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Flexy Romance
(Story: Arnold Ziffel @arnoldziffel1, Artwork: Tan Yk @tanyk)

She was a blonde. A blonde to make blind man blink. You could almost hear the creaking of fabric strained against all the stiffening cocks. It was not just a bunch of the dudes; some of the girls got all nippily and excited around her, too. It was like she was royal, the uber-babe of all babes, and her fans were bowing before her. With a rather apologetic smile, she re-stacked her heavy textbook pile on one steel ingot of a forearm. Shoulders worthy of a fullback were exposed in her sleeveless, short-waisted hoodie. It left her taut stomach half exposed, flat as concrete and apparently just as hard. She had thickly cabled columns of bulging muscle shapes on teardrop thighs that could squeeze me into the next life, petite knees and then calves that must have been 20 inches if they did not snap the tape wrapped around them. The quintessential hottie. This could be the one I hadd been looking for. 'Are you okay, Trish?' an XXXL beef-o-saurus yelled, glaring at me like a German Shepherd on guard duty.

An IFBB Visitor 3
(Artist: Athena2)

Karl has called a bodybuilder for a session, but they don't agree on the terms of the session. Who do you think will prevail? In fact, poor Karl is like a puppet in Jana's arms, he's so small! So he will end his session, willingly or not... Jana is an awesome german bodybuilder, with 85kg and 171cm, 43cm biceps, and 66cm thighs. And she's cut, almost ripped! If you like a big female muscle, you will love her.

An IFBB Visitor 2
(Artist: Athena2)

Karl has called a bodybuilder for a session, but they don't agree on the terms of the session. Who do you think will prevail? In fact, poor Karl is like a puppet in Jana's arms, he's so small! So he will end his session, willingly or not... Jana is an awesome german bodybuilder, with 85kg and 171cm, 43cm biceps, and 66cm thighs. And she's cut, almost ripped! If you like a big female muscle, you will love her.

An IFBB Visitor 1
(Artist: Athena2)

Karl has called a bodybuilder for a session, but they don't agree on the terms of the session. Who do you think will prevail? In fact, poor Karl is like a puppet in Jana's arms, he's so small! So he will end his session, willingly or not... Jana is an awesome german bodybuilder, with 85kg and 171cm, 43cm biceps, and 66cm thighs. And she's cut, almost ripped! If you like a big female muscle, you will love her.

Respect all, fear nun - part six
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Respect all, fear nun - part six We use 100 pound weights, because if you only use 50s, you get a very crowded bar. Hilde had four on each side, so she was pushing 800 pounds steadily up and down. And then I realised. She had meant kilograms, I did a quick calculation in my head - double it and add ten per cent, and the 450 came to - oh my giddy aunt! "Nine ninety," I told Nora, "she's topping out at 990 pounds. Not even you can do that." "Eight twenty is my current best clean and jerk," she said, "she's pushing a thousand." A thousand pounds, of course, is the hope and prayer of every St Hilda's nun. It's a nice round number - five disks on each side of the bar. Nora eyed her enviously. "I wonder what they use instead of Septadecaherbis", she mused, "and whether I can try it?" "Ask her," I grumped. Nora grabbed my rosary after compline. "We need to talk," she said, and showed me a small bottle. "What is it?" I asked, curiously. "She calls it Siebzehnkraut," Nora said. I sniffed it cautiously, it didn't smell like Septadecaherbis. "I'm going to try it," Nora announced. "Nora! You shouldn't! You don't know how it will react with you." Nora shook her head, and said "990 pounds. I'm so there." A week went by. Pray and lift, pray and lift. We were happy, the offsprings were happy and the dogs were ecstatic - it doesn't take much to make a dog happy. Nora was dosing on Siebzehnkraut, and I was measuring her biceps every day. By the end of the week, she'd put on half an inch to 26 1/2, and her bench press had gone from 670 to 710. It looked like Siebzehnkraut was the real McCoy. I talked to Hilde. "Can we get more of your Siebzehnkraut?" I asked bluntly. "Ab naturlich," she smiled. "I will der mutterhaus schreiben." Well, that was easy. I thought I'd have to twist her arm a bit to get her agreement, and I was pretty sure that her arm was much too big for me to twist. And while we were waiting for the package from Germany to arrive, Hilde shared her own supplies with it.