Layla – Muscle Musume

(for those of you keeping track, this is my fourth Layla tale but my first in this section since I don't have any pics to go along with it…though most of the growth is offscreen, maybe I should have just put it in the "Muscular Women" section)

    The Richardson household was one where not too many people really dropped by too very often.  Outside the regular visitors such as the mailman or the guy who throws the newspaper out onto the pavement, there really wasn’t anyone who would want to visit the two working-class parents and their daughter Layla intentionally.  Perhaps there were a couple of friends that Layla occasionally brought over to visit, but she really didn’t have any too many of those ever since her dramatic, GAPAS induced growth spurt suddenly made her a part of the “out crowd”.  After all that had happened to her, the teenage female was still trying to find herself, particularly since its not everyday that a cute, normal girl like her goes from a slender nothing to a super buxom, Amazonian wonder in over a year!  Yet it was her growth spurt…well actually, her GAPAS condition that exactly lead to the doorbell ringing on that very morning.  It appeared to be going on over and over, as if it was of some sort of urgency that had to be addressed or else it was going to be languished.  Yet the stranger knew that whom she was waiting for was coming when she heard the massive, forceful sound of bare feet coming down the staircase and the cute sound of “I’m coming, hold on there!” yelling out in the direction of the door.  As the door creaked open and cracked for a small peering eye, a voice with a heavy accent, yet obviously in English, illuminated through the hole.
“Excuse me, but are you Miss Layla Richardson?”
“Um, do I know you at all?” the teen asked as she peered through the crack.  “I’ve never seen you before in my life.”
“You probably don’t know who I am,” the stranger replied with her accent accentuated, “But I know who you are.  You’re that medical wonder they told me to see.  The one with that body-changing medical condition.”  She showed a bit of concern through her voice, but Layla knew that somehow she sounded honest even with her accent.  With a gentle hand pushing it open, she moved the door to see who it was.  Outside, she saw a young Asian woman, a teen probably her age if not a bit older or younger, with pale skin and gentle dark eyes peering out from her youthful face.  She had gorgeous straight black hair jetting down towards the middle of her back, as if she had grown it for years to make it so long and full.  Her size appeared to be rather tall for an Asian female, at least close to six feet…which while tall by many standards was short compared to Layla’s own height.  Over her entire body flowed a giant black jacket that appeared to be hiding something.  However, she saw from a small crack just below the jacket that the bottom of her calves looked like it was taught and define, as if it was lean with muscle.  Could she…
“You know of the GAPAS condition?” Layla asked as she beckoned the Asian female to come inside the house.  “How much do you really know about it?  And do you think…well…” She contemplated thinking about stopping it before it got any worse…but she was probably the last person to talk to about not wanting to be what she was.  As before the teen girl appeared as massive and feminine as ever: her wide frame was defined with massive muscle that filled her from her shoulders and beyond immense biceps all the way down to her calves and large feet.  What appeared to be a massive set of shorts covered the top of her tree-like thighs, yet appeared to be fused with her like it was second skin.  The shirt she was wearing wasn’t doing too well either: although extremely large and pink with a teddy bear in the middle, it appeared like it was being stretched out to capacity by a combination of her back and, in particular, the two immense orbs of bosom that jutted out from her frame and peeked through at the bottom of the shirt without warning.  Layla swore that this shirt had fit her just after her GAPAS spurts supposedly stopped leaving her an N-Cup, yet the sudden stretchiness of the middle and the appearance of bottom cleavage made her worry that either this is one of her old shirts from her growth spurts…or that the GAPAS evolution was just going to start up again.  The only really alert part of Layla’s entire body was her cute teen face and bouncy pigtails held by the ribbons behind her head.
“I actually don’t know too much on the GAPAS,” the Asian female said as she walked by, trying to ignore the massive female who had opened the door yet eying each and every one of her curves with a slight chill down her face as she did so.  “That’s why I came to see you about it.”
“See me?” the teen asked.  She felt a bit perplexed, but it wasn’t like this was the weirdest thing to ever happen in her life.  She folded her arms together as she watched the girl come in, unknowingly feeling the curves and power in her arms as they pulsated in anticipation.

The Asian female settled down on the couch in the middle of the living room by the time Layla caught up with her.  She was still wearing the jacket over her body, yet appeared extremely nervous with her hands folded together in anticipation.  Her black hair fell on top of one of the couch cushions as she made sure that her entire body remained within the long jacket.  The teen brunette soon came in and immediately placed herself in a small corner of the floor made just for her.  She folded her legs together and sat up in attention, showing off every curve of her body even as she relaxed.  Layla really didn’t like that she couldn’t sit on the couch anymore because of how heavy she had become, but after breaking three consecutive couches during her main spurt, her parents really didn’t trust her on the furniture anymore.  She started playing with one of her pigtails, trying to draw away from being this extremely muscular teen with massive boobs as she started to speak.
“I think the question that comes to mind first is who exactly are you?  I’ve never actually seen you before in my life yet somehow you know about both me and my…um…well…” She tried to keep playing with her pigtails to make the Asian girl look at her face, but it was obvious that she was staring at the massive bottom cleavage and rock hard abs that were below it.
“Well, let me start with this, then.” The Asian moved her hand inside her jacket and pulled out a thin CD case written in a strange language that Layla had never seen before.  The girl slid it along her coffee table until the American teen reached one of her massive arms to catch it so it wouldn’t cause a disturbance.  The front of the CD had a group of seven Asian females sitting around on a completely white set looking as adorable and sweet as they possibly could.  All seven girls were dressed in extremely cute baby-doll dresses, complete with short sleeves and skirts with lace surrounding the edges of the cuffs and skirts and with a large ribbon on top of each and every one of them of the same color as their outfit.  The girls appeared to be similar ages and builds without a breast bud in sight.  At the very bottom of the CD, the words “Nijiiro Girls” was printed in large text as the only black on the entire disc, with smaller text just below it with the word “Roy G. Biv” at the bottom with each letter identified by the color in the famed acronym.
“Hey, these girls look rather cute, then,” Layla said as the first thing on her mind, considering that she always wished she could wear a baby-doll dress of her own. (even if someone would have to specially sew her one)  But another pressing question floated through her mind:  “But what language is this stuff in anyway?  And what does this have to do with you?”
“If you look closer at the girls,” the Asian woman said, “perhaps you’ll see someone familiar among them.”
Taking her advice, Layla directed her eyes over the females as she tried to figure out what she was talking about.  However, as she took a third look at all of them, she noticed something familiar about the sixth girl in the group: the one that represented the color “indigo”.  This girl was standing in an extremely cute pouting position, both of her hands lowered down along her skirt as long black hair flowed downwards towards the middle of her back with a cute indigo ribbon on top.  Her eyes and her nose appeared familiar as well, like she had just seen them…
“If I don’t know any better, I think you’re a member of this group, correct?” the teen asked with some reserve.  She didn’t know what to expect in response, but she saw her visitor turn her head downwards as if she was hiding it in shame for something she did.  Layla felt a tad guilty at figuring out that she was the indigo female, but really didn’t know what to say considering she never even heard of this teen or the Nijiiro Girls.  The Asian started standing, making her way away from the couch as she started to speak in a cute but polite manner, yet with a sound of shame in it.
“My name is Momo Yamashiro, 16 years old citizen of Japan, member…” she stopped herself until she corrected it, “er, former member of the Nijiiro Girls.” She started moving her hands around the buttons of her jacket, moving them downwards one by one as she continued to speak. “That CD was from a few years ago when I was starting out, when things were much less difficult.”  She appeared to turn her head downwards while Layla tried to figure out what was going on, twisting her pigtail while trying to adjust her T-shirt from showing too much of herself off. “But a couple months ago, everything changed.  And that’s why I’m here to see you, Ms. Richardson.  You’re the only one who can tell me what to do.”
Layla was afraid of what was going to happen as her head started putting it all together.  Her interest in a normal American girl with a growing problem, her knowledge of the GAPAS condition, her shame at herself…not to mention that stronger than usual thigh.  Layla chose to remain seated but knew that when that jacket came off to be prepared for anything.
As soon as the last button did come off, Momo literally ripped the large black outfit over her body and revealed everything.  The body of the Japanese girl was completely covered from top to bottom with curves of all sorts, in a familiar but slightly unnerving manner to the American girl.  Staring first at her arms, she saw that Momo already had a large set of biceps and triceps, similar in size to those of a middleweight bodybuilder…or how she herself was back around her own first doctor visit!  The arm muscles looked taught and powerful, yet fit alongside her long, feminine physique.  Other muscles of note included the aforementioned calves, which were perfectly matched with a thick, lean set of thighs that scrunched a set of indigo-colored panties, giving her something that showed off that she was a woman, yet one with power.  Even her abs appeared chiseled and lean by this point, forming a powerful six pack Layla herself formed early in her own muscular evolution.
However even with the already formidable muscles that Momo held on her body, what differentiated her from the American teen at this point was her breasts.  When Layla was about the size of a middleweight, she remembered that her bosom was a modest E-cup at least, prior to a really insane growth spurt that made them even bigger to match up with her ever-changing body.  However, Momo’s bosom was already outpacing her own even on first look: two large orbs (obviously nowhere near Layla’s currently but at least about a G-cup…maybe H) jiggled and jostled around at the top of her muscular frame, feeling released after being hidden under the coat for so long.  It appeared that the Japanese girl was trying to hold them with a fancy lace bra (also indigo in color), but the size of the cups looked way too small for a chest so large as cleavage both top and bottom peaked their way outwards for all to see.  Momo once again turned her head downwards in regret while Layla, who felt weird memories of her own spurts, blushed and tried to speak to the best of her abilities.
“I think I see why you wanted to see me now.  I just wish I knew what I could do to help you with your problem.” Layla really couldn’t figure too much to say, thinking that anything she did state would end up being taken by Momo as law to live by.  “Maybe if you just explain how this all happened?”
“I guess this is the consequence of living the life,” the Japanese girl said quietly, as if looking into her deep tight cleavage with her muscles tensing up from the position they were in. “I was recruited for the Nijiiro Girls when I was 12, just when they were starting out.  It was a lot of fun at first: making new friends, having a TV show watched by millions early in the morning, going out on tour to shopping malls and concert halls.  But my manager never got off our back, always making sure we did everything on time, that our outfits were coordinated and that we all looked pretty enough for our fans.”  Momo paused, trying to sit down near Layla on the ground but in a way to prevent any of her muscles from really showing off.  “A couple months ago I felt too stressed out about everything that we had to do for the group, but I couldn’t quit since I was too important to them.  I read in a magazine that exercising with small weights every day helped relieve stress.”  A small tear went down her eye as she sniffled and her breasts jiggled within the tiny indigo bra.  “When the five-pound weights felt too light after a couple days, I moved up to ten, then twenty…the stresses kept coming and I worked out more and more the last couple months until…“  She paused, looked at her hands and continued with the lightest voice possible, her hair blowing and her arms shining in the light. 
“They fired me for growing up so fast.  I didn’t even have any boobs or muscles before this started but…the doctor told me to see a girl named Layla Richardson in the States and I came over almost immediately.”
Layla felt a bit weird, as if she was hearing this tale all over again.  She too was a weak nothing until she started lifting, leading to her muscles and her breasts responding in a similar light.  Was there anything to say that would help this girl out?  She had a career and a life before all this…which is not anything she had before ballooning into an amazon in any way, shape or form.  But somehow, she felt a strange empathy as she stared at the crying Japanese female, sitting in a situation she herself had been through merely a while earlier before becoming what she was now. (or was still becoming but she really didn’t know)  Thinking o something she could say or do, she chose to surround her massive arms around the sobbing Momo, patting her on her back (which she felt was taught and striated, like her own in middleweight form) while feeling her own massive boobs touch the larger than expected ones of the idol.
“There there, it will be alright.  You’ve been through a lot lately and you just need to let it out a bit before taking the next step.”
“But what should my next step be?” Momo replied.  “Do you really want me to keep growing into something like you?  I don’t even know if I’ll have any fans left if I do that!”
“I was in your shoes at one time, trying to figure out what to do,” the American teen replied with confidence in her voice.  “I used to have a lot more attention in being a face in the crowd before my growth spurt.  I could tell you tales of the friends I’ve lost as they saw my outfits tearing up and how much more cleavage I had than they did.”  She moved her hands from the back to the arms of Mom, trying to feel for herself how large they were as she continued to speak.  “But somehow I gained something more out of this.  Even if I was getting bigger, stronger and less human than human, I somehow gained a bit of confidence in who I was from the experience.”  She felt Momo’s arms, just as muscular and tough as hers were once before she kept growing bigger and more massive…maybe she has potential yet!  “But even as I became more powerful, I never forgot about who I was.”
“You mean getting bigger doesn’t mean giving up on everything?” Momo asked.  Her sobbing voice sounded like it was clearing up and her eyes also appeared to lose a bit of its wateriness.  “Are you sure?”
“Even if you can’t go back to the slim, cute female you were once, you will always be you no matter what,” the brunette in pigtails responded.  “You could be as large as me…maybe even bigger, but as long as you want to sing or at least try, then maybe things will work out better than they were before.” Layla bit her lip as she said that, remembering that as great as things were now, she still never had a real boyfriend and felt like she was just preaching instead of going and doing what she said.
“I do want to go back and sing,” Momo replied, gaining a better posture as her boobs and muscles appeared to tighten and become more formidable and beautiful.  Her hair behind her appeared to blow as she started speaking with more confidence.  “I don’t know if my society would want someone so mutated instead of a cute teen with no physique, but…”
“You can’t know until you try,” Layla said confidently as she tried to show off herself to help out the Japanese girl who was starting to get better.  She tried to make a slight flex of one of her arms, watching as her biceps and triceps grew even more massive than first sight…yet feeling that her teddy-bear shirt was starting to rip up even more than she wanted, making her stop before she even closed in on her maximum flex.  She saw Momo smile slightly as she saw the rip and the immense arm on her opposing female on the ground, enough for her to make a flex of her own.  Impressively, her arm started to grow at a good rate until it peaked out, forming a powerful collection of muscle with veins and striations appearing, making Layla nostalgic again for when she was so small.
“Maybe having GAPAS is merely just another roadblock in the path to being successful,” the Japanese girl said in great confidence, finally rising up filling out her full six-foot figure of Amazonian physique filling her indigo outfit.  Her lips finally formed an innocent smile as her girlish face stared down at the massive pigtailed guru on the ground.  “I doubt I’ll ever be like I was in Nijiiro Girls, but I do maybe want to prove something out there.  Heck, maybe I’ll even be bigger than you someday.”  As she said that, Momo let out a girlish wink from her eye, similar in face to the cute 12-year old female on the “Roy G. Biv” cover.  Yet somehow Layla took it in a different way than what she expected.
“You really want to be bigger than me!?  Fat chance!” The brunette teen reached out one of her massive arms and snagged it along one of Momo’s calves, making her fall down towards the ground once again.  The Japanese girl responded by trying to make a clutch on her opponent’s shirt, yet all it did was make things even more tangled: first by making her own soft, large bosom fall right on top of Layla’s head while forcing her to move and ripping up her teddy-bear head shirt even further.  The rips first revealed her bulky shoulders before falling down and showing off the massive, inflated breasts that somehow made Momo jealous in her holding as part of her physique.  Layla tried then to pin her towards the ground, doing so with ease more so due to bulk and experience, but feeling the resistance of the growing girl as she squirmed and moved about, making her own bra snap and revealing her own potential in her chest.  Although Layla later regretted having an impromptu wrestling match against the opposing GAPAS girl (leaving her grounded later for all the torn clothing still in the living room even as Momo left for the airport), at least both of them had fun as they explored each others bodies further.  Probably the only good thing about the whole ordeal is that she kept the “Roy G. Biv” CD, allowing her to hear the cute J-Pop of the formerly slender (and much younger at the time) Momo Yamashiro.  If her music is just as cute as it was then (even if she gets much bigger than she is now), then Layla saw her having a future.