with more veins. The head of each biceps pressed hard against the colossal mass of her pectorals. “Grrrhhh… ahhh…” Tara’s mighty chest jumped and bulged, her now two inches thick nipples pointed straight to the ceiling. With fire in her eyes, she held this hellish position. Ten seconds… twenty… twenty-five… half a minute. Her breathing became rush and uneven. Her exhausted abs seemed to summon non-existing reserves of strengths and just held her there, together with the heavily loaded barbell! In the meantime, the massive range of striations on her mega-defined glutes deepened to a half-inch each! Those thick slabs of this young muscle girl’s butt were protruding alarmingly from her body.

The mark of forty seconds past… yet Tara was still holding this painful weighted horizontal position, grunting huffing in between short breaths. The heat was unbearable, the air was literally burning but here she was, and here was her 10-pack, bulging incredibly, with bunches of finger thick veins running over them, tired to the bone but somehow managing to keep going. Craves between them were more than 2
inches deep; they were full of her sweat. Tara gritted her teeth, her frame began to tremble and the sweat from the canyons of her abs started to spill out and land on the floor. She looked in the mirror and saw a muscle beast shaking in pain, devoted to train her muscles to unthinkable level. “Yesss… girl… keep going… aww… my abs… grow… fuck… grow… biggerrrr…” with that Tara roared and flexed her stomach muscles even more. Her eyes focused on the first two abs muscles right under her colossal pecs, she threw her head back flexed wilder and they sprang into brighter definition. Her head came up; tears were running down her chicks, this additional feat costed her hell of the remaining strengths. Her quivering worsened. Desperately withstanding it, Tara flexed the second set of her extremely developed abdominal cubes. “Anghhaaa!... c’mon… babies… grooowww…” the veins from the first pair transmitted more blood to them and they grew half an inch bigger! She did the same with the third, and the fourth pairs. Now she was not breathing properly, she was just gulping the unbelievably hot air. Her eyes closed, she reached the mark of one and a half minute and it seemed her body could not continue, gravity and the 120-kilo barbell were bringing her down, she sank couple of inches lower. Suddenly she roared and in the stunning display of muscle control managed to restore the horizontal position. Using this acceleration, Tara screamed loud and rolled the muscle bulge from the 4th to her last, 5th pair of abs, which were hidden under her thong-panties! The last pair began to grow bigger, stretching the material, it reached same height of two and a half inches, but it didn’t stop there. Tara cried in pain but continued to flex more! More thicker veins appeared to deliver blood to the 5th pair of her insane abs-wall “Arrgghhaaaaa…!! Ghaaaa… groooowww… bigggerrr…!” amazingly the bulge slammed lower, her clit sprang to life, stretching the thong-panties to their limit. Tara roared again and flexed her bulging glutes more! The overstretched panties could not handle the combined pressure of her lowest abs, 2,5-inches in length clit and her inhumanly muscular glutes and ripped to shreds in a wild explosion from her mega shredded body.

Two minutes mark has arrived. Shaking like a leaf, Tara licked her dry lips, stuck her tongue out, adjusted her grief on the 120-kilo barbell and, with her upper body still in this insane horizontal position in the overheated air, started to bench-press the colossal weight for her first rep, her pectorals bulged more and her nipples lengthened to 3 inches…

 

Part 2

Two minutes mark has arrived. Shaking like a leaf, Tara licked her dry lips, stuck her tongue out, adjusted her grief on the 120-kilo barbell and, with her upper body still in this insane horizontal position in the air full of unbearable heat, started to bench-press the colossal weight of 120 kilograms. Her pectorals bulged more and her nipples lengthened to 3 inches, being now extremely erect. When the barbell came down, touching the middle upper surface of her man-shaming chest, she lifted her head some more and looked at her colossal pectoral muscles, the groove between them was 4 inches deep. Tara’s upper body hang there, supported by the colossal strengths of her over-developed abdominal muscles. Her eyes were on fire; she stuck her tongue out and licked at first her right and then her left bulging pec “Mmmyy… my meaty pecs… nghhhaaa… ” Veins as thick as pencils were running all over them from her mighty biceps and forearms. Then she flexed her chest, especially the inner stitches of it, and rolled each pectoral to the opposite side, enlarging the groove between them. “Nghaaaa…” Her muscle control was unbelievable, the two huge blocks of she-beef moved apart, splattering with veins and striations. Now Tara could have a better look on her hardcore abdominal cubes through the gap she created in her mammoth chest. Tara’s massive neck brought her beautiful head higher and her eyes widened, seeing how big each and every ball of her inhuman abs has become. The groove went all the way down, separating two rows of bulging abs-meat. Each individual block was at least two and a half inches in height, impossible Tara’s abs was deeper and more defined than most male bodybuilders chests! The inner-rows between orange-sized pieces of beef were filled with her sweat. Drops of her workout-juices were formed on the veiny top of each abs-block and they ran down like mountain streams, falling into her grand canyon in the middle, which led further to the 5th pair of her insane abdominal wall. Tara moaned when she saw it protruding even higher than the others “Hurts… so bad… my abs… so big… so hardcore…” She moaned louder seeing shreds of her thongs swimming in the crack between the last abs cubes of her ripped muscled body. They were literally floating in her sweat among the meaty walls of the colossal landscape of her stomach. She desperately stuck her tongue longer trying to lick each drop of wetness from her massive beefy muscle balls. Her mind was dealing with so much pain, yet somehow she managed to continue her torture, her incredible workout.

Holding this insane position already for 3 minutes, Tara’s look has reached her swollen clit. It stood proud between her oversized thighs, now 4 inches in lengths! Erect, like a small cock, the head of it was covered by a small strip of her destroyed thongs. Two finger-sized veins ran from her last abs blocks and were pulsing and feeding more and more blood to it. Tara bit her lower lip, marvelling how huge it has become “Mmmmm… so… big… so muscled… grow… more…” Deep growl left her exhausted lungs. “Grhaaaaaaa…!”

In a feat of absurd muscle control, she flexed each of her beefy abs cubes, pair after pair, transferring more blood to her clit. Roaring, she watched as it grew thicker, bending and pointing at her face. Fuck, if only she could suck it, she would give everything to do it, and she would burn even harder if this could be somehow possible. Grunting and moaning, she wanted somebody to put a 25-kilo plate on it so she could workout with her clit as well. And it did not matter to her that such kind of strength demonstration would make any possible spectators faint or throw up. She felt strong enough to do it and she will definitely try it during her next scheduled clit-workouts, which usually are very intense and super hardcore. Tara focused on her mammoth chest. “Oh… gawd… I will… rip my pecs… apart…” with that she began her second rep in this impossible bench-pressing. The pain in her abdominal wall was unbearable, yet she wanted to continue her cruel workout. And not only to hold this agonizing parallel-to-the-floor hanging position with her fully exhausted stomach muscles for longer, but yet to increase the extremity of it by performing bench-presses with 120-kilo barbell! In a normal state, laying on a proper bench-press, it would not be much of a challenge for her to make dozens of reps with this amount of weight. But now she was totally wasted, a huge fatigue in her muscles sent impulses into her brain to stop this killing exercise.

Tara transferred her look to the ceiling, bringing her barrel neck in line with her massive V-shaped back, clenched her teeth and began to bench-press the 120 barbell for reps. Two... three... four... “Ughhh...” five... Both melon-shaped and sized-pectoral muscles sprang to life and exploded in even higher definition. Six... seven... eight... “Grhaaa...” nine... Her football-sized deltoids bulged more with nets of fat veins on them pumping more blood to her inhuman chest. The skin-stretching sound filled the room, her epidermis was becoming thinner in order to accommodate the clearly visible stitches of each muscle group that made up her tremendous, inflated pectorals, which were now working hard, furiously pumping the big weight up and down. Ten... eleven... twelve... more and more reps came and it seemed Tara was pumping the barbell faster with each rep!

Tears started to stream down her beautiful young face when she performed the rep number 20. It was exactly 4 minutes of holding this unthinkable weighted parallel-to-the-floor position. Each and every of Tara’s hyper developed muscle groups was screaming in pain and agony, demanding from her to stop this cruel session, being already at maximum limits. Her bulging stomach was sickeningly muscular – unreal rock-hard cubes of beef were still holding her and the extra weight. Each meat bubble thicker than two and a half inches, protruding against the smooth muscled wall was crying and glistering in the wetness of her sweat. This kind of muscle explosion would be hard to imagine even on the most extremes hentai-musclegirl-drawings. Even though the trembling of her whole frame worsened, her huge arms were holding the barbell firm; the metal was trying in vain to dent the superior quality of the insane young musclegirl’s massive pectorals. The heat became insufferable, her spent dehydrated muscles ready to burst from her skin every second. Tara’s head came up again; the two pec-platforms of she-beef were fully blocking the view of her lower torso. Moaning and sobbing, she looked to the left and saw nothing but a hardcore muscle beast shaking in agony in the reflection of the wall mirror. Her jaw went agape seeing her shredded, excruciatingly cut and veiny super-physique. Her nipples were pointing straight up, so long and so fat that they looked like small dicks, each 4 inches in lengths! She pressed her massive calves harder into the biceps of her gigantic tree-trunk thighs, which were ballooning and swelling under this immense pressure, gripping the hanging bar harder. At the same time, the shelf-like swell of her bulbous glute muscles enlarged even more, radiating with bunches of fat veins, so shredded and strong was her butt that it was full of thick veins!

Tara was breathing in short determined strokes through tears of pain, marvelling her massively developed lower body. When the 5 minutes mark arrived, her eyes widened – the mirror reflected her muscled clit. Impossibly, it lengthened to 5 inches and got fatter as well! Drops of sweat were running down on this huge pulsating stick. It was bigger than Tara has ever seen it before. “Sooo... huge... ohhh... my... gawd... arghhaa... mmhh...” she looked lovingly at the trembling muscle pole, standing pretty and proudly. Then at her bulging abdominal blocks of 10 crazily developed shredded muscle cubes, feathered with striation and crawling with thick worm-like veins, which ran from her monster pecs. Tara wanted to touch them, to feel the screaming surface of her abs, to guide her hand further, encircle her colossal clit and jerk it like there is no tomorrow.

Gathering last reserves of her strengths, she attempted to do the impossible. Flexing her arms she manoeuvred the barbell closer to her nipples, transferring more of its weight to be held by her pectorals. The metal touched her alarming nipples and their strong presence blocked the barbell from rolling further! Her condition was far more than extreme, simply impossible. There was a big wet place of her sweat on the floor, and drops of it came and came down like a light rain in the summer “Grhhhaaaa... c’mon... girl... nghaaaaAAAA...!” Then, incredibly, she moved the grip of her right hand closer to the centre of the 120-kilo barbell and let go with her left! Now supporting the weight only with her colossal pecs and stabilising it with her right hand. Roaring and sticking her tongue out, Tara curled her left arm and the muscle beast in the mirror performed an outstanding biceps pose, the combined thickness of her triceps and biceps reached 26 inches! Her skin filled to the bursting point with huge, engorged muscles. Her body shaking wild, her eyes on fire, Tara looked at the throbbing, vascular softball of meat on her arm, and flexed it even harder! “Mrrgghhhaaaa...!” Sound similar to creaking fleece reached the walls as her skin accommodated the additional mass. And then a deep grunt from Tara escaped her lungs as her arm became an insane, bulging twenty seven and a half inches in circumference piece of she-beef. Thick muscles were fighting one another for room.

Huffing like an animal, she released the flex and moved her hand to rub the top peaks of her gigantic abs. Each of her over-exhausted abdominal cubes had a small peak and they were more than 3 inches deep! Her tiny fingertips brushed the thick veins atop of each block. She felt the blood pump through her skin to feed the tremendous mountains of muscles. They were solid as a rock, bulging extremely. Tara ran her hand lower, admiring and kissing with her fingers every muscle stitch in her over-developed stomach wall. At the 6 minutes mark she finally encircled her massive clit. “Ohhh... yesss... mmhh... “ Her frame shook, she lost some inches of the horizontal position but then, with a loud roar she tensed her enormous glutes and agonisingly restored it again! Tara began to jerk her clit wrathfully. She encircled it firmly with her fingers and her hand made not less than 10 up and down movements per second.
She was close to cumming. Yet her pervert mind demanded to fully destroy her exhausted body. With that she reassured the grip of her right hand on the centre of the 120-kilo barbell and, screaming like a banshee, lifted it at first up, then to the side, then fully lowered it extending her arm and began to crack fast biceps curls with it!!! Five reps... Ten reps... Fifteen reps...! Her eyes rolled up, showing only the whites, her teeth clenched harder. It seemed her both arms were competing with each other, what could she do faster: jerk her clit with her left or curl the 120-kilo with her right arm! “NGGGhhhaaaa...!” Deep grunts escaping her open mouth, the beach-ball of her right hand’s bicep muscle expand unnaturally beyond all the limits, passing 28,5 inches! An odd bulge atop the major biceps head, as a proof of her brutal, body-punishing workout appeared came and grew as a peak of the peak of Tara’s biceps! Twenty reps... Twenty five reps... Thirty reps...! Without slowing down! Thirty five...! All her body was filled to the bursting point with rock hard shredded muscles. When the rep number 40 arrived, Tara came, she came so hard, that the bar she was hanging from by her massive legs trembled like a leaf, transmitting the vibration to all the bizarre workout equipment in the room. “MMMMMHHHHAAAA.... YEEEESSSS...!” Still jerking her clit wildly, her muscled pussy released streams of juices. They landed heavily on the floor, mixing with her sweat there. Her insanely exhausted abs managed to hold her all the way for impossible 7 minutes. And then all her muscles gave up. She let go of the barbell; it fell to the floor making a loud sound. Her frame came back to vertical position, with her head down, she let go of the hanging bar with her legs and landed on the wet floor, breathing heavily.

 

Part 3

Her physic was a sight to adore, flexed and wasted to the limit. Every muscle group and fibre yelling in pain. Yet Tara was not done yet. Without giving herself even a slightest brake, shaking badly she went to the thermostat and... increased the temperature to 45 degrees Celsius! Moving to the next part of her home gym she could not stop thinking about the weighted workout for her big clit and her 4 inches long nipples...

Her physic was a sight to adore, flexed and wasted to the limit. Every muscle group and fibre screaming in pain of tiredness. Nevertheless, Tara was not done yet. After such an insane torture, she went through with her abs and biceps, without giving herself even a slightest brake, shaking terribly she went to the thermostat and... turned the switcher to the right, increasing the temperature to 45 degrees Celsius! The heat in the room started to become almost unbearable. Tara straightened her massively shredded, sweating naked figure, her legs and arms trembling uncontrollably, suffering of unthinkable stages of exhaustion. She breathed in; the substance that filled her lungs was not much like air, but rather more like a mixture of her own boiled sweat and tears evaporations together with reflected waves of her screams in workout-agony and sweet pain. Standing there, her body convulsed in messy flutters after the impossible orgasm she has just had. The only silent observers of which were posters of professional bodybuilders that were hanging on the walls around. Several ripped females, but mostly tuff male athletes were flexing their muscles in stage performances. Years ago, these were her idols, but after thousands hours of hardcore trainings, Tara has turned herself into such a hyper-shredded muscular beast that all these Mr. Olympia chaps looked shamefully outmuscled.

One of them was a full-height picture of Arnold flexing his 23-inch biceps. The poster was printed in one to one human-size scale. Tara came closer to it and did the same pose. Her radiating 28,5-inch biceps were ripped to say the least. The young muscle girl‘s bulging arms eclipsed the famous bodybuilder’s biceps, being more than 5 inches bigger! Turning her head sideways and sticking her tongue out, she admired her bulging peaks, marvelling how huge they were. A network of veins surrounded her massive forearms. Coupe of tears ran down her cheeks as she flexed her mega-tired arms even harder. Her nipples straightened out, now touching the wall with the poster in front of her, leaving wet marks of sweat on it. Tara felt her big clit sprang to life, lifting itself upwards to point at the impossible she-beef of her ripped pectorals. There was no softness at all in her boobs. Just massive slabs of beef that engulfed every iota of breast tissue available. Again, she has become extremely aroused by all the hyper-bulging musculature of her exhausted body. Impossibly, she was ready to go on and continue tearing apart her worn-out muscles.

Tara grabbed her hard clit with her hand and applied some downward pressure on it, the network of veins on her forearm sprang into a more prominent definition but her she-cock withstood the compression. “C’mon girl… show them how… hardcore your muscles really are…” Those big veiny pecs jumped up and down, almost reaching her chin. Still quivering Tara walked to the stacks with free weights. Her rippling glutes with alien striations bounced hard over the upper surface of her colossal thigh-biceps. Tara alternatively flexed them while walking and the visibly ripples and striations got even deeper and more prominent. Closing her yes, she let her mind drift in a sweet workout trance, “Mmmmhhh… my muscular butt…” Now she is going to push her female Adonis body and her muscles over all the limits, up until she faints. Her hand grabbed the 25-kg plate and with that, Tara turned her massive frame to face the wall-mirror. Tara’s pulsating clit right under the last pair of her 3-inches deep abdominal 10-pack was ready. Marvelling the ripped muscle beast in the reflection, she licked her lips, inserted her 4-inch long clit into the middle hole of the plate and, in a feat of bizarre strengths, let go off the weight with her hand! “Grrrhaaa… huff… huff…” short hard breathes escaped her mouth, she was holding 25 kilograms by the sheer power of her clit! Bigger veins ran over her huge orange-sized blocks of abs in order to supply more blood to her she-cock. The plate has covered more than a half of her clit’s length, about one and a half inches of it were sticking out, radiating with extreme female power. Grunting and sobbing, Tara stepped to the stack of custom-made dumbbells, her look slipped over 25-kg, then 50-kg, then 75-kg ones and finally stopped on the absolutely intimidating 100-kg pair of dumbbells.

Tara leaned forward with her upper body, her trembling hands landed on the heavy weights. Her bulging glutes jutting back to keep the balance, the peaks of her biceps bunched and swelled, trying to lift the massive dumbbells from the stack. “Nghaaaa…!” yet she had to pull harder with her back, straitening her position in order to pick up these huge weights. Her man-shaming arms had almost no power left I them after the previous exercise. There she stood, with 200 kilograms trying to drag her shredded V-shape down. An almost unbearable pain stressed her huge freaky, yet totally wasted muscles. “Uggghaaa… ugh… nghaah…” the sobbing and trembling of her physic worsened, Tara looked up, flexed her quads and watched them bloat and swell with hyper-vascular mass. She looked back in the mirror and flexed her hulking pecs, witnessing as they rumbled beneath her skin and undulated with even more she-beef. She moaned and her look went to the heavy 25-kg plate, which was not even close to cover the bulges of her huge thighs, and then to the protruding head of her strong clit. It seemed it has gotten even longer as Tara watched it with her mouth agape. Now there was enough space to put a second plate on it! Her mind went crazy seeing her most sensible body part turning into solid bar to be filled with heavy weights. The sight of her own bulging mass was so erotic that streams of her pussy juices began to run down the muscle grooves of her immense thighs. Fire lit in her beautiful eyes “Watch this… Arnold…”

With a loud grunt Tara began to perform biceps curls, smashing the 100-kg dumbbells to her bulging pectorals. They engorged to her chin as her biceps dug into the sides of those screaming meat-filled blocks of veiny she-beef. Her lats slapped into her triceps which squirmed with expansion as her muscles bulged against each other. “Urggghhhaaa…Mmmmore… bigger…” Five… Ten… Fifteen reps. Looking at herself in the mirror and watching the huge, bulging, meat-filled muscles on those arms, Tara cried “So… huge…, so… much… muscle…mmmmore!” Twenty… twenty five… thirty! The pain in her inhuman biceps-pythons has become excruciating. Screaming in terrible pain and struggling with the rep 33 she felt the coming of her next orgasm. Her muscled pussy lips began to contract, desperately trying to get a grip on something. Her clit got even bigger, now reaching 5 inches in lengths! It grew thicker as well, taking all the space in the opening of the 25-kg plate, causing a big pressure on its inner sides from the core. Impossible strength from the very core of Tara’s over-muscled body and her concrete will power were taking her through this insane exercise. The rep 34 was very slow, shaking badly she brought those mega-vascular biceps up again and then instantly dropped them down. Her biceps were screaming at her, begging to release the heavy dumbbells and finally stop this torture. Hot tears dropping straight on her pecs. Seeing her extremely enlarged clit getting bigger than she has ever seen it before during her impossible clit workouts, Tara took couple of steps closer to the stack with 25-, 50- and 75-kg dumbbells that she skipped previously. Roaring like an animal she squatted and guided the head of her clit in the custom-made opening, which was right in the centre of the weighted metal stack, under the steel elements on which rested the heavy dumbbells. Her crazy mind was ready for this, ready to try to lift all these weights by her ripped clit. Meanwhile Tara’s arms attempted to curl the dumbbells for the 35th rep. Her super-butched, massively muscular torso shaking wild in a storm of the tremendous efforts. Her lungs demand more oxygen but all she got was boiled air which tasted like lava.

It seemed exactly this hot liquid ran in her pulsating veins as they fed the monster mass on the young muscle beast in the mirror. The biceps themselves were yelling in pain, their peaks became an additional bulge on top of each. In state of muscle agony Tara lifted the 100-kg dumbbells for the 35th rep and, with her eyes popping, moaned and growled sensually while the peaks of her biceps rose higher reaching an incredible 30 inches in circumstance each. “Fuuuuuck…. yeaaahhh… grooow… bigerrrrr…!” With that she squatted deeper, her tree-trunk quads exploding with power, and flexed open her muscled pussy, which expanded like the muscular orifices of some sacred temple. She squeezed it shut with the strengths of her cunt-lips, then opened it again and hot juices splashed out of her muscular slit, landing on the floor and mixing there with her sweat and tears. She did it again and then again until a puddle of hot juice appeared between her feet. It was a matter of seconds when the non-withstandable heat in the room turned it into a smelly steam.

“Here… I come…” Tara grunted, flexed her super-thighs and slowly began to stand up “Arrrghghhhaaa…!” Her insanely bulging muscled clit met resistance from the stack of dumbbells, but impossibly, catching the momentum from her powerful orgasm, Tara managed to half-lift the stack and all the heavy weights on it for couple of inches over the floor! Her huge Adonis frame was shaking insanely, she just stood there with all that weight pressing down onto her she-cock. As if it was not enough, her tired arms slammed the 100-kg dumbbells on the stack, adding more pressure to her poor blaring clit. “Uuuuughhhaaaa…! Mmmmmmoooorrreee…!” Tara took a “small” 10-kg dumbbell from the stack on her right. The diameter of the weights on both ends of the dumbbell was about 4 inches. With her shuddering hand she brought it to the entrance of her muscle-cunt, flexed it open once again and slowly inserted the dumbbell into her mighty love tunnel!!!. Then she let go with her hand, flexed the rippling pussy lips and slowly sucked the weight deeper until the other end of it disappeared in the bulging depth of her vagina! “Soo… hard… soo.. muscular…!” Her pussy muscles clenched harder on the whole weight, extracting a deep cry of pleasure and pain from her beautiful mouth. Tara’s abdominal wall bulged more and waves of additional vascularity cascaded down her grapefruit-sized abdominal blocks, descending to her mighty pussy. Her body and all the bulging mass of insane muscles were travelling in a state the most extreme exhaustion, pain and pleasure. Huffing and growling, she opened her eyes and smiled to the muscle beast in the mirror “Gaaaaawd… yeeeessss….!”

Her arms went to form a monstrous double biceps pose, her cunt-muscles began to pump the 10-kg dumbbell up and down in ever accelerating motions. She bounced her left pec, then the right, her nipples reaching again the unthinkable length of 4 inches, pointing straight at her from the reflection. With each flex, the toaster-sized blocks of pec-muscles transformed into a mishmash of ripples and striations that looked absolutely inhuman. Her clit vibrating in chaotic shakes of female power, making all the dumbbells on the stack to tremble and jump. “AAAAAARGGHHHHH….YEEEEESSSS….MMMOOORREEE… MUSCLES…!!!!” And then she came like a tornado over exhausted and tortured land.
When coming back to senses, Tara stood on her feet, turned the temperature to normal and walked to drink some water and to take a shower. The 10-kg dumbbell was still in her muscled pussy…

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[MochiNii]

Tendrá continuación?

[aitchbee]

You have used a number of words which do not mean what you think they do (Like physic and grief). I suggest that you find an editor who can help you with this problem.