Too Muscular (Prose Story) (Patreon)

Want to hear a funny story?

It’s about me and my boyfriend and a little misunderstanding we had, about my not so little muscles.

Okay...

Well, before I start telling you my little story, I think I should begin by telling you that I don’t just like lifting weights, I love lifting WEIGHTS!

The bigger, the heavier, the better!

I love the feeling of the pump, I love straining my muscles, I love pushing myself to the limit. I just love lifting weights that even most men would struggle with, and even better, I love lifting them for reps. Not just one or two, but six reps, or eight reps, and even sometimes ten full reps. No cheating, and with proper form. Otherwise, it’s not really a rep at all.

Is it painful, yes. But, there are times it hurts so good!

To me all the pain is worth every little itty bit of muscle gain. But, don’t think of my muscles as itty bitty, they’re actually quite large.

In fact, it was just the other day my boyfriend asked me a rather strange question.

He said to me “Aren’t you afraid of you’re getting too muscular?”

I laughed at this and I thought he was joking. I mean in all my years of pumping iron, I never thought of myself as becoming “Too Muscular”, and also to me that’s tantamount to having too much of a good thing. And let’s be honest, there is no such thing as too much of a good thing, and you better believe there is no such thing to me as being too muscular.

Sure, I’m a girl, but who says girly muscles are a bad thing. If you think it's an insult, then you clearly haven’t seen my muscles.

Besides, being too muscular is just oxymoronic... Isn’t it!

Why wouldn’t anyone not want to be as big, and as strong and as powerful as they can be, and while I might be blond and have big boobs, I’m not some stupid bimbo!

When I told my boyfriend that I believed “you can’t have too much of a good thing, just like you can’t be too muscular!”, we both shared a laugh... But, something about the way he laughed told me he was more than a little nervous.

And as I just casually stood in front of him and maybe not so casually started pumping my bicep up and down, I could see the unease in him growing with each and every flex. My bicep rose and fell and rose and fell. Its bulky meaty mound of power rising and falling with each squeeze, and so too did my sweet little man’s anxiety. It brought a smile to my face seeing him getting all nervous and bothered by my muscles.

He looked like a cute little cupcake that I could just gobble up and have my way with. Good thing today was my cheat day.

“No,” He said “That’s not what I meant.”

“Ohhh” and just what did you mean I asked as I gave my lips a nice little pout, all while giving the arm I was pumping, a nice long and hard flex. I squeezed my bicep so hard that I let out a soft little grunt, a nice way to punctuate a great big ol’ flex if I should say so myself...

And I guess, I did say so!

“It’s just” he continued on “Muscles are for men you know, and you got an awful lot of them..”

“Muscles are for men?!” I repeated back to him, and he just sheepishly muttered back to me his affirmation that “Yes, muscles are for men.”

So I said to him, “Then why don’t you have any?”

And the look he gave me was priceless, like a wounded little kitten. He stammered, and he hemmed and he hawed and he tried to tell me “That wasn’t what he meant” and that “I was misunderstanding him”.

But, I just placed one of my fingers over his lips and told him to “SHHHHHHHHHHH”.

Like the good little boy he is, he quieted right down.

“So let me get this straight, you are telling me muscles are for men?”

“Yes” he replied.

“But, you admit you don’t have any muscles... I mean you’re mostly just skin and bone”.

“Well, I--” he began, but I cut him off and startled him by giving him a quick impromptu flexing display right up in front of his face and I said to him “Yes, or no. Answer my question. You don’t have any real muscles, do you?”

“Yes” he replied.

But, I replied back to him “Yes, what... Yes you have or no you don’t.

“Yes, I mean... No... No I don’t.”

By this time, he was really uncomfortable and I knew I was making things hard for him. Hard, just like the muscles of my arms that I was flexing and pumping up right in front of him. I wasn’t about to make this easy for him or let him off the hook so easily, I was having fun and so I decided to press on and see just how much I could make him squirm.

In fact, I thought to myself this could be just the thing that our relationship needs. As he’s been more than a bit distant lately. I guess it might be all the muscular gains I’ve made recently, and the more I seemed to grow physically the more we seemed to grow apart.

I’ve known for months, heck even years, that he has always been a bit uncomfortable with my muscles. Not too many women, or even men for that matter have my size and strength. But, most men just look at my long shapely legs, my big bubbly butt (it’s all solid muscle by the way), and my big, big breasts, and my blonde hair and think I’m just some type of Barbie doll... Only this Barbie doll has bigger arms and muscles than any G. I. Joe action figure.

Some men just can’t handle a woman being bigger and stronger than them, but I always thought my boyfriend was different, he never was the tough macho type and that’s why I loved him so much. And so, I think it's time for me to get right down to the bottom of whatever is bothering my cute little cupcake.

But, don’t think I wasn’t going to have a fun time teasing him while I did so. I mean if you could have just seen that flustered look on his face, you’d know how adorable he is when he gets all confused, and I was planning on confusing him even further.

“So let me get this straight... Muscles are for men, even though you don’t really have any... But, you told me I have an awful lot of them... Is that correct?”

“Yes” he told me as he was looking down at his feet, he was looking down there so he didn’t have to see me flexing my chest and arms in front of him. It might not be causal, but I do love the feeling of pumping my muscles up and down and up and down, and I also was loving the effect of my muscles on my cute little boyfriend.

“I don’t know if I should be flattered or insulted” I told him.

“What!” He said almost jumping out of his skin “I d-d-didn't insult you.”

“Ohhh, you didn’t did you?” I asked him.

“No” he sheepishly muttered as he shuffled his feet back and forth.

“Well, you did say my muscles were big, so I guess that’s a compliment a girl can live with.”

“But girls shouldn’t want big muscles” he told me.

“Why shouldn’t girls want big muscles?” I asked him.

“B-b-because, muscles are for m-”

“Because muscles are for men.” I interrupted and finished his sentence off for him.

“Ohhh, so if it wasn’t a compliment, does that means it was an insult?” I asked him with cutest poutiest face I could put on, all while giving him the most muscular and powerful double arm flex I could put on.

“No, I wasn’t insulting you.... I p-p-promise" He stammered on and on like a frightened little boy. It really was so cute. I really wasn’t offended by him, but I was sure playing it up like I was.

“But, you said my muscles were awful” I pouted as I did another playful flex.

“A-a-awfully, big” he meekly corrected me and my pout turned into a smile as he said this.

He thinks I’ve got “AWFULLY BIG MUSCLES”, the thought made me swoon a little.

Most people might not think having your muscles be called “awfully big” is a compliment, and even more people might think it strange for a woman to get all excited and giddy over such a statement. But, my smile just couldn’t help but swell as I heard those words. Just like how my muscles that I was flexing couldn’t help but swell bigger and bigger as I flexed them harder and harder, and so too did my heart swell up inside a little bit, but please don’t think there is anything little about my muscles...

They are awfully big after all! Te-heh!

Even though I knew the thought of my “Awfully Big Muscles” made my boyfriend more than just a little uneasy. I knew of a way to make him feel better about them, and it was going to be a lot of fun for the both of us.

“Look at my muscles” I said to him in my highest pitched most girly girl voice and continued on speaking in such a playful manner “Do they look awful to you?”

“N-n-no.”

“Do I have big muscles?” I asked him.

“Y-yes... A-awfully.... You got very big muscles” He stammered out.

A soft gasp escaped from my lips as heard him tell me I had very big muscles, and I’d tell you if it was possible for my flexing biceps to blush, they would have, as I never felt prouder of their brawny, bulging peaks.

“You say the sweetest things about my muscles sweetie, go ahead and tell me how big they are again.” I asked him and some people might think it's weird to flirt with your boyfriend in such a manner, but a girl really does like to hear just how big she is. It’s the kind of ego stroke I like best.

“B-but why?” He asked me dousing cold water on all of my flirtatious thoughts.

“Because, sometimes a girl likes to be told just how big her muscles are.” I told him.

“But, why would girls want big muscles?” he said and I thought to myself, here we go again.

“Why wouldn’t girls want big muscles.” I told him and before I could let my boyfriend stammer out another response I finished with “You don’t have to tell me, you’ve said it before... Because muscles are for men....”

“Y-yeah.” He said shaking his head up and down, thinking like we came to some sort of weird agreement or something on the matter. For a moment he seemed so smug, like he thought he just won our argument (not that, this was an argument or anything like that).

The corner of my lips curled, and my eyes narrowed, and I raised an eyebrow and I thought to myself as I grinned mischievously that this was going to be so much fun to burst that little bubble of his, and I was going to do so right about now....

“So does that mean if you said I had girly muscles that would be an insult?” I asked him.

“W-well...” He started to stammer, but once again I cut him off.

“Don’t you think any man would love to have GIRLY muscles like mine... I mean, my muscles are bigger than most men... According to you, too big perhaps... But, I mean a guy can’t be too muscular can he? So then why would a girl be too muscular? And would a guy be offended if I said he had GIRLY muscles like mine?”

It didn’t come to me as a surprise that my boyfriend didn’t have an answer for me, he just shuffled his feet and shifted back and forth as he stammered out a few “ums” and “uhs”. I just let him twist a little bit, before I continued with my teasing.

“No, that’s good... Now tell me, do I look like a man to you?” I said as I gave my eyelids a nice flutter, and I wiggled my hips, licked my lips, and ran my hands through my long hair like I was some fashion model on the run way, only I was making sure to give my biceps a good pop and squeeze with each tussle and tuft that I gave to my hair.

“Well...umm... I-its just... um...”

I won’t lie his delay really aggravated me and so I ripped off my shirt exposing my large breasts. Breasts so large that most women are so, so, so very envious of how endowed I am. Just like how I know some men are envious of how muscular I am. And I actually prefer the latter to the former. I won’t lie I like having big breasts, but I like having my big, powerful, pectorals beneath them even more. And so, in a celebration just like fireworks I decided to pop them off one at a time.

Pop, Pop, Pop, and boom, boom, boom they went as I flexed and squeezed and flexed and fired them off one by one, making them dance and making my breasts bounce up and down over and over again and again.

“Do I look like a man to you?” I asked him sternly...

So sternly I had to bite my lip at the end to keep myself from laughing, as you really should have seen my boyfriend's eyes, they were so wide from shock... But, then again let’s be real. The shock of having your musclebound girlfriend rip off her shirt and start bouncing her big, meaty, mammeries in front of you, is going to be shocking... If not more than a little arousing...

And I could tell he was more than a little aroused....

He was also more than a little scared too...

I guess you could say he was scared stiff!

Since he was more than a little slack-jawed, I can’t blame the little guy, most of his blood was drained out of his brain. I decided I would repeat the question, and so I asked him yet again “Do I look like a man to you?” all while I grabbed both my breasts with each of my hands and pressed and squeezed them together, making sure to give my arms a good pump and hard squeeze, as I rubbed my tits together.

“No.”

“Well, thank you, for that.” I laughed as I gave out a minor sigh of relief.

“I-it’s just you have such l-large m-m-muscles" he stammered out.

“Why thank you.” I said to him as I gave him a coy little wink, and a playful not so little flex.

“It’s just y-you don’t look like most women.” He said and I said right back to him that he didn’t look like most men.

“You’ve got big muscles” he told me, and I really couldn’t help but blush. Sometimes a girl just loves hearing nice things said about her muscles.

“Yes, and aren’t they lovely?” I asked him.

“L-l-lovely?” he repeated back to me.

“Yes,” I purred “Aren’t my Mighty Female Muscles lovely?”

“W-well I d-d-don't”

“Don’t say anything about them, until you feel them” and with having said that I rose up my arm right square in his face and gave him the biggest flex I could. I grunted from the strain and my meaty mountain-ness mound of feminine power rose up to a nice majestic muscular peak.

He was a little shy and timid and didn’t really want to feel my big girly muscles at first, but after I gave him a stern, but playful command to do so, he gave them a feel.

“Harder” I scolded him and he gave my arm a harder squeeze, which for my cute little cupcake of a man, wasn’t really quite so hard.

He had a dainty grip, but it really felt so nice against my rock-hard boulder of a bicep. My boyfriend really is such a cute little weakling compared to me, but then again... I like being strong, and I love being stronger than my men, so it actually turns me on just how weak and timid my little man is.

“You’re so big” he gasped in wonderment as he felt my muscles.

And I couldn’t help but giggle, a girl does like hearing how big her muscles are.

And as I looked down to his pants, I could see my little man, perhaps wasn’t quite so little.

“You’re awfully big yourself.” I said to my little man as I gave his cock a nice firm squeeze. It was rock hard, just like my muscles.

So, I guess you really don’t hate my muscles, do you?

“No” he said “I actually love em, I think they’re so fucking hot”

And let me tell you, I don’t know if it was from all the flexing and pumping I was doing, or from him saying my muscles were so fucking hot, but my whole body flushed, and I quivered ever so slightly, and I could feel my panties getting moist.

I couldn’t help but squeal just a little itty bitty tiny bit.

I was just so excited that my boyfriend actually liked... No, he LOVED my Mighty Female Muscles! It’s the kind of thing that any musclebound girl would want to hear her boyfriend say about her muscles, and it just took my breath away.

And so, my heart swelled and I made sure that my muscles likewise did the same. I took a deep breath and let my chest rise and expand, as I flared out my back, and squared up my shoulders. I squeezed my abdominals and sucked them in all at once, I did all of that all while I tensed and flexed the muscles of my arms, legs and back. I wanted to give the most impressive, most muscular display of my big, hulking, hunky girly muscles that I could for my boyfriend. All the better for him to appreciate my muscles, all the better so that he could love them and love me.

I felt ten feet tall and just as wide as I was just swelling with pride, as I was flaring out my muscles and flexing and making them swell as big as I could, all the more so that my boyfriend could see just how big and just how muscular I truly was, and all through this time he just kept rubbing, and touching, and squeezing all my rock-hard girly muscles.

And it felt ohhh so good. I couldn’t help but moan softly as his soft tender hands kneaded and worshiped my flesh. I never knew how much I missed his touch, how much I missed his love, I never knew how much I needed this. How much WE both need this.

He just kept rubbing his dainty little hands up and down and across my arms, feeling my dense and thick, muscular forearms. Not content with just feeling my brawny arms he continued on with his exploration. He moved his hand up across my bulging arms and up to my wide, rippling shoulders. And I really do mean rippling, as I squared up my shoulders again and once more flared out my wide, massive delts and all the powerful, lustrous sinews danced and rippled with each of my movements and flexes. And you better believe I did the biggest, grandest, massive-est lat flex I could manage.

With both his hands on both of my shoulders, you could really tell the extreme size difference between our bodies. My body was thickly corded, with raw powerful and sensual female muscles, and his was soft and doughy, and squishy, while mine was rock-hard. With my shoulders flared out wide, I was literally as wide as a door, if not maybe a few inches wider, I was easily twice as wide as him, and so, so, so much stronger, but weak as he was, he was o’ so cute.

And he really did know how to make a girl feel appreciated, as the way he touched and rubbed, and massaged my muscles felt o’ so good. My panties were really starting to get soaking wet now, and I had this fire lit deep down in my womanhood, and it was starting to burn red hot!

His hands trembled slightly, I don’t know if from the excitement or if he was intimidated still by my powerful muscles, I just know that as he kept rubbing his hands all over and all around my muscular feminine flesh, that even I couldn’t help but quiver softy.

But, again please remember there is nothing SOFT, about my HARD muscles...

But, I did quiver o’ so softly. Both in excitement and anticipation. And as his hands moved down to my abs that anticipation grew, and I couldn’t help but shudder.

“Are you okay?” He asked me.

“That feels awful...” I told him.

The look on his face could be described as being crestfallen, but trust me words don’t truly describe the hurt look he gave me, but before he could speak, I cut him off, finishing my prior remark.

“Awfully good!” I said to him as I punctuated my jest with a soft moan and a big smile.

His smile returned and he started feeling and rubbing my abs with a nice vigor and fervor. Seems like my little man really does love my big muscles, and I just love that he loves them, as right then and there, I’ve never felt more like a woman then I have in my entire life.

With him rubbing, and touching, and squeezing all my muscles, it just made me want to scream. Scream for joy, scream with pleasure, but also scream for the insatiable carnal lust that was building up inside of me. And it was ready to burst.

Trembling ever so slightly he slowly worked his hands up to my breasts, my chest glistened sensually from the strain of all my flexing, and it heaved up and down from deep breathing. As it undulated in its seductive way, my boyfriend gave pause for a moment, and that moment felt like an eternity, I wanted to shout for him to “GO ON”, to continue touching and loving me.

But, he just stopped and with those cute little doe eyes of his, he looked at me, almost as if he were asking for permission. And I moaned my consent and he finally reached out and touched my big, muscular breasts and in that touch, he made so happy that I was a woman and that he was my little, loving man.

His touch was so soft and tender, so delicate and firm, and so filled with love and passion, that my own passions were started to boil over and I could no longer take all the teasing touching.

It was a bit of a touch too much, and as wonderful the loving caresses were, I yearned for a different kind of touch, I hungered for it, I craved it and I needed it!

I couldn’t hold back the fire any longer, it had fully consumed me and set my blood aboil with passion and lust. I took my little man in my brawny, burly arms and kissed him harder, and stronger, deeply, and more passionately than what he’s ever been kissed in his entire life.

“Oh, god yes!” We both moaned in unison and having tasted each other's passions; I knew we both were hungry for more.

I gently pushed him back with just one of my muscly arms. He tried to come back in for a kiss, but I just kept holding him back and away. He looked a little confused, but he also looked like he was rearing to go, as his rigid cock was pressing so tightly against the seams of his trousers.

My cute little man, with his big hard cock. He was hungry for me, and I was hungry for him, so much we both had hunger pangs.

It was time for me to devour my cute little cupcake, it was time for him to feast on my sumptuous feminine muscular flesh and taste all the delights and passions that my mighty sinews offered.

It was time for us to FUCK!!

So, I tore away my pants with a powerful heave, and I ripped my sopping wet panties off with both my hands and tossed them onto the floor. I did one last flex, all the better for my little man to appreciate the wonderment, and power of my muscles.

I saw my little man do a little flex of his own, as I watched the bulge in his jeans press out even farther. It really wasn’t little and I hungrily licked my lips and moaned just thinking about that big dick of his.

I then grabbed him and yanked him right out of those jeans, and ripped his pesky underwear clean off his body in just a matter of seconds. His cock sprung right out like a coiled spring, seemingly leaping for joy having been freed from its constraints, no doubt ready and eager for action.

I grabbed it and gave it a good hard squeeze, and his firm rigid cock, grew harder and stronger, it didn’t wilt from the pressure or strength from my grip. This was one muscle of his that was just as strong mine, and that’s exactly where I like my men to be strong.

I kissed him again deeply, crushing his soft frail body hard against my muscular feminine flesh. His lips tasted so good, but I was hungry for more.

I lifted him up off his feet and held in with just one of my arms, as with my other hand I began jerking and stroking his massive cock.

I let out a laugh as I marveled at how light he was, and yet how hard and strong that cock of his was. I pumped it, I squeezed it, I jerked it, and I really tried to crush it with my grip, but it just stood as strong and as rigid as ever. My muscles were steel, but his cock was iron.

As I pumped harder and harder and faster and faster, my boyfriend began to twist and moan and writhe with pleasure. He sounds were almost feminine in nature, not unlike some of the moans, I’ve made myself with him, but sadly it's been way too long since we’ve made those sounds together.

Hearing those sounds as I stroked away on that big, meaty, cock of his further fanned the flames of my passion. My blood was boiling with lust and I just had to take him. So threw him over my shoulder and gave his cute scrawny ass a quick little spank and bounded up the stairs to our bedroom.

I threw open the door and raced to the foot of the bed. From there I lifted him off my shoulders and pressed him high above me with both arms. He was so high in the air he almost hit the ceiling fan, and his cock was so close to my face I could smell the musky odor of his manhood.

His cock was so close, I just had to taste it, and so still lifting him above my head, I lowered his waist down to my head, so I could bring his manhood down into my mouth.

MMmmmm....

My man might have been so light and frail that it didn’t require much effort or any strain to lift him above me, but his cock was so big and so hard that it filled the entirety of my mouth, and I wasn’t even taking it all in.

It tasted so good, just like how a man should taste and I sucked on his iron phallus long and hard, and I would between sucks and licks, press him up and then bring him back down into my mouth over and over and over again.

Sucking and pressing. Pressing and sucking, kissing and licking, and licking and kissing, as I lifted him up and down, and up and down, as I gave him the best damn blow job he’ll ever have.

Once again, he couldn’t help but moan, and his moans, only further incited my passions. I started pressing him up and down, faster and faster and faster.

Up and down he went, his cock sliding in and out of my wet, hungry mouth, but as his moans turned to squeals, I knew this wasn’t satisfying my hunger. My lust needed to be satiated and only a good hard muscle fucking would feed me what I craved.

So, I lifted him once again high up above my head and just held him there as I looked him in the eyes.

“So baby, still think I’m too muscular?” I asked him.

He was panting so hard, that he needed a few seconds to catch his breath before he answered.

“N-n-no, you’re not t-too muscular, b-but you might be too much woman for me to handle”

“Well, we’ll just have to see about that, but something tells me you’ll rise to challenge.” I said back to my boyfriend, I was grinning like a madwoman, high on lust, and about to explode.

I shot him a quick wink, and he smiled and nodded back his approval. He was ready, and I was ready. It’s now time to fuck.

I threw him down hard onto the soft mattress of the bed. I climbed down right on top of him and grabbing his shoulders I pinned him down onto his back, as he pinned me in the way that only a man can pin a woman.

I cried out in ecstasy as he reached into the deepest depths of my womanhood and gave me such sensual pleasure. But,our carnal delights were only beginning, I had so much pleasure to mine from him. And so, I started to ride him, up and down I went onto his pelvis, like a feminine jackhammer I pounded him up and down and up and down.

We both moaned, our voices and our bodies in unison and harmony, and second by second both our lovemaking and our moans grew stronger and stronger. Faster and faster, and harder and harder I pumped my powerful mighty hips into his. The harder I pushed, the better it felt, the more intense the lovemaking, the more intense the pleasure.

Harder and harder I slammed, and I grinded and I squeezed that iron cock of his, with all the feminine muscular might I had, and it withstood its carnal battering, and doing so brought us both such immense pleasure that mere words fail to describe how good it was. But, to put it succinctly, this was the best fuck we’ve both ever had, and I was proud of my little man for being so strong.

But, still I wanted more.

And I so I kept on pumping and humping.

Harder and harder.

The springs of the bed, the slamming of the bedpost into the wall, our moans of sensual carnal delight, all in turn grew louder. The cacophony of our lovemaking sounds, it was all just sweet music to my ears and I pumped my hips to that rhythm of our love. Growing stronger second by second, thrust by thrust.

Harder and harder I slammed my hips down on him, and with each slam my lover cried out, at this point I knew not if it was from pleasure or pain, or perhaps both. I just knew that I never heard such loud and powerful cries. And so, I kept up my pace and I kept up my rhythm and I kept pushing harder and harder and harder. And he just kept on screaming louder and louder and louder.

I was screaming too...

I was so close to the highest peak of sensual ecstasy that I ever climbed, any second now I knew I would reach that summit. Just had to stay strong for my boyfriend and I just hoped that cock of his would stay strong for me.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

Went my hips, the bed was really rocking now and I heard the bed’s headboard splinter as it slammed into the drywall, cracking both itself and the drywall from the violence of the collision. All this violence, all this power, it served to heighten our pleasure.

I wanted more.

More Pleasure!

More Power!

More MUSCLE FUCKING!

And so, I kept slamming my hips down hard onto my boyfriend. His screams were so loud now, and I too screamed right back at him.

“Don’t you dare go soft on me little man!”

Wham!

I slammed my muscle pussy down hard onto his iron cock and once again his cock stood strong and hard for me. For US!

WHAM!

I felt the frame of the bed break and give way, and I heard the splintering and crackling groans of its wooden frame as it collided with our hardwood floor. Looks like I was too muscular and my fucking too powerful for this bed, but fortunately I wasn’t too muscular for my little man as his big cock was still just as strong as ever.

WHAM!

I slammed down onto his cock again and again. I was so close, just a little itty bit further... If he could just hold out, I could feel it, I could feel that cock of his just scratching the surface of the ultimate pleasure. I was so close; we were so close.

Just one more final push...

WHAM!

“Oh, GOD!” We both cried out as we found religion together, entwined in our carnal embrace.

Sweaty, and exhausted I rolled off my boyfriend and fell into the soft blankets on the bed.

With my thick, glistening, brawny arms I pulled him closer to me and I held him tightly in my powerful embrace. Tightly... Securely... Lovingly.

I just held him there and kissed him softly on his forehead, as I whispered to him just how much “I loved him.”

“I love you too.” He said right back to me.

“Babe,” I said to him softly “If you loved my muscles so much, why did you say I was getting too muscular?”

“It’s just...” He started and then his eyes dipped down and he started to frown.

“It’s okay, you can tell me.” I said to him, and to further reinsure my little man and show my sincerity I gave him another soft little kiss on his forehead.

“It’s j-just..” He began again, “That with you being so big and strong... Well... I’m not. I just thought that with you getting so muscular, that maybe you’d think I was too weak for you, and wouldn’t love me anymore...”

“Awwww”

My heart almost broke a little right then and there. I never thought, that my muscles could ever, would ever intimidate my man in such a way that he would think I would no longer love him. I never thought it could be possible that I could be too muscular for him, or that my muscles could make him feel so small and vulnerable. He really is such a cute and sweet little cupcake, and that’s why I love him so.

I’m the beefcake and he’s the dessert, I thought we paired together quite nicely, and so I once more kissed him gently and said to him as much.

“Baby, you’re strong where it counts and that’s what I love about you... You’re my sweet little man, my cute little cupcake, and I like you perfectly how you are. Why I’ve got more than enough muscles for the both of us. I’ve got the beefcake and you’re my cupcake, I think we’re made for each other, the dinner and the dessert!”

“Y-yeah.” He said smiling as he did so.

“So, I’m not too muscular for you.” I asked him one last time.

“N-no, not at all.” He replied to me.

“Good, because I plan on getting even bigger and stronger.” I told him and together we both just laughed and laughed...

Even though I do think I might have heard him gulp and perhaps I saw just a little itty bit of panic in his eyes. But, maybe that was just my imagination.

But, the one thing I knew for certain, I wasn’t too muscular for my little man, and I loved him and he loved me and my Mighty Female Muscles.

I just held him there in my muscular arms, I just held him close to me, in my tight loving embrace as we both slowly drifted off to sleep.