Issue #101

A Female Bodybuilder: Part 2 of a Series

by: Lady X

Hello again, all. Remember me? Lady X is back for another go around. I am 5 weeks out from the Nationals in Miami. Feeling pretty good and horny too. Yes, horny. I think I'll make this my next topic of discussion. The juice makes me horny. Yeah, yeah you guys are probably thinking "big deal I get horny, too" but you men typically won't maintain those hard ons for the duration of longer cycles. You might get a woody a few times a day at first but then after a while your shit starts going the other way. Before you know it, you're never hard.

You see that's another difference between us. No matter how long I am on a cycle I can and will get an aroused sensation, going down stairs. I can be off a cycle and be "normal" and only pay attention to those guys in the gym I find very attractive. Put me on a cycle, and the less appealing guys are bumped up a few notches. All of a sudden I am undressing everyone with my eyes.

Now don't get me wrong. I am not easy and I don't sleep around. I am talking fantasy time here. That's as far as it goes. Although I will share some of my fantasies with my boyfriend and that will often lead to some sexual role play situations between the sheets, but that's another story.

Anyway, here's something to make you guys jealous. I can achieve an orgasm simply by doing leg extensions or leg curls. Anything that puts pressure on my groin area can lead to a smile on my face. I've been known to have an orgasm or two in the gym doing these exercises. And they come unexpectedly. I will be doing my reps then all of a sudden squeeze a certain way, and, whoop there it is!

Understand that these are not rip-roaring orgasms like the ones achieved when making love. They are mini ones. But don't get me wrong they do add a little kick to my workouts.

A typical night on a cycle might go like this: I am lying in bed. Maybe I'm preparing for a show so I am on low carbs, which will equal low energy. My mind keeps drifting from daily routines to sex. I am too damn tired to wake up my boyfriend and engage in physical activity. So what happens? I reach for the vibrator my boyfriend and I have placed under my pillow for such an occasion and I put it to work. Sometimes this is necessary. After all, my boyfriend does cycles, too, and has prepared for a couple of shows. So, I've experienced, first hand, what cycles can do to him. Don't misunderstand, he is very satisfying, but when you're a guy a few weeks out from a show, you really aren't interested in anything but your next meal.

Now you may think that I have a blast preparing for a show having increased sexual desires and having multiple orgasms and all, but there is a flip side. While dieting, I become even more critical of my physical appearance (as if I'm not enough already). My feelings now change from "oh I have to lose a bit off my stomach" to pre contest thoughts of "damn I need to get shredded abs". This puts even more pressure on me. Add this mental state to a full 9am to 6 or 7pm, 5 workdays a week job, and sometimes I can get just a little moody.

I start to feel more masculine as the weeks pass. I become increasingly chiseled in my look. I lose the fat from my butt causing it to resemble more closely to a man's. Menstrual cycles stop. The little hairs on my chin start growing faster. Literally my body starts acting more like a man.

I have to be careful of what drugs I take. I can't take too much or the wrong kind or my face gets really hard looking. One show, years ago, I took way too much stuff and, as a result, my face was drawn and hard, which made me feel like I was looking at a man in the mirror. Thank God, at the time, I had lots of hair to mask some of the look. And thank God, some good time off the gear afterward welcomed the return of my softer looks.

Early on during my prep for my second contest I had natural double D breasts. After the show I had what resembled a weak A. I was devastated. And that A cup was a result of me rolling up the empty flesh of my former D's and placing them in a padded bra cup. I was so ill advised by guys who said they knew what they were doing when it came to my drug intake. They didn't have a f*cking clue!

My breasts had always been beautiful. They were large and firm. They never sagged. They were probably my best body-part. I knew, immediately upon their loss, that I would have something done to help repair the damage. I would get implants. No matter what anyone said.

Maybe more on my melons next time, but for now, that's all. You see I am on the train going to my boyfriend's parents for the weekend and we are 10 minutes from our stop. Gotta go.

Until next time…

God bless.