One of the things I love is when a woman's sudden new musculature is revealed in a social setting and results in her embarrassment. I think it's the juxtapositioning of power and powerlessness that makes it such a turn-on for me. There are brief snippets of this in Nomdreserv's latest story "Personal Demons" that demonstrate this:
Lisa started relating as much of her adventures as she could, and she and Lynnette happily worked in between exclamations and blushes. Lisa noticed they were almost out of their bottled Elysian Spring water, and went into the stockroom to open a new case. She considered calling Lynnette to help her lift it, but was surprised to find that she managed it quite easily. She walked back out holding the large box.
“Whoa! Let me help you,” Lynnette scolded, running to grab the side of the box.
“It’s nothing,” Lisa replied breezily. “It must be only half full or something.”
But after setting it down and opening it, they found a full case of heavy bottles inside. There was an uncomfortable silence. Lisa crossed her arms self-consciously, feeling a tightening in her sleeves and across her back as she did so. She reached up surreptitiously to explore the hardness and unexpected bulges of her upper arm. Lynnette caught both movements.
“So, um, you did say he turned you back to normal, right?” she asked.
“I thought so,” Lisa admitted doubtfully. “Maybe not all the way back?”
“Fine,” Lynnette announced airily, apparently unconcerned by Lisa’s newly baseball-sized biceps and broad shoulders. “Guess who’s doing all the stockroom work today?”
And despite being the purported boss, Lisa could hardly argue with that.
And then later on in the story:
Lisa had taken the opportunity to do a lot of the heavy lifting, loading and rearranging work they had put off for so long, reorganizing the back room and doing repair work in the old store they rented. She had planned to ask Bob to come in some weekend and help, but now found she could do all of it easily herself. In fact, the boxes and furniture seemed to get lighter and lighter the more she worked.
Lynnette came in and found Lisa pushing a set of shelves into place almost effortlessly.
“Ooh, muscles,” she gushed teasingly, coming over to rub Lisa’s prominent biceps. She paused as she did so, feeling the surprisingly large and rock-hard muscle that wasn’t even dented by her fingers.
Lisa pulled her arm back in embarrassment.
“So, um, how are things going out front?” she asked, trying to make her biceps smaller by relaxing it. It stayed stubbornly round on her arm, as though refusing to retreat after being awakened.
You can find the whole story at
Nomdreserv's site. There's muscle growth and other growth scattered throughout, but the parts I quote come from chapters 7 & 8.
