Winter's pursuit of female muscle triggers unprecedented growth. But she's caught in the crosshairs of a major tech acquisition with perplexing, mysterious and increasingly dangerous complications. Can an impossibly beautiful woman devote herself...
Winter stood in the dimly lit hallway of her x-husbands ostentatious home. Braless, dressed in an impossibly tight black tank top and jet black leggings, her physique cut through the darkness with impossible lines and curves. Her breasts filled and stretched the tank top with gravitationally unreasonable perkiness. It was just a bit chilly, and her chest was punctuated by taut erect nipples that seemed ready to pierce the tight fabric. Absent the extra fat padding of her last horrific betrayal in the mansion a year prior, faint outlines of abs above a narrow waist echoed the rest of her toned, if not massive, physique.
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Winter tried to turn from her back to her side. Her legs throbbed and pulsed in pain. What have I done, she groaned. Trying not to move a muscle, she shifted her body weight towards the end of the bed, dropping her body slowly, carefully to the ground. As her feet hit the floor, a ripple of pain crescendoed up her frame from her toes, every muscle fiber seemed to pulse with throbbing soreness.
"Oh. my. god." she cringed, whispering to herself. Maybe she had pushed too hard, every attempt to move her legs rang alarm bells. Winter sat on the ground, hunching forward and resting her naked torso on her knees. Remembering Jackson's suggestion, even in the midst of throbbing pain, she rolled her shoulders back. Her boobs stood firm and powerful. She allowed them to rest their heft on her knees as she caught her breath. It was going to take time but she was committed to strengthening her body to handle the natural weight of her chest with her own muscular evolution. Had to start somewhere. Despite the shocking pain, she burst out laughing. How had she gotten here. Nonetheless, here she was, in the same tired studio apartment that felt like a trap for a decade. Divorced from a billionaire with hardly a penny to her name. And now, her own body refused to let her get to the bathroom.
Was it pain she felt though? Oh for sure... but why then did it feel so... oh it felt so good. She felt alive, pulsing in the satisfaction of strain and muscle building torture. She started to crawl towards the restroom both wincing and reveling in the pain coursing through her legs. It was a long trek but finally she made it to the bathroom and back to bed, pulled herself up, and fell dreamlessly asleep again with a smile.
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Her alarm must have been wailing for hours when she finally peeled her eyes open. Sun squinted through the blinds. Work!!! She thought, grabbing at her phone. Several message alerts popped up. She swiveled her legs to the side of the bed moderately surprised that the pain had somewhat subsided from the middle of the night. The sharp pain had been replaced by a pulsing ache. Her legs shook with exhaustion as she stood up.
Without hesitation, Winter swiped her phone on and called work reporting sick. The day was hers.
Winter looked around the studio. Having moved just a month previously, the small space was littered with reminders of Phil. Not least of which were half drunk bottles of booze, countless packaged processed snacks and stale bags of potato chips. Had she really allowed herself to live in a thankless husband's pigsty? Winter was meticulously clean but an exhausting work schedule, commute and her husband's insensitivity hadn't allowed her to keep ahead of the mess. The rest of the morning was spent carting junk and cleansing all reminders of her former life.
A clean apartment was a breath of fresh air, the only thing remaining was her x's massive monitor still flashing a screen saver on the desk. What was his password again? Well if he hadn't changed it... she tapped at the keyboard and the screen saver flickered away. In the bottom right corner she spotted a random out-of-place folder. "muscle." It read, all in lowercase. Double clicking pulled up a file folder thousands of entries deep. Videos, pictures, audio files... one titled "ultimate upper body pull routine" stood out. She double clicked and an ultra high definition video shot to the front of the screen.
A stunning woman stood arms on hips. She wore only a thin strapped white sports bra and tight white leggings. Powerful rippling arms led to boulder shoulders and defined prominent traps. The subtle feminine contours of her breasts met flawlessly with powerful ripping muscles underneath. Her abs softly rose and fell with each inhale and exhale. At once defined and impregnable, the next softened and expectant of her next breath. They narrowed, tapering, before v'ing well beneath her belly button, diving underneath her white leggings that stretched just barely high enough. Despite the tight spandex the pronounced definition of her abdominal v created shadows and gaps trying to cover the necessities. The white fabric had an impossible job as it stretched from lower hip over several inches of air before pronounced lower abs tented the fabric, sending it back like a ski lift to the opposing hip. The effect drew Winter's eyes towards the woman's barely covered labium. Winter's heart skipped a beat. Her finger tips tingled and flinched in involuntary expectation. Her mouth started watering as her tongue rhythmically massaged the top of her mouth, beckoning, desiring. She could almost feel the hard ridge of the goddesses lower abs as her mind traced down the woman's deep abdominal creases and imagined pulling the white leggings just a little lower to expose the naked perfection hidden below. It was the picture of purest feminine beauty. The white leggings offered little resistance to the rest of her frame either, as her legs rippled and flexed. Countless minor river tributaries of muscle plunged down to a powerful teardrop quad.
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Mesmerized, Winter watched as the woman walked the viewer through her entire upper body "pull" routine. Just as Jackson had suggested, she used each rep's eccentric movement to hold perfect form on a slow multi-second count. As the credits blackened the video, Winter snapped herself out of a daze. She had known it all along, why had it taken so long for her to accept it. Phil wasn't revolted by muscle. Hardly. He reveled in it, admired it, he literally worshiped it in secret. He just hadn't had the, what, the courage to admit it?
Winter ground her teeth. Phil had been enthralled by muscle but a pitifully afraid crowd follower. He had the guts to jack off in private to muscle bound sensuality while she waited for him naked on their bed. And the audacity to deny it in the same breath. He had had the confidence to rip her heart out in divorce, leaving her nothing but refused to accept his god given attractions. She ripped the screen from the wall and tossed it towards the door. Shaking in fury, legs aching in pain, Winter grabbed her keys. Hate isn't helpful she thought to herself as she slammed the door shut. She was headed to the gym.
