With a grunt, Trisha pumped her formidable bicep to a size it had never had before: more than 18 inches. It was crisscrossed by bigger and smaller veins. She roared. “O yes! I love my big muscles! I love being massive!” If you are planning to go anywhere with your Mary stories, and i bet you do have more to tell, you ought to look into copywriting atleast some of them. No matter what, just keep them coming. And put them here FIRST instead of with DTV. >

Kate, your are not for real, these are fantasies from a man, no harm in that but I don't believe what you write The idea that I was too big to be sexy to men was so deeply ingrained in my head that this myth was probably the most powerful one that got debunked from my CrossFit experiences. The story ends with not just a single twist to it. This makes me wonder about what the possible sequel would do (as a situation with no easy solutions has presented itself as the end). G7bzUu You can certainly see your enthusiasm within the work you write. The sector hopes for even more passionate writers like you who aren at afraid to say how they believe. All the time follow your heart. And yes, Lea was my younger sister. Some time ago I’ve decided to join her occasionally in her trainings. I was impressed by her strength and stamina starting from our very first joint sessions. And she was only 18 years old! Being myself two years older than her, I wanted to lead a key role in our trainings, in sense of defining the amount of weight, repetitions, exercise techniques, etc. However, it did not go well as she has already been pretty well skilled in workout topics, usually giving me useful advises from her side.I labelled this story with 'female muscle growth' but I am not quiet sure if that is appropriate. Sure, Trisha's muscles are growing, but in most fmg stories this growth takes place in a matter of hours, sometimes even seconds. While in this story, Trisha's muscles take years to grow. marko, I really enjoyed your story. Petra sounds like a real tiny powerhouse! I have a story as well. Me and my bf have been at a party a couple of weeks ago. Since it was summer here I was dressed a little revealing. In addition, I had a good workout just before, so my muscles were pretty pumped. Everybody on that party complimented my body. I even saw a couple of guys staring in envy at me, and probably fantasising. The party was really fun and relaxed. I was hanging with the girls and one of them commented that I look stronger and more muscular than all the guys present, which was probably true. She said she works out regularly and she was trying to add more muscle, but was unable due to genetics. Still she looked pretty fit herself. She did not have the big muscles like I did, but had very defined arms, and with every little movement her bicep jumped out. She suggested to have a little armwrestling competition. She said it would be funny to see a girl beat all the guys in armwrestling. And so we announced our idea and it was instantly clear that most of the guys were not satisfied with the idea. They were apparently intimidated by me and they did not want to lose against a girl, especially in front of all this crowd and their wiwes. On the other hand, women were intrigued and had nothing to lose. So we began the competition on the sturdy kitchen table. I had 5 challengers, the strongest looking guys in the room. I won comfortably all 5 matches. The girls cheered along and enjoyed the humiliation I inflicted on their boyfriends. The guys took it sullenly and withdrew into the snooker room to have fun on their own. Clearly their male egos were shattered. I was their hero and they wanted to have a try against me. I armwrestled the fit looking girl who gave the idea of aw competition in the first place, and I was surprised to see that she was able to give me some challenge. I had to use almost all my strength to get her down. She was really strong, stronger than all of the guys. I told her that and she seemed ecstatic. I tried armwrestle other girls too, and I can honestly say that most of them offered me more resistance than the guys. We discussed at legth about it, and some of them were eager to start pumping iron. It was an incredible experience for all of us girls. After that, I had no doubt in my mind that female is actually the stronger sex. My perspective changed when I got into functional fitness and started competing in CrossFit. Though I no longer have any interest in crushing myself for time a la CrossFit anymore, I will always be thankful for the lessons the sport taught me. Specifically, how it changed the way I perceived having muscles and building strength. grunting, hard breathing, moaning, plus creaking metal sound effects – about 5-6 seconds’ worth – end with a “Yes!”) (hard breathing, turned on and impressed) “Oh…wow…that felt so good!” bFtzlY It's onerous to search out knowledgeable folks on this matter, however you sound like you understand what you're talking about! Thanks

If the girl train in a totally natural way (even without supplements, only with healthy food), I could appreciate her gains. There is something I wanted to talk about, muscle girl.” He walked into the office rooms and returned with a flyer. “In October, there will be the annual state bodybuilding championship, and this year, it will be held in the city thirty miles from here. What do you think?”

袁合荣-Yuan Herong

Stargirl has spent her whole life looking up at the other members of the Justice Society. But after a sudden growth spurt leaves her old superhero crush, the massive 7'6"Atom-Smasher, eye-level with her stomach, small enough to get lost in her cleavage, and barely strong enough to lift her warm-up weights, Stargirl awakens a hunger and lust powerful enough to outmatch her new godlike size and strength. But power comes with a price, and one way or another, Stargirl is going to take what she wants - even if satisfying her urges means crushing her partners beneath her brawny grasp.