Trophy Wife Pt. 01

Some of the females were bigger than guys who'd been training for longer, their feminine features long since replaced with strong jaw lines and gruff vocal tones rivalling even the most masculine of men in the establishment. Billie had always known her mother to take bodybuilding seriously, to the point of obsession, but never once thought there would be others just like her, or arguably even more obsessed, watching one woman in particular bench press what had to be well over four times Billie's weight. It was by no means a proper feat in the grander scheme of things, but no less impressive to Billie regardless.

Trent was in the back spotting one of his clients doing flyes, carefully scrutenizing the comparatively smaller woman's form, though couldn't help but sneak a glance or two at her firm glutes whenever the opportunity presented itself. The mirror ahead reflecting back at them, he couldn't exactly hide it, but it didn't look as if the client minded. Frankly, she appreciated the odd looks.

The last time Billie saw Trent was when they were teenagers. Back then, Trent was still being groomed by his father Wyatt to become the biggest bodybuilder there was. Given how big he was now, it didn't take Billie much to figure out that the large specimen before her was indeed him. She couldn't help herself from admiring him from behind, particularly his own firm glutes. She bit her lip suggestively before bringing herself to speak.

"Trent?"

He turned, initially with confusion before taking in Billie's features and seeing the similarities shared with Susan: the blonde locks of hair, green eyes, the comparatively slender legs. Trent smiled. "Billie. Christ, how long's it been? What, five or six years?"

"Something like that, yeah," was Billie's soft-toned response. Damn it — she'd rehearsed her speech down to every word, but seeing Trent in all his Greek god glory, taking particular notice of his pectorals flaying sporadically as he moved caused it to melt completely from her mind. She just stood there aimlessly now, like some dumb thing.

"Can I help you with something?" Trent tried to get the conversation going again; tried to kill the obvious awkwardness that hung between them.

"Oh, yeah, um...can we talk in private for a sec?"

Trent smiled. "Sure." He whispered to client to continue their set while he was away, urging Billie away from the cacophony of clanging steel and grunts to his office.

***

Trent wasn't sure how to feel about it, but Billie told him everything, right down to the last detail. Even then, he still had to properly get his head around it. "So let me get this straight: you wanna start working out, bulk up like me, to get back at your mum?"

Billie scoffed. It wasn't that hard to understand, honestly. "You heard what I said. She cares more about some other dumb chick's kid than her own."

"But how does that get back at her?"

"Bodybuilding's all Mum understands. She lives and breathes it every second of every day." It hurt Billie to have to admit that was the case. She couldn't believe she had to resort to this. "Doing this gets me noticed."

Trent sighed. He somewhat understood Billie's plight but even then wasn't sure how this was going to pan out in the long-term. But that wasn't to say he wouldn't commit to it. "So I take it you want me to be your trainer and keep this a secret?"

"That's the idea."

Trent looked at Billie dubiously.

***

It was the end-of-term parents night at Tiffany's high school and things weren't going particularly well for the aspiring champion bodybuilder. She fidgeted in her seat, its tiny wooden frame barely able to contain her bulk as it groaned. The sleeve of her top visibly strained as she scratched her neck, barely showing an indication of interest towards what her teacher Mr Hudson had to say.

"And then there's the subject of her grades. Frankly, she's failing across the board." He presented a sheet of paper with a list of Tiffany's grades from the start of term until now, not even trying to hide his evident disappointment. "At the start of the year she was one of the top three students in class, now she's fallen within the lowest grade group."

Tiffany's mother Jackie was quick to jump to her daughter's defense. "She has a very important competition coming up. It could be life-changing for her."

Mr Hudson was surprised. And not in the good kind of way. He was disappointed in Tiffany. She was looking to be one of the school's top students by the time she reached sixth form, yet that obviously went downhill by the time Tiffany took up bodybuilding. Mr Hudson scratched his forehead. "I think I can speak for all my colleagues when I say a bodybuilding competition is secondary to a steady education, Missus Hunt."

"Jackie."

"Jackie. But on that subject: I hardly think a sport so physically demanding as bodybuilding is something someone Tiffany's age should be taking on." Mr Hudson couldn't help but look at Tiffany and notice her jawline was distinctly more pronounced than his own, for someone less than half his age. "And let's not ignore the blatant steroid use. Just this morning we caught her injecting a sizable amount of it into herself before gym class. During which, I might add, she was quick to hoard the free weights for herself."

"They were too light anyway," Tiffany argued. Her voice had gotten even deeper over the last few days. It was even more so than Mr Hudson's, so it was no wonder why he visibly cringed when he heard her speak.

Jackie turned to Tiffany. "You told me you'd stop using."

Tiffany scoffed. "I can only get so big naturally before needing to turn to 'roids. You know that." "I've gotta win this competition," she added, smugly grinning when her sleeve busted to reveal the bicep throbbing underneath.

"Ah, that's something we need to touch on. The — ahem — wardrobe malfunctions," Mr Hudson mentioned.

Jackie's face turned red with embarrassment. "I've been meaning to get ahead of that. Her growth just out-paces my ability to do that. You know?"

"Of course. Just understand she's had three 'mishaps' this week alone. It's worth mentioning: I'm not saying she can't compete. She just has to work on her priorities. Education above training. I trust you'll be able to steer Tiffany in that direction?"

"Of course," was Jackie's response.

Tiffany grumbled, folding her arms over her thick pecs dressed under tightly-clad under armor. "You know, Susan would've thought differently."

"What did you say?" Jackie was less than impressed with her daughter's snide remark.

"I said, Susan would've thought differently. She would've encouraged me to do what I'm doing."

"Oh, would she?" Jackie offered a sarcastic smile. "I hardly think that's true."

Tiffany sulked.

***

Angela had been with her friend Audrey for what had to be three straight hours now, conversing unsurprisingly about all things women typically do. So it certainly didn't come as a shock to Trent's self that boredom was the core feeling controlling him. He would've been working out by now, if not for the fact Angela had him slaving away at the kitchen making little nibbles for her and Audrey to share.

"So there I was, right, minding my own business when Jacqueline..." Trent sighed softly as he cut the cheese to place neatly on sandwiches, two freshly-made cups of tea and biscuits at the side, too. He didn't care for what Audrey had to say about, well, anything honestly. He especially didn't care for the comments made about the woman's sibling.

Angela laughed, her breasts bouncing up and down as if to mirror her exuberance, biting softly on the little nibble. She'd been eating a lot lately, far more than usual, serious about her decision to bulk up and match her hunk of a son. He'd been quietly mapping out a shared diet and workout plan for them over the past few days. Though for reasons made obvious only to them, there was no real need to add cardiovascular training.

Trent placed the fresh platter of sandwiches and cups of tea down next to Angela and Audrey, whipping the dish towel over his shoulder. With slaving over the kitchen counter almost at an end, he could feel the excitement build within him knowing he was now one moment closer to working out in the basement gym, his place of Zen.

"Thank you, darling. Clean up, then you can go, okay?"

Trent grumbled, yet begrudgingly complied.

Audrey couldn't help but ogle Trent as he pulled the kitchen spray out from the small cupboard below the sink, his back muscles bulging and threatening to rip clean through his tank top. His biceps were bare, pressed into his sides, shoulders pumpkin'd and striated. And his glutes — God, there wasn't an inch of fat on them. Just raw, powerful muscle. It was no wonder why Audrey's nipples had gotten so brazenly erect, like they could through glass.

"So what's the sex like?" she asked nonchalantly in a hushed tone.

"I'm not sure what you mean," was Angela's response.

"Oh, come off it, Angie. Look at him!" Audrey's eyes trailed Trent's powerful body once more, fantasizing about exploring it from calf to neck, wondering perversely about all kinds of things she'd love him to do to her. She'd been starved of sex for years, her husband now too focused on his job to notice her blatant advances. Trent was like a Greek god in comparison with not just Audrey's oblivious husband, but any man. His powerful body only reinforced her desire for carnal pleasure. "He's nothing but a big, bulging bag of tastiness."

"How did you—"

"Figure it out? Honestly, it wasn't that hard. For one thing, who wouldn't want to take advantage of a body like his anyway. And to think someone of his age is still living with his mother despite being independently wealthy from all those sponsorships and gym memberships he sells. He could practically live alone, and yet—" Audrey stopped, letting her point hang in the air for a bit before leaning in closer with a shrewd smile. "Besides, don't think I haven't caught you looking at that ass of his too. Ain't no way you got knocked up otherwise. I mean, look at you! You're big as a jackfruit!"

"It's amazing." Angela resigned to coming clean with a blush. Her mind had already flashed back to earlier in the week when she and Trent had fucked so hard for so long that the bedroom positively radiated with their collective body heat, almost turning it into a sex furnace. "Did you know he fucked me so hard earlier in the week that I could barely walk for the rest of it? I can barely feel my ass even now."

Audrey bit her lip, her mind positively rushing with imaginary moments of Trent doing the exact same to her. "How big is he?"

"You know how big he is. He's muscles are bigger than his father's at the same age."

"No," Audrey chuckled softly. "How 'big' is he?"

Angela then understood, nodding with a slight grin not dissimilar to what Audrey had expressed earlier. Angela knew Audrey's mind would shatter at the sheer size of Trent's cock. "Trent dear, would you come here for a second?"

Trent grumbled. He'd have preferred getting the cleaning over with to then workout rather than do whatever the hell his mother wanted now, but he had to be 'a good boy' to then be rewarded later that night. So he complied, the tiles creaking and squeaking under his weight as he approached. He had expected his mother to ask him to perform some other menial task such as those for the past few hours, not brazenly unzip his trousers.

"Mum, what're you—"

"It's okay, sweetie. Audrey knows."

And with that Trent not only became more relaxed, but actively helped his mother, whipping out his monster cock and holding it firmly in his hand. His thumb brushed over the shaft, veins encrusting and bulging.

Angela cupped Trent's balls in her hand, each testicle the size of an orange, massaging them.

"Christ, what the hell have you been feeding him? Was Audrey's response.

Angela chuckled at first, before the inkling of an idea formed in her head, looking at Trent, then to Audrey. "Trent, dear...do you think you could do something for the two of us?"

Trent's brow furrowed...

***

Trent had become so used to passionate moments with one woman that his mind seemed to lose it when it became two. Angela and Audrey knelt before his snake of a cock, his mother pulling and tugging his shaft while Audrey was practically lost for words as she cupped and massaged his balls.

Audrey moved closer to Angela, their naked breasts slapping and massaging one another betwixt the mixture of erotic moans and sighs from both women. Angela's hand moved to Audrey's thigh, rubbing it gently, lovingly as the other woman moved her hand to Angela's cheek. They looked at one another. Before long, the two women locked lips, sharing an embrace as Trent watched, his cock bulging with the inevitable excitement.

"Ooooh, he likes it!"

Angela chuckled, turning to Trent as she fondled her breast, which Audrey was all too happy to suck on, making the woman's nipples even harder. Of course Trent was jealous, wishing Audrey's cute lips were instead wrapped around the length of his cock, wanting to hear her gag pretentiously as it was shoved down her waiting throat.

"Trent, dear, why don't you give Audrey here a little taste?" Angela rubbed the woman's back invitingly, urging Audrey on to move between Trent's trunky thighs. It went without saying that Audrey didn't need much convincing — seeing the sheer size of his cock was enough to assert her decision in taking him. Though Audrey was fairly sure Trent's shaft had grown thicker at some point, the veins bulging and full of vigor, her palm now barely big enough to hold it.

Trent's wish was then reality. He listened to Audrey gag on his meat, though it wasn't as pretentious as he originally envisioned. Almost as if she actually was struggling to take him. But not through lack of trying, she kept on, her mouth stretching in its attempt to envelope more of his shaft, drool trickling down her chin.

"Audrey's quite the slut, isn't she?"

Audrey and Angela shared in their chuckle, the occupied woman fondling her breast to further entice Trent. She ran her free hand over his chiseled abs, her pussy practically numb at how powerful he appeared to be — almost godlike. Audrey's mind ran wild with images of her being vigorously pounded by him. What she wouldn't give for that to happen...

Angela just watched, gently rubbing her clit in silence as Trent's shaft shifted with his movements, the floorboard creaking under his bulk, grunting as Audrey started audibly swallowing his load, who moaned even at that. Angela was proud of her son's achievement in this moment.

Trent hadn't fully emptied his balls, yet pulled his cock free from Audrey's mouth. Disappointment wasn't what overcame the woman, but a sense of knowing, as if she was aware of what Trent wanted. Watching him stroke, she presented her breasts to him and waited for the inevitable torrent of cum to flow and coat them. When it happened, a girlish chuckle escaped from her lungs, gasping profusely as a second shot sprayed across her face and hair.

"See? He had a lot to offer," Angela said.

"Tell me about it." Audrey gathered a dollop of cum hanging loosely from her breast and sucked on it, swallowing loudly.

"There's plenty more where that came from, Audrey." Angela moved to Trent, resting a hand on his cheek. He was far from spent, already stiffening up again as his mother shifted to slide into him. Before long, the predictably rhythmic slapping of her cheeks against his thighs came, Audrey circling around to Trent's rear so she could embrace Angela in a kiss, embracing them both in a cocoon of ecstasy.