Fan-tasy: At Her Service

"GymSlave" (no relation!) is the second of our fantasists to share his deepest desire.


Art by Drew Jones

I think I saw the images maybe ten or more years ago, on Awefilms.

I'm not the biggest fan of female muscle "art" in general, but these really got me. It wasn't so much the drawing itself, but the artist's expression of a fantasy that until then I didn't know I had. I too wanted to be a sex slave to a dominant muscle babe in the gym. Serving her (or perhaps "servicing" is a better word!) as she pumps iron.



I grew up in the so-called "Magazine Years", so the vast majority of images I saw and jerked off to then were those pictorials of FBBs working out. I guess a shrink might say that my brain connected gyms with sex or something, and I freely admit that ever since I joined a gym (at 16), I have found them sexually arousing places to be.



The sound of plates against plates, of weights being dropped, the smell of sweat on the benches, the grunts, and best of all the sight of women lifting or casually checking their bodies out in the mirror all combine to make the time I spend there very erotic time indeed. Just being on my way to the gym can give me a raging hard-on.















I'm not the most or the least well-endowed, others will have to find their own comfort zone, but experience has taught me the tightest pair of undershorts I can get into is my best bet for keeping it in check. Doubling up adds security and self-confidence and, touch wood, so far my throbbing stiffies have never been noticed (or at least never called out) by fellow gymgoers - and I am constantly hard when I'm at the gym.




I don't kid myself that my fantasy will ever come true, but I get a special thrill watching those SheMuscle clips filmed in that kind of "dungeon gym" with all the old equipment. I imagine myself there with a tanned, naked Lisa Cross (who I also imagine would be totally up for letting me service her as her muscles - and big juicy FBB clit - swell) or Brandi Mae Akers or Lindsay Mulinazzi (again, both totally up for it I imagine). Only the naughtiest types with the most insatiable sex drives.



My absolute go-to clip is Tazzie Colomb, huge and sweaty and although she begins with a little top on, it doesn't last long. That gorgeous deep and sexy Southern accent, and lots of arrogant flexing to camera and for herself in the mirror. Towards the end of the clip she bench presses some serious weight for 20 reps (as I recall), topless, her pumping pecs glistening with sweat and swelling bigger and bigger. That would be the ultimate - to be there, hard and ready to do her bidding, to get my face between her legs and lap away, to be muscle f***ed unconscious as she rises from the bench totally fired up, dripping wet and ready to destroy the first hard cock she sees...



And that just happens to be mine!

Thanks to "GymSlave" for sharing. There'll be another Fan-tasy next week.

Muscle Bum Lovers Beware!

"Do what you love, and you'll never work a day in your life," is what they say (or something similar). Well, C, Moore found out what he loved early on in his life.



There are - and this became apparent to me only slowly, for C. Moore has never been one for paying too much attention to what "society" deems to be an OK thing to do - issues with the full-time enjoyment of muscular women's backsides. Believe.



If I had a penny for every time someone has tut-tutted at what they have seen me looking at on the bus when they should have been minding their own business, well, I would have more than a few pennies. Might even have a pound. Once upon a time they were unimpressed with my choice of magazine - and I'm not talking Muscle Elegance here, I'm talking about WPW - bet they wouldn't have had a problem with FHM though. These days it's the phone. The craning necks and shock horror are just the same.



The content has barely changed either!



So I can only surmise that they really mean is "Do what you love, and you'll never work a day in your life unless what you love is frowned upon as a full-time activity, especially if pursued in a public place." In that case, "I'm just doing what I love doing," is, apparently, not much of a defence. Not in my personal experience, anyway.



"Follow your dream," they say, all encouraging and stuff. Or perhaps they say, "Follow your passion." Same caveats apply. You'd better make damn sure you have a passion that's acceptable. I am, I know, an extreme case, but my passion has landed me in some pretty sticky situations over the years, and has even landed me in jail.



The (Mis)Adventures of C. Moore Glootz continue this Friday...

Love Is...

A Different Universe

C. Moore should have read the fine print.

Contest reports were not part of my 28-day plan, but turns out I am contractually obliged to give my learned opinion on two of the shows of the season, and possibly more, which can be added "at the discretion of the editorial team", or so it says.

So, Birmingham. Saturday 28th October.

C. Moore was nowhere near it. Master of disguise though I am, NABBA's not a federation I wish to cross again, but help was at hand in the form of a live feed courtesy of NAPA. And 'twas very much a marathon not a sprint. Hours and hours of action - C. Moore had to stay up way past his bedtime, although sadly the vast majority of classes were male-based. Nevertheless, these days there are not two but three female classes - Athletic, Toned and Trained Figure - the Universe having given up on the "Physique" class seven years ago now (though you can still see really big girls in thongs at the NABBA Worlds). Plus there is a "Pro Figure" class as well, where champions past and other more notable names line up. This relatively new development within the original amateur federation has arguably led to a thinning out of quality in the amateur class, but on the flip side of that it has also allowed newer stars, younger women, to emerge.

Anyway, judging was early doors - the women were on from 10.00am till about 11.15am in the order of Toned, then Athletic, then Trained. I thought watching the Toned and Athletic back to back would give me some handle on the distinction between the two, but in fact the opposite was true. Seems to be a fair bit of switching between the two classes by the competitors as well, and this being NABBA, often women who turn up expecting to compete in one class are ordered to compete in another, blurring the lines even more. Still, there were a lot of very sexy bums in very tiny thongs on show. C. Moore found it more than a little difficult to pace himself.

C. Moore had had himself a good old nap after lunch, before the "Show" portion of the contest - routines, awards, pictures etc. - started up at 6.30pm. This time the Trained ladies were up first, then some men before the Athletic ladies took to the stage. Then were two more lots of men before the Toned ladies, with Pro Figure much later, the penultimate class on the bill. I liked the breaks between the ladies' classes - the chances to refuel were very welcome as the day wore on. The many bodacious bums, the vast majority in NABBA-style thongs, proved - as is usually the case - somewhat draining.

And so, to my picks of the show.

ATHLETIC FIGURE

Winner: Lee Tae Hee (South Korea)



C. Moore's Best of the Rest: Samantha Horne (UK)



Top bum for me. Check out 0.20 and 0.40 for why, and abs rolling is never a bad thing. She came to the show as the reigning NABBA England champion, having previously competed at first in Miami Pro and Ms Galaxy contests, and also this year in the PCA. Sam (as she likes to be called) started weight training at the age of 15 after being bullied at school. Would like to see what those tossers look like now and make collages of their (no doubt) disgustingly fatty bods compared to Sam's sleek, muscular sex appeal.

She should have had "How Do You Like Me Now?" for her routine.



TONED FIGURE

Winner: Natasha Novak (UK)





C. Moore's Best of the Rest: Jo Eun Na (South Korea)

Not an easy pick this one - there was more glootastic talent in this class than I remember from previous shows. Brits Charley Alexander and Stephanie Smith got C. Moore's joy trumpet standing very much to attention, and not only them. But Jo Eun Na not only gave the audience a treat with her bottom-heavy muscular Asian body, but also delivered probably the most memorable routine in the whole show.

Altogether now... HEEEEEEEEEEEEY SEXY LADY!



TRAINED FIGURE

Winner: Gemma Lancaster (UK)



Aka "The She Beast". Nice!

In 2017 Gemma has been crowned Ms NABBA England, Ms NABBA Universe - the second consecutive year a Brit has won - and, as a result of her win, she got to compete with the Pros. What an emotional and overwhelming day! she said afterwards.



C. Moore's Best of the Rest: Lydia Gerrard (UK)



By her own admission, Lydia needs to work on the "noodle arms" (her words, just to be clear). Fantastic glooteal definition though, and I think you will agree that her routine showed off her strengths very nicely and bagged her 3rd place. Lydia also seems to be the kind of woman you could have a lot of fun in a hotel with. Or anywhere really.



MISS FIGURE PRO DIVISION

Winner: Flora Conte (Italy)



With perennial NABBA Pro winner Daria Diossi sitting this one out, there was little real competition for the grande dame of NABBA Trained Figure. A two-time winner of the amateur version of the Ms Universe title (2010 and 2013), Flora has also been runner-up on more than one occasion. This is her first NABBA pro title of any sort.



C. Moore's Best of the Rest: Carol Bittencourt (Brazil)



With apologies to Lindsey Angel, whose bum work was exemplary, C. Moore has to go with the tanned, rippling Brazilian for the climax to his reluctant contest report.



Review all the routines at your leisure on the NABBA YouTube channel.

Fan-tasy: Two's Company, Three's A Crowd, But An FBB Plus Three Is So Heavenly

Mr. Enforced Vacation, 6ft1swell himself, does like to encourage the brethren to get in touch, and likewise ol' C. Moore here is no stranger to others who are living "the life" either. So when I knew I was going to have to think of 28 different (relevant and vaguely interesting) post topics, I immediately thought my contact list might be able to help lighten the load. Into the subject line I typed: Tell me your biggest fantasy, and lo and behold many were only too willing to oblige. Four have made it past editorial.

"Hot Beef" has the honour of being our first respondent to have his fantasy published.

Here it is in all its translated from the Italian glory thanks to one of the FMS minions (who are there, apparently, to do my bidding, and who are finding themselves bidden to do more and more as C. Moore gets carried away with his new-found power).



Muscle dressed up to go out is better than anything. The difference of the big meaty body, so masculine, and the "typical" clothes, so feminine. It makes me crazy, and I want to spend an evening with a huge and glamorous muscle woman in a dress.



She tells me to pick her up and I go to her apartment. But she is not alone. Two other guys are there - she told them the same thing: "Pick me up around 8". And we're looking at each other and at her, and she's making us wait, putting on make-up, brushing her hair etc. Walking around in her dress and heels looking and smelling so good, arranging the three bunches of flowers we have brought for her. And as I watch her, I get excited, erect, and so do the other two guys. Three massive tentpoles, three cocks hard for her, and we don't know who she is going out with.



So we stand, kind of proud and also shy and smiling at each other and what we are showing off, and she comes to us and looks really close at our big bulges. "Good," she says in a deep and silky voice, "now we're all ready, let's go." So we understand we are all going with her. I don't feel disappointed or jealous of the others or want her for myself at all. Maybe you would but not me. To me it's very hot she needs more than one guy - more than two guys! And she has the power to have all three of us if she wants - the other two are content with her arrangement as well - that is hotter.



About her dress. FBBs look sexy in anything. It can be any colour, any style, but her muscles should be obvious somehow. Maybe tight so we can see her muscles under the fabric, maybe cut low so we can see her pecs, or open at the back so we can see her lats. And short or maybe long and with a slit so we can see better her the muscles of her legs - the thighs, hamstrings and calves accentuated by her very high heels.



We walk to the restaurant through in the city centre. We three worshipers walk just a little behind her, watching her powerful body move, her muscles rippling as she walks. Watching the people react to her, watching their shock, watching them stare in awe. Everyone sees her and her magnificent muscles, no one pays attention to us and our big bulges, which by the way are getting bigger and bigger all the time.



At the restaurant, our table - she - is the centre of attention. Diners stare, gawp, tut. We take turns. I first sit to her left, feeding her; then I move to her right, fawning over her muscular arms and shoulders; then I sit opposite her, feeling up calves, hamstrings and quads as she stretches her legs out under the table, her foot in my crotch. I'm leaking by now, and spurting too, but still totally ramrod hard. Then it's my turn to go back to feeding her again. And so it continues until she's finally eaten her fill. She goes to freshen up, and me and her other two dates settle the bill.



Back to her place. "I would invite you all in," she tells us as she unlocks her door and steps into her apartment, "but, you know, early morning cardio..." She steps out of her shoes. "I didn't get this body by staying up all night." Again, I feel no disappointment. It's been a privilege to spend this time with her, just to be in her presence. But it's not quite over yet. She slips out of her dress to reveal her beautiful naked body in all its magnificence. She hits a series of poses - arms, chest, thighs, abs... It's too much, overwhelming. I feel my legs trembling, my head spinning...



And when I come round I'm back at my place, with no recollection of how I got there. I am still rock hard. And I close my eyes and visualise her walking in front of us in the street, her laughter and the feel of the hardness of her muscles at the restaurant, of her foot in my crotch and of her naked, tanned, muscular body as she flexed for us, and as I lie back and open my flies and put my hand around my warm, sticky, granite cock my entire body is thrown back into the bed by the force of the explosion.



I often daydream about this, and I've also experienced it as an actual dream, waking up hard, warm and sticky of course! Maybe it's a weird fantasy - no actual sex, not much conversation, and I don't even get to be alone with her - but it's one I have had with me for many years, with many different women of all sizes playing the role of the FBB, sometimes multiple women in the same dream. Feels good to have shared it.

Thanks to "Hot Beef" for responding to the call - and for choosing the illustrations.

More Fan-tasies throughout the month.