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Lyris’s Excursion (Anya’s Oddysey 2)
By MagnusMagneto ( http://www.magnusmagneto.com )

(This scene is a huge chunk of a content that is quite frankly comparable to a complete chapter by many writers. As a result, I strongly urge you to check it out. Even if you do not read the full version of the story, you should still enjoy this a lot, as it works as a stand-alone in its own way!

This is a preview of my upcoming Patreon Story: Lyris’s Excursion (Anya’s Oddysey 2)! It’s approximately the first 30-40% of the story. To get the rest of the tale, make sure you’re pledged before February 27th, http://www.patreon.com/magnusmagneto )

The Story Thus Far:

Anya was genius explorer, with a net worth in the hundreds of millions, and one of the most athletic women in the world. Despite all of this, she faced a seemingly unconquerable enemy: her own mortality. With middle-age approaching, Anya grew desperate to find some way to halt and preferably reverse the aging process.

On a whim, and under the encouragement of her personal butler/assistant, Chuck, Anya returned to an ancient tomb that had befuddled her decades prior. Armed with years of learning and experience, the now older Anya found a way to finally enter the tomb: by sacrificing some of her own blood. Within, she found a mysterious vial of liquid and a map, both of which she brought home with her.

Eager to discover what this bizarre substance was, Anya did the unthinkable and drank half of the liquid. There were no immediate effects, but over the next few weeks, Anya’s life changed forever. She began to not only literally age in reverse, but also gained pound after pound of muscle each day, growing taller as well.

Fate wouldn’t let Anya slowly ascend to goddesshood in peace however. A young, lithe woman, somewhat similar to Anya in her 20s, had been spying the manor for quite some time, preparing to break in and steal whatever artifacts she could. One evening, this woman, named Lyris, finally enacted her plan. She eventually stumbled upon the other half of the water and the map Anya had plundered. Anya, who was now a tremendous creature in stature and ferocity, confronted the intruder, resulting in an intense escape that Lyris barely survived.

Back in her apartment, disappointed that she only managed to snag the seemingly least valuable items in the mansion, Lyris decided to celebrate the heist the only way she could: by drinking the liquid. Over the next few weeks, Lyris had a transformation of her own. While she did not age in reverse, as she was already in the prime of her life, Lyris found herself growing stronger with each passing day, eventually developing biceps comparable to softballs.

The young woman made the connection that this mysterious liquid was what had turned Anya into such a powerful amazon. Intrigued, she carefully inspected the map that had accompanied the magical serum, and discovered that it outlined multiple locations around the world. Emptying her savings in a desperate attempt to obtain more power for her inevitable rematch with Anya, Lyris made the trek to one of the destinations: the Himalayas.

After traversing the mountain on foot for hours, Lyris eventually stumbled into a cavern, injuring herself in the process. In the darkness, she found a mysterious stone door. Next to this otherwise featureless entry was the stone outline of a hand. With nothing to lose, Lyris brought her bloodied digits up to the imprint; suddenly, the rumbling of stones filled the air, and the door slowly opened…

1.) Immediately After Chapter 1 (Anya’s Oddysey)

Lyris stepped into the darkness of the mysterious entryway before her. Upon crossing the threshold, she found that the light from outside did not penetrate the sheet of black obscuring her vision. Confused, she retrieved a flashlight from her pocket, only to find that even its artificial beams were rendered useless; the darkness remained entirely intact.

From behind her, the rumbling of the stone door could be heard again, as it made its descent back down. She considered escaping, but in her hesitation, the rock fell faster than anticipated, landing with a crash.

There was no light whatsoever. Lyris had never seen anything like it before. There had always been some form of illumination, be it ever so faint, either from natural or artificial means. Most concerning, her flashlight was actually ON, it simply produced nothing. Lyris reached into her pocket, grabbing her cell-phone. This too, produced no light at all, and Lyris could not see its screen, rendering the device nearly useless.

Fear began to set in. What would she do? With no other option, she trudged forward with careful, measured steps, making sure to not accidentally trip on something in the process; such a misstep could prove fatal in this situation.

Eventually she stumbled upon something at her feet. She reached forward, and her hands instinctively moved towards an effectively invisible object. Eventually her grasp met what felt like… an amulet. Suddenly, a purple light projected from the mysterious item, faintly illuminating the room. The true shape of the amulet made itself known to Lyris: A tremendously large violet gemstone lay in its center, connected to a chain of presumably pure gold.

In fact, it was the largest gemstone Lyris had ever seen. Her knees quivered slightly, and chills ran down her spine. Having spent years of her life breaking into museums to steal objects like this, her eyes grew wide with childlike glee at the sight of such a magnificent find. “I can only imagine what that baby is worth…” she mused out loud.

Before acting on the treasure, Lyris looked around her now-visible surroundings and noted that the room was small, very small. It appeared to be some kind of shrine, though her education on the topic wasn’t nearly as vast as Anya’s, so she could only wager a guess at best.

Above the amulet’s resting place, on the wall directly in front of Anya, she could see a series of letters. Any normal person would’ve been unable to discern their shape, but her transformed body allowed her to see them clearly. At first they looked like gibberish: various letters from entirely different alphabets, and even some hieroglyphs. This seemed strange to Lyris, but once again, unlike Anya, she lacked the education to truly understand the significance of such a mishmash.

Lyris continued to stare at the symbols, racking her brain to see if she could find any discernable meaning to them. After ten seconds of intense thought, something happened: in Lyris’s vision, the letters seemed to… move. They continued to shift and whirl until eventually they spelled out a message in plain English: “She with the Blood of a Goddess, take The Amulet if thou seeketh power. Beware, for The Amulet is one that helps seal The Darkness, remove it only if you are prepared.”

The blonde beauty scratched her head. She had no idea what the message meant about darkness. She guessed that this ‘The Darkness’ must have referred to how dark the room was.

“Well… I DO seek power. As much as possible, since I have to be able to defend myself from that madwoman Anya… plus power IS fun… really fun… That darkness was a bit scary, but I think that having more power would be a good offset; as long as I can figure out how to get out here. I came this far, so may as well, plus just look at the size of that gem…!” she monologued to herself before grabbing the amulet.

As she grasped the artifact, its light dimmed, and the eerie, impenetrable darkness of the room returned. Fortunately, Lyris always had extremely good coordination from her thieving days, which was enhanced even further from the ‘Goddess’s Blood’ she drank a few weeks prior. She clasped the amulet around her neck. To her surprise, despite the tremendously hefty gemstone in its center, it seemed weightless.

Suddenly, a strange sensation overtook Lyris; she felt… energetic and good. Even more energetic and even more good than she usually felt. She heard a whisper in her head: a mysterious utterance from an unknown dialect. Despite not knowing what the words meant, Lyris could sense their intent. They were urging her to… She concentrated on generating light.

At that moment, the violet light from the amulet returned; this time, it was brighter than before, better illuminating the room; and it was… emitting directly from her chest! Lyris glanced down and was tremendously shocked to find that the gemstone was IN her chest! She let out an audible gasp, and stumbled backwards before collecting herself and reaching up to feel it. There was no denying it – the amulet had somehow… fused with her.

What did this mean? What was that voice? Realizing that she had willed the light to turn on, Lyris focused on making the light brighter, and the gemstone did as she willed: illuminating the room even more greatly.

2.)

To Lyris’s surprise, the mysterious words on the wall had entirely vanished.

Thoroughly freaked out with the events that had transpired, Lyris wanted to get out of this weird shrine thing, and figure out what exactly having a gemstone fused into her chest really meant. She turned around and headed towards the exit. The stone door was still down. Lyris pushed against it to no avail. That was when the noise started again: the familiar stone rumbling.

This time however, the door wasn’t moving. Worried, Lyris quickly looked around the room and found… the walls themselves were trembling! A few moments passed, and slowly, but surely, the walls began to move, caving inward towards the center.

Lyris’s eyes grew wide. She had seen enough action movies (the very ones that had inspired her to become a thief in the first place) to know what was coming next: The walls were undoubtedly going to cave in, crushing her in the process.

Unsure of what else she could possibly do, Lyris continued to push against the stone door with no avail. The walls continued to slowly and ominously close in. Desperate and frustrated, she ran over to the right-hand wall and began shoving against it in a plea to try and preserve her life. Lyris dug her feet into the ground, her thick, powerful legs expanding with vitality as the muscles found themselves taxed; her upper body similarly swelled up to new proportions.

“If only I was stronger!” She yelled out, grunting and groaning with effort she put everything she had into trying to stop the slow, deliberate march of the wall.

The more Lyris pushed, the more the incredible sense of energy that had flooded her upon donning the amulet welled within her. Was it possible? Was she getting… stronger? “YES! MORE!” She yelled, “MORE ENERGY! MORE STRENGTH! MORE POWER!”

Despite her efforts, Lyris was still being slowly pushed back by the slowly moving obstacle that threatened to take her life. Her focus sharpened, and Lyris pulled internally for more inner strength. The sensation continue to well to greater and greater heights, and a moment later, Lyris heard a strange fleshy ripping sound; it was her.

Lyris’s muscles were growing, slowly and surely; same as the slow assault of the oncoming stone walls. She was too preoccupied to see the changes, but Lyris could sense that she was getting stronger. “Have to keep pushing…” she grunted, pulling from within even more.

During all of this, the gemstone fused into Lyris’s chest continued to glow brighter and brighter; had her eyes not been shut from the complete and utter focus she required, Lyris would have likely shielded her sight from the very light she was producing.

The sound of muscle fibers ripping and instantly rebuilding themselves grew louder. Lyris could feel her already meaty biceps and deltoids pushing against the rest of her body. The sound of fabric slowly tearing joined the other sounds, creating a bizarre symphony of flesh, cloth, and stone, all grinding; in a sense, the entire shrine had transformed into a machine that would test Lyris – either transforming her into a living goddess, or unceremoniously ending her life.

Lyris’s growth continued. The hems of her shorts split open as her trunk-like legs, brimming with unbridled power, required room to breathe. The back of her vest similarly began to part, as her growing back demanded more and more fabric to cover it, fabric that simply did not exist. Her arms were comparable to Anya’s, and their thick veins pulsated the same violet color of the gemstone in her chest.

The wall she was pressing against seemed to slow down, though it was still gaining ground. Lyris glanced over her shoulder, and found that the other wall was drawing nearer still. She continued to desperately push against the first, culminating in yet another growth spurt, and the wall slowing down ever so slightly.

Lyris’s efforts mattered not, for the second wall still threatened to end her life in a mere few moments, as it had finally reached arm’s length of the girl. Unsure of what else to do, she placed one hand on the wall she was pushing against, and the other against the second wall.

Her muscles continued to quake, shake, and grow ever larger with each passing moment. Strength was flooding into her, but it seemed to not be enough.

With both walls simultaneously pushing against her, Lyris spread her legs out, which were fortunately still supremely flexible despite their musculature, and pressed with all four limbs, two on each wall. Her life on the line, Violet screamed as she begged – no, demanded- that her body continue to grow and adapt to the task at hand. It did exactly that, and her strength skyrocketed.
Despite these efforts, Lyris was still slowly being crushed, and she had to allow herself to cave in slightly to avoid having her bones crushed to dust.

Her muscles were becoming so immense that the clothing covering Lyris continued to shred and fall off, bit by bit, moment by moment. A few seconds later, her back had become so broad, so wide, so ripped, that her vest turned to shreds, gracefully falling to the floor. Her bra followed suit, revealing her tremendous body: An upside down V of muscle so exaggerated that it looked impossible, lats absurdly wide juxtaposed to a model’s waist; biceps larger than her head next to a face more beautiful than any living model. Between her physique and the gemstone fused in to her chest, Lyris truly looked more like a comic book character than a real human being.

The walls’ progress slowed down. The grinding sound of stone became less pronounced. Lyris let out another scream, and her shorts fell to shreds to give way to her obscene lower body; her undergarments quickly followed suit. All of the other possessions Lyris brought with her fell likewise.

Fully naked, and brimming with more muscle than any human being could ever hope to possess, Lyris finally started pushing the stones back. Slowly, the stone yielded to her unstoppable force. After pushing them back as far as her limbs would go, a large clicking noise rang out. The walls had stopped entirely.

With a sigh of relief, Lyris fell to the ground and gathered herself.

She didn’t have long to rest however, as another stone rumbling could be heard; this time the ceiling was shaking! The small amount of stone above her was quickly descending. Lyris would later posit that by defeating the first trap, as indicated with the clicking sound, she had activated a second one.

Lyris considered attempting escape, but the ceiling gave her no time. She put her arms up, and soon stone met hands. Lyris had hoped that her triumph over the walls would translate to instant success against the falling ceiling, but her hopes proved false. Slowly, the ceiling began to push her down, forcing Lyris to slowly descend onto her knees.

The blonde continued to scream, summoning even further strength from within. Her muscles slowly grew once more, as ever greater reserves of strength made themselves known to her. The descent of the ceiling was slowing slightly, but Lyris was still losing.

The battle raged on, as Lyris quite literally grew stronger and stronger just to preserve her own life. If she failed here, if she did not ascend to godhood, then her existence would be finished.

This reminder helped her grow even faster, and a few seconds later, after falling to her knees, Lyris finally mustered the strength to fully halt the ceiling’s descent. Summoning up even more power, she slowly began to push the stone upward, gradually rising to her feet in the process.

Lyris’s back and quadriceps in particular exploded with sheer power, and a minute later, she was holding the ceiling in place. Unfortunately, there was no clicking sound to indicate that the trap had been defeated. Instead, Lyris had to gather enough strength to maintain the ceiling in place while moving forward. She alternated the placement of her hands while taking deliberate steps forward.

After a painstaking process, Lyris finally made it to the front door of the shrine. The door was still closed, but she refused to allow this obstacle to stand in her way. Lyris brought her foot back, gathered her strength, and with one mighty blow, kicked the stone door wide open with her bare feet.

The entryway finally open, Lyris released the ceiling from her grasp while diving forward through the exit in one swift motion. Behind her, the tremendous stone that threatened her life fell to the ground, sealing off the shrine forever.

3.)

Lyris stood up. The cavern was still pitch black, but with a small amount of focus, Lyris found that she could will the gemstone in her chest to produce its familiar violet light. With her surrondings illuminated, she could finally take inventory of her body.

The young woman let out an audible gasp at what she saw. Beneath her gaze was the most unfathomably muscular body she could imagine. Every inch of her tall form was etched with bulging, marble muscle – all covered in velvet skin. Lyris glanced over at her arm and flexed it, the resulting bicep was so intimidating that it actually intimidated her! It was as large as her head, peaked, and ripped with endless striations of definition. The thick veins running across it occasionally pulsated with the same purple as the gemstone; something that would have frightened Lyris had she not been saved by that very power.

With a body like this, what could possibly stop her? She was by far the strongest human being alive, even stronger than Anya now, unless the older woman had somehow vastly increased her own strength since they last met. Lyris felt an ache of desire for a reunion with Anya. She would dominate that magnificent specimen, and have some real fun. There was no man on Earth that could provide what Anya’s body would.

Lyris gazed up at opening from where she had fallen from. The light shining down was at least twelve solid feet above her, and there seemed to be no possible grips for her to grab onto and scale up.

A crazy thought crossed Lyris’s mind. “Let’s see what these legs can do.” She crouched down, gathered her strength, and leaped vertically with everything she had. The amazon soared into the air, the sheer image of the act would be comical to beholdas she ascended the full dozen feet. Lyris then grabbed onto the ledge, and effortlessly lifted herself upward, her back muscles exploding in harmony from the effort.

Lyris dusted herself off. “It cost me everything I had, but it seems my little excursion was successful. Now to return to civilization.” She gazed into the horizon; surprisingly, Lyris found that she could perfectly recall precisely where she came from.

The young woman realized that her belongings, in particular her wallet, phone, and credit cards, were lost forever within the shrine. She would have to procure a way back to the city, thousands of miles away, on the other side of the planet.

Her next destination was a small village she had scouted on her way to the shrine. The people would gawk at her tremendous, naked form, especially with that massive gemstone in her chest; but what could they really do? She was a goddess already, and there seemed to be no limit to how powerful she could become. Lyris would be merciful to the villagers, but they’d still need to serve her during her visit.

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The Trouble With Magic – Chapter 2
By MagnusMagneto ( http://www.magnusmagneto.com )

(This is a preview of my upcoming Patreon story: The Trouble With Magic Chapter 2. It’s a huge chunk of content comparable to a full chapter by most authors. As a result, I strongly encourage you to check it out, even if you do not intend to read the full story.

If you are interested, please consider pledging to my Patreon before February 28th to receive the full story: http://www.patreon.com/magnusmagneto – it’s only thanks to your support that I can dedicate so much time to writing!)

The Story So Far:
(Because chapter one came out 1.5 years ago, this recap will be extra long. I will try to make the story itself a bit longer to compensate! The recap, like many of my recaps, should be detailed enough that even someone who has never read chapter 1 can jump right in with a bit of reading comprehension =)

I would also like to address a couple of small things:
– Yes, my writing style is quite a bit different (imo) from what it was back then. Hopefully you prefer what it is today.
– As a result, the way I handle characterizations and dialogue is different too. I can’t help but feel like they were a bit ‘shallow’ back then.
– Adding onto the last two point, Chapter 2 will feel quite different than the first one. Hopefully the change isn’t too jarring.
– I also realize that this will have quite a few parallels to Proteus Effect in a few respects (wimpy main character, buff step-mother/step-sister, buff teacher, buff cheerleader). I wrote this a verrry long time ago, and I actually did not create the outline or characters at all for Proteus. The characters in this story are still quite different, and once more magic is introduced, the stories will have much less in common.)

Milo was an average high school sophomore in almost every respect, aside from his below-average stature. Born to small parents, it seemed that his fate was sealed, and another growth spurt to propel him past 5’6” was unlikely. His father, Howie, a single dad, somehow landed an Amazonian beauty of a wife, a 5’11” beauty with long, toned legs named Diana. They got married, prompting Diana’s 13 year old daughter, Athena, to become Milo’s new step-sister.

Despite her young age, Athena was already fairly tall, standing at 5’5”, and strong too. During one of their first encounters, Milo witnessed the teen perform 40 push-ups in a row. Eager to impress her and display his masculinity, Milo proclaimed he could easily perform 60; this was a lie, as later that night, in the privacy of his own room, he realized he could barely do 10. Despite this, Milo exercised every day, performing more and more push-ups with each passing week.

Months later, Milo performed the 60 push-ups he promised he could in front of Athena, only for her to best him by cranking out 100 with ease, implying that she could actually do far more than that. Milo was crushed. Desperate to overtake his younger step-sister, he asked for weights to be installed in the house. His wish was granted, but this ended up backfiring: While he did build himself up a little, Athena also used the weights, and outstripped his strength by a further margin.

His frustrations mounting, Milo proceeded to delve into more and more outlandish ways to possibly increase his strength. Eventually, he discovered magic. Specifically, he realized he was one of the few individuals in the world with a latent ‘spark’ to cast spells. Milo attempted to create an amulet that would empower him, but found that it had no effect on him.

The next day, a beautiful freshmen girl standing at 5’9” named Claire conned Milo out of the amulet. During a scuffle at lunch, a female senior athlete, who stood 6’ tall, named Alex gained possession of the amulet. Alex soon discovered that the amulet made her stronger; specifically, working out seemed to grant her instant results.

The following day, Alex, who now possessed the body of a top-tier Olympic athlete, was accosted by school security. In particular, a teacher from the school, Mrs. Ashmore, 5’4” tall, had created a scheme to steal the amulet. Specifically, she had watched the school’s security cameras, and came to understand that the amulet was originally Milo’s, and that it made the wearer more powerful. Ashmore coerced Alex into handing over the magical item, bluffing her with potential jail time for thievery and assault over the kerfuffle in the cafeteria.

With the amulet in her possession, Mrs. Ashmore proceeded to use the school’s gym until she reached a tremendous size, donning 23” biceps to be precise. It was after seeing her teacher with these muscles, and wearing that amulet, that Claire realized how badly she had messed up.

Claire tracked Milo down, and got him to spill the beans: that he had created the amulet with magic. She then convinced him to enchant another amulet, and even persuaded him to cast the spell three times on it, thus making it far more effective than the original. With this new super-amulet, Claire goaded her teacher into wrestling with her; during this match, Claire grew to outrageous musculature, and the match caused one of the school’s walls to literally break.

Having bested Ashmore, Claire seized the first amulet and donned both at the same time. She began to gain strength without the need to even exert herself.

Feeling conned out of both his talents and his love, Milo finally stood up to Claire. He cast a dispel on the amulets, which actually worked, and Claire stopped gaining strength. Instead of killing him for his act of insubordination, Claire found herself unusually attracted to Milo, for he was likely the only man alive that would challenge her. Placing Milo on her shoulders, she bounded off towards the local movie theater, where the newly formed couple would go on their first date.

1.)

Things had never quite been the same since “The Incident”, which was the school’s unoriginal way of referring to the day Claire wrestled with Mrs. Ashmore and became a muscle-bound goddess in the process.

First there was the media frenzy: reporters and journalists from all around wanted the inside scoop on what happened. Fortunately for Milo, Claire and Ashmore remained fairly silent, as did Alex. With the three of them tight-lipped, the fact that a pair of magic amulets had granted these women their incredible strength remained a secret.

The school proposed to fire Mrs. Ashmore, and expel Claire, but a few strategically placed displays of strength (for example: Ashmore digging her fingers into the metal desk of the superintendent, permanently warping the steel with her grip), managed to dissuade any action from taking place.

Despite this, Mrs. Ashmore departed from the school a mere week after The Incident. There were two primary reasons:
1.) She was now the second most muscular woman alive, and far stronger than any man; this granted her a great deal of potential celebrity status.
2.) A more secret reason, it absolutely killed her to see Claire’s smirking face each day in her class, as Claire was a good deal stronger.

After leaving, Mrs. Ashmore left for Hollywood, where she was immediately paraded around on all manner of television shows, and contracts were signed for her to star in movies.

–

Alex, one of the other girls who was significantly affected by the amulet, benefitted quite a bit. She was already the school’s star volleyball player, but now she absolutely dominated the court. After a few tournaments, she had been approached and successfully scouted to join the most prestigious university team in the nation – the men’s team at that. Turns out that women were never excluded from playing in that league, and Alex would go on to become a dominant figure even there. Fortunately for her, no drug test in the world could ever prove she wasn’t entirely natural.

Better yet, Alex found she could continue to develop her muscles at a faster rate than she could before.

–

Finally, there was Claire. Claire had arguably physically benefitted the most from the amulet. She was so huge, so powerful, and so muscular, that it was actually difficult for Claire to go through the motions of day to day life. Her arms, a bit over 30 inches in circumference, were still packed on a 5’9” frame; the rest of her muscles were similarly tremendous. This meant that all of her clothing had to be custom tailored to fit her body.

While she had difficulty scratching her back, Claire found plenty of assistance from her new boyfriend: Milo. The size difference between them was comical to say the least.

The initial weeks after The Incident was one of the best times of Milo’s life. It was during this period that Milo discovered that he actually loved female muscles, along with very many firsts in his life that will go unmentioned. More pertinent to the story: Milo spent many afternoons and evenings groping Claire’s muscles; squeezing her biceps, kneading her back, futilely punching her abs, riding on her shoulders. There seemed to be no end to Claire’s strength.

–

Three weeks into their relationship, Claire visited Milo’s house. It just so happened that Athena was there. She had just finished a particularly grueling workout, and as a result looked even more pumped than usual in her tank-top. A pair of biceps thicker than Milo’s sat beneath deltoids and a back that emasculated her older step-brother. Athena had generally felt like ‘hot stuff’ around Milo, as her body continued to grow and grow while his remained mostly the same.

That day however, her perspective shifted. Athena had heard rumors of the hyper-muscular Claire, and had seen Mrs. Ashmore on television, but to witness Claire in the flesh – that was something entirely different.

“And who is this?” Claire asked with her usual condescending air.

“Oh, yeah. That’s uh… That’s my step-sister Athena.” Milo explained.

“Quite the name. How old is she?” Claire replied.

“She’s-“ Milo started, but was cut off.

“I can speak for myself. I’m thirteen. Thanks.” Athena curtly replied.

Claire bent down slightly and looked Athena directly in the eye. “I see that you and your step-brother share the same unique quality: You’re two of the only people I’ve ever met after ascending that show no fear towards me.”

“Why would I be scared of you?” Athena challenged.

“Uhhh, maybe because I can literally throw cars like they’re baseballs?” Claire laughed.

“That’s fine. I’m going to become stronger than you someday, so I’m not too stressed out about it.” Athena was entirely nonplussed in her delivery.

“W-what?!” Milo sputtered, “What on Earth are you talking about step-sis?”

“I don’t see what’s so confusing about what I said.” Athena put her arms on her hips, “I’m going to become far stronger than your girlfriend here. Might take some time, but I’m going to do it. Simple as that.”

Claire burst out into laughter, doubling over slightly, “You MUST be joking dear. That’s simply impossible!”

“It has to be possible. You got that strong after all.” Athena retorted. “So I’ll get that strong too, and go even further.”

“Yes, but… my power… it’s not meant for mere mortals.” Despite possessing dozens, if not hundreds, times more strength than Athena, Claire felt… unnerved.

Athena’s resolve strengthened. “Mere mortals?” She let out a laugh, “That’s bullshit. Whatever you did, I’ll figure it out. Hell, I’ll find an even better way. I’m going to make you look like a weakling.”

“You’re going to make THIS look weak!?” Claire flexed both of her arms with such ferocity that her shirt, which barely fit in the first place, ripped a few threads.

“Well, I dunno. I don’t think I actually want muscles THAT big. Like, you can’t even scratch your back. Seems impractical. Don’t get me wrong, I’m going to get huge, jacked, and yolked; but I’ll find a way to keep it more functional.”

Claire cocked a brow, “Go on…”

Athena continued, “Yeah, that’s right. I’m not sure if I’ll be as huge as you, but I’m going to be much, much stronger. Faster too. And tougher. Maybe even smarter. You’ll be kissing my feet, so will everyone else.”

Claire shook her head. “You insolent little runt. I could end your little life with a single slap. Why shouldn’t I?”

Athena shrugged, “My idiot step-brother is still alive AND you’re dating him. That alone tells me you won’t do jack.”

Claire bit her tongue and collected herself. “Well, you’ve certainly got guts. I’ll grant you that. Now, Milo, how about we go do something. Elsewhere.”

Milo nodded and the couple took off.

–

While this verbal showdown may have seen innocuous enough, it was, in truth, a large turning point for all three of the teenagers involved.

For Athena, this marked the point in time where she became somewhat obsessed with gaining as much strength and power as possible. She began pushing herself even harder in the home gym, and also would stay after school to use the weight room there.

Claire also started to train herself, for the first time since The Incident. She would often visit scrapyards, and hauled tremendous amounts of weight. To the blonde’s surprise, her body continued to gain muscle and strength, though at a much more ‘natural’ rate than what was possible with the amulet.

And Milo… Milo had to deal with even more female muscle in his life, along with various intrusive thoughts. Athena’s workouts and overall drive became so intense that he could oftentimes hear her grunting and panting from the home-gym. Claire’s already immense body became even more so.

One thing that concerned Milo was his mind would often drift to Athena. It was hard not to whenever they were both home together, but he still sometimes imagined her when he was with Claire. In particular, he’d think about Athena’s rant about how she was going to surpass Claire. It was an audacious, absurd, and impossible claim; after all, Claire only had her body thanks to literal magic. Still, Milo’s active imagination would wander and envision Athena the way she claimed she would become: Extremely muscular and strong, though still physically smaller than Claire, but with far more strength.

Milo considered a battle between this empowered Athena and his girlfriend, with his step-sister overpowering and dominating Claire. He thought of one scene in particular, where Claire would wind back her 30+ inch arm, and drive her fist directly into Athena’s rippling midsection, only for the blow to accomplish nothing at all. After this, Athena would casually loose a half-hearted blow of her own, sending Claire sprawling back hundreds of feet.

It was a terrifying and… intriguing prospect.

2.)

Throughout November and most of December, things continued fairly smoothly for Milo and Claire, though another conversation of interest did take place.

In November, Milo came across Athena drinking whole milk out of a glass, the jug sitting next to her. The young teen kept chugging an entire glass and refilling it before draining it.

“What… are you doing?” Milo asked.

“Drinking milk. Duh.” Athena shot back before taking another swig.

“Well, yeah, but… why so much?”

“I’m a growing girl. Just a matter of time until my big growth spurt. Plus, gotta feed these babies.” Athena flexed her arms forcing a pair of lemon-sized biceps to erupt. “Get over here and give them a feel.” She ordered.

Milo shuffled towards her. “You HAVE seen my girlfriend, haven’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah. Feel ‘em.”

Milo sighed and complied, bringing his hand up and squeezing the limb. To his surprise, it was incredibly hard, far harder than his own. In fact, the only muscles he had felt like those were –

His train of thought was interrupted, “I know what you’re thinking.” Athena cut in, “The only muscles as hard as those are Claire’s. Maybe Mrs. Ashmore’s as well, but you aren’t sure since you never felt those. Isn’t it amazing Milo? I’m so young, but I’m already so buff with muscle of this quality.”

Milo retracted his hand and took a step back.

Athena continued, “I know there’s something special about me Milo. Thirteen year old girls don’t have arms like these. Thirteen year old girls don’t build muscle as fast as I do. So chew on that for a while. Think about what’s going to happen once my growth spurts kick in. I’m going to end up taller and hotter than my mother, with the buffest natural body ever. It’s going to be a fun, fun ride.” She grinned mischievously.

Milo turned around and quickly left the room.

–

During Christmas break, Milo and Claire exchanged gifts that each were somewhat unwhelmed with. Their relationship had been fizzling out. Despite being with a girl who was far out of his league in many more ways than one, Milo still couldn’t help but feel like Claire didn’t truly fulfill him. Sure, she was fun, thrilling, and insanely powerful (an attribute he found himself more and more attracted to), but that was about it. They had no real similar interests, and could barely hold a conversation together.

Claire on the other hand, the spark of lust from Milo’s act of defiance had mostly faded. Milo was very complacent and subservient now. Anytime she demanded something, he obeyed. All except for one thing: She asked for him to grant her more power with his magic, but Milo refused. He lied, explaining that anything he did would have no effect, or could potentially be dangerous, because Claire had “developed a resistance to magic from her exposure to it” in his words. Milo was, of course, entirely bluffing, as he had no idea what would really happen if he cast more spells on Claire.

The truth was, Milo simply didn’t want to give Claire more power. She had plenty, and he worried that she would someday abuse what she already had.

On January 1st, Claire had decided that enough was enough. She bid Milo farewell, and for the first time, genuinely thanked him for the gift of her incredible strength. The blonde had recently turned 15, and was having a teenage crisis of identity. Why did she bother sitting around in class when she could literally lift a truck into the air? She was (probably) bulletproof, possessed endless endurance, and knew that she could increase her tremendous gifts even further.

Sometime before winter break, Claire did a bit of research, and discovered that Mrs. Ashmore was making money. A lot of money. Money that Claire should’ve be earning. One of her teachers claimed that a high school diploma alone could earn her some $200,000 extra over her life; that same class touted that going on and earning a bachelor’s could be worth $800,000 over her working career.

“The hell is the point of this when I could star in a single movie and make multiple times that?” she literally asked out loud after hearing those figures, her teacher daring not to respond out of fear for the seemingly endless power her body contained.

During their farewell, Claire explained to Milo that she really did care for him, although she wasn’t sure if it was truly love. After all, what was love really? She figured she was too young to truly understand it. She gave him one last night of fun, and in the morning packed her belongings and literally ran to Hollywood.

3.)

Things began to change in Milo’s life, and not in a way he particularly enjoyed. First, he felt fairly lonely without Claire, and resorted to his prior ways of hanging out on his computer all day. He had all but abandoned trying to physically train himself, as it seemed pointless. None of the girls at his school could compete with Claire, who had in a sense spoiled him during their relationship, and he couldn’t help but mentally associate physical exercise with his step-sister.

Milo’s step-sister was the other big (and growing) thorn in his side. Before Claire left, during Christmas, Athena received a tremendous upgrade to the weight-room as her holiday present, along with myriad tubs of protein and body-building supplements (this, incidentally, ended up costing far more than Milo’s present, although he didn’t seem to care since he presumed his new video game console was costlier). Christmas day conferred another gift to Athena as well: it was revealed that she had grown an inch and a half, and was now a hair taller than Milo.

Howie, not really thinking about his son’s feelings, had himself, Milo, and Athena all line up together. Athena sat between the two perfectly in terms of height, but had both of the men outstripped in sheer muscularity. Her arms and legs were larger, and her back was wider. The only area that Athena was smaller was in her waist, which was noticeably trimmer than the guys’. Diana and her husband merely laughed at how whimsical it was that the 13 year old girl was not only bigger than Milo, but her step-father as well.

–

A routine settled in over the next month. Milo mostly hung out in his room, while Athena pushed herself beyond her limits each day. With ample supplements, protein, and an improved home-gym, she had nearly limitless opportunity to grow.

And grow she did. In February, on her 14th birthday, it was revealed that Athena had grown another inch since the last comparison on Christmas. She was now a bit taller than Howie, and noticeably higher than Milo. Her muscles had all similarly expanded, and upon wearing a sleeveless athletic outfit given to her for her birthday, the extent of her development became clear to the family.

Athena’s arms were easily 14 inches in circumference, and the rest of her body was similarly proportioned. Her muscular development surpassed that of what any reasonable 14 year old should look like, and her strength was similarly abnormally high. She also had begun maturing into a woman at a surprisingly fast rate, and had developed a noticeably wide pair of hips and impressive bust.

“You know dear, I was initially worried about letting you lift weights, but it seems that letting you do so was one of the best parenting decisions I ever made.” Diana said with a warm grin as she squeezed her daughter’s tensed arms.

Howie piped in: “I’ve gotta agree. Athie here is easily the healthiest fourteen year old girl I’ve seen. She’s like one of those Olympic gymnasts, but without the, like, stunted stature and delayed puberty.”

Milo shot his father a puzzled look. Diana shook her head and giggled, “Classic Howie.” A few moments of silence passed, and Diana spoke again, “Say, what do you boys think about me getting in on the weight lifting action? I think the muscle looks pretty good on Athena. Think I could pull it off too? I know that squat booties are all the rage these days, and those women from Milo’s school going to Hollywood is really popularizing the strong female look.”

“Oooh, are you serious, or just pulling my leg?” Howie cut in.

Diana let out one of her breathy feminine laughs that sent chills down the spines of all men in its vicinity. “I think it’d be fun. I’ll give it a try, and worst comes to worst, I just stop. Still, can you imagine it boys? My long luscious legs getting nice big quads, and my butt growing bigger? My toned arms developing sexy pythons of power? I’d probably have to start wearing more revealing clothing around the house once my back got all nice and ripped up.”

Howie and Milo were practically drooling.

Diana giggled again, “I think that settles it. It might be a little strange with the women of the household being taller and more muscular, but I think that things will work out for the best. Don’t you agree?”

Howie gave an enthusiastic reply while Milo cowered backwards, and Athena gave a knowing smirk.

That conversation marked another seemingly mundane event that would change Milo’s life forever.

(What will happen next?! How will Diana’s body react to weight training? Why is Athena developing so quickly? Will Milo resort to trying to use magic to change things?

All this and more in the full version of The Trouble With Magic Chapter 2!

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Mother Knows Best Rebirth Chapter 6
By MagnusMagneto (http://www.magnusmagneto.com)
Special thanks to Ritualist and Detritus

(This is a preview of my upcoming Patreon story, Mother Knows Best Rebirth Chapter 6! If you want to receive the full story and support me with writing so much, make sure you’re pledged before the evening of February 29th! http://www.patreon.com/magnusmagneto

This is approximately 30-40% of the full story – tons of content to enjoy even if you aren’t interested/able to support me!))

(As with all of my series, I’ll include a recap here. Don’t be intimidated by the length of the series – with some simple reading comprehension, this preview, and maybe glancing at the past previews, anyone can easily jump right in! =) )

The Story so Far:

Tara, aged 35, and her son Cory, aged 17, were spending the summer at an unoccupied vacation home owned by Terry, Tara’s brother. Cory initially stayed inside his room all day, only playing video games. Upset with the direction of things, and with her life in general, Tara decided to use the time away from home to get into shape. She quickly found that her body reacted splendidly to any amount of training. Inspired, she tried to encourage Cory to join her in getting fit.

Cory refused, and went so far as to insult his mother and challenge her to a physical competition after five weeks. The idea being, that even if Tara had five weeks to train, she still wouldn’t be stronger, faster, or fitter than Cory.

Five weeks came, and Tara pushed herself to the limit. She ended up growing far faster than she imagined, gaining dozens of pounds of muscle, and even inches of height. When the competition came, she effortlessly dominated, and quickly began changing her son’s life for the better.

After some initial rough patches, Cory began to take his mother’s lessons to heart, and their relationship grew stronger than ever. During all of this, Tara continued to gain muscle, strength, intelligence, skills and even height at a supernatural rate.

Two months into their vacation together, Terry and his family came to visit. This included: Terry’s model-like wife, Estella; his eldest son, the plump Barry; his adopted daughter, the 18 year old Kiko; and his youngest son, the 10 year old Harry.

Tara, who was now standing over 6 feet tall at nearly 400 pounds of pure muscle, thoroughly frightened her brother with her presence alone. The rest of the family reacted in different ways, with Estella and Harry thoroughly enjoying her muscles; Barry strongly disapproving; and Kiko outwardly displaying mostly apathy.

In the previous chapter, it was revealed that Estella had developed a rather toned and impressive body, while Kiko had gained quite a bit of muscle mass herself. Kiko in particular had trained with various martial arts masters, quickly gaining everything there was to learn from them with unprecedented speed. The young woman lamented her muscular form, feeling that it was unfeminine, and cursing the fact that her body seemed to constantly gain muscle.

(In the full version, there will be a lengthy conversation between Tara and Terry at the beginning. I felt that it would be in the best interest of the preview to skip to the females and muscles. There will be plenty more femmuscle after this in the full version as well!)

2.) The Next Morning

Kiko awoke at the crack of dawn, like she always did. It seemed like it was impossible for her body to sleep in. This didn’t really bother Kiko, though it did further remove her from her peers who were always complaining that they could never get all the rest they required. Kiko never really understood this, for as long as she could remember, she was always full of energy, always ready to go; even if her quiet, outward apathy spoke otherwise.

The young woman dropped onto her feet from the bed, and trudged over to the bathroom. She had slept nude like she normally did. As her eyes met the reflection of the bathroom’s full-length mirror, Kiko shuddered. There was no denying it, it had happened again: her muscles looked slightly bigger.

Truthfully, most would scratch their head at why Kiko was ashamed of her body. She was strong, supple, and powerful, with next to zero body-fat aside from her pert breasts. Kiko had the kind of body that most women spent hours each week training and dieting to try and maintain. She could have entered a fitness competition and wiped the floor with her weight and age class; yet, unlike most extremely fit girls, Kiko constantly hid her form underneath baggy clothing.

Kiko sheepishly flexed her right bicep, the naturally tanned flesh jumped to life, and a formidable muscle erupted on demand. She squinted her eyes to better scrutinize the muscle. “Yup… it’s bigger…” she pumped it a few times, causing it to bulge out slightly further, “And badder.” Kiko sighed, referring to the myriad details of definition, split peaks, and choice veins constantly feeding nutrition to the limb.

She retreated into the room, rummaged through her travel-bag, and retrieved a measuring tape. Carefully, Kiko brought the tape around her arm, flexed, and measured the result: “Fuck. It’s over fourteen now.” She sighed even more loudly before tossing the tape across the room and collapsing onto her bed.

Kiko had been meticulously sedentary the entire summer. Things seemed to be going well, she had only gained a couple of pounds of muscle at most over the course of the past two months. This one tiny spurt of activity however had put a kink in everything. Kiko cursed herself for being careless.

After grumbling for a few minutes, Kiko finally got off of the bed. Upon doing so, her midsection flexed, and she noticed that her bottom two abdominals were fully visible in the process. Kiko glanced down, carefully tensing them, and let out a sigh of aggravation at the discovery that she now had a legitimate six-pack whenever she flexed.

Kiko proceeded to put on her clothing for the day: bra, panties, sweat pants, a t-shirt, and a sweat-shirt. She shuffled out into the living room, where she found Tara holding a highly advanced yoga pose in seemingly deep meditation.

To behold Tara in the morning light was awe-inspiring. She was simultaneously brimming with untold power and deep serenity. Tara’s breathes were deep and deliberate, absorbing the very life-force and invisible chi of the air around her; Kiko could recognize her meditation techniques from her time training under various martial arts masters. Truth was, Kiko could theoretically meditate just as deeply, she simply never saw the point in doing so.

Kiko stared at Tara’s heaving pecs, along with the natural ebb and flow of her traps and shoulders. She began to wonder how Tara became this powerful. The smaller girl had always feared building muscle, as she viewed as masculine and ugly, but here, witnessing Tara with more muscle than she thought was possible for a female, she felt anything but disgust. Wonder, awe, respect, admiration, and perhaps a deep subconscious lust: these were the things that Kiko truly felt. Of course, as a fairly angst-ridden teenager, she would never truly admit it.

“Morning Kiko.” Tara greeted without opening her eyes at all.

“Good morning Aunt Tara. How did you know that it was me? I didn’t see you open your eyes.” Kiko replied.

Tara shook her head. “There was no need to open my eyes. I could tell from the sound of your footsteps. Don’t take this the wrong way, but you have nice, strong legs that give you a distinctive and powerful sound of your own.”

Kiko blushed; Tara sensed even that. The young woman responded, “Dumb things keep growing. I think they got bigger since yesterday.”

Her eyes still shut, Tara cocked a brow, “You may be right. Your steps are slightly louder. What would have caused a growth spurt like that?”

Kiko shrugged; once again, Tara sensed it. “It seems that any amount of activity makes me get stronger. Yesterday… I had a tiny wrestling match with Cory, swam a bit, and played tug of war. Definitely enough to make these goddamn muscles grow.”

This statement intrigued Tara. She had undergone supernatural growth of her own, but it was only thanks to extreme effort and ample nutrition. Tara theorized that she had some kind of genetic mutation, and wondered if perhaps Kiko did too.

“Your muscles grow with that little stimulation?” Tara inquired.

Kiko sighed once more, “Yup. It’s pretty obnoxious. Even if I don’t do anything they seem to get bigger. Like all summer, I just sat around in my room, and I still packed on some pounds – muscle pounds.”

Tara couldn’t help but find the similarities and differences between Cory and Kiko to be amusing.

“You know Kiko, to the vast majority of people that would be considered a huge blessing. Some individuals go to dangerous lengths to improve themselves, resorting to drugs that can shorten their lifespans.”

“Did you…”

“No.” Tara’s voice was simultaneously firm and warm.

“Right, sorry. It’s just…”

“It’s cool. I get it. I’ll be honest with you Kiko, I don’t fully understand my own transformation. That said, I know from my own experience that what you have is truly a gift.”

“Uhh. Right.”

“What are you so afraid of anyway?” Truthfully, Tara already knew the answer – she just wanted to see what Kiko would say.

Kiko sighed yet again. “It’s… kind of embarrassing…”

“Let me guess. You’re afraid that guys won’t like your muscles?”

Another sigh. “Yes. How did you know?”

Tara laughed, finally opening up her eyes. “I was your age once. Wanna know the truth? After I started working out, I got more admirers than ever.”

“I guess I can see that…”

“Well, your mother is pretty ripped, isn’t she?” Tara offered, still maintaining the difficult position with no apparent expenditure of effort. “She’s pretty hot, right?”

“She isn’t my mother.” Kiko curtly replied.

“Kiko.” Tara started, “If she raised you, she’s your mother. Sorry if you don’t want to hear it, but that’s the truth.”

Kiko sighed once more, “Whatever. Anyways, yeah, I guess she’s pretty hot.”

“Right, and she’s clearly fairly ripped. So what’re you scared of?”

Kiko shrugged, “I dunno, I mean, sure, she’s toned… but she’s not like… buff. You know?”

Tara nodded before shifting to another difficult position, “Sure. Well, how about me then?”

“What about you?”

“Oh, you know. What do you think about my appearance? Good? Bad? Sexy? Gross? You can be honest. I may be immensely strong, but I don’t bite.” Tara giggled.

“You…” Kiko took a breath, “You’re pretty smoking hot. Yeah. Kind of surprising honestly. You’re bigger than those roid girls, but like… still really… sexy.”

Tara couldn’t help but laugh a bit – it was fun to indulge every now and then, “That’s because I didn’t take roids silly. If you worked out with me, you wouldn’t either. Instead, you’d be brimming with self-confidence. You should want to develop and foster your gift. Reach your full potential. I’ll help if you’d like, I’m pretty good at this stuff.” Tara smiled warmly.

Kiko absentmindedly rubbed her right arm with her left one. “I’ll… I’ll think about it.” She conceded before leaving the room.

Tara smirked, satisfied; she knew that Kiko would come around soon enough.

3.) Meanwhile…

Estella, wearing little more than an extremely tight, short-sleeved t-shirt, and panties, made her way into the kitchen. Cory was already cooking breakfast. The supermodel sauntered over, and without warning, wrapped her arms around Cory from behind.

“Morning favorite nephew!” she cheerfully exclaimed, giving Cory a loving squeeze.

Cory’s face turned beet-red. The combination of Estella’s incredible scent; her perfectly toned flesh pressing against him; her warmth; and, of course, her breasts, was fairly overwhelming.

“Haha, you’ve grown a bit since we last met, but I’m still taller than you by a couple of inches!” Estella teased.

“It seems like I’m probably going to be this height, unless I have one of those rare adult growth spurts. Basing off of my mother, well, before all this, and what I’ve heard about my dad, I think I’m five foot eleven for life.” Cory replied. He wasn’t really upset about it all things considered. “Wait a minute, I thought you were only six feet tall?”

“Shhh… that’s my secret. My real height’s a mystery. It’s a bit above six though! Don’t want the men in my life to get too insecure, ya know?” Estella giggled.

Cory could feel her entire body shaking slightly whenever she did that. “Y-yeah…”

She got up on her tip toes, her calves jutting out, and playfully placed her chin on top of Cory’s head. “Wouldn’t that be fun though? An adult growth spurt like you were talking about? I’d loooove to gain some more inches!”

“Yeah, I guess. I mean, I’m already techinically a little above average for a guy, so it’s no biggie.”

“I was talking about for ME silly!” Estella squealed, “You’re fine as you are.”

“But… you were just talking about how you keep your true height a secret? Why would you want to be taller?”

“Oh HUSH you!” Estella laughed, “You don’t really understand women, huh? Anyways, wouldn’t it be super-hot if my legs were even loooonger?” Suddenly her breath lowered, “Did you know, that according to most of the statistics I’ve seen, I’m already in the top one percent of height for a female? Wouldn’t it be sooo cool if your auntie was in an even higher bracket?”

Cory quivered a bit, Estella had been hugging him the entire time, and it was frankly a bit overwhelming.

“Y-yeah.” He said, tactically escaping from her embrace. Cory then moved over to the food he was preparing, which had finished, and offered to fix Estella a plate, which she gladly accepted.

A moment later, she was seated and eating. “I have to say Cory, this breakfast is just deeelightful!” Estella cheerfully exclaimed, joyously shoving a forkful of eggs into her mouth. The muscles in her arm, shoulder, and backed all danced together to perform the action. They weren’t as impressive as Tara’s or even Kiko’s, but Cory had to admit that Estella was in amazing shape.

“Th-thanks Aunt Estella.” Cory couldn’t help but act somewhat nervous around such a beautiful woman.

“Aww, come on Cory, you don’t have to put a title like aunt in front of my name every time. Loosen up, just call me Estella, or even Stella. ‘Kay?”

“R-right, aunt, I mean, uh, Stella.” Cory managed to get out.

Estella giggled. Truth was, she craved and loved attention, especially from men. Watching Cory sputter around and fawn over her was a fantastic way to start the day. Cory may have been her nephew, but he was practically an adult, and they shared no common blood.

“Boy, I have to say that you and your mother sure have transformed quite a bit since I last saw ya!” She said, continuing the conversation.

“Yeah. Well, I don’t think I have really.” Cory replied.

“Sure you have! You’re becoming more and more of a man. A handsome one at that! There’s something else different about you too. Your personality I guess. You’re a lot nicer, happier, and a great cook! Once you get back at school, if the girls find out about that, you’ll be beating them off with a stick!” She giggled again.

Cory blushed. He hadn’t expected a compliment on his appearance from someone like her.

“Well, thanks. Anyways, yeah, mom sure has changed… a lot.”

“How do you feel about it? Her transformation? You can be honest, I won’t squeal!” She giggled again.

Cory shrugged, “At first I was against it quite a bit and hated it, but, I’ve come around. It’s only right that I support her like she’s supported me over the years. It’d be pretty selfish for me to not want her to achieve her full potential, even if that potential is somewhat terrifying to really think about.” He laughed a bit.

“Awww, I’m so glad to hear you’ve adopted a positive mindset like that! If only I could get my boys to follow suit… Well, Harry’s already got a good head on his shoulders, but the other two…” Estella sighed.

“Speaking of which, where are they?”

“The boys always sleep in. Thank goodness too. I wouldn’t be able to do my morning routine and clear my mind if they were up and about. Harry, bless his little heart, just can’t stop hanging off of me. Barry is always moaning about something, and Terry… Well, let’s just say your uncle can be a bit difficult!” Estella characteristically giggled.

They continued to eat their breakfast, making little more than normal small-talk.

4.)

After finishing her breakfast, Estella made her way down to the house’s basement gym while Cory cleaned up. She found Tara hard at work, pumping her outrageous muscles to new heights.

“Oooooh, looks like I found you hard at work in the iron temple!” Estella greeted with a giggle.

Tara finished her current exercise, uttering feminine grunts with each repetition. After completing the set she replied, “Yeah. What’s up Estella?”

Estella took a few delicate strides towards Tara before answering: “Oh, nothing much. Thought I’d pop in and say hi while we had a chance to be together one on one.”

There was something strange about Estella’s vocal inflection and body language. Tara considered it for a few moments, and eventually concluded that… Estella was going to initiate flirtation with her? Intrigued, and somewhat unsure of her own analysis, Tara decided to probe the other woman and see where things went.

“You say that, but are you sure you didn’t want to get a better look?” Tara teased, wiping down the bench she had just used.

“Ooo, whatever are you talking about Tara? A better look at what exactly?” Estella drew closer.

“Maybe… these?” Tara performed a double bicep flex, her unfathomable muscles rising to life. They were huge, ripped, striated, and perfectly proportioned. There were few human beings on the planet with larger arms than Tara, but none of them were as well-conditioned.

Estella reached over and grabbed onto Tara’s right bicep, squeezing and kneading it futilely, her long slender fingers contrasting with the tremendous ball of power. “Mmm… maybe.” There was a palpably growing sexual tension coming from Estella. Tara had never really humored the idea of acting physically with a woman like her. The truth was, in the past, Tara was bitter and envious of Estella, always jealous of her height and natural beauty. Today however, it was Estella who was looking up to her, and Tara’s mind began to amuse entirely new fantasies.

The blonde supermodel went so far as to draw in close and kiss Tara’s luscious limb. “You’re such a sexy stud! Hotter than any guy I’ve met, and trust me babe, I’ve met the hottest guys in the world.” Estella complimented, giggling again.

Nearly any man (and many women) in the world would have effectively melted at this point, but Tara wouldn’t fall for Estella’s wile.

“Trust me Estella, I know better than anyone else what a blend of beauty and power I represent.” Tara generally tried to be humble, but in this situation she knew that it was most advantageous to be boastful.

“Mmm… of course you do…” Estella brought her hands down to Tara’s thick, pulsing abs, rubbing furiously against them. “Plus, you’re clearly extremely knowledgeable about the female body in more ways than one…”

“Oh yeah? In what kind of ways are you thinking of?” Tara asked, playing dumb.

Estella decided it was time to reverse things a bit on her end, to keep Tara somewhat on her toes, “Well, I’m sure you’d be a hell of a personal trainer. I wouldn’t mind ditching the ‘toned’ look and following you down the path to, what is it the boys say, ‘the road to gains’, or something like that?” she laughed.

“You sure about that? The only training I know how to do is the path to pure muscle power.” Tara internally winced a bit, that last part was somewhat awkward. Despite all of her acquired knowledge about dealing with people, she still hadn’t had that much practice – especially not in a somewhat sexually charged situation like this.

Fortunately, Estella loved cheesiness, and played along, “Ooo babe, you know I LOVE power. Why do you think I married Terry? I have a real good eye for knowing who’s going places. That said… I think it’s high time I took some of that into my own hands. Built up my own dynasty, and I think that starts with beefing up my bod, you know?”

“What about Terry? He’ll surely hate that.”

“Fuck Terry.” Estella let out a sigh of aggravation.

“You sure you want to do that?” Tara giggled.

Estella rolled her eyes, “You know what I mean Tara. I’m sure anyone with half a brain can figure out that our marriage is pretty much just for show at this point. Can’t rock the boat too much with all of the kids still in school.”

“And so much money at stake. It’d be quite messy considering your collective net worth. I can only imagine the court-case if you two ever did split up.”

Estella cleared her throat, “I… Yes. That is also true.”

Before their conversation (and potential flirtation) could go any further, Cory suddenly came into the room. Tara sensed this, and was able to immediately halt and redirect the flow of conversation. “Hey Cory, here for your workout of the day?” Tara asked warmly.

“Yeah, I am. H-hey Aunt Estella…” The young man was clearly taken off-guard by the presence of the supermodel.

Tara decided to preempt the usual bumbling introduction by getting to the point: “Your aunt is going to be joining us in the gym. She claims she wants to build big muscles like me. We’ll see if she has the discipline and drive to stay on that course though.”

Estella giggled, “What do you think Cory? Would nice big biceps, thick quads, and bulging abs suit me?”

Cory stared, somewhat dumbfounded.

Estella continued, “Well?”

“Oh, sorry.” Cory shook himself to. “Yeah, I mean, I’m sure you’d look great with big muscles.” He admitted.

“Alright then, let’s pump some iron! Tara, will you show me the ropes?”

Tara shrugged, “I don’t think I really have a choice either way, now do I?” she laughed warmly.

((What will happen next? Will Estella follow Tara down the ‘path of iron’? How will Tara handle Terry and Barry? What about Kiko? All this and more in the full version of Mother Knows Best Rebirth Chapter 6!

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