[alex]

El_Roy_1999,

Don't give in to pressure, and just write the story like you want to.  If you want to take your time and develop the characters and plotline, then you should do so.  It's very hard to make a good story without a decent plotline or well developed characters. Just my 2 cents.

[Anonymous]

Can't wait for the next part of it.
You're good… You're even very good!!

[Fonk]

El Roy, your build-up is brilliant. You've got a fantastic work of fiction coming along here and I'm enjoying every minute of it. Thanks for all your work! 😀

[El_Roy_1999]

Here's more. I'm not quite sure I'll be able to keep up at this speed, but I have the story all sketched, so I hope I'll do it well.
Thank you for your nice comments. By the way, the next part will probably not be safe for work or minors, so please be careful.

Happiness is a warm gun

“So there’s four injections a day. I’m going to look like a junkie!”
“Well, my beautiful, that’s the price of power.” Frank grinned maniacally. “Besides, I’m sure Diego knows a few places where it won’t show.”
The huge man shot him a malevolent glance. He then examined the syringes carefully.
“If you want it, Kim, I’ll do it. But I tell you, it may not be the best idea.”
Frank interrupts:
“But you’ll save yourself a lot of work.”
“Boys, I feel that it’s best if I get to think about it. I’ll be right back.”
She rushed to the bathroom. Wincing in pain, she sat down on the toilet seat. Once again, her body was completely cramped. She was vaguely aware of the fact that her afternoon training session would start in some fifteen minutes, and the thought filled her with dread. The whole situation reminded her of her breast enlargement surgery. Sure, now they looked good, but the first few weeks had been hellish. Silently, she weighed the choices she had. The injections would doubtlessly help her, and it all seemed pretty safe. However, the mere thought of some of the possible effects something like this could have made her stomach cramp.
Finally, she decided to give it a shot. She laughed at her internal monologue and found that a one-week-trial would be best. If there was no significant change, she’d stop it.
Diego accepted her decision silently, then proceeded to inject her with the first four syringes. She then resumed training. At first, the pain was mind-numbing, but oddly enough, she felt a burst of energy after an hour or so, just as she was slowly lifting some dumbbells to train her arms. She continued, feeling strangely invigorated. Soon, Diego realised that her movements had become easier and quicker. However, he decided to keep his thoughts for himself.
Later, when he gave her a final massage to complete the day of training, he finally asked her:
“Are you really sure that you are going in the right direction? You know, I get a lot of women, usually older than you, who train hard to keep their husbands, but normally, they fail. I’m not quite certain about your “plan”, since Luisa didn’t tell me everything, but it seems rather odd, doesn’t it?”
She winced as he pulled a really sore muscle.
“Diego, I can tell you that I’m not so sure myself. I hope that this works, otherwise I’m in trouble. Believe me, I don’t have much of a choice.”
“What’s up? Can I help?”
“It’s about money. I owe the bank quite a sum, so I hope I’ll be able to pay soon. Besides, I spent my time with Walter to get my money, so I just have to get this done. And guess what? I’m enjoying this training. It seems easier now.”
Diego continued the massage, but remained silent.
“I think this stuff works.”

Meanwhile:
The jeep roared through the undergrowth, tossing the passengers around. The heat was murderous, sweat was glistening on skin. Finally, the rag-tag building complex was emerging from the jungle.

Seven days later

“Hi Kim, over here!”
The friendly voice of a smiling redhead sounded over the café. Kim took a second to find Nina in the crowd. The blonde sat down. Nina called for the waiter, than gave her guest a good look.
“You’ve been working out, haven’t you?”
Kim looked around conspiringly, then quickly flexed her right arm. A noticeable bulge appeared.
“Yes. What do you think of it?”
The waiter quickly jotted down their drinks, then disappeared back into the building. They were al fresco and enjoyed the growing warmth of late spring.
“I like it. What are you up to?”
“I shouldn’t be telling you, but…” She quickly explained the whole thing.
“So you’re going to be a bodybuilder. That’s odd. Any idea how big you’ll have to be to get him?”
“I’m not quite sure. I talked about it with Diego, and he said if my progress continued this way, I could be any size I want by the time Jacob comes back. Actually, I think that, since I only get one attempt to get him, the bigger the better. It seems odd, but I think I could get used to the strength. Yesterday, I carried my food home, and normally, I’m quite spent after that. But then, I only felt ready for more.”
“Wow. Can I squeeze it? I just want to touch your arm. Please?”
“Go ahead.”
Kim flexed again, the bulge in her arm was easily visible.
“Cool. I must say, I’m quite curious about your future look. By the way, did you hear that Colleen is coming back? You know, the girl who went overseas to become a fashion designer. I’m quite interested in what she looks like now.”
Nina smiled mischievously. They had both been on the heavier side of the class and had spent a lot of time making each other’s life miserable. She had kept her weight, but had improved her style. Her choice of profession as a tailor had been a way of maintaining the air of competition in Nina’s life.
“I don’t know, I haven’t seen her since, and apparently, her designs were not quite as fashionable as she would have liked.”
Kim had been Nina’s “protector” in school and had introduced her to the in-crowd. She had followed their competition with a certain interest, but had never understood the actual problem.
“Anyway, tell me more about this Diego guy. He seems gorgeous!”
“Nina, he’s gay.”
“I want to see him, I don’t want to fuck him. Get me a photograph!”

[ratlaf]

yes, take your time, don't feel pressured, but please continue, it is very good.

[gblock01]

If it isn't painfully obvious at this point, I was just messing around. I gues that my sense of humor doesn't really work until someone gets to know me. Ah, well. Not much I can do about that. Anyway, this is looking pretty good right now. Since she is getting a taste for strength now, I wonder how big she will get. It seems to me that a persons mind can subtly alter outside events through subconcious actions. There have been proven cases, so skeptics can go jump off a cliff. Animosity for people who can't think "outside the box" aside, the point is that a person striving for anything will get better results the more that they want it. I'm not writing, so I can't say anything, but it is an interesting concept, in my opinion.

😳 … sorry if I offended anyone.

[El_Roy_1999]

I'm not offended at all. I wish I could write faster, so the story could go ahead!
As has been said before, this next part is mostly for adults and not safe for work.

The first stage of growth

“OK, don’t move. And smiiile…”
Kim snapped a picture of the smiling giant in front of her. Diego posed for her in his training slacks. He grinned at her, baring his teeth, and flexed his arm and shoulder muscles. She couldn’t wait to show these to Nina. The poor girl was completely overworked, following a big commission from the metropolitan theatre. They hadn’t seen each other for two weeks and the surprise was going to be great.
“Wonderful. Now it’s my turn.”
She gave him the camera, then struck the same pose. All over her body, her muscles bulged. Indeed, the last two weeks’ work had transformed her lithe frame into a powerful and shapely build. Her shoulders had broadened, her neck muscles had grown visibly, supporting her proud stance and noble attitude. Her long arms had become sinuous and strong. Most surprisingly, her pectoral muscles had evolved, pushing her implants outward, making them look strangely out of place. Below, a six-pack of abdominals was slowly becoming an eight-pack. Her legs had become strong and shapely, her knees slowly being overshadowed by her growing quadriceps. Finally, her calves were pushing outwards, showing first signs of splitting.
Kim relaxed, preparing mentally for the next part of today’s training session. Over the last two weeks, Diego had relentlessly increased her workload, seeing that she was easily able to cope with the greater strain. As she pumped iron, feeling the tension build inside her, she noticed that her trainer was sweating more and more. Over the last week, she had felt a change in his approach. His coaching had become more “hands-on” and she noticed that his trousers had become wider. Just as he was counting repetitions, she had a faint impression of a growing hard-on.
Facing several months of abstinence (Walter had tried a few times, but seemed to be unable to perform), she had bought a dildo, but it had never seen the action it saw in the last two weeks. Somehow, the whole situation was making her hornier and hornier.
Later, when they were done training, she sat up and gave him a good look.
“Diego.”
“Yes?”
He paused as he replaced the barbells onto their racks.
“You seem to be really tense lately.”
“It’s just that your training is harder than I expected, so I have more work. You’re growing very quickly, I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“And you seem to like the look, don’t you?”
“Well…” He looked sheepishly. “I must say that I’m surprised myself, but yes.” The last word came like a whisper. She smiled, then took his hand and led it to her biceps. He touched it lovingly.
“We can turn off the lights if you don’t want to see my face…”
They were now both speaking very softly, as if sharing some strange little secret. Inside Diego’s mind, his thoughts were speeding. What was happening? All the pain and suffering of his coming-out was being put into question. Why did he want this woman? She held him closely now, rubbing herself against his growing erection.

Meanwhile:
The spectators screamed in elation as the duel between the champion’s gigantic captain and the sorry challenger neared it’s zenith. Suddenly, the shorter opponent evaded his opponent’s defence and shot.

A breach of taboo

As Diego’s trousers quickly tented, she pulled them off and slid his dick out of his shorts. It surpassed even her most extreme fantasies. Deep down, she wondered if she’d be able to take it all in, but for the moment, the simple presence of a man was enough to make her hot. She licked lovingly along his shaft, increasing it’s hardness and making his cock-head bulge. Kim continued upwards along his member, circling it with her tongue. She could smell his pre-cum welling up. At last she took the head into her mouth, sucking it gently. Diego started grunting blissfully, then just as he seemed ready to blow, he pulled his penis out, calming down again.
He bent down, removed her training clothes and pushed her down on the bench. Noticing his uneasiness, she quickly worked herself up, rubbing her clit, then prepared for his entrance. Diego still seemed uneasy. She caressed him gently leading him closer to her pussy. To entice him further, she flexed her abdominals, making a set of ridges appear where her stomach had been. She touched his muscles as he tensed, slowly pushing inside her. She felt a little uneasy as the huge monster inched inside her, when suddenly, something seemed to snap inside Diego’s mind. Her tightness came like a wave over him and he gripped her firmly, losing his mind. Within seconds he prepared to ram his whole shaft in her. It started to hurt. She felt unable to move, to contort into a better position and panicked.
Twisting as good as she could, she pulled herself up, and bit him. The huge man just appeared to ignore this, pushing on. She screamed, shouted, howled at him, desperately trying to get some sense into him, when at last, she fell from the bench. As they both slipped, Diego hit his head on the weight stand and was knocked out. Concentrating, she managed to lift the giant a little bit, then rolled out from beneath him. As her mind grew fuzzy from the effort and her vision blurred, she decided that she’d get as strong as she could. This would never happen again.
When Diego awoke, she was gone. Slowly regaining his senses, he went to the bathroom to throw up. After a while, he picked up his phone to call her, but there was no answer.

[gblock01]

Well that was an interesting turn of events! I wonder where it's going to go from there. How much bigger is she going to get?

[El_Roy_1999]

I hope you enjoy this new stuff. She'll gain quite a bit soon.

The strain

Kim continued training alone for the next week. She soon became adroit at giving herself the injections, even though it cost her quite a little effort to do so. She was very careful as she remembered the numerous horror-stories Diego had told her about bench-pressing without a spotter. On the fifth day, she tried to put on her shirt after showering. For a while, she had been unable to pull it down in one movement. She had to pull the neck-hole open, lower the shirt on her shoulders and then push her arms through one at a time. Even though the shirt was meant to stretch, it felt like it was glued on. Even her training slacks had become ridiculously tight.
This time, something incredible had happened. She had struggled with her clothes for a while. Once she felt all set, she flexed her back. Immediately, her latissimi blew apart into a large crab-like triangle, ripping her shirt to tatters. She looked at herself in the mirror, calmly removed the shreds of her garment and pulled out her cell-phone. Her recent visits to the clothes shop had led her to the conclusion that regular standards no longer applied. Men’s shirts were okay for the shoulders, but hung in front of her tight washboard stomach like curtains. Even at the sports shop, she had only found training clothes, which were beginning to feel tight. Indeed, her response to the chemicals had grown stronger and stronger. And so had she.
“Nina, I need new clothes! Right now, I look awful.”
And so do my breasts, she added mentally. Her implants were now sitting squat on top of her pectoral muscles, looking too small and bolted on. Luisa had been right: She would need some surgery.
“No problem, come right over. I just have to take a look at you.”
As she left the mansion, wearing a large sweatshirt, she felt oddly watched. In the shadows, there was a faint clicking.

Measure of success

After a short jog over to Nina’s house, Kim realised that she hadn’t even broken a sweat. She felt light and easy as if she had had a walk in the park. Still, she had run a kilometre in less than five minutes. She rang, and was up at the third floor in seconds. The security guard recognised her vaguely, but went back to work. She knocked.
Nina opened the door in a flash:
“Wow! You look awesome! I couldn’t have dreamt of anything like that. Come on in and… strip for me!”
Kim raised her right eyebrow, surprised at her friend’s exhilaration. She took of her shoes and stepped inside. Nina’s apartment was decorated in a strict Asian style, according to Feng Shui and Japanese culture. It was Spartan yet still lively, mostly due to the masses of textiles lying around. A kettle of tea was steaming on a hot stone, probably heated in her superbly expensive electrical stove in her high-tech kitchen.
Nina grabbed Kim’s sweatshirt and removed it with a quick pull. Her friend stood there mighty and braless. (She couldn’t find a fitting bra anywhere in town.)
“I guess I see the problem, or should I say, the revelation of your utter muscular stylishness!”
“Nina, are you all right? You’re a little over-exited, aren’t you?”
“I think I am, yes, but hey, look at you. You’re no Schwarzenegger, but I never saw a girl like you in the flesh. Let me get my tape-measure.”
She hurried off, leaving Kim flabbergasted. Seconds later, she emerged from her room and quickly danced around her friend, mumbling her measurements.
“Chest: 42 inches, waist: 26”, hips: 36”. That’s not bad at all. You should lose the implants, though. They look stupid. Now, to your arms. Flex for me.”
Kim did as asked, Nina wrapped the tape measure around her biceps than whispered:
“16 inches. That’s awesome. And the calves are 16 inchers too. Now come on, flex your thigh. Let me get the tape around it and, tadaaa, 22” of leg. You’re huge!”
“I guess I am. Look, could you get me clothes that fit me… and make them stretchable. I don’t think I’m done growing.”
“I’ll see what I can do. Have some tea and tell me about training while I do some sketches.”

[gblock01]

Could the girl doing the measuring have a hidden agenda? Possibly a muscle fetish? Speculations aside, this is getting really good. I liked the clothes ripping part.

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