JM's Muscle Cuties

She asked for the bigger dose three times before you gave it to her. The first time was Tuesday, in the kitchen, in the middle of talking about something else entirely. The second time was Wednesday night with her chin on your shoulder and her voice gone small. The third time was this morning in the

The 20 second clip (like the gif) can be found at the bottom as an attachment! She filled out the entry form herself, at the kitchen table, with her tongue between her teeth and her glasses sliding down her nose, and she ticked the box that said LIGHTWEIGHT because she is four feet eleven inches tal

It was ten past two and you were the only thing awake in the house. Everything had gone down to one lamp in the corner and the light off the television, and you had stopped watching whatever was on it a long time ago. It had turned into company somewhere around midnight, a noise to keep the walls bu

The phone call came the way it always does, a little too cheerful, a little too late at night. "Yes, yes! Wonderful news!" Tom Nook's voice had that particular warmth he reserves for moments when money has already changed hands. "A new villager has purchased the plot beside the pond! A cat, hm? Snoo

The gym closed at ten. She was still in the locker room at 10:40, and it was your fault, and she was delighted about it. You'd programmed the session yourself: the arm-and-chest pump protocol, high reps, no rest, the one you only assign when you want her swollen past reason. And you'd added one line

When you came in she was counting her abs in the mirror, and getting it wrong. "...eight, nine, ten... wait." She frowned at her reflection, poked the top row through the soaked sheer cotton of her tee, and started over from the bottom with her tongue between her teeth. "Six, seven... okay they keep

The cart had one wonky wheel and a basket full of nothing dangerous. Tofu, the spring onions she liked, a carton of those eggs, the good soy sauce, and the strawberry pudding she always pretended she wasn't buying for herself. You had the cart. She walked half a step ahead of you down the cold brigh

Part One: The Desk The cap was your idea, and it is the only reason she made it across the parking lot. She read your last text eleven times in the car before she got out, the one that said go sign up, you're ready, make me proud, and then she pulled the black baseball cap down low, down to the very

Extra Credit The last bell had gone nearly an hour ago. The rest of the college had emptied out into the long gold light of late afternoon, doors banging, sneakers squeaking off down the corridor — and then the building had gone quiet, the way it only got quiet for you. Five desks in the back row we

The water had shut off ten minutes ago and she still hadn't moved, because moving was the whole problem. The shower stall had never been built for something like her. The tiled corner held her the way a shot glass holds a fist — which is to say it didn't, not really. She was wedged into it, folded a

The hallway always felt too narrow for Cindy. Not because of the walls — those pink-washed corridor walls with their evenly spaced doors had plenty of room for a normal person. The problem was Cindy herself. At some point over the last couple of years, she had simply stopped fitting through the worl

In the quiet intimacy of their bedroom Betty held the pose from the picture perfectly. She sat with her legs drawn up so her large bare feet rested soles forward in the foreground, toes relaxed and slightly spread. Her silver hair with the soft brown bangs framed her flushed cute face. A few tiny be

I only ended up on that bridge because the morning commute had crawled to a dead stop, the kind of jam where you put the car in park and resign yourself to studying the cables stretching up into a flawless blue sky. I had the radio on. I was, by every measure, having a completely ordinary Tuesday. T

The garage hummed with that low, electric drone of fluorescent lights working overtime, casting everything in a clinical wash of white. Somewhere in the distance, a fan ticked against its housing. The air was thick with the smell of motor oil and chalk dust, mingling with something sweeter — the war

The first thing anyone noticed about Natsuki Holm wasn't the skating. It was the sound. A low, grinding crack that rolled through the arena like distant thunder whenever she pushed off. The kind of sound ice makes under tremendous, deliberate pressure — the kind of sound ice was never supposed to ma

The private gym shower was already fogged with steam when Lila stepped inside, her long blonde hair clinging to her shoulders in wet ropes. At 6'2" and 220 pounds of pure, competition-ready muscle, she was a walking sculpture. Every striation in her arms, every ridge of her 8-pack abs, every curve o

Sophie had a routine. Every night, same order, no exceptions. First, the stretch. She sat on the edge of the bed and raised both arms overhead, lacing her fingers together. Her lats spread wide, pulling her torso into a dramatic V that made the mattress creak beneath her. The stretch traveled down t

The boardwalk creaked under each step Nora took, planks groaning in a way that had nothing to do with their age. She'd been told the cottage rental came with a private stretch of sand and a little outdoor calisthenics rig down by the dunes, and that was the whole reason she'd booked it. Sunglasses p

The trail ended where the snow started, and the snow started where most hikers turned around. Jill had counted on that. She'd counted on the bite of the wind, the fading orange of the late sun, the way the peaks up here stayed empty even on the clearest evenings. She'd come to this ridge because nob

The apartment smelled like fresh linen and vanilla candle wax. Nate dropped his keys on the counter and kicked off his shoes, already halfway through a yawn when he rounded the corner into the living room and stopped. Bessie was on the couch. Not sitting. Sprawled. Laid out across the full length of

The arena lights hit like a second opponent. Scarlet felt them before she saw them, that hot white wash pouring down from the rafters, turning every bead of sweat on her skin into something the front row could probably see from their seats. Smoke curled lazy from somewhere ringside, drifting up past

The rain had come down sideways for the last three blocks, and by the time Hinata shouldered through the sliding door of the little ramen shop, her glasses were so fogged she nearly walked into the frame. Red paper lanterns swung overhead, their star-cutouts throwing warm gold across her cheeks, and

Hazel's bookshop closed at six, which gave her exactly forty minutes to get to the little gym above the laundromat before her trainer gave her spot away. Two years of leg days had turned the mirror into a stranger who wore her glasses, and tonight, tonight she'd worn the purple dress on purpose, bec

! Full video attached at the bottom ! Sophie stood perfectly still in the middle of the softly lit room, the pale pink backdrop making her skin look almost luminous. Her platinum blonde hair was twisted up into a neat, elegant bun, a few silky strands escaping to frame her delicate face and those wi

The challenge had sounded easy when Ethan shouted it across the pitch. One-on-one, first to three goals, loser buys smoothies. He'd been watching the pickup games at the community stadium all summer, working up the nerve, and today he'd finally pointed at the blonde girl in the green shorts and call

The air conditioning in the convention hall couldn't quite cut through the humidity of three thousand people packed into the convention center, but that didn't seem to bother Jessica at all. She stood in her Wonder Woman cosplay, golden tiara gleaming, and she could feel her muscles pulsing with pri

Sophie had been in the closet for twenty minutes. Kyle sat on the edge of the bed, scrolling his phone, half-listening to the soft parade of hangers sliding across the metal rod. Slide. Pause. Slide. Pause. Then a groan. Then more sliding. He'd learned by now not to rush her, but twenty minutes was

The first thing David noticed about Hana wasn't the way she filled a doorframe. It was the lipstick. Cherry red. Perfectly applied. The kind of precise, careful detail that seemed almost absurd given everything else about her. He'd met her at a friend's housewarming, she'd been sitting cross-legged

The Munich Bierfest had been running for three days straight, and by the final evening, most of the regulars had settled into a comfortable fog of hops and oom-pah music. The tent was packed — broad-shouldered men in lederhosen crowded the long wooden tables, slamming steins together and singing off

The mattress groaned like it was filing a formal complaint. Danny had been on his back for approximately forty-five seconds and was already reconsidering several life choices—not because he regretted any of them, but because the view from below was something his brain hadn't been engineered to proce

Sophie stood in the hallway, her oversized mint hoodie still on, the soft fabric stretched tight across her chest. Her boyfriend’s voice drifted up from the living room, half-teasing, half-frantic. “Baby!! You’re not dressed yet?!” She pushed her round glasses up her freckled nose and smiled, a shy

In the warm hush of their bedroom, Rose lay tangled in the sheets with her boyfriend, the mood heavy and sweet. He was being his usual lazy self tonight, content to lounge back and let her handle everything. Her soft pink hair, braided loosely at the sides with gentle bangs framing her face, caught

The locker room smelled of chalk, sweat, and cheap disinfectant, the overhead lights buzzing softly as they cast harsh white glow on the rows of gray lockers. Mindi stood barefoot in her loose navy sweatpants, hands laced behind her head, elbows flared wide in a classic double-biceps pose that made

The trailer smelled faintly of bleach and old sweat, the kind that never quite left the walls no matter how many times they scrubbed it. Brooke had been counting the minutes since the guard locked the outer door—twenty-three now—her heart thumping hard enough that the thick veins on her temples stoo

Sophie adjusted her glasses, the thin frames slipping slightly down her nose as she stood in the dim light of the apartment, her pink hoodie clinging to her like a second skin. The fabric stretched taut over her colossal pecs, each one a bulging mound of dense muscle that rose and fell with her brea

EDIT: Supposed to be a public post but contained nudity so had to change it. Sorry! It can be found on my twitter or the discord server! Riley had always been the type to hit the gym hard, not because she craved the spotlight, but because it made her feel alive, powerful in a quiet way that she kept

Katie stood in the dimly lit corner of the upscale cocktail lounge, her golden dress hugging every curve and ridge of her extraordinary physique like a second skin. The fabric shimmered under the soft lights, but it was her body that truly stole the show—years of relentless training had sculpted her

Missy pushed open the apartment door with her usual bright energy, one hand raised in a cheerful wave. Her dark green hair bounced against her shoulders as she stepped inside, voice lilting through the hallway. “Hiii~! I’m here for the shoot!” She paused in the entryway, blinking at the empty living

The first night she sat cross-legged on their bed, arms folded tight under her modest chest, orange hair falling in soft strands around a face that was trying very hard to look stern. Her tank top hung loose, the thin straps barely disturbed by the gentle rise of her pecs when she breathed. Her bice

The situation in the bubbling black pit was dire. The quicksand was thick, warm, and dragging Amina down with a relentless hunger. But as the mysterious sludge seeped into her skin, triggering that familiar, explosive heat, panic gave way to a sudden, meat-headed epiphany. "Wait! Don't throw the rop

The fog on the cobblestone street was thick, but not thick enough to hide the sudden, explosive arrival of Vicky. You’d barely had time to register the commotion before she was there, a vision of Victorian propriety gone wonderfully, powerfully wrong. "You there!" she bellowed, her voice a commandin

The library was a sanctuary of silence, the air thick with the scent of old paper and dust dust. But the silence was broken by a sound that didn't belong: the low, rhythmic creak of a sturdy oak table groaning under immense weight. You followed the sound to a secluded corner, where the soft glow of

The heat inside the workshop was enough to blister the paint off the walls, a dry, suffocating pressure that made the air shimmy and dance. To anyone else, it was an inferno. To Kaelen, it was just Tuesday. You stood in the doorway, hesitant to step further into the sweltering heat, your eyes immedi

Noelle stood by the brick hearth, the heat of the crackling fire doing little to warm the nervous flush in her cheeks. She adjusted the strap of the white sack slung over her shoulder, though it didn't weigh nearly as much as the expectations of the night. She was the new intern, stepping into a rol

In the dim underbelly of the old city gym, where the air hung heavy with the scent of sweat and leather, Nina laced up her red boots, her twin braids swaying gently as she stared down her reflection in the cracked mirror. Her yellow eyes burned with quiet intensity, framed by sharp brows that furrow

Rosie wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand, her bicep curling up into a tight, veined ball that gleamed under the fading light. The farm air was thick with the scent of hay and earth, and she stood there in the barn doorway, overalls hugging her frame like they were painted on, th

Sofia had always been the strongest girl in the village, but lately even she was starting to worry. It started that morning on the dirt path outside town. She stopped to adjust the heavy flour sack the miller had begged her to carry—three hundred pounds like it was nothing—and planted her hands on h

Chun-Li—everyone just called her Li in the dojo these days—had been watching Marcus warm up for twenty minutes, pretending to stretch while her eyes kept drifting to the impossible sweep of his arm. The man was a mountain in shorts: dark skin oiled from effort, every vein on his biceps standing like

Violette’s studio was quiet except for the soft scrape of bristles against canvas and the occasional wet splatter of paint. Candlelight flickered across lavender wallpaper, throwing warm shadows over her impossibly swollen arms. She stood on a low stool so you could look straight up at her from the

Rina had always been the quiet type at the community center's weight room, the one slipping in after hours with her ponytail swinging like a metronome, chasing that perfect pump without a word to anyone. But tonight, in the dim glow of her apartment's sliding doors—tatami mats rolled up against the