In Love with Muscle           Musclefan UK

 

This is a story based partly on my own real life experience, although much of it is made up and is more like my personal fantasy J

 

I had been dating my girlfriend for almost 3 years. She was a little younger than me. I was 26, she just 22. She was a pretty thing, medium length brown hair, and very cute face. I loved her to bits and wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. She was perfect, well almost perfect. Ever since I remember, I had been fascinated with strong, muscular girls. I think the first time I noticed was in school. Year 10 I think, or maybe year 9, there was a girl named Debbie. She was a ‘jock’, one of the lads. I remember her playing soccer with the boys. Only thing was, she wasn’t your typical tomboy, she had long blond hair and was absolutely gorgeous. She and I were good mates. I may have even asked her out once, I forget now. Anyway, I remember thinking that she was sexy, not just because of her looks, but also the fact that she seemed strong. It didn’t jump up and bite me on the nose, but I remember thinking there was something sexy about it. Anyway, it was in a maths lesson. The teacher had not turned up on time and a couple of boys at the front were arm wrestling. Debbie was sat at the back just across from me. She threw back her hair and marched up to the boys. Without warning, she demanded to join in, and proceeded to arm wrestle the bigger boy. Dave I think was his name.  The two locked up arms, and I remember being captivated by it. I moved forward for a closer look. Dave was a big lad, bigger than Debs, but he couldn’t move her back. The noise was electric as Debbie began to strain and push Dave’s arm back. She was not only winning, but was in complete control. The cheers from the class must have stirred next door as Mr. Hawkins came bursting in just as Debbie slammed Dave’s hand to the desk. Obviously Dave claimed he gave up due to Mr. Hawkins, but we all knew Debbie had beaten him. As the class moved back to the seats, it was then that I noticed. I noticed I had a hard on. I had hard on’s a lot at this age; thinking about the hot TV stars of the time (Linda Carter and Heather Locklear), but this was different. It was not the hot looks that turned me on; I saw Debbie everyday with no such effect. It was the display of strength. And I was aware of this for the first time.

 

 As the months went by, I began to notice it more and more. We used to go to the local gym at lunchtimes. My mate’s dad worked there, so we went to play pool. In the poolroom were the selection of ‘musclemags’.  My mates looked dreaming of having the physique of Gary Strydon, or Lou Ferrigno, but I looked to get turned on by the few articles on the female bodybuilders. I didn’t care for their names, or even their faces, just their gorgeous, bulging muscles.

 

 It was about that time that Gladiators came onto UK TV. Apart from the rare bodybuilding shows on Eurosport, this was the first ever airing of female muscle on the small screen. Many a time I would jerk off to the Eurosport competitions, but more often, the programme would focus on the guys (not my cup of tea), and even more often, when the women WERE on, my parents would be home and I couldn’t even watch it. The few times I did watch it in their presence, I would get the fatherly comments of ‘I wouldn’t argue with her’ or my moms, ‘she looks like a man, that’s awful’. They didn’t understand. I thought nobody did. The Gladiators then was my answer. Good family entertainment that I could watch without looking as though I was perving. Scorpio, Panther, Lightening, Falcon and the others. Muscles galore, and not only that, they were grabbing, pulling and wrestling other female contenders. I was in heaven for 50 minutes every Saturday.

 

My infatuation with female muscle obviously wasn’t a shared passion by the UK public. The ratings of Gladiators dropped and the show vanished. My weekly fill of female muscle was gone. That’s when I found the Internet. I was 19 or 20 and my mate showed me the net. For a while it was just a study tool. Then it was a chat room, a means of chatting with folk all over the globe. And then, I got an idea. Maybe, just maybe, some other weird folk loved females with muscles too. I went into the library at Uni. I checked that nobody could see my monitor and I trembled as I typed into the search engine…’female muscle’. I expected maybe one or two sites to come up for the obscure search, built to my amazement, the screen was filled. Hundreds of sites with those two keywords in the title. I wasn’t alone; there were other fans like myself. I clicked on one. A photo of a woman bodybuilder filled my screen. I did very little for me. I tried another. More like it, a good looking lady doing a bicep pose. It was nice. I then clicked on female physique links. Thousands of websites were listed. There was a small photo in the top corner and I looked at it. I felt an erection immediately growing. I suddenly got paranoid and logged off. What if someone at Uni could check my sites? I went home. I was worried, but still eager to go back. I waited all of 2 hours before going back. It was late evening, the library was very quiet. I logged on and searched. It took ages to find the site again, and this time I was daring, I made a bookmark. I decided that the pictures were ok, but as some were semi nude, I risked being kicked out, so I decided to have a look at the stories section. This was safe. Even if someone passed by my PC, unless they really looked hard, they wouldn’t know what I was looking at. I tried one site, bit shit. And another, no better. I was about to give up when I decided to try the next one down. Maks female muscle stories. I clicked on the main feature, a story by the site host. It had drawings too. I became hard as I read down the page. This was amazing. Mere words were reducing me to a shivering wreck. The more I read, the harder I got. I was getting well into it when I noticed I was starting to make a slight mess in my pants. I logged off. I had found my heaven online.

 

As the years passed by, I visited the various sites all the time. Even ventured out and purchased a video or two of the female muscle variety. In the years that went by, I longed for female muscle in reality. The closest I came was in a nightclub. There was girl of about 22-25, obviously a builder by the size of her showing arms. I danced with her for half an hour or so before she politely told me to ‘fuck off’.  I also had a one-night stand once with a girl who flexed spontaneously. Not defined, but bloody big biceps. I wanted so much for her to use them on me, but she didn’t and I hadn’t the courage to ask for an arm wrestle or anything more adventurous. By the time I reached 23, I had given up on meeting the bodybuilder of my dreams, and settled on the cute looking Kelly. She was a baby face, very soft and cuddly, as far as possible from the hard body I dreamed of. I loved her though and we became soul mates. This takes me back to the start of the story.

 

We had been dating for almost 3 years. Several times I had kind of mentioned my love for muscles, but it fell on deaf ears. She seemed to hate the muscle look on men or women, and I didn’t want to push it. Many women would run a mile if they heard my fantasies. Having dated for 3 years, we were about to undergo a very testing time. I had a good job offer but it was 250 miles from home. If it came down to it, I would have turned it down. I loved Kelly and to hell with extra money. It meant nothing without her. She agreed to move too though, but only once her course was competed at college. It meant 6 months apart with us only seeing each other every 2 weeks or so.

 

With one thing or another cropping up on alternate Saturdays, we went through the entire month of November without seeing each other at all. Sure, we spoke every day by phone, but we just didn’t get any time together. I decided to miss the staff social and go up to see her the first week of December. One of us had to make the sacrifice, as it was now 6 whole weeks since we last saw each other. As I arrived at her house, I hid the large bunch of flowers behind my back. As she opened the door, we had a massive hug, then once inside a long passionate kiss. We talked and talked for the next half hour or so. Kelly was obviously pleased to see me, but something seemed unusual, she wasn’t quite herself. I kept thinking she was about to tell me something important, but nothing came from her lips. She seemed almost excited about something.

 

Just as we were about to sit down to lunch, Kelly finally broke her silence on her secret matter.

“This might sound really odd” she said, “but would you arm wrestle me?”

I nearly fell off my chair. “What?” I replied. I was already getting hard at the thought, but I wanted to play it cool, and not give away my longing for female strength.

“Have me an arm wrestle?” she said again

“Erm, why?” I asked

Kelly seemed to go all embarrassed, “sorry, if it’s such a big deal, just forget it”

“No!” I almost shouted. “I will arm wrestle you” I agreed

“I know you will win easily” she said, “but just humor me”

I was excited but also very curious. This was way out of character for Kelly.

We locked up on the breakfast bar. Kelly had a strong grip, but that was nothing new. As we both started the match, we both smiled as I put little effort in. Kelly was straining and I was holding her steady. I kept us level for about 30 seconds, and then decided that it was time to end this. I tried to push her arm back, but to my shock, I wasn’t able to. I gave it a little more effort and again, no motion. I began to strain; it was obvious as Kelly let out a giggle. I gave a grunt and moved her back a little, but still, I didn’t move her back too far.

“Struggling eh” joked Kelly. I didn’t respond, I channeled all my energy into the match. Suddenly, Kelly began to groan as she was obviously giving her full power now. My arm began to buckle. Kelly laughed; my face must have been one of total horror. Kelly let out a loud grunt as she moved me back further. In sheer panic I let out a groan of my own, I was hanging on for dear life. My fantasy was to have a strong girlfriend, but the reality of the situation scared me to death. After 4 minutes of solid, static action, I gave one final surge. It was my last energy. Kelly let out a squeal and her arm collapsed and I was the victor.

I rubbed my arm, it was burning. “What the fuck have you been doing Kelly?” I asked in shock

“Nothing, why, you think I am strong?” she replied

“Nothing, my ass, you almost beat me, your really strong”

“Ha Ha, your girlfriend almost beat you. Wanna go again:” she said

I declined.

“What’s wrong, scared I may win?”

“No, I just beat you once, my arm aches” I said

“Feeble excuse, my arm aches too. Come on”

I went along with it. The match followed a similar pattern, only this time; it was my arm that tired quickest. It was me who was groaning and straining, while Kelly was laughing, seemingly with energy to spare. I could do nothing, as slowly she edged my hand down to the tabletop and shouted in glee as she won.

“Told you I was aching,” I quickly snapped

“Best out of three” she shouted

“Come on Kelly. I proved I am stronger than you, this is not a test of strength anymore, its about who is not tired”.

Kelly agreed to ‘call it a draw’. She refused to accept that she has been working out, nor would she flex when I asked. I still felt she was hiding something.

It would be 2 whole weeks until we met again. I knew she would want to arm wrestle again, so I decided to visit the sports store on the Monday, and buy some weights. Forget the routines, I was going to be working heavy duty on my arms. I would wipe the smile off her face.

 

Every evening I got my weights out and worked hard on my arms. Curls, reverse curls, any way I could, I wanted to strengthen every muscle in my arms. While I lifted, I dreamed of what had happened. Why was I so scared? For years I had dreamed of this, yet when it came to it, I was scared. I couldn’t handle the reality of having a stronger girlfriend. What if she laughed? What if she dumped me? What if she told everyone she was stronger? If I knew she would be cool, and kept it to herself, then I could pack the weights away and submit to her. But I couldn’t be sure, so I couldn’t allow it to happen. Not now, maybe in a few years, but not now.

 

 The two weeks flew by. I only missed two days of my training. As I set off to pick her up from the train station, I flexed at the hall mirror. Yes, you could tell I had been lifting. I looked quite strong I laughed to myself. As I drove, I imagined how disappointed she would be. She would be expecting a close match but I was going to blow her away. We kissed on the platform and drove back to my place. I decided not to mention my lifting, but would shock her later on.

 

After dinner I decided the time was right. I moved away the plates and put my arm up on the table top. “Ready for our rematch?” I asked.

“Thought you were scared of me?” she joked

“Not at all, come on babe”

Kelly smiled, “I hope you haven’t been training”

I shook my head as we linked hands.

“GO!” I shouted

I smiled as Kelly pushed back at my hand. I was comfortably holding her steady. I tested a little but couldn’t push her back, so I decided to hold her steady, wait for her to tire, then blam, I would slam her down. We held position for well over a minute. I decided the time was right to unleash my new muscles on her, and began to push. She began to laugh. I pushed harder, still not able to move her back. Suddenly Kelly began to laugh. “Tactics not working eh?” she laughed. My head ran into panic. She was using tactics too. I gave a surge, again, she held solid, then with a smile on her face, she began to steadily push me back. I shook my head and gritted my teeth. I gave a heave, but could not stop the movement by Kelly. Within 30 seconds, I had gone from total confidence to utter dismay. I could not stop her motion and found my hand slammed hard to the table top. She let out a massive cheer. I put my head to the table. “

I can’t believe it. Your stronger than me” I admitted.

“Yes I am, must be very embarrassing, me being a girl and all” she joked

“But how, you must have been working out?” I asked

“Nope, but you have right?” she joked again

She then put up her hand for a re-match.

“Come on” I said, “What’s the point, I am pathetic, you don’t even exercise and you can beat me”

She hugged me and told me she still loved me. We went into the lounge to watch a movie.

 

I was not really into the film; I was still spinning about how she had got so strong.

Kelly noticed me pondering, and suggested another arm wrestle.

“Look Kelly, you are younger than me, you’re a girl and you can still beat me. I am a joke, please don’t embarrass me anymore” I pleaded.

Kelly had been enjoying her few hours of superiority, but suddenly she seemed to get an attack of conscience.

“OK, close your eyes” she said

“Why?”

“Just do it” she demanded, so I did

When I was told to open them, Kelly had her sleeve rolled up, and was doing a bicep flex. My jaw dropped.

“Fucking hell, but, but you don’t lift?” I said

“Actually, I have been lifting for the past 4 weeks, still not bad for 4 weeks work”

This was a rock solid peak on her slender arm. I leaned over and felt it; it was harder than it looked if that was possible.

My mouth failed me, “but how, how I mean erm how”

Kelly just laughed, “not bad eh?”

I asked if she was serious about only lifting for 4 weeks, she was.

“You’re a natural Kelly, you build muscle so fast. No wonder you are stronger than me”

Kelly just smiled

“So, you going to dump me?” I asked

“Of course not, though some things will change” she said

“Like what?” I asked, fearing the worst

“Well, I will get to choose when and how we have sex, and I am going to arm wrestle you all the time, just to show you I am still stronger than you”

I nodded.

“And no, before you ask, I won’t tell anyone, though I hope we never get into a conversation in the pub about arm wrestling”

I smiled. This was fine by me.