foker Posted May 28, 2020 Share Posted May 28, 2020 Cindy’s Muscle Obsession. Part 1 It was in this moment, right after I escorted her home. About time, thought I to myself, breathed in for some courage and said to Cindy “You know I simply can’t stop thinking about how am I impressed by you, maybe today is the day when I could watch you… working out?” She exanimated me with her right eyebrow and said after a short pause “Well, okay, let’s do this. However, you have to know something about me… I am delighted how good we get along together and anyway I wanted to tell you this sooner or later… The thing is, I am addicted to pushing my body and my muscles to the limit… and then maybe even over it. I just need to be sure… you can stand it, I mean seeing me going really… hardcore.” Her words sounded very serious. Full of excitement I said “You can count on me, and maybe I could even help you, you know I was couple of times in the gym myself.” While saying this, I have noticed some tiny fire explosions in her beautiful eyes. The corners of her mouth went up, her full crimson red lips stretching in a smile of enthusiasm. “Follow me,” she just whispered. I briefly looked around to reassure was I dreaming or not and entered Cindy’s house. It was a bit dark in the corridor, with some light coming from the far side of it. In these rays of distant light, her perfect V-shape looked truly amazing from the back. Her big curvy butt made me think she has some serious glutes under the tight-fitting dress. We have been seeing each other for almost two month and from the very first day, I could not resist her wonderful figure. However, she was usually quite shy when we happen to speak about how great and sporty her shape is. Time to time Cindy only fleetingly mentioned something about her weight-lifting sessions and how much time she needs to improve her performance and stamina. She spoke also about the will power and its influence on her trainings. Her talks surprised me a bit, as she was only 18 and the echoes of obsession that I could hear in her voice during such conversations made me think she is a very unusual girl. And I liked it. All those glimpses of memories were travelling in my head when we went down to the basement and entered one of the most professionally equipped gym I have ever seen. Not less than one hundred square meters were full of various workout stations, free weights of all kinds, bars, dumbbells, chains and some unknown pieces of training devices were gathered in this temple of hard trainings. The walls were mounted with mirrors, which made the room look even bigger. Impressed by all these tons of metal and their reflections, I turned to Cindy and said, “Show me how strong your body is”. Looking my in the eye, she took her dress off and I could finally enjoy the view of her wonderful athletic body, wrapped only in a sporty bra and a black thongs. Her magnificent physique transfixed me, mainly the condition of her musculature. Cindy’s muscles were not specifically huge in their relaxed state, but the definition could not be described differently as “very most shredded and hardcore”. She tensed up her legs and her thighs full of veins contracted, showing a remarkable definition of each muscle group. Her “belly-muscles” were extremely visible. To my amazement, Cindy somehow managed to develop an 8-pack! The incredible muscle girl turned a bit sideways so I could get a better view of her midsection. With two fingers she grabbed the thin upper string of her thongs and pulled it a tiny bit lower to expose the sacred musculature that it was hiding. My mouth began to open unconsciously, when I saw the fifth row of abdominal cubes! The veins were also fully present on them. “Impossible…”, I slurred. Cindy was clearly delighted of my astonished look while I was greedily discovering her outstanding midsection. The core of it had as many dips and cracks as a well-travelled asteroid. Every smooth area of her stomach was flanked almost immediately by deeply etched crevices formed by interlocking muscles. And then she inhaled, which brought her muscle cubes to immediate attention. Her stomach solidified into what looked like rock-hard brickwork of neatly cordoned sections starting from just below the fabric of her thongs all the way up and under her hard pectorals, which I’ve so foolishly mistaken for breasts when I first met her. Her insanely developed fifth pair of abs bulged out to such an extent that the thongs bulked up, making her panties form more of a peak than a flat area. Looking at the material, I could easily recognize outlines of the veins, running over this gawd-knows-how-hard-to-develop pair of muscles. “Uff… I’ve worked tuff on them… can’t wait to show you how hard will they get and… how much can I lift with them…” I could hardly believe what I was hearing and seeing. Checking the reflection in the mirror on my left, I marvelled the amazing abdominals and obliques from a new perspective. All I could do was just to stay in front of this beefy girl and marvel at her, continuing to examine the extremely shredded frame she has built. Cindy crunched down on her left side causing her obliques and serratus to pop out with a mind-numbing definition. They looked as if they were four interlocking fingers covered by a layer of skin that looked like it was more wax than skin at this point. Maze works of veins crisscrossed over her abdominals as well as her obliquus, which were extremely defined when she exhaled a second time, still holding her side crunch. Cindy swayed her hips back and forth while breathing and exhaling, twisting and crunching, showing me her spectacularly cut midsection from every angle until I began to shake my head from left to right, refusing to believe someone could be so ripped. Her voice brought me back from a dreamy trance when I moved my eyes to her impressive muscular biceps “Let’s get… these muscles… burning… but at first I need a warmup…” Cindy made her way over to the free weights with a clear intent to give her arms some attention. There was a metal rack lined up against the wall with 4 pairs of dumbbells on it: 10-, 20-, 30- and 50-kg. She then picked a pair of 30-kg dumbbells, gripping both firmly and slowly curled them, enjoying the sensation. “Ohhh… yess…” Breathing out she started doing fast curls with them. Five reps… ten… twenty… The weight seemed to provide almost zero resistance to her bulging arms. “Gawd! You are strong!” I watched as more veins started to travel over her bulky peaks. I thought about my own biceps, those dumbbells probably would have left me besieged just after couple of reps. Her massive arms were probably bigger than mine now as she was furiously pumping them right in front of me. Cindy’s face expression changed as she passed the rep number twenty-five, her breathing became harder. Having her eyes on me, she pushed her bulging arms with ever incising number of veins on them to perform thirty incredible curls of perfect form and then put the heavy dumbbells back on the rack. Not giving herself even a slightest break, Cindy grabbed the intimidating 50-kg dumbbells. And rep after rep she went on! Her skin began to glister with sweat, the peaks of her screaming biceps got even more defined and I could see a small bulge on the upper surface of each peak! Her muscles were growing as she huffed and puffed, bringing the weighty pieces of metal to her shredded shoulders repeatedly. After insanely fast twenty reps the amazing muscle girl was really struggling to go on. She performed another five in a slow determined pace and put the heavy dumbbells back. The metal rack with the 10-, 20-, 30-kg dumbbells on it shook a bit when the pair 50’s joined the others. What happened next has totally blown my mind, Cindy breathed out, placed her hands on the central grips of the metal rack and whispered “Now it’s time… for an extra heavy set… I want to see what I can curl… for you…” she stated. I only shrugged and nodded. “Sure…” Gawd, I enjoyed so much seeing her pumping heavy iron. She gave me a quick smile and with a gut-wrenching groan lifted the dumbbell rack from the floor, looking over and seeing the heavy weights on it trembling but staying firmly on their fixed places! More than 220 kg began to rise higher, lifted by her amazingly muscular arms! Breathing in short strokes, Cindy straightened her back and in front of the mirror, right by me. A serious expression came over her angelic young face. She exhaled and, to my amazement, began to curl all this weight! “Ughhhaa….!” Steadily, the giant weight rose, as did her biceps. If the veins on her arms were well visible before, they became extremely fat and noticeable now. “Nghaa… one… two… three…” Cindy counted while curling, her voice sounded unbelievably sexy. Insanely, she continued to pump her biceps more and more, each curl of a perfect form, each curl pushing her biceps further. She was at 10 now, and she has slowed to a rhythmic pump. Her skin was screaming, stretched by all the mass of huge muscles under it. The degree of her pump made me refuse to believe I was witnessing this live. “Yes… look at them… my biceps… look how big… I’ve trained them for you… urgghh…” She gritted her teeth and grunted, forcing the 15th rep out. “Uff… More…!” she yelled to herself, willing to do more reps. Meanwhile I stood there flabbergasted, losing my grip on reality. When Cindy completed her 17th rep, she took a deep breath and pumped her 18th and 19th curls. Sweat now visibly running down her cheeks. I could see bunches of thick veins starting to course up her chest and neck. Cindy’s bicep went insane. With a guttural roar, she slowly raised all the weight above right angle, completing the next rep. “One…more…” she exhaled lowering all the mass of metal. I noticed a very small tear has appeared on her stretched bra. She began the ascension of her final repetition at agonizingly slow pace. A multitude of thick veins ran their way up her neck as she squeezes her eyes shut. Suddenly she got stuck just below the right angle, fighting to keep it upright. It occurred to me I have to do something, seeing how hard she is struggling to move the incredible weight further up for the 21st rep. “You can do it, Cindy! Show me, how hard you are!” I yelled, immersed in the sparkling battle between extremely pumped up girl and heavy weight. “This… is… for… you…!” She practically screamed as her arms went nuclear, furiously surging upwards with renewed vigour. Rip! Her top stretched too much and her man-shaming pecs began to tear through the fabric! More than 220 kg of metal forced up to the maximum reach. What I saw nearly made me scream and fall to my knees. Cindy’s arms were grotesque, a squirming mass of twitching muscle fibres with networks of veins sprawling themselves across her gigantic balls of muscle. She held the dumbbell rack at the top of her rep for a couple seconds, and then lowered it down, still gripping firmly on it. “Grrrhaaaa…!” A loud scream left her mouth and I began to shake my head from left to right, seeing what she was attempting to do. Flexing her bulging biceps even more, Cindy started to apply more force on the metal grips and little by little, the dense material gave way and went into a state of bending! “No… fucking… way…” Refusing to believe I watched as she bent the rack more and more, until the dumbbells began to fall out of their fixed places onto the floor, which was wet of her sweat. The seeing these titanic efforts made me instantly came in my pants. Cindy dropped the deformed metal rack and brought her hands into the most insane and impressive double biceps pose. She looked me in the eye and brought her hands into the most insane and impressive double biceps pose. Part 2 “Incredible,” was all I could say. Cindy giggled in a very erotic way, stabilizing her breathing and said “I’ve been waiting for a chance to show you my workouts for so long… glad you… like what you see…,” she whispered the last words slowly, releasing her flex and turning sideways to me. Then she curled her arm into a side chest pose. Her right pectoral muscle began to grow, a striated plate of she-beef was progressively extending forward and up to her chin, stretching her sports bra to the max. The extremely muscular girl licked her lips again and lifter her head up, flexing her chest even harder. “Nghhhaaaa…”, unable to contain so much mass, her sports bra started to rip apart! My mouth hung agape at the sight of the young muscular Adonis standing before me. She had no normal boobs at all! Only rock-hard pecs almost 4-inches deep. Her erect nipples where looking straight down to the floor. I could not believe how one can reach such a hardcore level of muscularity being only 18 years old! Especially such a pretty girl as Cindy was. When all the torn pieces of her bra landed on the floor, she raised her arms behind her head, inhaled quickly and then exhaled into the craziest abdominal flex. Her abs hardened into ten striated lumps, more veins started bulging on them. The only peace of clothes she had now was her tight black thong. “Ughh… now… let’s start… the workout…”, she went to the centre of her huge gym and stood under a bar for chin-ups. Cindy started to attach a thick 20-kg metal weight-chain to each of her ankles asking me softly, “Tell me, how many chin-ups can you do?” What has wondered me there were dozens of free-hanging hooks connected to these heavy chains. “Hmm, I think I can go for 20, maybe 25”, of course I lied, knowing my best would probably be 10 or 12 on a good day. “Good…”, a brief smile appeared on her beautiful face, “Then you know what it takes to… lift yourself up this way…”, she moved her shredded body with the sound of heavy chains scratching on the floor to stand right under the bar. I noticed plenty of iron balls gathered where she stood. There was a mark “10kg” on most of them. “I want you… to help me with this exercise…”, with that she jumped to the bar and brought her legs completely horizontal to the floor, hanging there in this extreme stretched position with 40 kilograms of extra weight! She pointing her toes straight forward as well, causing the calves muscles to jump into big heart-shaped pieces of corded musculature. “Come closer, here’s what we’ll do. I’ll do chin ups, and after every 10 reps you attach a 10-kg weight to each of the chains on my ankles. Okay?” I only shook my head up and down, not quite sure what was about to happen. I stared at her incredibly muscled and ripped body, hanging from the bar by the bulkiest arms I have ever seen. And then she began to perform steady pull-ups of perfect form keeping her legs horizontal to the floor. I could hear her soft grunts of efforts as Cindy’s arms rose, bringing her body up and the heavy chains with it. I swear I could even hear her biceps expanding, growing like mountains as she mastered rep after rep. The muscle angel breathed out “Ughh… ten…, add more weight…” Her body shook a little, as I connected a 10-kg ball to each of the weighted chains. It seemed to make almost no difference to her and she carried on performing this incredibly difficult exercise. I simply stood in awe, watching the show, marvelling at how her muscles flex and work harder and harder. “Uff… Twenty… more… weight…”, her voice brought me out of my hungry starring at her extremely ripped body. I hurried and connected two more balls (gosh they were heavy and I had to lift them one by one with two hands), bringing the whole weight on her legs to remarkable 80 kilograms! The skin covering Cindy’s ten-pack was so tight that I could see how huge her abs blocks were, tightening more as she managed to raise her legs and the weights higher. “Ughhhaa… yes… watch me working out… for you… nghhaa…” She licked her lips and I saw beads of sweat rolling down her beautiful, a bit contorted face. I knew that she was straining now, yet to do so many pull-ups with your legs horizontal would be a challenge almost for everybody, but this illegally muscled girl was doing them with extra 80 kilos attached to her legs! Her arms bent again and she kept rising, going for her 21st rep. Every time she reached the top, her biceps peaked like rockets and more stitches popped up. More thick veins appeared on them, they were almost as thick as my fingers! I looked again on her mind-blowing abdominal wall – 10 perfectly shaped cubes the size of billiard balls were working hard to keep the extra weight there. A huge throbbing vein snaked across the peak of each of this hard-rounded muscle blocks that you would die for. Gawd, how hard do you have to punish your abs to get them this extremely ripped!? I leaned closer to get a better look, each of her abdominals under her paper-thin skin was like a monster ready to burst from beneath the waves. “Ughh… yessss… I trained them… so hard… for you…”, Cindy’s voice was still sexy and soft despite her ever-increasing efforts to perform pull-up after pull-up. I could not resist and touched her super abs. Crazy, they were so hard and powerful, pulsating with unimaginable female power. “Mhaaaa…”, a low moan of passion sounded from Cindy’s throat. I was getting hard and so taken by this sheer feat of strength she was doing right in front of me. Nothing felt as hard as those abdominal muscles though, not even the steel weighted chains attached to her legs. “Thirty…”, she murmured and held herself up for a moment, with her huge pecs pressing on the bar from underneath. Her long erect nipples looking straight down, placed so lovely on the underside of her mammoth chest, gawd her pectorals were so big that they had an underside! Her breathing became harder and I thought that she might be finished, but she lowered herself again. In between louder feminine groans Cindy ordered to put more weight, making it 100 kilograms in total! Incredibly, she did more reps, her arms getting bigger, her huge back spreading wider with each torturous repetition. Cindy looked straight on me as she pumped out rep after sweat jerking rep! Grunting and sobbing, reaching the rep number 40. She panted and paused again. In disbelief I picked up the next 10 kg weighted balls but she shouted “No…”. Finally, this could not go on forever and even her extreme strengths and muscularity have limits. How wrong I was… What happened next made me fall to my knees again. Cindy gritted her teeth, looked up at the ceiling and I watched in awe as her legs began to move to the sides, bringing her body to a perfect hanging in the air split position! With 50 kilograms of extra weight attached to each ankle! When she did this impossible split, she starred back at me, the corners of her mouth lifted a bit and she flexed her pecs one after another, making them bounce and dance for me. Her body was a pure radiating lust. I could not tear my eyes away from her. All this extreme muscularity of this young beautiful girl was driving me crazy, I simply could not believe how could she be so strong. Her words brought me back from my trance: “Add… more… weight…”, again I obeyed, putting 10 more kilograms to each of her ankles. She just hung there. I thought now she is not able to lift herself with so much iron on her legs. Her voice hit me like a storm “More… put… more… ughhh…”. I added another weighted balls and then, not waiting for her respond, a pair more. Now she had 80 kilograms on each of her trembling legs! How could she keep them like that will I never know. Her body shaking but her hands were encircling the pull-up bar firm. Cindy looked me straight in the eye and whispered “I… can do… more … for… you…”. Her huge arms started the next set of pull-ups… Part 3 I focused on her arms and my jaw dropped down, her ripped-to-shreds biceps flexed, peaking and pumping up and this incredible young muscle girl began her next set of extremely weighted pull-ups! “Arrrghhhaaa…”, this was a sight to witness: rep after agonizing rep Cindy kept lifting herself up, her enormous pectorals touching the bar and sprinkling her sweat from their tops. Oh gawd, her chest was so big that it had a real shredded surface with canyons of striation, where her sweat was gathered in small lakes, created by cracks of ripped muscle fibres. “Forty-five… Forty-seven… Forty-nine…”, I counted silently watching these absurd efforts. When the rep number 50 was achieved with terrible slowness, Cindy looked me in the eye and began to uncurl her arms but then stopped at the half-way, locking herself in this half-pull-up position. In awe I watched all the aching bulges on her huge biceps, as she held herself like that with her face full of pain and determination. “Ughhhaaa… look…how… big… they are…”, the peaks of her biceps were directed straight at me and it seemed additional bulges appeared on them as she flexed even harder! Incredibly, her massive forearms pressed against her freaky biceps so much that I could almost hear a scratching sound as her monstrous biceps surged with mass! That was the sexiest sound in the world. Throbbing veins pressing out all over the insane mound of pulsating, rippling wall of muscle. Tears began to ran down Cindy’s cheeks as she went on holding all the weight in this excruciating form. Her thick, inhuman biceps swelled bigger as she gave all she could, crying with efforts. Her unyielding muscles pressing against each other. Her head came up and she whispered through pain “I want you… to add more weight… in… two minutes… nghaaaa…”, gawd, she was a girl obsessed with muscle torture. I started the timer and rushed to the free weights. At that moment her lust for more muscles has completely destroyed my reasonable thinking. I stopped at the huge stack of weighted metal chains, it was engraved “50-kg” on each of them. Cindy’s eyes lit up in lust and pleasure and I heard a guttural “YESSSS…, take them…”, escaping from her mouth. It took all my strength to drag couple of chains and gather them right under her shaking frame. When the 2-mintes mark arrived, I lifted the first one to hang it over her shaking left ankle, but to my shame I could only lift it halfway up, with about 30% of the chain still laying on the floor. “Ugg… I can’t, it is too heavy”, my mumbling came as an unpleasant confirmation of how much weaker my strength was compering to the young muscle goddess in front of me. “Grrruuuughhhaaa…!”, Cindy growled, made couple of short breaths, threw her head back and lowered her legs a bit, so I could attach the chain from the height I managed to lift it to. Quickly I did the same with her right ankle, marvelling her will power. When I stepped back, the young muscle princes screamed in effort and, impossibly, restored her previous air-split-position with her legs parallel to the floor, now with 130 kilograms attached to each leg!!! Seconds went by as Cindy groaned and squeezed the last reserves of strength out of her pulsating biceps, which seemed to grow even bigger! Rivers of sweat were running over her hot shredded body and dropping to the floor, creating a big wet spot. Still, she held herself there in that impossible half-pull-up position, veins splattered all over her physique. They pulsated across her chest, her abs, her biceps, cobra-like back and her wild-trembling legs. When I grabbed the next weighted chain Cindy moaned long, and hard. Her pecs looked like two huge blocks of striated beef without a millimetre of boob flesh. She had trenches running lengthwise, and pulsating veins crisscrossing in and out of her four-inches-deep pectoral-cleavage. Her traps were bulging, covered in veins. Her shoulders looked like oversized striated bowling balls. Under her colossal pectorals were the biggest abdominal muscles I have ever seen in my entire life. They were working and flexing non-stop for almost an hour to support the ever-increasing weight and Cindy was torturing them with no mercy, gawd knows how many millions of ab-exercises has she went through in order to reach such a definition as they jutted out like eight big oranges placed under her skin. Cindy noticed me starring in agape at her massive chest muscles and, as the timer was approaching 4-minute mark, she murmured with fire in her eyes “Uhhh… yessss… look at my pecs… I will show you… how hard… I trained them… for you…”, with that she started to flex her right pectoral. It bulged at the top, then the bulge slowly went all the way down to her nipple in a stunning display of muscle control. “Insane….”. She did the same with her left pec, this time licking her lower lip. What she did next, made my head shake slowly in disbelief. Cindy flexed her top two abdominal cubes and they got bigger, shinning in striated prominence even more. Then she released the flex, and flexed the second pair of stomach muscles. Then the third, and the fourth. Still hanging from the bar with her arms half-uncurled, this stunning display of muscle control made her whole ripped body shake like an autumn leaf, yet she was somehow willing to go on. Suddenly, Cindy began to groan louder and, in act of implausible muscle control spread her pectorals apart, enlarging her deep chest-cleavage in width. She turned her head to me scratching her chin over the man-shaming pecs and said “Please… put… the next chain… between my pecs… ughhh… faster…” Her voice was full of exhaustion. In awe I stood right at her, struggling to lift the heavy chain higher, and I failed again to lift it high enough no matter how hard I tried. Seeing this, Cindy roared, flexed all her body even more and, to my shock, let go of the bar with one hand!!! She took the end of the chain from me and placed it to be locked between her muscle-boobs! Then quickly she grasped the bar with two hands again. I marvelled at her as this feat has taken almost all of her remaining strengths, her colossal legs began to give up and loose the parallel to the floor form, her trembling worsened so much and her arms started to uncurl. More tears ran down her reddened face, which was full of pain and concentration. She opened her mouth but was really struggling to say something, in between desperately catching for breath “I’m… almost… at my… max… nghaaaa… hurts… so much… THIS… IS… FOR… YOU… NGHGHHGAAAAAArrghhhaaa…!!!” Cindy then flexed the top of her bulging pecs pressing harder on the metal chain creating addition bulges on top of her radiation pectorals! “AAAAARRGHhhh….!” The bulges moved slowly to the middle of her pecs, then down to the bottom of her pecs. Her veins pulsated all over her chest as her circulatory system struggled to carry blood to supply these additional flexes. Then she flexed the upper pair of her abs. And after each lower pair one after another manifested in extreme muscle explosion as they grew even bigger! There was the last pair of her 10-pack hidden under her black thongs. Cindy roared like an animal, looked me in the eye and, impossibly, flexed that last pair so much that they tore the thong material into shreds!!! Now she was flexing all of her muscle to the max, not willing to give up to the terrible weight attached to her. Cindy grunted and roared again, and flexed her glutes so hard I heard her skin was almost ripping apart, her pussy lips were flexing with more muscle mass, pencil sized veins were running over them bringing her to an insanely powerful orgasm! I was completely stunned and fainted in a state of endless cumming. When I returned to my senses Cindy was on the floor, laying in lake of her own sweat. Breathing heavily, she was dismounting the weights from her body. “You are unbelievable”, was all I could say. She only smiled a bit with the corners of her mouth, stood up and, still trembling from the crazy efforts, and went to the stack of dumbbells and free weights… Part 4 I marvelled at her unbelievable physique, but what really shocked me was her will to go on with the workout after all those gut-wrenching weighted pull-ups she has gone through. Looking at Cindy from the back, I could see extremely defined layers and layers of muscles, which were still chaotically trembling in a shamanic dance of muscle lust. Her traps were close to reach her head and deltoids so thick and shredded they belonged rather to a cartoon muscle girl from some fiction series rather than to a real person, yet to such a cute muscle beast she has turned herself into. Her dark hair hugged every curve of the overdeveloped traps, deltoids and some curls were trapped between muscle striations and bumps of her massive upper back. As my look went from her swollen traps there were two peaks, two deeply striated orbs of colossal size from which Cindy’s arms extended. I tried to think of them as shoulders but freakishly shredded cannonballs seemed to be more appropriate to say. They were full of pulsating vascularity after all the weighted pull-ups of today. She was still breathing heavily and her stroll wasn’t steady. Silently watching her movements, I realized, there wasn’t a single soft spot in her body under the thin layer of hot, feminine skin. She was rock-hard, everywhere. With her killer body she made me drowning in an ocean of young girl’s bulging muscles. Hypnotizingly shaking my head from side to side, I watched her curvy hips radiate with power in unison with her huge, bumpy back, giving her an exaggerated hourglass figure. And that alongside with Cindy’s wildly thick V-shape, with its protruding abs, exploding obliques and web of overflowing veins going all the way down to her pussy, which was as well bursting with muscles! Her brick wall of three-inch-thick abdominal muscles was still vibrating and contracting after all the weight she has supported on the outstretched legs. Cindy’s butt was formed by grotesquely overdeveloped gluteal muscles, perking up as if pulled to the ceiling by some invisible wires. Its bulging round shapes pushed outward with hills and valleys of striations. I couldn’t imagine how hard should one workout in order to reach such an alien muscularity in what originally had to be a cute soft feminine butt! Her glutes where shredded like pumpkins, and their striations were cut so deep they audibly fought with each other for space as she walked. Not knowing what does she actually have in mind, I followed her. Change of the viewing angle allowed me to admire her outstanding body more from the frontside again. Cindy’s brutally ripped over-muscled legs were full of deep vibrating she-beef. Her super-thick hamstrings bulged with every step, as if trying to get as massive as her prodigious butt. Each head of her volcanic quadriceps exploded out and boxed each other, pencil-thick veins created a map of insane vascularity on them. Again, I thought of these legs being spread in a perfect 180-degree air-split, supporting 130 kilograms attached to each of her ankles, how could she be so strong and so hardcore ripped?! Cindy stopped at the huge stack full of free weights, chains, plates, dumbbells and some weird piston-like objects of diverse diameter. Right above it all was another bar for pull-ups attached to the ceiling with heavy metal bolts. She turned to me, her huge thighs shaking and scratching each, drowning in a sea of exhausted but roaring muscles, her knees were pretty much covered by the mass of sheer feminine thigh-power. Her diamond-shaped massive calves were bulging at each other, splashed with a network of veins and deep striations and throbbing at her smallest motion. Cindy was so ripped and tight all over, that even the slightest movement made her whole body of over-developed muscles twitch and pulse, bulge and throb. She was so pumped after her torturous workout that they all rubbed against each other. As her breathing stabilized, she looked me in the eye and whispered “Do you like… what you see…?”. I could only awkwardly nod with my head, admiring her body. “Good… because I have… more for you…”, with that the young muscle goddess moaned and flexed her chest. I saw her pectorals jumping to action and, incredibly, started to get even bigger, expending in size and definition! “Ohhh… yesssss…”, my mouth dropped open at the sight of Cindy’s pecs solidifying with more muscle mass. Then she flexed her left muscle-boob. The muscle striations bulged, protruding her pectoral forward and to the left. She then did the same to her right one. The pectoral bulged as well, shooting itself forward and to the right. I could not say a word, watching her chest transform into something so huge and ripped that would put any muscle admirer into a state of continuous nirvana. It was clear that such a hardcore flexing was taking a lot of energy out of her already deadly exhausted body. I could tell that by just looking at her face, which reddened and contorted, and yet was full of bizarre pleasure and pain emotions. “Ughhhaa… Nghaaarr...”, she gritted her teeth, groaned, and flexed harder. Her pec muscles exploded more, scratching over the mighty flesh oh her massive biceps and turning into two huge, striated blocks of angular mass. “Oh… my… gawd…”, I gagged, watching this insane muscle explosion. “Mhaaaaaawwww…!”, Cindy cried and started to bounce her beefy man-shaming pecs up and down. Then she licked her lips and whispered, catching her breath, “I’m glad… you like… how hardcore I am… I want to do something… ughhh… you might enjoy as well… nghaa…”. Cindy finished to hold her insane flex. She reached to the stack of weights, grabbed two 40-kg dumbbells and placed them together on the floor beneath. Sure, they were massive, but looking at her bulging biceps and knowing what she has just performed hanging from that pull-up bar I thought to myself they won’t give her much of a challenge. A bit disappointed, yet I had to admit that her muscles got really tired and the pure thing she was willing to carry on the training despite the level of fatigue was already enough to admire her will and stamina. I wondered when Cindy picked up a heavily reinforced 20-kg chain and encircled with it the two dumbbells, creating one solid peace of weight, 100 kilograms in total. My eyebrows went up as she turned to the shelf with piston-like steel cylinders and grasped one which had to be 18 inches long and about 3,5 inches at its girth. There was a mark “10-kg” printed on it and at the bottom I noticed a small metal hook. Cindy straightened right in front of me and spread her massive legs, shaking her huge quadriceps. I gulped in shock, watching all the fat veins pulsating over the insides of her shredded thighs. She crunched her abs, which exploded into a 10-pack of agonizingly ripe-orange-sized orbs, smashed on each side by striated serratus and obliques. “Ughh… so… hard… hurts… so… good… nhaaa…”, she held the flex, moaning slowly, and started to jerk the piston-like cylinder in her hands. Those shredded abs-bulges grew in size and mass and as her cunt juices began to ran over her colossal inner thighs, it occurred to me: all these steel-pistons were nothing else but her huge and heavy dildos! This hit me like a storm. “Yessss… look at them… more… muscles… harder… ugghhh…”, meanwhile Cindy’s waist expanded more due to the increasing girth of her insanely muscled abdominal wall!! She started to produce deep guttural sounds and all my attention took her giant muscular cunt, which she was flexing hard now and pumping more blood into it by the asparagus-thick veins, which her huge abs blocks were covered with. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, the brutal muscularity of her most feminine organ almost made me faint. But what happened next has blown me out of my feet. “Watch… this… Grhaaa...!!”, Cindy groaned loud and slid the tip of the 3,5-inch thick steel cylinder against her pussy lips, grunting constantly as she forced the huge and heavy object further between those meaty, muscular lips of her cunt. I fell to the floor, witnessing this bizarre scene, as she cried in pleasure. Cindy stopped feeding that 10-kg fuck-toy into herself at about 7 inches inside. Then she let go of the steel dildo with her hands, it didn’t slide out, firmly engulfed by the inner muscles of her vagina, and stepped to the prepared weight of two 40-kg dumbbells and 20-kg chain. Squatting a bit, she connected the hook of the cylinder to the chain, put her hands on her hips and looked me in the eyes, licking her upper lip. “Ughhh… I think… you might… like this…!”, more veins puffed up all around her mid-section, striations deepened on her thighs and down her ripped abs cubes. She stood still in that half-squatted position with her teeth gritted and flexed hard her swollen cunt! I watched in awe as 100 kilograms of the weight began to leave the floor!!! That thick piston-like dildo slowly sank deeper into her pussy, pulled up by the sheer power of her ultra-muscular cunt!!! Cindy closed her eyes and moaned “Uuhhh… yesss… sooo… heavy… oohh… I can feel it… ahh… I want it… deeeeeper…!”, with that she ran her hands sensually over her thick, striated pecs and her bulging abdominal blocks. The dildo sank to 10 inches into her greedy cunt and was advancing more! Gawd, she has just lifted over 100 kilograms just by her vaginal muscles! Her face contorted and started to redden more. Her whole frame began to shake, suddenly she looked at me and murmured “I’ve trained my pussy… so hard for you… ughhh… hope you’re ready… for the show…”, she licked her lips again, her face showing signs of incredible efforts, yet her beautiful eyes on fire and full of sexual lust. My eyes almost popped out when I watched her straightening her legs, dragging up the whole weight. Bunches of the thickest veins started to unite around her muscular cunt, as Cindy let out a long, slow moan. “Fuck… Yessss… so much weight… ughhh… c’mon girl…!”, she moaned, then placed her right hand to caress the new appearing bulge on her muscle belly, which clearly indicate the progress of that impossibly thick fuck-toy she was pulling deeper into her insatiable pussy. Her abs cubes sprang into even more obscure definition. When about 14 inches where inside, she moaned, “Moooore…”, and crunched down, sending wave after wave of muscle toward her radiating cunt, sucking the steel dildo even deeper! The two heavy dumbbells scratching over her shredded thighs, going higher as well. With only 2 inches of that insane toy left outside, Cindy jumped to the pull-up bar and grasped it with both hands, lifting her legs and spreading them to the sides. Breathing heavily, she turned her face in pain to me and whispered “This is… what I call… a real workout…Ghaaaa…!” The inner muscles of her cunt held the steel fuck-toy tight and deep in her. I watched in disbelief as her mighty pussy flexed and bulge even more when she began her next set of pull-ups… To be continued... Check for more stories at www.patreon.com/foker and https://www.deviantart.com/foker/gallery 2 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ro20316 Posted May 28, 2020 Share Posted May 28, 2020 FFFuck man! This was so amazingly done and im glad it's not over. That last part wa incredible Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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