"Um... let's see those guns of yours," Dave managed after a long pause. His dick lept with excitement. He couldn't believe he was going to get lucky with this muscle goddess.

"These little things?" Jackie teased as she hit the biggest double bicep pose in recorded history. She stood there, holding the pose, her huge muscles threatening to shred the stretchy athletic top. She finally gave Dave an odd look.

"Don't you remember the whole taking measurement thing?" Jackie smiled again. She took his hand in her gentle unbreakable grip and guided it to the bicep. "I won't know how much it's grown if you don't help me out."

Dave slid his hands over the huge bicep. He experimentally squeezed. It didn't move under his fingers. With trembling hands he started to wrap the tape measure around her huge muscles.

"Wow, Dave," Jackie could see how much his hands shook even when steadied and guided by her firm grasp. "Excited today?"

"Yeah..." Dave managed, he tried to slow his breathing so that he could actually summon the manually dexterity necessary to wrap the tape measure around Jackie's arm. "It's like the first time," Dave said ruefully.

Dave had just managed to get it wrapped around her bicep when her arm moved. Two firm hands gripped the side of Dave's face and pulled him toward Jackie's lips. She kissed him, and it felt like she might accidentally suck the lips off his face, she was so fierce.

When she broke off Dave pulled away stunned. She released her grip on his face and Dave worked his jaw. It popped, finally released from the passionate pressure of Jackie's grip. Jackie smiled and her eyes looked glassy.

"Is something wrong?" Dave asked, suddenly concerned.

"No... everything is..." Jackie smiled again, "...perfect." She touched his face. She hesitated as if unsure whether to continue. "I mean, with a body like this, a girl could start to feel like, I don't know, a freak." Dave opened his mouth to protest, but the look Jackie gave him silenced him.

"I don't feel like a freak." She said her hand reaching up to touch his cheek. "How could I? Not when you look at me like that?"

"Like what?" Dave asked.

Jackie took a step back. With a swift motion she pulled the stretchy black material of her shirt over her head. Dave's jaw hit the floor.

"Like that." Jackie said, with a big smile on her face.

To call Jackie shredded seemed an understatement. Each swollen, rock-hard muscle, seemed ready to push through her pale skin. She didn't seem to have an ounce of fat on her now exposed torso. He could every steely muscle of her six pack pushing forward.

Dave looked up from her incredible abs. He had to revise his statement. Their may indeed have been fat on her upper body, but it resided only in her voluminous breasts. Technically they were supported by a utilitarian looking tan bra, but they seemed to float off her chest, impervious to the pull of gravity.

Jackie peeled her athletic shorts down. They were replaced by the only slightly skimpier tan underwear. She resumed her double bicep pose, and Dave stood stunned as he watched her unyielding muscles slide into place under her light skin. Those muscle rose into mountainous peaks, bigger than any male bodybuilder and on the frame of the tiny 5 foot 2 inch red head, they looked impossible.

Jackie smiled again, this time impishly. "I'm feeling a little self conscious being the only one in my underwear here..."

Dave stood stunned until her slowly got the hint. He pulled his shirt over his head and despite his excitement eventually managed to get it off. He quickly pulled off his shoes and slid his already unbuttoned jeans down. It wasn't until the initial excitement of the moment wore off that Dave started to feel intimidated.

Jackie was a goddess. Her body looked ready win Mrs. Olympia, the Superbowl and a fist-fight with an Abraham tank. His body had received its last exercise playing a particular strenuous round of Wii sports - and it showed. Not that he was bad looking, but nobody was going to get excited by seeming him in his boxers. Especially standing only feet away from Jackie.

His arms felt like twigs next to hers. Jackie's arms even relaxed seemed to have muscle bunched and ready to explode, flexed it was an unreal peak of super hard muscle. His stomach had developed a little paunch, that looked soft and swollen next to the super tight rippling abs that swelled from her otherwise waspish waist.

"Dave," Jackie laughed, "socks and boxers are so not your look." Dave, felt his cheeks flush red. He felt like a boy next to Jackie.

"So I should remove my boxers then?" Dave joked, hoping to cover the rush of embarrassment he felt in his underwear next to Jackie's awesome body.

"Maybe later," Jackie teased, and Dave dutifully removed his socks. He stood there his dick tenting his boxers, while Jackie seemed to look over him. Shockingly Jackie didn't seem unhappy with what she saw. At least she didn't seem like she was going to laugh at him any more.

"So I think we're past the tape measuring stage," Jackie looked down at the forgotten and discarded tape measure. "I guess I'll have to see how big I've gotten tomorrow." Dave's dick reacted visibly to the suggestion.

Jackie turned and crawled onto her bed. It once again groaned under Jackie's new weight. "How about you instead give me a rub down." She laid down on her back.

Dave's hands started shaking again. He came to the edge of the bed and tentatively pressed down on to the muscled ridges that made up Jackie's incredibly wide back. They didn't give at all. He pressed harder, but it was like trying to massage a marble statue. He strained to even make a single muscle move under his fingers, but to no avail. As he pushed with all his might, Jackie made a contented noise.

Dave strained harder, his hands shaking as he tried in vain to kneed her steel mucles. After only a few minutes his arms were shaking with effort.

"You should get my arms and legs too," Jackie suggested her voice muffled by her pillow. Dave didn't need a second invitation to touch her arms again. Dave was at the edge of control when Jackie turned over. Dave slid onto her heavenly body and started kissing her. He slid down so that their hips ground together. He slowly ran a hand down each ridge of her awesome stomach until he reached her panties. He slid a finger under the waist band.

Dave let out a brief sound of alarm as he was pushed into the air by one of Jackie's arms. He was on his feet quickly, shocked, only now realizing how effortlessly she had lifted him with her one arm. Jackie looked flushed and stared down at the floor. She didn't seem to want to look at him, and instead diverted her attention into searching for her shirt.

It took Dave a second to realize she was speaking in a voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm sorry, I do like you Dave, and I want to," She looked at him with eyes that made him go weak in the knees, "oh, God I want to. But I also want it to be..." She searched for the right word, "special." She finished weakly.

Dave wanted to march over to her, kiss her hard on the lips. His body and hormones demanded it, he could see how weakly she protested. He stopped before he even started. She might have protested weakly, but she had effortlessly lifted him off of her with one arm. Dave froze, uncertain what to do, his libido raging inside him.

"Maybe," Jackie looked up at Dave, his face full of lust and indecision, she quickly dropped her eyes. "Maybe I could go to the gym and lift for you, instead?" She pulled on her stretchy top and smiled up at him. Dave could only stare at her still exposed legs.

He caught the glimpse of something on the table behind him. The wand! Dave stopped himself. What would he do? He had to admit that the thought of watching her lift filled him with desire, but with the wand....