Steam Coal

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Chapter 2

My homecoming was filled with tears and joy. My wife and my two sons were at the railway station to welcome me. I was glad to see them after all with nothing bad happening – like every father and husband would be after a long journey without any message. Not one seems to see my changes, which took place only some hours ago. But it didn’t mean anything to me, because I was home.
My wife isn’t the beauty from a Playboy-Magazine, but I love her for all of her traits and little quirks she has. Her brown hair stands in every direction because of her curls and she has a big B-Cup for her tits. Her belly is a little destroyed from the two children she had given to me and is working on building a trim body, but failed from time – like me.
My sons, 6 and 4 years old, are a bundle of energy and can’t hold still for a minute, but life is full of joy with them. Both are as blond as me and both are very open to anyone.

On our way home we bought a big pizza for us and ate it in our dinning room. After laying down our children, my wife and me were sitting in the garden and drank a glass of wine.
“I have a present for you.” I said to her and took the stone out of my pocket, “This is a stone from the mine we were in and I stole it for you.” I added with a grin.
Her look at this stone was magnificent and her face was a open book full of happiness about it. “Thanks a lot. It looks strange, not like a coal.”
“Yeah, but does it matter?”
“No.” she replied and gave me a intensive kiss, “And I have a surprise for you too.”
She pulled me in the house in the bedroom and told me to sit and wait. After a long minute she came back with a small see-through babydoll and sat at my lap. I don’t know why, but she brings me to an erection immediately every time she wants to be sexy – and sometimes even without wanting it.
I pulled my T-Shirt over my head and she undid my trousers. “Oh my. Her is someone wanting to be with his wife really bad, isn’t he?”
I could tell that my boxer shorts were well packed and I couldn’t wait to be in her. But she was as eager and climbed on me and rubbed over my body with her hands and body. “I didn’t know you were training in the last time.” She said after touching my breast and belly.
“Only for you.” And without being to gentle I ripped her cloths from her and after I was without my shorts we had wonderful sex for which seemed hours.

The next day was an ordinary at work. Paperwork, some meetings and some quick-told stories from the journey. In the evening I was out with my friend – it was our typical meet and play evening. This group had formed in school and we had some comings and goings in these long years, but it was all about meet, tell stories and play some games. Well to tell the truth, our group of friends is mixed – girls and boys. But my wife don’t complain to it, because she trusts me.
The evening went well and I had some wine, then some beer and afterwards were some vodka, which I brought from Poland and was cold enough late at night. To tell the truth, I was a little bit drunken and my buddies to. Tom and Mark had to go early, because they had a sport event next day and Jenny, Andy and me were left alone. Andy can’t drink much and so he soon fell asleep in the room on the couch. Jenny and me were talking long in the night and drinking wasn’t my strong side either.
Everyone knows that alcohol loosens the tongue and so I told about Poland and the strange stone I found and the hot night I had with the stripper girl. Jenny glanced at me with a cruel smile. “Yes and this is your bad fantasy coming through after this much drinking.”
“No, Jenny it’s the whole truth. I show you.” And pulled my shirt over the head. “Look at my muscles! I haven’t got much before, have I?”
Jenny looked at my breast and touched it with her fingertips. “So masculine. But wouldn’t it look better on me?” She took me by the hand and went to the bedroom. I was so perplex, that I followed her without any resistance. In bedroom she pushed me on the bed and opened my trousers.
“Jenny please, don’t do this.” I said without meaning it.
She was a beautiful girl, heavenly face with dark red curls hanging down over her shoulders and a slim body with small perky tits. Now she was the ravenous girl freeing my member and sucking greedily on it. How could she be another person so quickly. I never knew her like this before, not even with her ex-boyfriend I met once.
After some play with me, I couldn’t hold back any longer and I shot in her waiting mouth. She licked it clean and stood up before me. “Look at me and see want you have done. You see nothing has happened. I only sucked you – even if it tasted better than any I have tasted before. But nothing…” Suddenly she stopped speaking and took a sharp breath. Under her cloths was something moving. I could see her stretch outwards . Her muscles were pumping up before my eyes. Jenny began to moan. She pulled on her shirt and trousers to remove them. I think she stuck, because she muffled “Help me. I need air!”
I ripped her cloths as I wanted to help an she stood there in her underwear before me. Her bra was digging in her back and her panty was loose over her butt. I saw the muscles on her stomach building. The back was broadening before my eyes and I could hear the snapping of the bra. Even her butt was trimmed up and her legs were muscling too. As she took her destroyed bra of, I saw her formerly small breast ballooning out. She was sweaty and gasping before me, but her eyes told me the truth. She didn’t believe it.
“Jenny, are you all right?”
She looked at me and began to smile, “Want do you think, big boy, ready for the new me?” And with no afford she throw herself over me. I heard her panty snap, as she pulled on it. “I want more of you than I ever wanted. Give me what I want!”
“What do you want?” I asked playfully. My member was already hard and ready for round two. She reached down and I could feel her fingers running up and down my shaft.
“I want you in me. But first I want more muscles.”
She went down to suck me another time and I let loose. Another blast – another growth. I felt like in heaven, giving a women I like the muscles I want on her. I felt a little bit guilty, because I wasn’t with my wife doing it, but this couldn’t be wrong. As I looked down, I saw Jenny stand before me with her new growth ending. She was pumped. Not like the girl in Poland but more defined. And her breasts were big like apples – with erect nipples standing away and waiting to be sucked.
I didn’t even went flaccid but kept erect on this vision. She came closer to me and took my hands to pull them up on the bed. Then she took something I didn’t see and I felt cold metal on my wrist. As I looked up I saw Handcuffs and she smiled and cruel smile. “I can let you go. I must have, what I want first and then you have to satisfy me second.”
With these word on her lips she got down again. I was a little scarred about the situation. But the wonderful bliss in my head was stronger – and the will to make her more like my fantasy. I gave her three more shots after which she grew in all directions. After this she laid on me and I could only feel muscles on muscles. She stuck her nipples in my mouth and I sucked greedily on them. She even leaked some sweet tasting milk out of her boobs, and I felt stronger and hornier than before. She had much more constitution than me and I fell asleep after my seventh or eighth shot in her.
In the next morning I awoke next to her and could see and sense her body. Her muscles were pumped up to bodybuilder proportions and still she seemed to be soft and feminine. After all she had took the handcuff off. I slipped in my cloths and left silent the room. Hopefully she wasn’t complaining about it afterwards. Still I had a wife to bring this wonderful gift to.

Shorter this time, but more ideas coming in my mind…

Chapter 3

My wife was angry about being away the whole night – but who wouldn’t. I was at home the full day with playing with my kids, making homework and being in the garden at her command. Time flew away and soon evening came. After bringing our children to bed, we were alone and I thought about how to make her suck me off. But every plan had a bad quirk in it. We sat before the TV, watching a lame movie. Then an idea hit me.
“How about a cocktail my dear?”
She nicked and I stood up to go in the kitchen. My member stirred in awaiting the following event. I took the pineapple juice and some coconut milk and put next to the shaker. I took my dick in my hands and imagined my wife getting stronger. Build with muscles. Full tits. Expanding before my eyes. Becoming wetter with each growth. Getting larger. And then I came in the readied shaker. I gave some Alcohol in it and then a bit of the milk. Finally I filed it up with the juice and gave some ice in it. After shaking I put it in a glass and brought it to her.
She drank it fast and with no expression of having a hint about my done work. I sat there and couldn’t watch the movie anymore. I always glimpsed at her and awaited the transformation before my eyes. But I waited some minutes without anything happening.
“What’s wrong dear? You look disappointed!” she asked.
“Well the movie isn’t so good and I awaited more to come.”
“Then let’s go to bed.”
So I cleaned everything before going to bed and she laid there in her beauty, awaiting me. I smiled at her and as I was laying next to her, she rolled in my arms and I thought about living with a perfect wife. Why should I change her?

Next morning I laid sleepily beside my wife. I went with my finger over her back and suddenly awakened. I touched muscles. I couldn’t believe it, I have overslept the growth of my wife I have dreamed of. My fingers wandered softly over her back up and down. Not much of growth, but I felt the muscles under my finger dance, as I seemed to tickle her a little bit. Then I reach downside and wanted to feel if she had an abs. Her arms have filled with a good portion of bizeps and trizeps. As I went down to her stomach, I could hear her mumble something in her sleep, but I couldn’t make it out clearly.
“I said hands away, I’m not in mood.” She stood up and looked at me. “Can’t you one day wake up and not touch me like an nymphomanic screw-bunny?”
As she stood up I saw her physique before me. Her legs, which were thin before, have filled with defined muscles and I saw a bit of her stomach, which was smooth and showed small hills on the flat skin. Even her butt seemed to have gained muscles. She turned away from me and went to the bathroom. I sat there without any plan how to go any further. Hasn’t she felt any change in herself?
As she came out of the bathroom she had put on some trousers and a blouse and came over to me.
“Look, I think my training is showing results at last. My trousers are a bit loosen up her.” And pointed to her stomach.
“Great, looks good on your, darling.”
“Even if you are so nice, you won’t get me, kids are awake, you know!”
She left me with alone and I went to the bathroom myself. Which points are different to the first two times, where the effects were started sooner. I couldn’t make it out in my distress and made myself ready for work. Maybe I should do some field researches, like the scientists. I grinned on this thought and put on my cloths and left home with some bad plans in my mind.