[MagnusMagneto]

Holiday FMG Cheer – Chapter 1
By MagnusMagneto [ http://www.magnusmagneto.com female muscle growth stories, audio, and games]

[This is technically Growth Drive Alternate Ending 2. All of the content for Growth Drive Meta High is collected here: https://www.deviantart.com/magnusmagneto/gallery/54518048/Growth-Drive ] I got carried away with it and have separated it into parts to try and get something out in January. Also, you really do not need any context of Growth Drive at all to enjoy the story. Seriously. Please jump on in and give it a shot regardless!]

0.) Somewhere on a remote tropical island.

“Once I start the process there’s no turning back. We’ve agreed to these rules, and that’ll be that.” The woman said.

“Yeah, I know.” He replied.

“And you’re not going to have any knowledge of this conversation. Or much of anything from the past.” She explained.

He nodded.

“Alrighty. On the count of 3… 2… 1…”

And a brilliant flash was the last thing he saw.

1.) Christmas Day

Sally Guy, sister to Guy Guy, woke at 6 AM sharp – full of energy and immediately bursting with holiday cheer. She was so energetic that she didn’t even need to rub her eyes. The teenage girl literally leapt out of bed, ready and eager for her favorite holiday.

Sally, like her brother Guy, had a supernatural air of perfection to her. She was essentially a picture-perfect idealized version of a teenager. Even though she had just awoken, Sally wasn’t remotely grungy – in fact, she smelled and looked as if she were recently showered; that’s just how she always was.

As Sally made her way into the living room, she soon realized that everyone else was still asleep. That was alright, she understood that they needed to rest. She gazed upon the massive Christmas tree that she and her mother, Colleen, had dutifully put up together. Happy memories of dressing it and placing ornaments put a smile on her face, and cheer in her heart; though Sally always had the latter.

The young teen was tempted to open her Christmas presents, but knew to delay gratification. She was excited to share the experience with her beloved family, and didn’t want to spoil it. Something caught her eye however: a large envelope that read “To Sally, From Santa” in large font. Sally picked it up, and in smaller text underneath, a subtitle displayed “You can open this before your family wakes up.” Next to it was another letter that looked the same, but was addressed to her mother Colleen.

Intrigued, Sally obeyed the mysterious envelope labeled for her and opened it up. Unsurprisingly, it contained a letter written on Holiday themed stationary. Sally eagerly unfolded it and began reading. It said:

“Dear Sally,

My gift to you is a reward for your strength of character. Whenever you commit a good deed, and spread Christmas cheer, you’ll be amply rewarded.

However, if you ever abuse your gifts, or unjustifiably hurt anyone, you’ll have to start all over again.

Love,
– Santa”

Sally’s eyes grew wide as dinner plates. She audibly uttered a “whoa!” and her mind ran wild with possibilities. Despite her age, Sally still fully believed in Santa Claus, and she had full faith in the validity of the letter.

Though Sally was a bit confused as to what reward there could be for performing a good deed – the pleasure of doing the right thing was ample compensation in itself. Despite this, Sally folded the letter and neatly placed it back into the envelope. She would do her best to make Santa proud, even if she was going to try anyways.

Just then, the family dog, Mutton Chop (full name: Mutton Chop Guy), came over to greet Sally, dutifully wagging his tail. Sally beamed with joy at the beast, kneeling down and scratching him behind the ears. “You’re such a good boy Mutton Chop!” Sally squealed before planting a kiss on his forehead. “I think you need a Christmas treat!”

She led the dog into the home’s kitchen and retrieved an extra-large milk bone. With her usual smile, Sally presented the gift to her canine companion: “Here you go Mutton Chop!” she said as the dog’s eyes widened, taking the bone from her hand; his tail’s wagging rapidly increased in pace, and he brought the bone over to his bed before digging into it.

Suddenly… “Huh, that’s strange. I felt a little jolt.” Sally wondered out loud. In fact, she felt more energetic than before; a bit amped like how she imagined coffee was. “My pajama shirt is feeling a bit tighter…” she said before poking her arm. “Whoa, I got a little muscle here!” Sally prodded the tiny bicep in her arm and grinned. “I bet this is the reward that the letter was talking about.” She reasoned out loud, “Unless I’m having one heck of a growth spurt! Well, let’s do another good deed to experiment – though I would’ve done the right thing anyways!”

Sally thought about what she should do next. “Well, it is Christmas… And while everyone else may be in bed, I bet they wouldn’t mind waking up to some breakfast.” She opened the cupboards and fridge, retrieving supplies to make pancakes and bacon.

–

Fifteen minutes later, the food was finished. Everyone was still asleep, so Sally decided she’d be extra-good and personally deliver the food.

First she prepared a tray for her brother Guy. As she picked it up, Sally noted that the platter was fairly heavy. Food in hand, she knocked on Guy’s door and woke him up, presenting the modest feast. Guy thanked her, and as she propped the tray on his lap, Sally felt the same buzz as when she gave Mutton Chop the bone. Her clothes became a bit tighter as her small muscles grew slightly less demure.

As Sally walked out, Guy couldn’t help but think there was something different about Sally.

Back in the kitchen, Sally prepared a larger tray with two plates on it: one for each of her parents. Before she delivered it, Sally remembered that there was another letter addressed to her mother. She went to the living room and picked it up, then delivered it along with the food to her parents’ room. Despite the tray holding more than the first one, it felt lighter.

Colleen and Frederick Guy were a little more reluctant to wake up, but they still thanked their daughter. Once again, Sally felt a surge of energy, and her clothes became tighter. After completing the deed, Sally skipped out of her parents’ room.

Colleen scratched her head a bit; was Sally growing again? It looked like she was really filling out her pajamas.

–

Sally made her way to her room and took a look in her full-length mirror. Her eyes grew wide as she noticed how much thicker her arms and legs looked. Even her shoulders were becoming rounded as her small spherical deltoids showed signs of development. On a lark she flexed her right arm, and a golf-ball sized bicep popped up. Sally reached over and squeezed it, giggling at how hard it was.

Her clothing was becoming awfully tight, and she could see a couple inches of midriff. Sally poked her belly and was shocked at how hard it was. She had always been a lithe girl, but now there were baby-sized abs emerging from her torso.

“This is awesome!” she exclaimed to herself, flexing a few more times. “I can’t wait to see just how strong I can get from Santa’s present! And with that strength I can make even more people happier!”

2.)

Colleen Guy stared at the mysterious letter on the tray next to her plate. It read “To Colleen, From Santa” in the same font that addressed Sally’s. That was strange. In their household, Colleen was Santa. Was someone playing a prank on her? Was it Sally? No… that wasn’t Sally’s handwriting, and it wasn’t in Sally’s nature to do something like that. Maybe it was Guy? Or even Frederick?

“Dear Colleen,

A faithful spouse and diligent mother such as yourself deserves the ultimate present. Whenever you commit a good deed, and spread Christmas cheer, you’ll be amply rewarded.

However, if you ever abuse your gifts, or unjustifiably hurt anyone, you’ll have to start all over again.

Love,
– Santa”

To Colleen’s befuddlement, reading the letter didn’t clarify anything at all. In fact, she was now more confused than ever.

As Colleen and her husband ate their breakfasts, she wondered what could be the ‘ultimate present’, and how she could be rewarded for spreading Christmas cheer. After they finished, an idea came to her, “Say Frederick dear, what would make your Christmas morning perfect?”

“Hmmm…” Frederick didn’t have to think long – he was a simple, hardworking man, “Your massages are always heavenly. That and… well, you know.” He winked.

Colleen rolled her eyes. “Let’s stick with the massage for now.”

Frederick’s eyes perked up, “Really? Well, I won’t complain.” He rolled over to bare his broad back.

As Colleen dug her fingers into Frederick’s lats, she already began to feel the Christmas cheer creep into her. The pleasurable sensation intensified; her forearms bunched up and thickened further – strengthening her grip, allowing her to perform a deeper and more satisfying massage.

That’s strange… Colleen thought to herself. Is this a placebo? Or maybe I’m just feeling a bit amped up from the physical activity?

–

After thoroughly massaging Frederick’s back, she rolled him over, and decided to indulge in his other request. It was Christmas after all, and Coleen was feeling great.

–

After thoroughly pleasing Frederick, Coleen felt the sensation again. Was this what the letter was talking about? She looked down at her bare arms – they seemed noticeably larger and more muscular than yesterday. Colleen felt that it was questionable whether her gift was truly a good deed, but she certainly had spread cheer by definition of the word.

She sauntered over to her bathroom’s full-length mirror and examined herself. There was no denying it: Coleen had transformed quite a bit. She already had a fairly tall and lean body carefully honed from yoga and pilates, but now she was looking like she was already ahead on her upcoming new year’s resolution to start lifting weights.

Her midsection hadn’t been this flat since high school. In fact, she had better definition than back then. She twisted around a bit, eyes growing wide as she noticed lines around her obliques and serratus anterior that were never apparent before. Colleen crunched her midsection downward, and the outline of a six-pack came forth, and the beginnings of an Adonis belt came into view.

Excitement gathering inside her, Colleen performed a double-bicep flex, and let out an audible “oooh” at the powerful collection of tendons that rose. A serious ball of power popped up as well, complete with its own splits and veins running alongside it.

Colleen returned to the bedroom. She felt incredible, and her mind was buzzing with possibilities: if giving Frederick that massage and other special gift resulted in these muscles… what would happen if…

She seductively strode up to him, and Frederick’s eyes bulged forward at her form – since when was Colleen this hot? She was always quite a ‘milf’, but now she was on another level!

Collen leapt onto the bed with surprising grace, her powerful legs rippling from the act. She straddled her husband, “Ready for some more holiday cheer, big guy?” she said in a low voice before bending down for a kiss.

Refractory periods be damned – Frederick was more than ready.

3.)

Sally was eager to fulfill her unwritten contract with Santa. She got bundled up and wrote a note explaining she was out doing good deeds. And so Sally went off in search of ways to spread Christmas cheer throughout the neighborhood.

A few steps down the street, Sally spotted a knocked over recycling bin with its contents spread all over the ground. “Trash in the streets? During Christmas!? Not on my watch!” she exclaimed to herself, skipping over to it. Sally bent down and neatly placed all of the debris back into the bin.

Right on cue, she felt a bit of energy surging through her, and her muscles all grew a bit larger. “Wow, I’m surprised even that counted! Not complaining though.” She giggled before standing up straight, “Am I a bit taller?” she asked, finding her perspective to be off. “I sure hope so!” she added before bouncing off in search of more good deeds to perform.

–

Sally stopped by the local park, where she spotted a homeless man sitting by a bench. He had a dog snuggled up close to him. She had been taught throughout her life to be cautious around strangers, but Sally was feeling particularly emboldened today, and the fellow deeply intrigued her. “Hey mister…”

The man was apprehensive at first, especially because many children had tormented him. He explained how he had lost his wife and children to disease and other unfortunate circumstances; how he spiraled into deep depression; and how he ended up here, with the only loved one he had left – his dog.

Sally listened attentively, showing genuine compassion and empathy with everything he said. Just having someone listen to his tale made the man happier. Despite the season, nobody else had bothered to do so.

The sensation kicked in again, and all of Sally’s muscles grew larger, shifting beneath her heavy winter coat. Her limbs elongated slightly, and her clothes felt tighter than ever.

“I really wish I had money mister, because I’d give you everything I could.” She said with a frown. “But I don’t even have a wallet. Actually I forgot to bring my cell phone with me, my parents are gonna be so mad.”

The man grinned, shaking his head a bit in disbelief, “I don’t think I’ve ever met someone as innocent and kind as you. Except for…” he choked up a bit, “Well, my daughter…”

Some tears began to form in his eyes; and out of empathy, more formed in Sally’s as well. The teenager desperately tried to think of a way to ease the man’s pain. She noticed that his dog, despite being snuggled up close to him, looked like it was quite cold. She thought about Mutton Chop back home, and her heart sank even lower as she considered that the poor beast had lost its family too.

Sally decided that at the very least she could… She took her hat off and placed it on the dog’s head. It licked her hand affectionately and wagged its tail with renewed vigor. Next Sally removed her coat, and found that she actually had to struggle a bit due to how thick her arms were. She wrapped the garment around the canine.

“I really can’t…” the man tried to protest.

But his dog was already wagging profusely and nestling into the coat.

“Well, maybe you can’t, but I bet your furry friend can!” Sally retorted with a grin. “He needs help too.”

“But this is your coat. Really miss, this is too much… you’re just a kid”

“Nah, it’s okay mister. I’m getting too big for this coat anyways. See?” Sally stood up straight and took stock of her body. In truth, she was surprised at how big she had become, but pretended she wasn’t. Her muscles had all engorged to impressive sizes – her arms measured 15 inches in circumference, which absolutely pushed her t-shirt to its limit; and her added height, combined with her upper-body’s increased width, caused the bottom half of her rippling six-pack to proudly jut forward.

“Whoa…” the man murmured.

Sally giggled, indulgently flexing her arms a couple of times. “I’m not even bothered by the cold, really.” It was true – her body was utterly radiating warmth, and despite the freezing temperature, she barely felt it at all.

–

They chatted for a bit longer. Sally promised that she would find a way to get the man some more help. He continued to insist that she had already done too much. Eventually she bid farewell, feeling bad that she couldn’t have done more for him.

4.)

Frederick lay in bed, utterly ravished. He was a tall, well-built man, but Colleen’s recent upgrades (especially the one she received during their recent lovemaking act) gave her a level of endurance and virility that even he couldn’t keep up with.

Colleen started to get dressed, and was pleasantly surprised to find that she couldn’t clasp any of her bras on. Not only had her breasts grown larger, but her chest was broader, and a fairly thick pectoral line had formed down the center. She threw on an old t-shirt, which struggled to fit her enhanced form. The bottom half of her chiseled midriff was on display, and her shoulders turgidly filled out the short sleeves.

This meant that her perky nipples were on full display, and Colleen wasn’t quite comfortable with that being the case on Christmas. She put on an intentionally cheesy holiday sweater, but even still her belly-button and the surrounding abs were still revealed.

Oh well, that’s just how it’ll have to be. Colleen reasoned to herself as she slipped on a thong; she stopped to grope her bulging thighs, giggling at how hard they were. Next came her jeans, but it was clear there was no way those were going to fit over her quads, let alone her rump; which also meant that her other pants were out of the question. Colleen settled on a pair of dolphin-shorts, which barely covered her bottom half. Looks like there’s going to be a serving of legs this Christmas. I know Frederick won’t mind, hopefully Guy won’t be too bothered. It might be especially awkward for him since we all know he loves muscle-girls. I always had my suspicions, but seeing him accidentally favorite all of that art on social media confirmed it.

Colleen made her way out to the living room, and noticed that there was a bit more dirt and clutter than she would have liked. Usually the house was in pristine condition, but since Colleen had gone all-out with the season’s festivities, perfect cleanliness took a backseat. The men were still in bed, and she was feeling better than ever, so Colleen reasoned this was a good time to get caught up with that.

–

Colleen’s abundance of energy proved useful for her task, and in record time the living room and kitchen were brought to their typical spotless condition. She even moved some furniture around with surprising ease to collect any dirt and dust underneath. These new muscles aren’t just for show! She thought to herself with bemusement.

As Colleen took in a deep breath and admired her handiwork, she felt a familiar surge of energy. Her muscles filled out further, and she stood taller. The sleeves on her sweater were growing tight, and another half-inch of her increasingly chiseled abdomen came into sight. Her legs in particular were becoming downright spectacular: a thick, ripped quadriceps bulged above calves bursting with untapped power. Even the mere act of walking caused her lower half to ripple to and fro; and of course, her juicy bottom and hips effortlessly swayed with each motion.

I suppose that ensuring the household is nice and clean would spread some cheer as well. Colleen reasoned in regards to her recent power-up.

Colleen was somewhat surprised that the boys were still in bed, and considered what else she should do with the extra time. She decided on laundry, there was a load that could be done, and freshly washed clothing was always enjoyable.

Her mind set, Colleen grabbed the laundry basket, hoisting it into the air, and giggling at how light it felt. She made her way to the basement and loaded up the washing machine. While she was down there, she eyed the makeshift gym they had setup. Colleen approached a pull-up bar, and on a lark leapt up, grabbing onto it. She started performing pull ups with ease; her powerful upper body straining even further against the sweater struggling to cover it. Colleen couldn’t help but giggle as she passed the 10 repetition mark: she had struggled to perform even a handful of pull ups in the past.

Colleen was starting to see the appeal of being strong. It was intoxicating to have so much power at her fingertips, and she felt amazing. She wanted more, and the fact that she could gain it from doing good deeds made it even sweeter.

5.)

Eager to test out her new body and find even more good deeds to perform, Sally started running. Her powerful legs propelled her with ease, and she possessed seemingly endless stamina. Sally had always been an active child who got plenty of exercise, but now she felt unstoppable.

Eventually she came across an elderly man futilely struggling to unload a Christmas tree from the back of his vehicle. By now Sally was significantly more muscular than him, so the traces of caution she felt towards strangers had all but vanished.

Sally ran over, greeted the man merry Christmas, and asked what he was up to. He explained that due to a series of convoluted circumstances, he wasn’t able to procure a Christmas tree until now. He wanted to surprise his wife by having it setup that morning, but was having immense difficulties getting it inside.

“Oh, let me help with that mister!” Sally offered.

“Ah, but you’re just a little girl.” He replied.

Sally shot him a no-nonsense expression before flexing up her right arm, a staggering softball of power popped up, “Come on sir, I eat my Wheaties!”

“Well… all right.”

Sally giggled and surprised him by grabbing onto the tree and lifting it into the air with ease. The good deed caused her body to grow yet again, her broad back threatening to swallow the t-shirt wrapped around it whole at any moment.

The old man scrambled to open the door, and directed Sally to their living room where she put the tree down. His wife, an equally elderly lady, came in, expressing equal parts shock and delight at the sight of the Christmas tree and the muscular teenage girl who brought it inside.

Sally, who now stood taller than the stooping old man, insisted that it was no trouble at all, and she was glad to be of assistance. Despite this, the elderly lady insisted that Sally have some milk and cookies. Sally was eager to go perform more good deeds, but she could sense the lady wanted some company, so she obliged.

The muscular teen helped decorate the tree, and consumed the snacks given to her. Even more Christmas cheer entered her form, causing her to grow ever-larger. Sally flexed up an immensely impressive arm, and the old woman loving wrapped her fingers around it, giving it a hard squeeze.

6.)

Colleen was amazed to find that even doing laundry encouraged a growth spurt. She could feel her arms straining against the formerly loose sweater-sleeves, threatening to burst forth at any moment. Her staggering glutes were devouring an increasingly large portion of the dolphin-shorts, and some of her cheeks spilled out.

At last Guy Guy left his room. He was freshly showered and was also wearing a cheesy holiday sweater; though despite his moderate muscularity, he didn’t fill it out nearly as much as his mother did hers.

Guy greeted his mother in the kitchen, and let out an audible gasp as he realized Colleen stood at the same proud 6 feet of height he did. Then he nearly fell over at the sight of her huge, bulging legs.

“Ah. Yeah sweetie, I’m not too sure how to explain this, but I’ve been, er… growing this morning.” Colleen giggled.

“H-how?!” Guy had lost his calm and cool demeanor; this was too much for him to handle. Especially since he had lost all knowledge of the events of Growth Drive: Meta High.

“Mmm… Well, this will sound crazy, but I guess my results prove it isn’t: I got a peculiar letter from Santa this morning. It told me that if I ‘spread holiday cheer’ then I’ll be rewarded. I’m guessing that these muscles are the reward.” She giggled again.

Guy gulped.

“So Guy? What do you think of my legs?” Colleen asked, extending a single stem – a massive quadricep bulged out in response.

He gulped again. “They’re… really awesome to be honest.”

“It must be kind of weird for you that this is happening. Considering your… tastes and all.”

Guy nodded, finally regaining some cool, “I have to admit that it is.”

“Well, at least you’re honest. You know, it’s been hidden beneath this sweater, but I imagine my upper body is becoming pretty intense…”

Guy fidgeted a bit.

“Would you like that Guy? To see what’s underneath this sweater?” Colleen asked with a smirk.

“Ah… Well, this is awkward. But yeah.” He conceded.

“Alrighty then.” Colleen winked before taking in a huge breath, expanding her lungs to their full capacity, and flexing her broad chest. The sweater split down the center, and with another heave Colleen’s proud cleavage burst forth.

Christmas spirit was already empowering her further. With another heave, the sweater completely split down the center; Colleen’s t-shirt was effectively little more than a sports-bra now, and her immense abdominals were fully revealed: each individual ‘pac’ was thick and blocky in appearance; ropey blue veins snaked alongside them, and her handsome bellybutton was accentuated by its surroundings.

“Hmmm, grew again.” Colleen observed with a grin. “Must be that seeing these muscles of mine has brought you holiday cheer!” she giggled profusely, her abs cascading as a result.

Guy blushed a bit.

“Wow Guy. I knew you liked muscles after that whole FaceTweet incident. But your own mother?” She chuckled.

“It’s not like that!”

“It’s fine Guy. It must be really tough for you since this new body of mine is nothing like what you grew up seeing me with. You can look and maybe cope a couple of flexes. It’s okay dear.” Despite the morning’s transformation, she still retained her motherly warmth.

Colleen now stood taller than Guy, and she was considerably broader everywhere aside from the waist – she still had a sharp hourglass figure. She brought her arms up and slowly flexed them; even the loose fabric of the sweater couldn’t contain her muscles any longer, and her sharp, split peaks piqued through, ripping them in the process. “You wanna do the honors?” She asked, presenting her arms to Guy, clearly offering for him to tear the fabric off.

Somewhat abashedly, Guy accepted. He removed the fabric, and was unable to keep his eyes off of the immense biceps that were recently freed. They had a peak and split unlike any he had ever seen on a woman (at least in this timeline), yet still emanated feminine warmth. Unable to control himself, he dug his fingers into them, utterly unable to condense the steel-hard muscles.

“It’s kind of weird though.” Colleen interrupted, “Not your tastes. Rather the fact that I’ve been gaining strength from really mundane things, like cleaning the house and doing laundry.”

“Well, it is true that even the mundane things you do add up and benefit our lives. In a way this helps prove it, and I’m glad you’re being rewarded.”

“Oh Guy! My big, perfect Guy!” Colleen kissed him on the forehead, “Though it looks like you’re going to be my little guy again. No offense honey.”

Guy dared not protest – it was true. Colleen was already taller and broader than him, plus her 18 inch pythons had fully eclipsed Guy’s moderately impressive arms. And there was no telling just how big she could become!

7.)

Sally felt like she was on top of the world as she ran around looking for another good deed to perform. She was so fast, strong, and brimming with vitality! Her thick trunk-like legs strained against her pants, ready to destroy them at any moment. The full extent of her bulbous cannon-ball deltoids slipped out from her t- shirt; deep striations along them proudly visible.

The few people who were outside gawked and stared at the muscular girl wonder. Sally didn’t mind – she liked the attention, and hoped that maybe she could inspire them somehow.

Before long, she finally encountered her next target. A woman was being mugged! “Are you kidding me!?” Sally exclaimed. “It’s Christmas!”

Despite the danger of the situation, Sally burst into action. The mere act of initiating this much heroism spurred further growth, Sally’s arms bulged forth to 18 inches of sheer power; micro tears formed along the remnants of her t-shirt’s sleeves.

With all of her might, Sally slammed a beefy shoulder into the attacker. The mugger was knocked several feet back, left sprawling across the street. “Woops! Don’t know my own strength!” Sally exclaimed, “Sorry. I think? You were doing a bad thing though!”

The woman profusely thanked Sally. The teen stood several inches taller than her, and was almost twice as wide. Sally insisted it was no problem at all, and her body grew even larger; her quadriceps began to split at the seams of her jeans. Finding this bothersome, Sally bent down and tore the denim straight off, revealing her immense legs.

Sally strolled over to the would-be attacker. She loomed over him menacingly, placing her hands on her hips – projecting an imposing V of muscular power.

“Please don’t hurt me miss!” he groveled.

“Oh, I’m not going to hurt you mister.” Sally said. She turned her head to the woman she saved, “Call the police already!”

The mugger began crawling away, trying to escape. Sally took a single stride with her now long legs, blocking his path. “No way mister.” She bent down, grabbed him by the collar, and effortlessly lifted him up, bringing them to eye level. The man was in hysterics – despite her huge frame and bulging muscles, Sally still had a face belonging to a teenage girl. He futilely grabbed onto her arms, but found that they were harder than rock, and practically pulsating with power.

“What… what are you going to do?!” he cried.

“Well, we’re going to wait for the police. But in the meantime, you and I are going to talk about what led you to doing such a terrible thing on Christmas. Hopefully I can help!” She grinned wildly.

The mugger’s heart was already beginning to melt. And before long, even more Christmas cheer would fill Sally’s bosom.

– To be continued!

[AlexG]

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“I like a good story well told. That is the reason I am sometimes forced to tell them myself.”
~ Mark Twain / Samuel Clemens (1907)

[MagnusMagneto]

Holiday Cheer Chapter 2
By MagnusMagneto

1.)

Guy tried his hardest not to stare at his mother, who was bent over in front of the stove putting turkey in it. But Guy couldn’t help himself, and he begrudgingly glanced at the jutting hamstrings in front of him, his heart fluttering a bit at their incredible definition and girth.

Right as the turkey reached the back of the stove, Colleen’s thick thighs thickened further; the small gap at their apex closed further as her stems widened and her calves bulged out even further. The dolphin shorts rode up higher between her growing glutes; the garment was effectively reduced to a mere thong – almost every inch of Colleen’s rock-hard and outrageously bubble-shaped posterior was visible.

Her task complete, Colleen stood up even taller; the V-taper of her broad back was becoming impressively massive – deep valleys of definition accommodated an abundance of mass. Her bowling-ball deltoids stretched the remaining sleeves of her t-shirt so much that it was becoming constrictive on her range of motion.

With a shrug, Colleen reached up and tore the offending cloth straight off – effortlessly ripping through the fabric like mere tissue paper. A few moments later, and her godlike shoulders breathed free.

Satisfied, Colleen placed her hands behind her head and turned around; the huge collection of muscle around and beneath her arms metaphysically exuded dominance – though this wasn’t Colleen’s conscious intention.

Scouring the kitchen for any unfinished tasks, Colleen noticed that the trash bin was nearly overflowing. Without hesitation, she walked over to it.

“This is normally your job, but… Well…” Colleen said to Guy before winking and hoisting the bag up, her 19-inch arm swelling in response.

She forgot that the temperature was 10 below freezing and opened the back door; a cold gust of wind chilled Guy, yet Colleen seemed unaffected. Absentmindedly, she walked out onto the porch and closed the door behind her.

<>How strange… I’m not cold at all.<> Colleen thought to herself. She looked down at her massive arm, and noticed that there were no goosebumps whatsoever. Colleen took in a deep breath, her larger, stronger lungs inhaling a massive amount of air. The brisk winter smelled better than she remembered.

She glanced down and remembered she was barefoot – yet the snow didn’t bother her at all. In fact, the only thing that bothered her was how much snow had accumulated on the porch; which also must have meant that the driveway was covered too.

Colleen walked over to the outside garbage barrel and wiped a thick layer of snow off with her exposed hand. This too failed to bother her. After placing the trash bag into the container, Colleen felt yet another growth spurt come over her. Now that she was alone and outside, she indulged herself by letting out a soft groan of ecstasy, and placing her hands on her burgeoning biceps. <>Don’t want to be narcissistic, but a little self-love is a good thing. Especially considering the circumstances…<> she thought as she continued to squeeze and grope her arms, probing them for weakness that didn’t exist.

Without giving it much thought, Colleen grabbed a nearby snow shovel and started digging. Normally this was handled by the men, but her new body was so chock full of energy that Colleen was rearing to put it to good use. Her arms and shoulders rippled from the motion of transferring the snow; her core, legs, and glutes similarly danced.

Guy was watching out the window, awestruck. What was his mother thinking? Wasn’t she cold? She was wearing barely anything in proportion to her body. He could see thick clouds of perspiration coming from her mouth, and cringed at the sight of her bare feet moving to and fro in the snow.

Chills ran down Guy’s spine as he realized his mother wasn’t just strong now – she was utterly immune to the cold. This meant that she was superhuman to some degree.

Colleen continued clearing the snow with far greater speed than even both Guy and his father would have accomplished. As endorphins rushed through her enhanced form, Colleen realized that it didn’t feel like a chore at all; instead she loved engaging her new body in physical activity.

Unsure of what he should do, Guy decided to bundle up with a sweater, thicker pants, boots, gloves, and a heavy coat, before heading outside. He was immediately hit by how cold it was, and wished he had the foresight to wear a hat.

2.)

Guy staggered out into the cold. His boots made deep tracks in the thick snow, and he wondered again how his mother could handle this barefoot. Within moments, he was already shivering from lack of a hat and scarf. Colleen had already finished clearing off the back porch in the time it took him to dress up. He meandered to the front, where his mother was diligently making progress with the front driveway.

Guy was taken aback by the visage of his mother: tall, broad, and proud – her robust limbs were so sharply defined that the smallest movement set into motion a visual symphony of muscles. She had so much energy, and even from afar he could sense warmth emanating of off her – more than enough warmth to conquer the cold. Her shovel strokes were all at once fast, calculated, and powerful – collecting far more snow than Guy could manage to in a single heave.

Not wanting to be a free-loader, Guy grabbed a nearby shovel and got to work. Guy was a tall, athletic young man nearing the prime of life, so he had no trouble with the task – aside from his face and ears becoming increasingly cold. But despite his ability, Colleen was still removing snow at two… no, three or possibly even four times his pace! She could not only gather twice as much on her shovel, but she moved two times faster than him!

Noticing that her son had joined in, Colleen pushed herself even further – invoking some good-natured competition. The gap in their snow-clearing prowess widened. Worse yet, due to the cold (and awestricken from watching his mother), Guy was slowing down!

Colleen’s longer legs were capable of striding further and faster than Guy’s. And despite her lack of footwear she was somehow less inhibited by the snow. Her incredible body seemed to possess an endless amount of stamina; in fact, the more Colleen was challenged, the more energetic she felt – as if her muscles were compensating for the task.

“Yup, there’s definitely going to be some changes around here.” Colleen said as she passed her son, overflowing shovel of snow in hand.

Guy gulped. He wasn’t sure he liked the sound of that. “What… what kind of changes?”

Colleen waited a few seconds for dramatic effect, clearing yet another massive collection of snow. “Well… For starters…”

Guy fidgeted.

Colleen continued, “For starters, all of the hard work like this is going to be handled by me!” she giggled. “You boys have done a good job over the years, but it’s only fair that someone with a body like mine takes care of the physical labor.”

“Oh…” Guy let out a sigh of relief. “Anything else?”

“Well, since I have so much more energy now, I’ll be a little more hands-on with you and your sister.”

“Hands-on?”

“Yeah, metaphorically.” Colleen uncovered yet another swath of snow – the driveway was almost fully cleared. “That means I’ll be helping you and your sister discover your passions and excel in life.”

“Oh…” Another sigh of relief. “Isn’t that what you already do?”

“Awww, so sweet!” Colleen grinned before clearing the second to last patch of snow, “I try. But now I’ll be a lot better at it.”

“Right.”

Colleen gathered the last bit of snow, “So things will be about the same – except I’ll be more… well, me! A lot more of me.” She explained.

With the driveway fully cleared, Colleen felt another surge. Guy’s stomach churned with anticipation as he watched his mother simultaneously grow an inch taller, and a few inches broader. He now had to significantly look up to meet his eyes with hers.

Then the cold really set in. Guy began to unintentionally chatter his teeth, and his ears were turning slightly blue.

“Guy Guy! Where’s your hat?” Colleen scolded with a motherly tone, closing the distance between them. She was so much wider than him now – Guy had some moderate pecs of his own, but he quickly estimated that one of Colleen’s held more mass than both of his combined. Her waist had finally thickened a bit beyond his, but it still held no fat at all – instead it was packed with dense, powerful muscle.

“Uhh…”

She brought her hands up to his ears. While their temperature didn’t bother her, she could sense that they were dangerously chilly. “You silly oaf! Come here.” She wrapped her tremendous arms behind his head and brought it to her massive pectorals.

Before Guy could object, he was blanketed by warmth emerging from his mother. In a matter of moments, the beginning stages of frostbite were fully cured; and strangely enough – Guy felt more invigorated in general.

Guy noticed that his mother’s long, luxurious hair was also encroached around him; it seemed fuller and thicker than before – at the very least it had grown in proportion to her body. Guy couldn’t help but blush as he felt her supernaturally firm breasts press against him. He hated feeling this way towards his mother’s form, but he’d simply have to deal with it for the time being.

“Mmm, you know what would be real fun?” Colleen purred – even her voice was richer and more resonant.

“What?”

“A nice cozy fire. I’ll go chop some wood!”

3.)

After being sent inside to get a hat (he considered resisting, but then realized how ridiculously powerful his mother had become), Guy stood outside, watching his mother play lumberjack.

She didn’t take down any new trees, but rather was splitting logs that Frederick had purchased a while back – it was one of his hobbies. With a grunt, Colleen’s immense limbs hurled the axe down, and it effortlessly split the wood. Colleen continued to diligently produce lumber – a few beads of sweat dripped onto the ground, and her powerful arms pumped up from the effort.

Guy couldn’t help but liken his mother to some kind of Nordic superwoman – a mythological figure even. There she was, out in the freezing cold, her legs, torso, and arms fully bare – not even wearing gloves as she grunted away, splicing wood into manageable bits – all with a cheery grin on her face.

With a good deal of firewood chopped, Colleen bent down and grabbed two large bundles of wood, one under each arm. Guy tried to chip in by carrying some as well – but only managed to pick up half of what his mother could.

–

They were back inside, and Colleen was placing chopped wood into the fireplace. Guy had taken off his winter clothes and was back in more comfortable attire.

“Hey, not trying to be weird or anything, but can you raise your arms up?” Guy asked.

“Hmm? Want to check out my bod? Like I said Guy, I understand this is all very bizarre, so it’s cool with me.” She said before complying; dizzyingly defined serratus anterior muscles filled Guy’s sight.

“You look great of course, but…” He brought his finger up and traced the area where Colleen carried the firewood: it was perfectly smooth as always – smoother than before the transformation even. “See here – despite having that wood brushing against you, there isn’t a single scratch.”

Colleen looked down and brought her own hand up, blushing a bit at how it was now (or rather, once again) larger than her son’s. “You’re right.” She said, “I guess I should be all scratched up from that…”

Guy clasped his mother’s hand, and extended her palm outward, “Not a single blister or blemish here too.” He said, tracing the center a little, “Softer skin than mine.” He added.

“Well, let’s not dwell on it too long.” Colleen said turning to ignite the fireplace. “Let’s just enjoy the day and its surprises.” As the logs set ablaze, even more Christmas cheer filled Colleen – causing her to tower even further over Guy.

Guy couldn’t help but stare at his mother’s right bicep. Now measuring at 22 inches, it was larger than almost all male bodybuilders’, and was more pleasantly shaped than theirs. A few massive veins ran alongside it, distributing whatever super powered blood coursed throughout Colleen’s system.

“How… are you feeling?” Guy asked.

Colleen smirked, “Better than ever! Like I could take on the world, really.”

“That’s good. I guess I was afraid there could be negative side effects or something.” Guy explained.

“The only side effect I can think of is an overwhelming urge to test my muscles out!” Colleen giggled before walking over to the roaring fireplace and picking up a thick metal poker.

“Are you going to…” Guy started.

Colleen merely winked. As her immense forearms bunched forward, the instrument began to bend, warping to her might. “This is a lot easier than I thought it would be.” She said, slightly perplexed at how effortlessly she bent it into a U shape.

With an equal amount of ease, Colleen straightened the poker back out, and gently put it down.

Then an idea came into her head: “You know what goes really good with a cozy fireplace?” she asked Guy

“What?”

“Well, you just sit right down and wait.” Colleen said, motioning towards the couch.

Guy complied, taking a seat.

4.)

Colleen returned 10 minutes later with two frothing mugs of hot cocoa in her grasp. Guy was sitting on the couch, and she couldn’t help but internally giggle at how obedient he had become – though Guy and Sally both rarely ever disobeyed reasonable requests from their parents.

As Colleen handed the hot chocolate to her son, yet another surge of Christmas cheer overcame her. Guy stared at the her forearms, the muscles in them were likely as large as his biceps – and doubtlessly stronger too.

Next he brought his gaze up to her now 23-inch arms: the peak at their apex was unlike anything he had witnessed before. Even the fantasy femmuscle art he had seen, despite its high quality, failed to replicate the living majesty of Colleen’s biceps. Of course, no living human had arms like hers, so there was no reference for them to work off of.

Colleen now towered over her son. Her clothing was so tight, and the outlines of her form were so visible, that she may as well have been naked. In truth, Colleen hadn’t even thought of it – she felt so comfortable that clothing was more of a nuisance than anything else.

The bottom of her t-shirt crept up to her ribcage, leaving eight bulging abdominals readily visible. Guy could have become lost staring at her torso – the individual muscles had so much detail and definition that one could spend an hour trying to discern each miniscule element.

She took a seat in a chair across from Guy: a handsome and sturdy wooden coffee table sat between them.

“I know the whipped cream and marshmallows are empty calories, but it’s Christmas.” Colleen mused out loud, referring to the cocoa.

“I don’t think you need to worry about empty calories anymore. I imagine your metabolism is off the charts now.” Guy replied.

“Oooh! Good point!” Colleen was overcome with girlish delight as she considered that her new body could likely demolish a gallon of ice cream without gaining an ounce of pudge. “Though I have to wonder if I need food at all anymore.” She asked out loud.

“Why wouldn’t you need food?” Guy prompted.

“I mean… I did like triple my mass without eating a morsel. Pretty sure that’s scientifically impossible!” she explained.

“Oh, right.”

As Guy brought the beverage to his lips, the first sip scolded his tongue. He panted profusely, trying to cool his mouth down. Guy looked over at his mother, and noticed her nonchalantly gulping down a large portion of her drink.

“Isn’t that burning you?” Guy asked, fanning his tongue a bit.

Colleen took another clean swig before lowering her mug, “Hmm… I guess it is awfully warm. Can’t say it bothers me though. Sorry to see you got burnt!” She resumed drinking the liquid as if it were lukewarm.

“Mom…” Guy started, trying to think of how best to phrase what he wanted to say, “Don’t you find it kind of strange that you were able to hang out in the snow almost naked, and now drink that scolding hot beverage like it’s nothing?”

Colleen raised a brow, “Isn’t it strange that I’m spontaneously turning into an amazon just by doing simple chores around the house?”

“Yes… it is.” Guy agreed. “But still… Even someone that buff would be bothered by hot and cold.”

“I guess that’s true.” She scratched the back of her head, a deep pocket of tricep and lat muscle erupted under her arm. Colleen thought about it for a moment and giggled, “Does that mean I’m developing super powers?”

Guy gulped.

She continued, “I know you’re into those as well. It’s just power in general that you like, isn’t it? In the hands of a woman that is.”

“I… guess.” Guy stroked his chin, “I never really thought about it in depth before.”

“Like I said, I don’t mind. Let’s just hope we can find you an appropriate amazon outside of the family, so you won’t have to stare at me forever.” She chuckled.

“Right.” Guy tentatively poked his mug a couple of times, testing its temperature before meekly sipping it again – finding that it was still too warm.

Feeling a little playful, Colleen chugged the rest of her drink and let out a satisfied ‘ahhh’ before gently placing the mug down. “I guess I am much tougher now than I ‘should’ be. Makes me wonder if I’ll get any other cool powers.” She giggled again, “Hope you don’t mind sharing a roof with a super powered mom!”

“I’m just glad that you’re so… okay with, well, you know. My tastes. And the circumstances.”

Colleen shrugged her broad shoulders, “Like I said, this body of mine isn’t the same as the woman who raised you. And believe me, I’m going to use my new powers to help find a suitable woman for you to direct your interest towards.”

As his mother said this, another nagging came in the back of Guy’s mind: wasn’t he dating someone? No, not Cindy. Someone else… And he seemed to recall she was insanely muscular – like far more than Colleen. No, that couldn’t be right – he certainly wouldn’t forget something that important.

“Ground control to Major Guy!” Colleen giggled.

“Oh, sorry. Just have a lot on my mind.”

She nodded, “Understandable. And hey, like I said before, nothing wrong with having a little fun with the situation, as long as we keep boundaries and have a mutual understanding.”

“Right.” Guy nodded. “Thanks again.”

“No need to thank me, I’m your mother.”

5.)

A few idle moments passed. Guy tried his hardest to not stare at his mother’s body, but ultimately failed, sneaking glances at her otherworldly thighs. Colleen had somehow managed to cross her legs, despite the unfathomable girth of her legs; her arms were proudly spread across the back of her seat, granting her body language reminiscent of a dominant queen; yet Colleen still had a certain aura of girlish playfulness to her.

Colleen leaned forward a little, “So… We’re supposed to arm wrestle now, right?” she asked with a smirk.

“Huh? Why would we do that?” Guy replied. “Seems pretty one sided. I have no issue with admitting that.”

“Oh come on now Guy. I’ve read some of those er, ‘FMG’? stories?”

Guy’s face turned flush red.

Colleen continued: “I don’t want to be too overbearing, but I figured that I should understand what my son was looking at. Have to say that they weren’t as bad as I imagined. Some were a bit darker than I’d like… but hey – there’s worse stuff out there. Anyways, that seems to be something that happens in most of them: the girl who recently grew armwrestles a guy – usually someone who used to be stronger than her.”

As Guy thought about it, he realized just how much the day’s events were playing out like an FMG story. Then something else niggled at the back of his head: the feeling that he had actually agreed to and helped tailor this fantasy. But his own mother? That was kind of weird… though he couldn’t help but admit that he was enjoying himself. And his mother seemed happy. Why wouldn’t she? She was now an unstoppable amazon, impervious to heat and cold; and there was no telling just how powerful she could become.

“Is that what you’d like?” Guy asked.

“I think you’d like it too.” Colleen sat down in front of the living room table, placing her elbow on it; even at rest, the massive 23-inch arm was dominating to look at.

After a moment of hesitation, Guy finally gave in. It was true: he really did want to experience her strength. He sat down and they clasped hands – yet another reminder that her digits were significantly longer than his now.

Colleen led with a countdown, then Guy started to push. Unsurprisingly, he was utterly unable to move his mother’s arm whatsoever. Colleen was a little shocked – truthfully, she wasn’t exerting any discernible effort at all.

“You’re supposed to use two hands now, right?” Colleen asked with a smirk.

Guy considered objecting, but she was right: that was the common trope. He brought up his other hand and grabbed on. And yet, despite using both of his hands, Colleen’s might was completely insurmountable. She was so powerful, warm, and brimming with energy; with each passing moment, more vitality emanated from her form – while stamina continued to seep from Guy.

“I’m pretty sure…” Guy started between strained breaths, “That you’re a lot stronger than you’re ‘supposed’ to be as well.”

“I suppose you’re right.” Colleen agreed. “I guess my muscles are further enhanced with the same Christmas cheer that protects me from injury.” The situation was surreal – staring as her tall, athletic son was utterly incapable of budging her arm with both of his. In fact, Guy had inadvertently started putting more of his body into the task – activating his legs and back in the process. She didn’t just have more strength in her arm than he did in both of his – she had more power in that bicep than his entire body.

Then it came. Another surge of Christmas cheer. Guy gulped as he watched the indomitable arm become even more so – the insane ball of power swelling up to 24 inches of enhanced super-muscle.

“I knew you wanted to do this!” Colleen giggled with a wink.

“Yeah, I guess so…” Guy could somehow sense that there was even more power behind her arm, which was equal parts thrilling and terrifying to sit across from.

“This is a bit like that story you favorited. What was it? ‘Mother Knows Best’ I think?” Colleen said.

Guy grunted as he tried to budge his mother’s arm at all, then responded: “A bit I guess. I think the circumstances are lot more… pleasant for both of us.” A bead of sweat fell from his forearm, but it was pointless – Guy was further away from making any progress than when he started.

“True, you’re a much nicer son than Cory was. At least before they reconciled with each other.” Colleen said.

A few more moments of Guy aimlessly toiling passed. “Had your fill yet?” Colleen asked.

“I guess so.”

“Alrighty.” With a slow, controlled motion, Colleen gently brought both of her son’s hands down to the coffee table, as if she weren’t hindered whatsoever.

6.)

Triumphant, Colleen took in a deep breath, her heaving breasts stretched her t-shirt to its limits; Guy could even see the deep ridges and veins running along her pectoral muscles through the fabric. Next she tensed her chest, causing those details to become even more exaggerated – if it weren’t for the largest breasts Guy had ever seen on a living person, Colleen’s chest would have been downright intimidating to look at.

During her showboating, the remnants of the t-shirt tore in half. Colleen quickly turned away in time to spare Guy from her exposed bosom, though Guy was treated to a glimpse of the full splendor of her monumental back.

Colleen quickly scrambled into the kitchen where she threw an apron on. She returned to the living room. Colleen’s wide lats spilled out from behind the apron; even though it covered her front, her abs were so thick that their outline could be seen through the fabric. And of course, the apron utterly failed to conceal her backside whatsoever.

“So what do you think my alias should be?” She asked.

“Huh?”

“You know… I’m impervious to the elements, possess immense strength and seemingly limitless stamina, and I keep improving all the time. I may as well become a superhero!” she explained with a grin.

Guy blinked a couple of times.

Colleen continued, “I was thinking of SuperMom, but that sounds a little too cliché. UltraMom? Same problem…”

“Uhm… Speaking of which, you haven’t tested to see if you’ve developed any other powers, have you?” Guy asked.

“Hmmm…” Colleen thought about it and focused. She recalled the kinds of abilities comic book heroes possessed, then suddenly… “Oh my goodness gracious…!” Colleen almost swore, but she caught herself in time. “I… I can see through the walls!” she announced.

Guy’s eyes became wide as dinnerplates, and his stomach churned. He wasn’t that surprised – his mother was already showing supernatural powers, with the resistance to temperature and injury… but this was even further. His mother wasn’t just becoming incredibly strong and durable – she was gaining other superpowers as well!

Colleen began giddily scanning the house, reveling in how she could now check up on any part of it any time she wanted. “Don’t worry, I’ll be careful to not intrude upon your, er, private time.” Colleen said as she scanned Guy’s room.

But before Guy could respond, Colleen’s vision poured into Sally’s room, where she noticed that her daughter wasn’t there! “Guy! Where’s your sister!?” Panic and motherly instinct was quickly setting in.

“I have no idea.” Guy replied, “I didn’t know she wasn’t here.”

“Oh my goodness… I should have known something was suspicious! It’s not like your sister to hole herself up in her room.” Colleen cursed at herself underneath her breath.

“Hey, look over here.” Guy said, pointing to the door. There was a piece of paper attached to it.

Colleen gazed in its direction, and zoomed her vision in to read its contents: “Ah… Sally is out and left a note.” She explained, “And she’s out… to ‘spread holiday cheer’…”

“Why would Sally go out looking to spread Holiday Cheer…?” Colleen said out loud before stopping herself. She quickly activated her super-vision and directed it to Sally’s room again. Before long, she noticed the envelope and letter from ‘Santa’ sitting on her bed. With a little more effort, Colleen read its contents. “Sally… Sally got the same letter from Santa that I did!”

This news proved too much for Guy to handle: it was enough to handle his mother turning into a superwoman, but his sister too!? In a daze, he began to faint, falling directly into his mother’s brawny arms.

– To be continued!

[MagnusMagneto]

1.) Some Time After Chapter 2

Guy Guy slowly regained his consciousness. He was in bed? His throat was dry. Minor headache was setting in. “What happened?” he groaned with a raspy voice.

A rich, deep, and distinctly familiar voice filled Guy’s ears, Sweetie! it said. Subconsciously, the voice instilled Guy with warmth and energy; though he was too dazed to realize it.

Guy rubbed his eyes. After clearing his vision, he let out an involuntary yelp – Colleen was floating in mid-air!

In the middle of his spacious bedroom, Guy’s mother was levitating two feet above the ground. Her broad back was turned to him; long, lustrous hair cascaded down to her waist – longer than he remembered.

Colleen sat cross-legged, her posture perfect, and her massive quadriceps pushing against each other. Her V-tapered upper-body bulged against the extra-large sweatshirt adorning it; with each breath Colleen took, the entirety of the fabric pulsed rhythmically.

Guy realized that wasn’t her sweatshirt – it was his! Glancing down, he recognized his sweat-pants outlining her tree-trunk thighs. Colleen must have grown too large to be decently covered by her older clothes, and resorted to wearing his.

He rubbed his eyes again. The image of his Amazonian mother became clearer. So that wasn’t a dream after all. He thought to himself. He was equally excited and terrified at the possibilities this new reality presented.

Guy’s mental faculties slowly returned with each second. He realized that Colleen was significantly larger than before. During his time out, she must have spread a lot more holiday cheer. How long was he asleep for anyways?

Before he could say a word, Colleen’s voice entered his mind again, You were out for a couple of hours. it answered.

Guy blinked a couple of times. That was odd. Was it his imagination, or did his mother just answer the question he was thinking of? Or maybe she simply intuited he would ask that? Or maybe he was imagining all of this…

Still levitating, Colleen turned to face him: Her eyes and mouth remained completely closed, as if she were continuously meditating the entire time.

The voice returned: You passed out sweetie. I guess you were overwhelmed by what was happening. Anyways, I quickly tucked you into bed, then spent some time with your father, and helped the neighbors a bit… Then I decided to come back and watch over you while you recovered.

“You’re… you’re so much bigger though…” He replied.

Colleen’s chuckle entered his mind again, It seems that an appreciation for muscular women runs in the family. Also more popular with the neighbors than you might imagine. It doesn’t take much to spread cheer when a letting someone squeeze your biceps, or doing some household chores fits the criteria…

Then it hit Guy: Colleen was still in the same meditative position – her mouth had remained closed. “Umm… How are you talking to me?!” Guy yelled, his heart racing.

Relax sweetie. It’s a telepathic connection. I’m practicing a new power of mine. The voice explained – Colleen’s physical body remained perfectly serene, continuing to slowly inhale and exhale.

“Wh-what!?” Guy sputtered. The presence of another voice in his head was disorienting and terrifying.

Oh. You can just think about things, and I’ll hear them. His mother’s voice replied with a mental giggle.

‘You… you’re in my head!?’ Guy internally shouted.

Colleen’s body chuckled – a brilliant smile met her face, and a symphony of invincible muscles danced in response.

Like I said, new power I’ve picked up. I’ve gotten quite a few of them while you were asleep. She said to him telepathically.

“Hey!” Guy shouted in real life, “Hold on – probing my thoughts isn’t okay! That’s a major violation of my privacy.” he gulped, nervous despite his gusto.

Colleen chuckled again, her body still entirely serene. Don’t worry, I haven’t pried that much. Truthfully, there isn’t much about you I didn’t already know. Her voice explained.

“Okay… But this is still all really weird.” Guy finally got out of bed, and slowly approached his levitating mother. It was absurd to behold: A massive, musclebound Amazonian woman, literally sitting cross-legged in his bedroom, floating in mid-air. And most surreal of all, it was his mother!

Suddenly, Colleen opened her eyes, and smiled broadly. Her eyes, teeth, and hair all shone with brilliance that far exceeded what Guy remembered of this morning. Slowly, she uncrossed her legs, and floated onto her feet.

As Colleen stood to her full height, Guy craned his neck upward to look at her. She had grown considerably since he last saw her, and now stood a proud six-and-a-half feet of height. The vast expanse of her muscular shoulders–which were now easily twice as broad as Guy’s–made her towering height exponentially more imposing.

Guy involuntarily gulped again. He wasn’t consciously afraid of his mother, but he was still acclimating to being in the presence of such a formidable being. Guy barely recognized his old sweatshirt and pants as they stretched across Colleen’s broad limbs. The top was particularly tight all over: her cannonball deltoids, bulging chest, and lats–combined with her superior height–pushed the fabric up enough to reveal half of her rippling eight-pack; even her obliques were larger and more prominent than Guy’s own central abdominals.

“Wanna touch ’em?” Colleen said, skimming Guy’s surface level thoughts.

“I’m really not sure if I should…”

“Do you trust me?” She asked, her sparkling eyes bearing directly into his soul. Her voice was rich and resonant, completely filling the room.

Of course Guy trusted Colleen, she was his mother! And yet… the being in front of him – this was not the person who had raised him. Not physically at least. This was a towering statue of feminine muscle chiseled with the artistry of Michelangelo – not the mere mortal woman he used to know.

Even from a few feet away, Guy could feel the raw heat and energy radiating off of her body. He took a stride towards her, closing the distance; the sensation of heat intensified as its source neared. As Guy approached Colleen his sight was monopolized by his mother’s vast form; he was forced to confront the amazon in all her glory.

The difference in their height became more apparent: Colleen–who was originally shorter–now stood nearly an entire head taller than Guy. Colleen’s body was impossibly vast and broad. Her lats spilled out from behind her chest.

Guy estimated Colleen’s biceps were nearing 30 inches of circumference, yet her arms were so long the muscles didn’t seem cumbersome. Even with the sweatshirt covering them, Guy could see finger-thick veins peeking through. Guy noticed he could hear his mother’s slow, steady heart beating – it took a full two seconds for each pulse, and her entire body quivered slightly as the superpowered blood circulated. Even her breaths were deep; vast lungs expanding with more air – absorbing more oxygen than Guy’s could ever hope to. It was incredible to merely observe the ecosystem of Colleen’s body – a marvel of biological perfection.

“Go ahead and squeeze ’em. They’re just muscles.” Colleen’s voice broke his trance. “I don’t think there’s anyone else on the planet with abs that can compare. Or any muscle group for that matter…”

“Yes but…” Guy softly protested. If only these muscles belonged to any other woman… Guy thought to himself before quickly remembering Colleen was apparently telepathic now. He glanced up and involuntarily gulped a little, trying to suppress his thoughts, hoping she didn’t hear them. But maybe she could just dig a little deeper and find his memories? Or maybe she could simply sense what he was feeling – she was his mother after all.

“Listen buster. There’s only a few ways this whole Amazonian superpowered mom thing will end. Either I lose all the muscle and power once Christmas ends. Or I’ll keep it, and possibly even become even more overpowered. Would you agree with this?”

Guy nodded.

Colleen continued: “So. If I do end up losing all of this, I’d highly advise you go ahead and touch them, since this might be the only chance you have.”

“Right… But… what if you don’t lose them?”

Colleen smirked, “In that case, it’s even more important you have a feel now. You need to get used to the existence of this much feminine beef in your life. The last thing I need is for you to act all… well, no offense dear, but weird around me.”

Guy knew that she was right. Either this was his one opportunity to encounter abs this imposing, or he would have to get used to living under the same roof with them.

He collected himself, and slowly raised his hand.

2.)

Guy’s fingers clutched the bottom-right abdominal of Colleen’s immense core. It fit snugly in his hand, like a baseball. He was somewhat overwhelmed – the block of power was harder and warmer than he ever could have imagined. Guy gave it a light squeeze, and it felt like his fingers were being pushed back by the sheer force of the muscle’s energy.

“Are you afraid if it?” Colleen asked warmly.

“Why don’t you just read my mind to find out?” Guy replied, somewhat sassily.

Colleen chuckled, and Guy was bewildered by the eruption of movement in the core in front of him. “I suppose I could. But I’d rather not use my powers in that way.” She explained.

“Right…”

“Anyways, it won’t do either of us any good for you to be terrified of your own mother’s stomach muscles. So, I encourage you to let go and just become comfortable with it.” Colleen said. Her voice reverberated through Guy’s soul.

How could he argue with her? At last, Guy allowed himself to simply enjoy the sensation of the abdominal in his hand. And it was incredible – he found himself admiring its raw power separate from his fantasies. To his surprise (and relief), he wasn’t aroused – just awestruck by experiencing the power firsthand.

As this epiphany washed over Guy, he felt as if a tremendous burden had been lifted. But before he could celebrate for long, suddenly he felt Colleen’s torso heat up even more – utterly blanketing him in warmth.

“Uh oh…” Guy murmured as he watched Colleen’s body rumble.

“Mmm… Here we go again…” Colleen purred, letting out a soft groan of anticipation.

All at once, Colleen’s muscles creaked as their fibers were further engorged with magical power. They swelled in unison, and Colleen bit her bottom lip, “Come on… keep going…” She encouraged herself.

“Honestly Guy… It might not be in the spirit of Christmas per say, but I’ve come to really enjoy these growth spurts.” Colleen chuckled. She grew as she talked – Guy could hear her voice changing slightly as Colleeen’s vocal chords and neck muscles strengthened further. Her tone became more dominant and warm. Guy found it difficult to not engage with every word she spoke, and knew it would be an extreme challenge to disobey any command she uttered.

Colleen lazily stretched her long arms upward, the palms of her hand casually touching the ceiling. She was approaching 7 feet of height. “As much as I like being big, I do hope that the height part stops before I hit the roof. I would complain about how difficult it will be to ever get into a car again… But with legs like these, I have a feeling it might be faster to start running everywhere.”

Annunciating her statement, Colleen extended her right leg; the quadricep’s bulging teardrop of muscle pushed so tightly against the sweatpants that it threatened to rip them at any moment.

Despite his prior hesitation, Guy couldn’t help himself. He reached over and placed both hands on Colleen’s upper thigh. Even with two full hand-spans, he couldn’t cover the top-half of the limb.

And as Guy familiarized himself with the super-powered quadricep, the idea of a superpowered woman shifted from impossible fantasy to a reality staring him in the face. He knew that at any moment, just one swift twitch of this immense limb could instantly obliterate him – or any other person for that matter.

Yet… Guy also knew that his mother would never use her power in that way. In fact, the world would doubtlessly be a safer place if Colleen kept this body. And guy realized that he couldn’t say the same about most people. Yes, instead of repressing his emotions, Guy should be encouraging Colleen to achieve her full potential – and in turn, help all mankind.

“It’s incredible how many barriers we’re breaking just by standing here.” Colleen chuckled.

“Mom… stop with the mind reading please.” Guy sighed.

“I’m honestly trying not to. But after that latest power up, all your surface emotions are just… there. It’s hard to explain. I mean, as your mother, it was always pretty easy for me to read you. But now I can truly understand without having to intentionally prod at all.”

“Well… What do you think then?” Guy asked, still a little nervous.

“Hmm?”

“About what I’m feeling.” He clarified.

Colleen smiled, “I’m glad that we’re connecting like this. Even if the circumstances are… dreamlike.”

“Right.” Guy collected himself and nodded. “This is all good. Very good.”

“In fact, I’d go so far as to say we’re closer now than ever before.” Colleen added, her brilliant eyes looking down at him.

It seemed preposterous. Guy’s mother was becoming so vastly more powerful than him that it was difficult to consider her as the same species. And yet… there was truth behind her words.

A tear came to Colleen’s eye. “Oh Guy!” she said before embracing him – monopolizing all his senses.

Guy brought his arms up, and tired his best to wrap them around Colleen’s brawny frame – it proved impossible to encompass them around her back.

As they held one another, something wondrous happened: Guy felt what he best described as Colleen’s soul. Somehow, her immense mental powers allowed Colleen to connect with Guy on a spiritual level. For a moment, they understood each other – fully.

Then it came again. More cheer? Guy thought to himself as he sensed Colleen’s immense body preparing itself for another surge of growth.

All around him, Guy could feel the indomitable blanket of his mother’s body all at once becoming larger and harder.

“Mmm. I have to admit Guy, whenever you’re involved, the Cheer boosts always feel so much more… powerful.” Colleen chuckled, allowing herself to simply enjoy the transformation as it came.

As the growth ended, the sweatshirt now served as more of a crop-top, and Guy was amazed that the sleeves remained intact.

“Honestly, I’m not sure what’s more amazing – the physical or mental powers you’re gaining.” Guy said.

“Oh yeah? You like the mind stuff too? Well, I have the strangest feeling that I might have some more tricks up my sleeve…” Colleen turned her attention to a pencil on a nearby desk, and began concentrating intently, focusing all of her being on it. She let out a soft grunt, and suddenly, the pencil slowly rose into the air.

A chill ran down Guy’s spine, but this soon passed to excitement. Which in turn led to Colleen’s ability to lift things telekenetically becoming enhanced further. She let out a soft groan as more power poured into her. Her control over the pencil increased, and a few moments later she was manipulating it mid-air, waving it around, and teasing Guy with it.

“Hmm. This is a pretty useful power for my arsenal.” Colleen said, grinning as she continued manipulating various items in the room, getting a feel for the extent of her new ability.

After playing around a bit, Colleen turned her attention to Guy.

“Ah. You’d enjoy being lifted from across the room, wouldn’t you?” Colleen said with a smirk.

“I think we’ve established by now that I can’t keep any secrets from you.” Guy said.

“Oh come on. Can’t we just have fun in the moment?” Colleen said warmly, shaking her head a little.

Before Guy could reply, Colleen turned her full attention towards him, and concentrated again.

Even Colleen’s telekinetic embrace was warm. Guy should have been freaked out – he was literally being held in mid-air by the power of someone else’s mind. He had no control. There was nothing he could do. If he were to physically struggle, it would be futile.

Colleen slowly brought guy high into the air, then brought him directly at eye level with her, patted him on the head, and gently placed him back on the ground.

There was truly no way that Guy could ever hope to challenge her.

3.)

“Wait a minute. Before I passed out, didn’t you tell me that Sally received the same letter from Santa that you did?” Guy finally recalled. A chill ran down his spine at the thought of his teenage sister with superpowers.

Colleen smirked. “I was wondering when you’d remember that.” She pointed towards the television, and telekinetically turned its power button on.

The sound of a news anchor’s voice filled the air. Guy turned to the screen, and let out an audible gasp: It was Sally! A much taller, more muscular, and mature-looking Sally; but her youthful face was close enough to recognize the girl Guy grew up with.

Guy and Colleen both turned their attention to the broadcast.

The news anchor continued: “That’s right, the mysterious girl, who some have heard self-identify as ‘Sally’, ‘Super Sally’, and occasionally even ‘Santa’s Helper’ has been using her incredible abilities to help local and national charities distribute presents and goods to needy families. We’ve been unable to directly capture footage of, or interview the young woman in question, but countless citizens are sending in phone videos and pictures of her in action.”

The program showed various clips of Sally distributing presents, food, blankets, and more to the needy. In most of the clips, Sally was wearing a red Santa coat, but with the sleeves ripped off – revealing massive, bulging arms. Guy estimated they were around 24 inches of circumference. Her legs were also mostly exposed – huge trunks of power with thick veins running along them. Guy had trouble pinning down just how tall Sally was now, but she towered over almost everyone else in the footage.

He noticed that in some of the videos Sally moved faster, and utilized more powers than in others. She was definitely gaining strength and abilities over the course of this ordeal. In one especially poignant scene, Sally fired red lasers from her eyes to cook a turkey within moments, and used super-breath to cool it off.

The narration continued: “Some on social media have affectionately nicknamed her ‘Sally Claus’. Local and national authorities are unsure of what to do. Let’s turn to our panel of experts for some insights on the Sally Claus phenomenon.”

Talking heads began to argue whether the existence of a super-powered Sally spelled doom or salvation for mankind.

But Guy quickly lost interest in the commentary. “You aren’t concerned about this? Sally is out there who knows where… Probably in all sorts of dangerous places…” he said.

“I think this is an incredible opportunity for Sally to explore the world, develop herself, and help other people all at the same time.” Colleen replied, smiling.

“Seriously though. You knew that Sally is out there playing Santa? You’re ok with this?” His head was spinning. Dealing with a superpowered mother was one thing, but his sister too?

“She isn’t a little kid Guy. In some cultures she could get married or be tried as an adult. And uh… In case you haven’t noticed, she’s literally super-powered. If anything, I’m just glad she’s using her continuously growing abilities for good.”

“Yeah, but…”

Suddenly, Colleen started concentrating. Guy wondered if he was going to start floating in the air again; but a few moments passed, and he didn’t feel the telekenetic energy’s warm embrace.

“Got it. I have a telepathic connection with your sister.” Colleen said, her fingers on her temples. Guy wondered if the hand motion amplified her telepathic powers, or if she was simply imitating pop-culture.

“You do?!”

Colleen nodded, “I’m telling her everything as we speak. It’s funny how much faster you can communicate with someone this way.” She said.

Guy swallowed as he considered that Colleen could now simultaneously talk out loud while maintaining a mental conversation with someone hundreds, if not thousands, of miles away.

“She’s on her way.”

4.)

Guy didn’t have to wait long.

A few minutes later, he heard a tremendous whizzing sound in the air. Before he could react, a loud knocking came from his window. Guy glanced over and was met with Sally’s dazzling blue eyes staring at him.

Colleen glanced towards her and telekinetically opened the window. Sally floated in, bringing with her a burst of fresh, cold air.

Television failed to do her justice. Sally was big. Though not quite as large as her mother. She stood a good few inches taller than Guy’s impressive stature, and utterly eclipsed him in terms of muscular development. Guy likened her status to a little bit larger than Colleen before he passed out.

Sally’s massive arms and legs were fully visible, a display of brawn and beauty not typically associated with a Santa coat. She had a tremendous presence – merely standing still, she commanded total attention. Guy felt she commanded even more attention than Colleen. While Sally’s muscles weren’t quite as large, they fuller and harder than her mother’s.

“Guy!” Sally squealed before wrapping her arms around him. She gave him a gentle squeeze, which still exerted enough force to wind Guy. Her huge frame utterly encapsulated him. Sally was all at once incredibly warm, hard, and… soft? He couldn’t help but notice that Sally was noticeably denser than their mother – something he thought was impossible. The sheer amount of heat she gave off caused a sweat to break out on his forehead – it was like a furnace of feminine energy.

“I’m so glad to see you Guy!” Sally said, hoisting Guy into the air as if he weighed nothing at all. “Ooooh! I’m getting more powerful already! You must be glad to see me too!” Sally giggled. Guy could feel the heat from her body become more intense; her hair, eyes, and skin glistened more brightly; and he just knew that somehow those impossibly hard muscles were even harder now.

Sally put Guy on his feet, leaned over, and planted a playful kiss on the top of his forehead – something that Guy never imagined his younger sister would be capable of doing.

“H-hey Sally.” Guy said, blushing a little. He had finally come to terms with an all-powerful mother, but acclimating to Sally would require a little more time.

She has more energy than an atomic bomb. Literally. Guy thought to himself, before wondering if she could also read his mind.

Yes I can! Sally’s enthusiastic voice appeared in his head.

Sally! That’s private, stay out of my mind! Guy mentally hollered, knowing she’d hear it.

Sally gave a playful wink before furrowing her brow and staring intently at him.

Guy felt a strange tingling in his head. Hey… what are you doing!? He shouted internally.

Sally merely giggled. The sensation intensified, and was bordering on unpleasant. But before Guy could complain to his mother, it ceased.

There! Now I have ALL your memories in my brain. Like copying files from a computer! Sally’s voice giggled in his mind.

“Hey! Mom! Sally just downloaded ALL of my memories into her brain!” Guy protested. He felt like a little kid again, railing to his mother against the injustices of the world.

Colleen chuckled, “Sally, what are you going to do with this knowledge?” She asked. Even though Sally appeared to have more power than Colleen, the older woman maintained an aura of perfect confidence and poise.

Sally pursed her lips in contemplation, “Hmmm… Nothing I guess. Maybe I’ll use it to give Guy a better birthday present next time.” she suggested with a shrug.

Guy merely blinked a couple of times. “Sally… there are memories in there that I really don’t think are appropriate…”

Sally chuckled, “Guy I’ve scanned tons of brains already. Yours is one of the tamest.” She smirked.

Guy wasn’t sure whether to feel relieved or slightly insulted. He decided relieved would be easier.

“Hey, Guy, check this out!” Sally said before bringing her arm right in front of him and slowly flexing it, the massive mound of muscle pumping to prominence. “Go ahead and feel it!”

Guy couldn’t resist. He brought his hands up and squeezed the limb. “Holy sh-” he interrupted himself. The bicep was hard. Really hard. Unbelievably hard. Guy thought that Colleen’s muscles were impossibly tough, yet he could somehow sense that Sally’s were magnitudes more dense.

“He likes it!” Sally giggled, “Of course, after what happened with your Facebook account, that shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone.”

Guy blushed.

“Mmm… it’s happening again. Yay! More power!” Sally cheered.

She didn’t grow any larger, and yet, Guy could tell she had become more powerful as she exuded even more energy.

“Why… why did that create holiday cheer?” Guy stammered.

“Why wouldn’t it?” Sally replied, genuinely confused, “We’re family, so you should want to see me become stronger!”

“Yes but… You’re already so powerful..”

“And you should also want me to reach my full potential.” Sally continued.

“Yeah but…”

“And thanks to you now I’m closer to it!” she cheered, flexing her right arm again, blue electricity criss-crossed alongside the muscle. “It’s hard to keep all of this power under wraps.” She said with a giggle.

“Yeah but… Well, you know what I enjoy. I’m sorry, it’s not like…” Guy started.

Sally grinned, and placed a hand on his shoulder. Guy wasn’t used to looking up to his sister – physically or metaphorically. “What would be bad about liking the fact your sister has all this power?”

Guy sighed. They would never understand. Or maybe they did? It didn’t matter. This was reality now, and Guy would have to somehow deal with the fact that there were now two ultra-powered amazonian babes living under the same roof as him.

“Just how strong are you?” Guy asked.

“Well…” Sally placed a finger on her chin, “Let’s see… I haven’t tested my FULL power, but I lifted an 18-wheeler overhead with one hand real easy. I can fly faster than a jet plane. And I know for a fact I’m bulletproof.” She grinned.

“Bulletproof? How do you know that!?” Guy was horrified – had someone shot at her?

“Well, you know. Some people get a little freaked out at the sight of me, and sometimes they shoot.” She giggled casually.

Guy turned his attention back to Colleen. “See! I told you that it was dangerous for her to be out there. Hey, wait a minute… You two haven’t reacted to each other’s power at all since Sally got here!”

Both girls giggled in unison. “Oh. We’ve been telepathically communicating ever since we made contact.” They said simultaneously – which unnerved Guy significantly.

“You kinda have a point Guy.” Sally said, turning towards Colleen, “I definitely need to give mom a big hug!”

Sally floated up a few inches to better face the taller woman, and they embraced. The teen exerted some force, and to Guy’s astonishment, Colleen’s massive body began folding inward – he even heard a little bit of cracking.

“Woops! Sorry mom, hope I didn’t hurt anything.” Sally said, letting go.

Colleen smirked, “No worse than a chiropractor. I probably have a healing factor at this point anyways.”

“I know that I do!” Sally grinned, “So it would make sense if you do too.”

“Mmm… You feeling that?” Sally asked her mother before flashing a mischievous grin at her brother.

“Yup!” Colleen smiled.

Guy gulped.

All at once, both Sally and Colleen powered up yet again. However, while Sally simply became harder, denser, and a bit stronger in general, Colleen experienced another growth spurt. The Amazonian mother’s limbs pushed against the fabric covering them so much that she had to stay still just to stop them from ripping.

“Wow, I can’t believe your muscles are still growing!” Sally squealed, “Mine stopped a while ago. They just get harder. But you’re becoming a real beast!”

Colleen smiled, “I must admit I’ve come to really enjoy them. It makes me wonder what the practical limits of muscles this large are. For example, it’s getting really hard to cover up…”

“Just go ahead and let the muscles loose mom. Not like Guy wears that sweatshirt anymore anyways.” Sally said.

“Well… I guess you’re right. No point in fighting the inevitable.” Colleen nodded. She took in a tremendous breath, the suction of which ruffled Guy’s hair. A deep split tore down the center of the sweatshirt, and Colleen’s immense pecs came into view. She proceeded to tense all her muscles at once, which instantly shredded the fabric, leaving only a bra—miraculously still intact–to cover her top half.

Guy’s eyes grew wide and his jaw literally dropped at the sight before him. Colleen was an absolute behemoth. Her arms had exceeded 30 inches of circumference, and not a single muscle on her frame was underdeveloped. Each of her shoulders was the size of a regular human head; vast traps looked like battle armor; her chest alone held more muscle than Guy’s entire body – and yet not an ounce of fat was lost from her breasts; her lats cascaded into an impossible taper; and of course, her core – the monstrous eight-pack was like a black hole, drawing the essence of life itself into its pulsing void.

“Ohmygod!” Sally squealed, “These muscles are AWESOME!” She floated into the air and wrapped her fingers around Colleen’s left bicep.

Sally, who dwarfed 99% of men, was comparatively small next to her mother. Despite the size difference, Sally’s fingers effortlessly sank into the bicep like putty. Sally squealed with delight, squeezing, kneading, and generally playing with her mother’s right arm – though she was careful to not actually harm her.

Guy was equal parts envious, fascinated, and unnerved at the ease with which Sally’s grip manipulated his mother’s bicep. A few minutes ago, Guy thought that no being–man or woman–could ever hope to challenge Colleen’s might. And yet, here was Sally, acting like her new powers were a toy. Guy had spent so much time reading about and dreaming of ultrawomen, and now they were a part of his family life.

“How many doses of Holiday Cheer have you had?” Sally asked.

“Oh, I’m not sure dear. Maybe a couple dozen.” Colleen replied.

“Wow! You’re already so strong! I can’t wait to see what happens when you get as much cheer as me!”

Guy cut in, “Are you implying that mom has more potential than you?”

“That’s right Guy! I can just tell that once she gets enough holiday cheer in those muscles, she’s gonna be like 3 times stronger than me!”

“Three… times stronger?”

“Uh huh. But we still have no idea just how strong I can get. I can already fly pretttty fast, but with a little luck, I should be able to travel around in outer space!”

“Do… do you really think that could happen?”

Sally shrugged her broad shoulders, “I don’t see why not.”

Guy was pleasantly surprised that Sally’s attitude was so positive. He felt guilty for presuming she would be jealous of their mother’s possible superiority.

Sally spoke again: “Anyways mom, there’s still a TON of work to do. I had no idea there were so many impoverished kids in our country! And there’s SO many more around the world I haven’t even started bringing stuff to!”

Colleen nodded. “You know Sally, I have to admit that I was already thinking of what my superhero name and costume should be. So, starting off with a mission this noble sounds like a wonderful way to spend the next day or so.”

“You’ll help me help Santa?” Sally squealed, beaming with joy.

Colleen nodded again, “Now that I know Guy is safe, I see no reason not to. One could argue it’s my moral obligation to use my powers for good.”

“Aaaaand think of all the holiday cheer you’ll spread… We can only imagine what happens when those mega muscles of yours become as ultra as mine!” Sally giggled.

Colleen turned her attention to Guy, “Well dear, it looks like your sister and I will be busy for a bit. If you need us at all, just think hard enough and I’ll probably hear it.”

“Even if you’re in Africa?”

Colleen winked.

The girls left.

And just like that Guy was alone.

Feeling overwhelmed, he laid down in bed, and fell asleep. It had been one hell of a Christmas. And Guy had a feeling that this was only the beginning.

– The End?

(Not quite, the story kinda continues in Cindy: https://www.magnusmagneto.com/cindy-a-female-muscle-growth-story/ )

[AlexG]

Thanks for posting the story! B)

“I like a good story well told. That is the reason I am sometimes forced to tell them myself.”
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