Chapter 1: Big & Busty
1. Big Busty Belladonna
Belladonna Sierra Carver was a muscle clad woman in a world still not accustomed to such a radical idea, a young English girl who was pale and naturally skinny deciding out of the blue to completely change her physique into this fitness goddess was something that had taken time for even her own family to accept and they had been right there watching the transformation happen over the years.
It was a rarity to come across a female body which had so much muscle mass upon it, despite the abundance of them on social media. To find women like her walking around, was a bit of a challenge unless you were down on Muscle Beach in Miami or going to the fitness conferences where they congregated and showed off their bodies. Bella knew she was going off the beaten path, but she didn't care, it was part of the thrill of being her, the very idea of doing something she loved and living life on her own terms.
The young lady knew she had one shot at this thing called existence and was determined to live it on her own terms, with the least number of compromises possible. Ever since she had been a young girl, she had always been the quiet one in the corner, studying people and ruminating on what it meant to live. To be happy and to have a good life was something so important to her because at one point she had been a troubled teenager who had thought it impossible, hence she had her own ideas about what that meant. Some of the conclusions she had come to, through her ponderings, had resulted in her training and building such a unique and incredible body.
The brunette had that incredible silhouette which exuded feminine strength, like the ones which figure competitors loved to flaunt all over Instagram and other places, to their adoring fans and restless supporters. Her shape was noticeable for its size even when she was trying to be cute and hide away in puffer jackets and fur coats. It was still obvious that this was no ordinary woman walking through the door in her nice coat and high heels. There was no way to hide away such shoulders which peaked out from either side of the backrest of her office chair when she sat down at the desk and worked on the latest articles.
So much of her time during the week was this very thing, sat in front of the computer working on the latest group of articles. She had usually a minimum of 5 to do on any given day and she had to submit at least 1 draft of each article, per day, to the editors who read through and approved the articles or sent them back for corrections or re-writing.
Bella had developed her body to the point where she had to be mindful of her own strength because everything around her, was built with planned obsolescence. Most goods were cheap plastic which she could easily break by just applying the wrong amount of pressure to the right weak point of the device. The plastic forks which the office supplied for example, when she was enjoying her packed lunch whilst holding the wrong section, the unfortunate cutlery would end up snapping. meaning she would then have to finish the rest of her food with a lot less area of the bloody thing to grip.
The desk she sat at in the office, was cheap wood from Ikea. Flat-pack furniture which took longer to assemble than to break apart, she had come in with her own power tools to put extra screws in it when the squeaking and loosening screws had started to annoy her enough. She had to be careful with the office chair, not to lean back too far when she was doing her ab stretches or when she stood up to go make herself some coffee in the office cafeteria.
The arm rests creaked under the weight of her hands pushing down and the hydraulic cylinder sighed in relief once her weight was off. Her biceps were like grapefruits in the tight sleeves of her blouse, which flexed, as she brought the steaming mug to her lips. She savoured the moment as the hot liquid ran down her throat, warming her and making her mind tingle with delight at the sweet caffeine Bella knew she was addicted to the drink, but it wasn't something she was about to try and break anytime soon, like dick it was a rather pleasurable dependency to have.
Her triceps which rippled and she had abs which were visible most of the year and buttocks which were naturally big but had been made even bigger by exercise and the help of some Brazilian doctors that she had visited several years back, when she wanted the fat re-distributed so that she wouldn't lose it entirely once she started really taking the bodybuilding as seriously as she did now.
Her quads were noticeable from the back, something which not everyone could brag about and her overall thigh development especially the inner abductors, affected the way she walked although she still retained that feminine swing in her step. The last part of her body that drew attention were the calves which looked like they had been carved from granite and absolutely popped whenever she wore heels like today for example.
She had a lunch box full of food waiting for her in the fridge and some salted almonds which she snacked on at her desk before the accumulated thirst had made her go for the coffee. There were men and women who really loved what she had created for herself and asked how she did it, when she told them about the gym and eating 4 to 5 meals a day, most of them either glazed over or changed the subject entirely, her colleagues included.
Bella even had a small collection of fans who spoke nothing but kind words under every picture and video she posted online. Encouraging her to keep going with the training, on what she was doing well and areas of improvement. The woman not only trained hard but also used her body as an example of what could be achieved with hard work, perseverance and sacrifice.
There were some, however, who didn't like or understand what she was doing walking around so strong, heavy and powerful and they had their own say on her beauty, her smooth clear skin and beautifully sculpted body, they didn't appreciate what it had taken for her to create this. And the sheer effort it took to keep the muscle after developing it. Trying to be as big and muscular as possible was one challenge the other was avoiding becoming a bloated mess, she had respect for powerlifters but didn't like that look personally. It was a fine science, achievable but very challenging and she liked to give herself every advantage that she could get.
One thing the haters couldn't take away from her however was her raw muscular sex appeal. Even her direct messages had people talking smack but the other 50 percent was pure desire, men and women down bad and asking to go on dates or to see more of her incredible body, the wanted to see everything... Bella might have been a minor public figure in the fitness world but no one was entitled to seeing her, especially naked and doing all manner of freaky things, which the worst were asking for, those guys and gals got blocked instantly, they had to find someone else to corrupt.
She adored every minute of being built like superwoman because of all the hard work it had taken to create this incredible physique. She as the owner of her lovely and powerfully built body, knew the sacrifice it had taken to sculpt such bulging muscles and how she had flirted with so many injuries over the years, in pursuit of her own perceived perfection. As a young woman she refused to compete even though she kept getting suggestions to squeeze herself into a swimsuit and to get on stage and go for gold. The brunette preferred not to put herself under that sort of pressure competing for a trophy and money, instead she lived life by her own terms and did what made her happy and what challenged her to push even further and harder.
The attention she naturally commanded when she walked into a room was intoxicating, she didn't feel the need to be on the stage. Some people would give her a wide berth whilst others were immediately drawn in and wanted to have conversations. The fact that some people did double takes when they saw her was a source of amusement now rather than irritation like it had been in the past. Back when she had started lifting and only had a modicum of confidence and way before she had met her boyfriend Trevor, a Colombian weightlifter with dashing good looks and a serious passion for the same sport as well.
Trevor was similar in height to her but just one inch or so shorter, especially when she wore her high heels, he always had to explain that even though he was slightly shorter than her, he was still taller than his mother and father. He liked to joke that with the right boots he could match her height and had started to wear shoes with thick heels just so that he could have this effect. Rather than joking about how tall she was and making her feel like she was the problem as one of her exes had done. He had long hair which he mostly wore in a bun and had a thick strong physique wrapped in tanned, coffee-coloured skin which glowed with good health.
Just thinking about him made her mouth start to water, her man, so similar to her and yet so different, in her world view she had never thought she would get with a guy from South America, let alone one who was also a body builder, one with long hair that reached his lower back and made him look like something out of an Ong-Bak martial arts movie. It was still early in the relationship, so there was still a fair amount to learn about her man Trevor. Three months in was nothing compared to the hectic pace of modern-day dating but Bella had a good feeling about him, she was a one fella type of gall even though her sex drive did have her on his care a fair amount.
'Hey baby, how's work going?' Bella shot him a text message; he had been the last to speak last night saying good night to her.
'Not bad at all, how are you doing? Just the same old high intensity work atmosphere, I would be inclined to call this a toxic working environment if it didn't pay so well!'
'Lol, baby... it is a bit toxic but at the same time you have said yourself you are addicted to the pressure!'
'Tell me something that I don't know, how is your day going?'
'Oh, it's all good, just sitting here in the office, thinking about what we are doing tonight?!'
'Am I coming over to your place?' he asked her with a winky face which betrayed desire.
'Sounds like a very good idea, but you know I am very hungry! I don't think the food I have in my packed lunch will be enough to satisfy me...I think I need some extra meat"
'I take you out, wine and dine you and then take you to your place to give you a nice thick and creamy dessert?!'
'I want all that cream!'
'And I want to give it to you baby but first I need to know what restaurant you want to go to?'
'Jenny's, top pick for this evening I think!' Bella responded after thinking on it for 5 minutes.
'Ah yes, I know that place! They do some great desserts there; their fudge sundae is to die for!'
'Sounds like a really good time if I can be honest with you, I can't wait to see you tonight baby!'
'I can't wait to see you either, I need to get that beautiful ass all over my face before the night is out!'
'Be careful what you wish for, you might just get it!' she responded with a laughing and then a kissy-face emoji.
'No gym tonight for me? I am guessing we will be doing a different kind of workout!"
'Knowing you, you will smash the life out of me and then go tomorrow at 7 in the morning before work or something!'
'What can I say, I am a bodybuilder after all! Speaking of that I need to check to see what gains you have made on that physique of yours...mmm must run my hands all over those curves to make sure...'
'I am already getting creamy for you baby...' Bella said with a winky face emoji.
She got to the restaurant 5 minutes late because she had been stuck in traffic on the way there but luckily the establishment had a parking lot of its own and so she did not have to waste extra time trying to find somewhere to park. She naturally drew the eye because of how she had to squeeze in sideways to comfortably get through the narrow door. The place was a cosy affair, and the tables were closely placed, which again meant having to carefully navigate through.
She had taken the time to pop home and to wear a nice tight blue tube dress made of a shimmering silk fabric. It was a royal blue colour and had a belt around the middle and came halfway down her thighs with a thin gold trim both at the top, bottom and side of it. The garment wrapped around her curves, squeezing together her heavy breasts, displaying the rippling chest, bulging biceps, quads and incredible calves which popped even more since she was wearing high heels. Her back was so wide that most dresses didn't fit her, but it was a small price for the feeling of power that she had overall. The way she ate, was in line with her bigger proportions and the intense training regimes which she put herself through.
Her voracious appetite wasn't just restricted to the dinner table however, it was also in the bedroom and the way that she was looking at Trevor above the table candles, the way she chewed on the medium-rare steak and enjoyed the creamy spinach and delicious home-made wedges, let him know he was also on the menu. Her partner, had to keep up with a woman that needed that good loving on a near daily basis whilst also balancing his need as a bodybuilder to regularly hit the gym and to self-improve.
Trevor was clearly enjoying himself, he was chewing the food taking his time, savouring every last bite. "This steak is simply fantastic!" He said as he took a sip of the red wine, a vintage bottle with a date from ten years ago. "Really hitting the spot, sometimes you just need a good slab of meat you know...juicy, tender and full of flavour!"
"Yes, I absolutely agree, just what I need after training so hard in the gym last night!" Bella said laughing, leaning forward and running her fingertips down her cleavage in a way which drew his eyes. "You can see I was working chest!"
"Last night?!" Trevor said with a laugh. "I went this morning before work!" He said it with a note of triumph in his voice. Bella was the one that normally preferred to go in the evening, she was not on Trevor's level to where he could go twice in one day and the fact that he preferred to work out in the evening was completely alien to her. For that matter she didn't understand the so-called-gurus who advocated waking up at three in the morning to do a 2 hour workout, followed by meditation followed by gratitude exercises in the notebook, every single day... she knew if she tried that sort of routine it would last one day and then she would collapse from exhaustion half-way through her 9 to 5.
"Well don't worry, I will catch up with you soon enough. I was just thinking my body feels too nice and that I was missing some muscle soreness! I think tonight I will be left with a different kind of soreness..."
"There is another muscle, which I want to see and ride until it is worn out, actually!" she said looking down at her plate with a wicked little grin on her face.
"You don't stop, and we will not even be able to finish this dinner do you understand me?" Trevor said.
"Sorry am I making it hard?" She asked him, bringing the fork to her lips even though there was nothing on it, just to brush it against her lower lip.
"I will you give you hard in the car if this little seductive play of yours doesn't stop, I am close to my limit of what I can take here!" He said leaning forward in his seat to adjust his buttocks upon his chair, it was clear he was having a very physical reaction to her.
"Don't threaten me with a good time please darling!"
"This is one of the horniest dinners that I have ever had, I know you are just starting but darling don't you worry I am going to make sure I eat that pussy like there is no tomorrow, you will feel my retribution!"
"You want to eat my tight little peach?"
"You will feel me, baby, now let’s hurry, I need to fill up that dirty little mouth of yours with something that you can really swallow!"
"That Colombian cock is better than any dessert baby, bring it!" Bella could entertain the phallus like there was no tomorrow and she meant it when she said to bring it. The way she was feeling she was willing to go behind the restaurant, into the dirty alleyway and to have her dress hiked up and her thighs spread apart. She did not know what had come over her suddenly, but she was feeling the heat radiating from her pussy outward and all over her body.
She could feel the maddening twitches of arousal as she watched the way that he worked his knife and fork into the meat, cutting it and then placing it into his mouth, between those hard straight white teeth, chewing, crushing devouring every morsel. Enjoying the sensation of the flavours as they danced across his taste buds.
Bella flushed and realised she was a little bit more than just tipsy, the bloody wine was also having an effect, and they were only halfway through the bottle.
Having such a high sex drive came with its own challenges but so far she managed to keep it in check, it was never the reason why anyone broke up with her, there were other problems such as her putting her career first, or not wanting children but it was never the bedroom play and Trevor was now about to receive another dose of her delicious goodness.
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Continue in Part 2
