The Queen Is Back (And Bulging with Pride)!

First I got wind of Margie's return was on the forum whose first rule is... Doing the Toronto show, one helpful member informed the community. The champ is back!

10 days of heightened anticipation followed. No one can match up to her right now, another forum poster had noted some days before the news broke. She looks tremendous. In fact, Margie had been looking incredible for weeks, if not months.



And in those 10 days of heightened anticipation...

416[!!!] walking lunges in 25 minutes for lunch [through midtown Atlanta!], Margie told her IG followers. Ooh boy they are pumped! And ooh boy they bloody look it!



And then...

Already in Toronto, one day to go.



She looked... well, whatever is better than "incredible"!

This had me reaching below the keyboard, I don't mind telling you, those tight, frame-filling glutes in particular, but really just all of her. Margie was most definitely back and - even before she'd had her pre-contest carbs - bulging and popping all over.

Muscularity, vascularity, femininity. Simply marvellous. Simply overwhelming.



And I want the Queen to do that - to overwhlem me. Make me helpless, take me somewhere other women - however huge, however beautiful - just don't reach.

The day of the show (Saturday 3rd), my heightened anticipation has achieved stratospheric levels. How many times in one evening can a man refresh the "Contest Pictures" page on Muscle Insider, NPC News Online and Muscular Development?

I'll tell you - MANY!

Muscle Insider actually won the race, but their (relatively) small, low-res images only served to whet my appetite further. Margie wore green, Margie looked great. Frustratingly Muscular Development posted pics of many of the other categories before getting to the FBBs, but eventually I got what I needed from the ever-dependable NPC News Online. Margie wore green, Margie looked spectacular...



And (ooh boy) bulging with pride!



I was, just as I had imagined I would be, utterly overwhelmed.




Of course she won.

There were six other women on the stage in Toronto, but - even before the show had started - they were only ever going to be competing for (a distant) second place.



I gasped and groaned my way through last weekend, pouring over each image of Margie I could find, peaking when Margie posted a homemade clip of her routine.



Blurry, totally unprofessional camerawork, incomplete and on top of all that not nearly as obviously bulgy with pride in her sparkly evening outfit. But watching her move - so hard and shiny and regal. All grace and power and sex and muscle.

Ooh baby!

Simply overwhelming.

Fan-tasy: Desperately Seeking

Our final Fan-tasy comes from an anonymous author - he didn't even wish his internet alias to be given out, for reasons which may become clear as you read on. Many thanks to him for sharing his experiences, and for all his hard work putting together this post.



I am living the dream.

This is my fourth session with her, but although the previous three were the best three I have ever had - and I have had a few - nothing about them made me think that my ultimate fantasy was about to come true. I was quite unprepared for what was going to happen next as I, dry-mouthed with anticipation, knocked on the hotel room door.



It opens. I smile. Hey! How...?

She pulls me inside with such incredible force I have to grab her rock hard arms to steady myself. At once her mouth is on mine, her tongue exploring, her breath heavy and passionate. Before I know it she has my jacket off. Buttons fly as she rips open my shirt and her mouth moves onto my chest, sucking on my left then my right nipple.



My head spins as she expertly opens my fly and I feel her hand clamp tight onto my crotch and that force is working again, pushing me round, pushing me back until I hit the bed and am thrown backwards onto it. Whoosh! She has removed my trousers and pants with one mighty tug. I lift my head and see her slipping effortlessly out of her slip of a leopard-print dress, her eyes fixed on my hard, throbbing cock.



She'd competed the week before - I had made damn sure of the booking as soon as I knew she was definitely competing - and her naked body was a truly orgasmic sight. Muscles refilled but much of her contest definition was still there. I wanted to tell her she should have won, it had been part of my pre-prepared opening patter for the session (along with "I couldn't wait to see you again" and "Don't you look stunning?"), a line I had practised over and over in front of the mirror. Small talk, it was clear to me now, was not going to be necessary, but there was a voice, a voice inside my head saying "Remember her now, remember her now..." over and over and over.



I do. I can close my eyes and the image of her standing there comes back to me in stunning clarity. Her bronzed skin, her abs contracting as she inhaled, the veins and striations exploding all over her upper body, which seemed to dounle in size as she hit a most muscular and let out what I would describe as the growl of a tigress in heat.



And without any warning I felt myself cumming.

Not the usual spurt-spurt-spurt, it just poured out in one continuous gush.

I think I may well have writhed around a bit, but it's all something of a blur. I think my head went back into the bed as I arched my back. I definitely yelled out though - nothing intelligible, not a word or anything like that; just a loud, sustained yell.

If the session had stopped right there, perhaps five minutes in, I would have felt it was worth every single penny, but she wasn't finished with me yet, not nearly.



Over the next couple of hours she rode my cock forwards and backwards. She flexed as I felt her up. She climaxed as she felt herself up. She stood over me and squatted onto my face as I licked and sucked her truly magnificent clitoris, and she lay back on the bed and forced my face between her legs and climaxed again and again. She clamped my cock between her forearm and bicep and made both pop. She forced my face into her hard pecs until I couldn't breathe then relaxed them for a moment before forcing me back into them again. And when I really was about to pass out, she released me, went over to the mirror and masturbated to the sight of her own body. I watched her, voice in my head again - "Remember her now, remember her now..."



I wondered afterwards why. Why me? Why with such total abandon? Surely this goddess didn't actually fancy me that much. I'm no pig, but I'm no Adonis either. So, why? A fourth session bonus for all her clients perhaps? Had I just got lucky and arrived after a guy who had started the engine but not ridden off on the bike?



I've seen her since. Twice. Same result, but nothing like the forcefulness or the wordlessness. I'm lucky my fantasy has come true, but now it's come true more than once I have realised nothing will ever beat that first time. Diminishing returns.

I needed a new fantasy. And I got one.



It's very similar to the first, but now there is another woman there. Not another female bodybuilder, this other woman has come with me. We are a couple, and we share the same fantasy. These sessions have become (one of) our regular date-nights.

We both get muscle f***ed.



I guess it's not a lonely hearts ad that stands to get a lot of replies - M4fitW to share workout tips, good food, good conversation, off-the-beaten-track travel and mutual sessions with top Female Bodybuilder. Must be non-smoker. But you never know...

Welcome to Naughty November

Swell's face is a picture. Like it's been slapped by a wet fish's arse.

Him?!

Ol' C. Moore is enjoying the moment even more than he thought he would.

And then it gets better. Then he starts, well, for want of a better, he starts begging!!! Tells J.J. that he knows his numbers is down and that, but he's been working on some great new stuff, stuff so great it'll turn the numbers around and blah blah, and - an unusual emotion for yours truly - there is this wave of sympathy comes over me and I kind of want to interrupt and tell him it's a done deal, that he's wasting his breath.

But, what can I tell you? That passed quick snap. Watching him beg was like watching Lisa Cross seduce and have her way with a normie in four Awefilms-length parts.





ESSENTIAL VIEWING!!!

Long story short, (now 100% rehabilitated, no tag or anything) C. Moore is in.

Four weeks they have in their wisdom given me.

Don't personally have anything against ol' Swell, it was he who brought me into the FMS fam, but his numbers, as was pointed out at his time-for-a-bit-of-a-vacation "meeting", have not been good and have not been showing signs of recovery. And what they want, they say, is a tone change. C. Moore knows what they really want - numbers. Page views. Old fans to return, new fans on board. And C. Moore means to give it to them.

[Just to be clear, it was felt that FMS chief writer 6ft1swell was perhaps in need of a little rest and relaxation and consequently he has taken a four-week leave of absence, during which time the blog will be edited by C. Moore Glootz, a writer who has previously contributed several very successful pieces to the blog when he has been at liberty to do so - ed.]

21 Reasons (#15)

Due to some work commitments and Mr and Mrs Swell's now annual sojourn to the South of France (not the bit that was recently on fire, thankfully), the FMS offices are going to be closed this week, next week and the week after. Nevertheless, as always, we don't want to leave you totally FMS-less, so we've lined up 21 Reasons, one daily picture (or two or three), plus one reason why we love doing what we do, as if we were explaining it to one not so convinced of the glory of the muscular female.

Enjoy!

#15
THAT (NOT SO) LITTLE SOMETHING EXTRA



Clearly, Theresa is finding modelling more and more exciting these days...

See also previously on FMS - A (Not So) Little Secret.

Chicago 2017: Swell Digs

Tim Gardener has taking a bit of a pounding recently over what's being called "The Robbery of Aleesha Young" (not least right here on FMS). However, credit where credit's due and all that, Chicago was a triumph for him. He may not be my favourite judge, but here was a show which had all five of the women's divisions plus Masters Bodybuilding and Physique with over 100 pro competitors, plus an NPC "Extravaganza" with Physique, Figure, Bikini and the new Ms Wings International.

More about the last of those on Sunday.

For today, 10 things FMS especially dug amid all that female muscle.

1. NATALIE RAE WOLFE'S YELLOW



Never before has so much fabric left so little to the imagination. With only that jaw and the mouth-watering definition on her arms left on show, Natalie stole the show at the check-in. "There is nothing more rare, nor more beautiful, than a woman being unapologetically herself; comfortable in her perfect imperfection," Natalie quoted as she showed off her dress to her Instagram followers, adding, there were so many beautiful people at check-in. Reckon in her yellow she outshone them all.



Honorable mentions (both also from the Physique division) to Katie Lee's no-hiding-these-guns sleeve stretching and Susan Smith's no-hiding-these-nips excitement.

2. THOSE FITNESS ROUTINES



Gymnastic fantastic as ever, and expertly captured, we should add, by the veteran ace lensman Mr. Annie Rivieccio (aka James Cook). The costumes, muscles straining, facial expressions, impossible positions... Fitness routines never fail to set my imagination racing as I marvel at the endless possibilities of such power and flexibility and wonder if these are skills Mrs. Swell could yet acquire in her mid-30s.



3. THE AMANDA? THE AIVALIOTIS?



As she's the only IFBB pro Female Bodybuilder (as far as I know) keeping the pose alive on stage, I'm starting a campaign to have the most muscular renamed in her honour.

4. BATTLE OF THE BULGE



Given that Tischa Thomas is about the size of my and your houses put together, it's hardly surprising she's got more going on down below than your average lady. Once again, therefore, it's Angela Rayburn who wins the "FMS Best Bulger Award" for the, er, best bulge in show, just as she did at last year's Rising Phoenix. Angela had a very good day in Chicago - 5th in the Open class, she was the FBB Masters Winner.

5. TIFFANI HEBERT




Winning her first pro title at (I think) only her third pro show, Figure phenom Tiffani Hebert certainly got me excited once I finished trawling through all the more muscular images from Chicago. Quite the beauty, and those LEGS! She likes a topless back selfie as well, which is never a bad thing. And you can see Tiffani glow in her post-stage interview for Maximum Muscle Report with quite possibly the worst interviewer currently in Bodybuilding (and there's no little competition for that title) here.

6. SHERRY WHO?




We've noted before that one of the most happy-making aspects of the Wings of Strength revival has been the return to competition of some well-loved FBBs of the recent past, and in Chicago, one more returned to the stage. Sherry Summers joined the revival here, her first contest since Chicago in 2013 when she was still Sherry Smith.

7. PUMPING WITH KATIE



I've not found a lot of high quality pump room shots from the show, and this is easily the pick of that small bunch. The photographer deserves a medal for holding the camera steady long enough to capture a beaming, glistening Ms Lee mid-pump.

8. KRISTAL'S CURVES



Why is Jake Wood not - for once - grinning like the cat who got the cream? Married to Kristal, who just happens to be as big and muscle sexy as a man could possibly want, AND she wants nothing more than for him to make it his mission in life to work and hang out with the best Female Bodybuilders on the planet. She's totally cool with that. AND while he's so doing , she's wearing dresses like this. For f***'s sake, Jake!



Kristal in the Hot and Hard 100 next year?

9. THE GNARLIEST VEIN EVER?



30+ years I have been looking at images of muscular women, and just when I think I might have seen all the freakiness, along comes something new and even more freaky. Tina Zampa, who was, incidentally, making her pro debut here, was not the most vascular woman in Chicago, but she didn't need to be to show off that vein.

10. SELMA




Chicago was truly international show, and around the event and in the Bodybuilding division the gorgeous Selma added her own special Brazilian flavour and style, finishing in the same position that she got in your Hot and Hard 100 this year - 4th.




I would LOVE to see some footage of her routine.

Anybody?