I didnt consciously want to become a female bodybuilder, but maybe subconsciously I did. I was always athletic with a great, slim body, but I longed for some decent muscle tone and abs. Friends said I looked like Debbie Moore and they envied my fit bod, but I knew I could do better. I hired a personal trainer and she had me doing loads of cardio and resistance training in order to sculpture a lean, muscular, but feminine physique. I really loved the feel of the weights as I lifted and always wanted to go heavier. Despite being the manager of a large company and having little time on my hands, I decided to train as a personal trainer myself and loved it. I then had the knowledge to do what I wanted in the gym, and I went straight to to the weights section.
I saw pictures on the internet of women with big muscles and they looked incredible and oozed sex appeal. It's what I wanted and with a strict diet and heavy training I slowly increased my muscle mass. I started going to a hardcore gym, deadlifting and squatting huge poundage and my muscles became massive. After a year, my thighs were thick with super definition. I had bulging calves, big boulder shoulders, sexy rock hard pecs, rippling abs, gorgeous peaked biceps and a muscular back. I felt great and loved posing in the mirror. My confidence went sky high and I feared nothing. I even dumped my loser boyfriend because he couldnt deal with the fact I was stronger than him.
One day in the gym as I sat bicep curling some 20kg dumbells I noticed a stunning, cute blonde girl staring at me. As I put down both dumbells I heard a voice, "Wow your muscles are incredible! You must be so strong!" I looked up, and it was the blonde girl.
"Thank you" I replied
"You must train, like so hard?"
"Yeah, but I love it, you know."
"Can I have a feel... of your arms?"
"Yeah sure," I starting to get used to people asking me to flex, but it was mainly from family members. I flexed my right arm and watched as my 16" bicep peak so perfectly. As I squeezed, her soft gentle hands worshipped the muscle. She smelt beautiful, and was naturally good looking and I liked the attention she was giving me. Her hand moved on to my shoulder then down onto my chest, but then quickley moved away. I smiled.
"My name's Jess by the way," and I extended my left hand
"Oh sorry, Im Marie."
I stood up and looked deep into her eyes.
"Well Marie after my workout Im gonna get a drink from the cafe. Youre welcome to join me if you wish" She was a little shorter than my 5'10 height, but had a gorgeously toned body.
"Yeah Id love to..." We stood there gazing at each other and in a gym that was quite empty to be fair, my hand clutched at her waist and I pushed her toward my hard body and our lips connected. After about 10 seconds, I tried to get my breath back.
"...or perhaps you'd like to cum with me to a shower cubicle?" I asked. She giggled and I lead her away. She went inside the cubicle first and leaned up against the wall, I entered and locked the door and turned to face her, pulling off my vest, my muscles so pumped, I stepped toward her and kissed her neck and rubbed my fingers on her moist vagina. "Oh Marie..." I whispered into her ear. It was my first lesbian experience.