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January 14, 2020 at 12:00 am #146286El_Roy_1999Participant
Something different once in a while – wrestling!
The Snake
Secret underground bodybuilder wrestling league! Ana Paine vs. Brutus Invictus! Posing and fighting! Brawns and beauty! The Battle of the Century!
What more need I say …
This work of erotic fiction contains male and female muscle and wrestling. All characters are over 18 years old.Get it here!
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1000084January 20, 2020 at 2:02 am #146324El_Roy_1999ParticipantA story for the fans of the ultra-big, ultra-monstrous women!
To the Bitter End
Katie is really bad at dealing with challenges. And if there’s someone who thinks she can’t double her bodyweight in muscle, well, joke’s on him!
This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth and body modification. All sexually active characters are at least 18 years old.Get it here and enjoy!
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1000945(This is the translation of a story previously available in German only.)
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“Katie, are you sure this is a good idea?”
Manny was almost intimidated. He knew his girlfriend tended to have intense ideas and she did like to try dangerous and frankly crazy things. This was part of her appeal. She wasn’t into extreme sports or anything, but she wasn’t the person to just say “no”. Just the opposite, actually. She loved stupid suggestions and challenges.
As a result, the Double-You-challenge was right up her alley. This was just another one of those things. She ended up in the depths of the dark web and looked for the strangest and most intense message boards. Manny was used to crazy stuff, but this was too much, even for him.
Not for her, though.
She loved it. She joined the discussions, held her opinions and picked fights with obviously insane people.
Not that Manny had much to complain. If he wanted to try something, it never was much of an issue. Katie was in on anything he suggested. She was of rather average height, she insisted on 5’9”, thin and blond and she had a bunch of stupid tattoos that she had acquired mostly through the same challenges. She was also pierced in many nice places, six studs in her tongue, two in her brows, septum, lips and the ears too. Obviously. She also sported a couple of tunnels.
For Manny, this was great. He was big, strong and hunky, tall, with short brown hair and a nicely shaved beard. Handsome. If he wanted to try something new, he just needed to say the magic words:
“I dare you.”
Obviously, other people had noticed too. On one of the bodybuilding message boards, they had the Double-You-challenge. The idea was simple. Double your own weight, but with muscles.
Somehow, no one had managed to do this, but there were a lot of people insisting that they were trying. The guys there were obviously quite the freaks and turned each other on with probably manipulated pictures. For Katie, this was something of a call to action. She joined in instantly, bragging along and finally declared that she could do it.
No problem.
Once the laughter died down and she was still there and insisted that she was serious, the guys joined in and declared:
“Fine, let’s do it. You get everything you need, but we get to watch. Okay?”
That was literally no problem for Katie.So here they were. Manny had just taken the before pictures and Katie posted them. Then she grinned:
“You’ll see. This will be awesome!”
He looked at all those boxes and crates that filled their apartment. The stuff was covered in weird letters and didn’t look reassuring. She walked over to him, sank her hand down his track pants and kissed him:
“From what I heard, that stuff makes you really horny. I think you’ll enjoy this too, dear. Now stop grumbling and get to work!”
With a final grumble, he took the list the guys sent with the packages and said:
“Okay. So … this looks as if my granny’s drug list and a pack of alphabet soup had a kid, but if you really think …”
“Screw this! Come on!”
She pulled down her pants and showed him her ass.
“Hit me!”
He opened the boxes and extracted an impressive collection of syringes, shakes, powders, pills and bandages. Then he went to work.
Once she was pumped full of that stuff and grinning like a maniac, she went over to his training equipment and went to work. She had been training for a while now to maintain her figure, so now she mostly went for longer and more intense exercise. Manny hovered around her the entire time, ready to save her should she get hurt. She liked the idea, but at the same time, it was a little odd.
Anyway, as far as the plan went, she was supposed to do abs and legs first. Then a massage, and then eat, eat, eat.
She was okay with that.January 28, 2020 at 1:50 am #146358El_Roy_1999ParticipantA short thing I did for Tigersan as a continuation of The Thin Woman (https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/826094).
Satanic Panic
Ever since Katrin rescued David, he’s been obsessing about the strange, thin musclewoman. Now he decides to go all in to meet her again. She does have plans for him, though …
This erotic fiction contains female muscle and extreme thinness. All characters are 18 or older.February 29, 2020 at 9:20 pm #146577El_Roy_1999ParticipantAfter a bit, here’s a new story.
Mom’s Changes
Kelly is struggling with her life: Her son Travis is no good, she has to work two jobs to make ends meet and she’s feeling completely exhausted lately. To her surprise, she wins a trial membership at a health club and gym. Soon, her life is changing …
This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth. All sexually active characters are at least 18 years oldGet it here!
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1007147
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Travis came home. He scratched his balls and went to the kitchen, opened the fridge and got himself a box of leftovers. He popped them into the microwave and waited for it to be ready. Then he sat down and dug in. Being a big guy needed a lot of food and the stuff his mom cooked was good. When he was done, he heard her at the door. He grabbed an energy drink and popped the can open, then went to see her. She looked tired. His mom carried in two handfuls of plastic bags and schlepped them to the kitchen. He said:
“Oh, Mom, it’s you. You’re back?”
She groaned and hefted the bags on the table, knocking down the empty box. She sighed.
“Oh Travis. Can’t you put away your dishes when you’re done?”
“I was just about to do it, Mom.”
She sighed again, picked the box up and put it in the sink. Then she started stashing the groceries. He watched her passively, taking a sip from the can. Eventually, she was finished. He repeated the question:
“So, how was it?”
“I don’t want to talk about it. I just want a pause.”
“Fine. I’m going to watch TV.”
“I … I just …”
“Whatever, Mom.”
He went to the living room, dropped on the sofa and started watching. She waited for a moment to let the despair fade away, then sat down in the tiny kitchen and took out the free paper she had picked up. In the other room, the noise of his show was drowning out everything. She sighed a third time and wondered why he couldn’t just go to his room. It was bad enough that she had to sleep on the living room sofa, she could at least have the room for herself. It was the same as always. First, her father had decided on what she’d do, then Travis’ father, who disappeared as soon as the baby killed her libido and now, it was Travis’ turn. She couldn’t stand up for herself. Her co-workers at the supermarket and at the cleaning company both said that she should throw out that good-for-nothing slacker, but she couldn’t. She was just too weak.
As she read the paper, wondering why she even cared about that stuff, her eyes lingered on an ad.
“Feeling weak and powerless? Join our women-only gym and get your life back. A strong body and a strong mind. Win a free three month trial if you sign up this week. Join LifeBack!”
She snorted. As if she ever had her life under control! She was screwed and she knew it.
Over the next days, her mood got worse. Travis still wasn’t looking for a job and when he wasn’t hanging out with his useless friends, he’d watch porn in his room, or, even worse, in the living room while she was holed up in the kitchen. She was exhausted and frustrated. She had hoped her son would at least find a girlfriend, after all, he was pretty good-looking, tall and strong, though maybe a bit on the pudgy side. But no. He wasn’t interested at all. Or maybe he was, but he had such incredibly high expectations, there was no way he’d ever get a girl.
She was in the kitchen again, explosions rocking the living room. She had asked Travis to get rid of the trash and he had once again ignored her. So, she packed up the bags and set out to bring it down to the cans. As she walked by, Travis told her to get out of the frame, he couldn’t see the movie. She was about to blow up, but took a deep breath instead and fumbled with strained fingers to get the door open.
As she put the bags into the cans, she noticed the newspaper again. “Feeling weak and powerless?” Oh, yeah. Definitely. And there was no chance things would get better. She was caught in this quagmire and …
Enough with the self-pity! She took the newspaper back out, tore the ad from the page and went out to the park next door. The place was pretty run down and mostly concrete, but there were a few trees, so the name had stuck. As she walked, she dialed the number and was immediately greeted by a happy and enthusiastic voice.
“Hi there! You’ve reached LifeBack. I’m Marcia. How can I help you?”
“Hello. I’m Kelly. I saw your ad …”
“Cool. You won! Oh. Wait. That was too quick. Anyway. Do you want to sign up?”
“Did I win?”
“You did. Congratulations!”
“Okay. So, then I’d like to sign up for the trial.”
“Awesome. Just come over to our studio and we can get you started.”
“Okay. Wow. Thank you!”
She put the phone back into her pocket when she noticed that she was surrounded. There were three big youths, each one taller than the next and clearly very strong and they stood in her way. One of them said:
“Congratulations, lady. So you won something. That’s awesome. Maybe you could give us a part of the money. We’d like that.”
“What? No! I won a membership at a gym. I don’t have any money.”
“That’s bad. You should get some. And bring it to us, or we’ll make you. And Travis. What a stupid fuck.”
“Leave him alone.”
“Or what?”
They laughed. Then one of them pushed her and she fell over. They laughed some more. The biggest one said:
“If you weren’t as old and ugly, we’d have a way to make you pay.”
“You’re lucky you’re ugly as fuck.”
“Yeah, go away. We need some real girls.”
Then one of them still knelt down and said:
“Why not anyway.”
He grabbed her butt and squeezed. They howled with laughter as she tried to get away.
“I like that ass. It’s flabby, but at least it’s big.”
The others were about to join in when Kelly stumbled to her feet and ran. She was angry, she was frustrated, she was terrified. She hated this place, she hated those people, she hated her weakness. This was so horrible.It took her a few days to actually go to the gym. It was a little off the usual places she went to and she was so busy she hardly had the time. She was surprised. The gym wasn’t in one of those usual former factories or refit shops, it was in an apartment. She rang.
It took a moment, then the door was opened. She looked at a strange woman. She was quite old, with curly white hair and a lot of lines on her black face. She was also quite tall, maybe 5’11”, and she was buff. She had broad shoulders, strong arms and a big chest. She was also wearing a pink tank top and some shorts that showed off her large thighs and her thick butt. The aged face really didn’t fit her youthful and dynamic body. Kelly wasn’t too sure about her look. It was impressive, but also a bit much. However, the training probably worked. The results were definitely there.
“Hi! You must be Kelly. I’m Marcia. We spoke on the phone. Come on in!”
The apartment was nice. It was bright, with big windows that went out to the back. There was a big tree whose green leaves danced in the wind. There were a few machines and some racks of weight here. As far as Kelly could tell, Marcia was the only other person here. She asked:
“Aren’t there any other people?”
“No, not yet. I decided that I’d train you personally for now. This way, you can make some progress easily and get into it.”
“But isn’t that bad for business?”
“Don’t worry. Everything is fine.” She handed her a bag. “Here’s your outfit.”
“My outfit?”
“You’ll want to feel comfortable and look good. This’ll help.”
“And what about the paperwork?”
“Hey, stop worrying about my business. We’ll get to this eventually. For now, let’s get you started!”
Kelly shrugged and went behind a screen to get changed. Marcia heard her go “Wow.” and “Whoo, that’s tight.” Then, she stepped out and said:
“This is nice.”
The outfit was white and orange and looked quite good on her. It covered most of her body, the torso, the arms and the legs as well as most of the neck, and it made her feel like a superhero. Also included were a pair of shoes and some gloves, all in the same color scheme. The clothes managed to hide the biggest lumps of her out-of-shape body.
Marcia nodded:
“Thank you. So, let’s train!”When Kelly returned home, the TV was on again and Travis was on the couch, sipping an energy drink and eating pizza. She sighed and carried the meal packets to the fridge. There were a lot of them and Marcia had insisted she eat them at the given times. It was strange. The food was basically filling up most of her fridge and it was only supposed to last for five days!
Also, she felt relaxed. Tired, exhausted, certainly, but incredibly refreshed. Despite the hard and intense training and the painful massage, she had the impression that this wasn’t just useful or healthy, it was downright nice.
She hadn’t felt this good in ages. She was also really tired and needed to sleep now. So, she returned to the living room and said:
“Travis, you’ve got to go to your room. I’m tired, I need to get to bed. Please.”
“Yeah, no. I’m still watching my show.”
“Travis, I have asked nicely. Please do what I asked you to.”
“Nah. This is interesting.”
She took a deep breath. Be assertive, Marcia had told her.
“Travis, go to your room. Now.”
“Mom …”
“Now.”
Her voice was ice. The young man looked at her in surprise and slowly got up, turning the TV off and taking the can and the pizza with him. He didn’t even say anything or look at her.
She sighed:
“Thank you.”
Moments later, she was asleep.When she returned to Marcia’s the next day, she was surprised to still find herself alone with the other woman. Her trainer immediately told her to get dressed and started her on her workout. She went through a whole circle of exercises. Machines, little weights, cardio, bodyweight, you name it, she did it. Time flew by. Marcia was always there, always attentive, helping her through the movements, supporting her and motivating her gently but precisely to perform the exercises correctly.
Whenever she wanted to say something, Marcia gave her a quick look. If it was an obvious attempt at small-talk or chit-chat, she’d nod, make a gesture and insist on her continuing her training. She didn’t have to do this in silence, but she was supposed to focus.
After training, Marcia had her lie on a bed and again give her a very intense, even painful massage. When she was done, Kelly asked:
“I get why the training has to be hard, but what’s that with the kneading?”
“That’s to help your muscles develop. It’s painful, I know, but it really helps. You’ll see.”
Before she left, Kelly turned to the strong woman and said:
“I liked it. Thank you.”
Marcia nodded and replied:
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. See you tomorrow.”The week flew by. It was incredible. Kelly was exhausted every evening. Work was hard, even tedious, and managing Travis was annoying to say the least. And yet, every workout was a blessing. Every day, they focused on something different. Although Kelly didn’t notice any changes right away, she did feel better. On the seventh day, Marcia just had her sit down silently and meditate. That was the weirdest thing. Just being there for half an hour or so, doing nothing and focusing on her breath. It was something she had never imagined doing. She was always busy, always struggling, always on the verge of collapsing. And now, Marcia had her just sit there and concentrate.
It took her a while to just let go enough to do this. When she finally allowed herself to relax, it felt really good. Marcia’s following massage was different from normal. It was gentle and soothing. Kelly almost fell asleep on the bed.
When she left, her arms loaded with new food boxes, she wondered what it would be like to do this for three months. For now, she enjoyed it.
At home, she was immediately pulled back down to reality. Travis was lying on the couch, dropping another empty can on the floor. The sugary liquid drenched the carpet. She shut the door with the tip of her toe and put the boxes on the table. Sighing, she said:
“Could you pick that can up? It’s staining the carpet.”
“Yeah. In a moment.”
“No. Do it now.”
“In a moment, Mom.”
She took a deep breath, then shook her head. No. Enough. She walked up to him and said:
“You pick that can up right now.”
He was surprised. This was the same as last time. She radiated a kind of energy he found hard to resist.
“Okay, okay. Calm down.”
He picked the can up and put it back on the sofa.
“No. Take all the cans and put them in the trash.”
It was clear that he was trying to decide whether he wanted to fight. Her expression was clear. The answer was no. Grumbling, he picked everything up, put it in a bag and carried the bag to the kitchen, stuffing it in the trash can. Kelly followed him and put the food into the fridge. He asked:
“Jeez, Mom, what’s with all the food?”
“I’m training. I have to watch my diet.”
“You? Training? Seriously? What for?”
“To feel healthy. Why else?”
“For real? So, what are you doing, that Pilates thing?”
“Actually, I’m training with weights and machines.”
He burst out laughing.
“Whatever. You, training with weights? Hah!”
Kelly was annoyed. What was his problem? He pulled up his sleeve, revealing a big, but flabby arm.
“So you’re going to get strong, huh? This is hilarious!”
Out of nowhere, she grabbed his hand and clumsily twisted it this way and that, vaguely imitating an arm-wrestling move. Travis was a little dumbfounded. His mother had never done anything like that. Then he said:
“I don’t know what you’re doing, but you can have an arm-wrestling match, if you want to!”
Kelly shrugged.
“I don’t know. Maybe I do!”March 20, 2020 at 11:01 pm #146698El_Roy_1999ParticipantA new story for all of you!
Discovery
My wife checked my search history and she found out what I like … This is very embarrassing, but happily, she’s also curious about it. Let’s see how it goes … (Spoiler alert: It’ll be great!) This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth and breast expansion. All sexually active characters are at least 18 years old.https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1010629
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There are few words that men dread as much as these:
“I have checked your browser history …”
Here I am, sitting on the sofa, playing video games on the big screen and suddenly feeling my life flashing before my eyes. I have been living alone for too long and obviously stopped paying attention. So, of course, that came to bite me in the ass. I switch off the game and turn to my girlfriend. She is amazing: rather tall, slim, nice breasts, cute butt, long brown hair, beautiful. And she’s intelligent too. I hit the jackpot with her, but as they say, you should quit while you are ahead. No more fetishy porn if you struck it rich!
To my shame, I didn’t, still sticking to my old online haunts and jerking off to the same crazy shit as before. And now, she found out. I feel my cheeks heat up, but I try to make an innocent face.
“Yes …”
“You are one sick fuck.”
Oh no. Oh no. No, no, no. This can’t be happening! This is super bad. I fucked up big time now!
“Listen, Rylie, I don’t … I didn’t …”
She walks over to me and puts her finger on my lips.
“Shhh …”
Slowly, a grin appears on her lips.
“I like it.”
I blurt out:
“What the fuck?”
“Yeah. Of course, I was shocked at first, but then I thought about how it would feel … And I kinda warmed to the idea.”
I swallow. I know she is open to ideas in the bedroom, but this? No way. She is making fun of me, isn’t she? I’m not sure of how to react. Without thinking, I squawk:
“Seriously?”
“Definitely. I even went to a friend of mine who claims she is a witch. I told her about this fantasy, and guess what? She made this little beauty for me!”
She reaches into her shirt’s cleavage and pulls out a tiny vial. There is a greenish liquid in it. It looks odd. More like vegetable soup than anything else. The little glass container makes a weird impression. She holds it up and says:
“She told me that this potion will transform me. Can you believe it?”
I feel my cock swell in my shorts. Oh fuck. I grab a pillow and put it over my crotch. She laughs:
“Okay … I didn’t expect you to react so quickly!”
She steps forward and slips her foot under the pillow, between my legs. I can feel her toes against my cock. It gets harder quick. She licks her lips.
“I am surprised and impressed. Just thinking of this made you hard? Wow. Wow. I love it.”
She rubs my cock some more, then says:
“So, if that thing actually worked, what would you do?”
“I would … I don’t know … I would do anything for you.”
“Anything?”
“Anything.”
“Cool. I like that. Well, there goes nothing.”
Without much explanation, she pops off the tiny cork and empties the vial. She immediately retches.
“Yuck. That stuff tastes gross. I don’t know what I expected, but … Blargh.”
I stare at her as she gags a little, then she adds:
“Whoa. That was something … Now we wait …”
“Okay …”
She shivers. Suddenly, she sighs.
“Ooh …”
“What’s going on? Are you okay?”
She moans:
“Aah … This feels amazing … I think it is … working. Can you see anything yet? I … I feel like a power flowing through me … Like a kind of energy … Ooh …”
She gasps, and now, I am very, very hard. She looks at me through half-closed eyes and grins. My cock is so hard now, it’s lifting the pillow. She takes a deep breath and sighs happily.
“Why don’t you take away that pillow …”
I reluctantly do it, revealing the tent of my shorts. She grins. Then she continues:
“I can feel something deep inside of me. It’s so strange … As if I’m going to change any moment … There’s a kind of … I don’t know how to put it.”
She runs her hand down her body, then into her crotch, pushing down the folds of her dress. Then, she touches her arms, caressing them and examining them with a kind of horny curiosity.
“Do you notice it? It’s there, I can feel it …”
I stare at her bronzed skin, wondering whether my mind is playing tricks on me or whether there’s really something happening? Is it just me, or is her arm getting thicker?
She sees me, all horny and hard and comes very close now, looking me deep in the eyes. She breathes in sharply, biting her lip.
“Wow … This is …”
My eyes are very open now. I stare at her, my mouth hanging open. She is right there in front of me and this is happening, isn’t it? This isn’t just some weird lucid dream. She really found my secret stash and she loves it … More than that, she somehow went all in … How is that even possible? I gotta be dreaming!
She lifts her arm now, so close to me. The smell of my pre-cum hits my nose. Fuck. I haven’t been this horny since my teens. She runs her fingers over her upper arm, looking for her biceps.
“What would happen if I flex that? Can you imagine it?”
I have to focus so I don’t start shaking. I am so incredibly aroused now. It’s almost too much. My brain is steaming … I just hope she …
“Want to touch it?”
My hand shoots up, making her pull back for a second, but she lets me touch her arm and I feel for something which might be there …
That’s when she giggles:
“Gotcha! Wow. You are so fucking horny, dear. I am impressed.”
Wait. What’s going on? Is this a joke? Candid camera? I feel my head go crimson. My boner collapses. No. No. Please …
She frowns.
“Hey … Where did it go?”
I mumble:
“Was it just a joke?”
She looks a little disappointed, almost crestfallen.
“Yeah. Sorry. I mean, seriously. A magic potion? Did you believe that?”
“For a moment. Yeah. You sold it really well.”
There’s a weird pause now. As if something broke. The magic is gone. I don’t know how to deal with this right now. She lifts her dress a bit and sits on my lap, caressing my cheek.
“Sorry. I didn’t want to make this even more awkward. I may have been a little angry about the stuff on your computer, but …”
Just as I want to apologize, she gasps.
“Oh.”
Confused, I ask:
“What is it? Are you okay?”
“Oh God … There’s something … happening … I feel like …”
“Ha ha. Very funny. Come on, give it a rest.”
“No, no, this is for real. There’s this … warmth. I can feel it. It’s … incredible.”May 6, 2020 at 10:09 pm #147062El_Roy_1999ParticipantHere’s a story that was part of Richard and Jane Greye’s first anthology. Now that number two is coming up, those that missed the it can pick it up here. Also, it’s a cool story.
The Absorbing Girl
Selena drinks from an unlabeled bottle in a basement fridge at a college party. The next day, she is fit and the guy she flirted with is no longer buff. That sounds promising …
This work of erotic fiction contains female muscle growth and draining. All characters are at least 18 years old.May 30, 2020 at 1:52 am #147345El_Roy_1999ParticipantIf you’re looking for a story with a powerful, dominant elderly woman who straightens out a couple of Ivy Leaguers, look no further …
(This story is in the style of “In the Old Country“, “You Know What They Say About Texas” and “The Laborers“.)Provocation
Four young men from a very expensive college are on a road trip through the middle west when they stupidly provoke an elderly woman, thinking they can get away with it. Well, Beth doesn’t suffer fools and she makes them pay …
This erotic fiction contains female muscle, feats of strength, big tits and a big clit. All characters are at least 18 years old.https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1024993
And the preview:
The four young men grinned. This place was ridiculous. They pushed the door open and were greeted by the smell of coffee and the sound of country music. With their fancy haircuts, their bespoke shirts and their cashmere sweaters, they stood out like sore thumbs. They walked over to the bar, taking a haughty look at the woman working the stove. She looked weird. She was old, in her mid-seventies maybe, tanned skin, blond-white hair and surprisingly dressed in a blouse she had tied into a knot under her gargantuan breasts. Those things were absurdly big and they looked as if they were only kept up there by the blouse, otherwise they would have hung down below her navel.
Mark chuckled:
“That one is certainly not dressing her age.”
Brian replied:
“Maybe she’s stuck at some point in the past. Happens to the best of us, don’t you think?”
William cut in:
“Like Professor Calhoun. That guy!”
They laughed. Vincent shouted:
“Oh yes, that tweed! Seriously? Where does he think he teaches, Hogwarts?”
The woman ignored them while she fixed the beans for Lewis, an older man sitting at one of the tables. His curly white hair was sparse and his flannel shirt looked worn. Once she was ready, she got the beans on the plate and brought him his meal. It was on the house. “The least I can do”, she used to say.
Lewis thanked her, offering to repay her, but as always, she said:
“If there’s something to fix or to carry, I’ll call on you immediately.”
The boys stared at her. That was even better! The woman was wearing some literal daisy dukes! They couldn’t believe what they saw. It was just so absurd!
There was one thing, though: She was really buff.
Mark said:
“Wow! She certainly is cornfed. Look at those legs!”
They nodded with mock admiration. Her muscles were indeed big. Although the woman wasn’t all that tall, maybe 5’4”, she was hugely strong, with bulky shoulders, heavy arms full of muscles and a set of ripped abs that looked as if they had been chiseled out of marble. The legs were thick and obviously hard and would have put a draft horse to shame. A very ripped draft horse, too.
The woman didn’t much care about the young men’s antics. She returned to her post and asked:
“So, anything I can get you, gentlemen?”
They guffawed. Gentlemen! This was rich.
Brian leaned over the counter and did his best to do the local accent:
“Well, m’lady, I’d love to have some of your finest coffee.”
“We only got black. I can get you a pot.”
The laughter only got more intense after that answer. For Lewis, this was enough. He got up and said:
“Allow me, Beth. I’ll have to set those youngsters straight.”
He headed for them, which only amused them more, but Beth shook her head.
“Don’t worry about them. I’m sure they’ll be on their way soon, won’t you?”
Mark looked around, frowned at the decoration, but said:
“Actually, we just might stay here for a moment. I quite enjoy the place, don’t you, guys?”
There were nods all around. Lewis glared at them.
Beth took the pot of coffee and the cups, put them on a plate and carried them quickly and with surprising grace to a table further off. She set them down and said:
“Enjoy your drinks, gentlemen.”
By now, they were howling with laughter. This was all so ridiculous. Just as Beth made her way back to the counter, Vincent put his hand on her barely covered butt-cheek and squeezed it.
At least, he tried to. His fingers didn’t even manage to dent her glutes. He stopped, then tried again. It felt as if he was trying to squish a steel ball.
Beth sighed, turned around and faced him. Now that the young men were sitting, they realized just how huge that woman actually was.
She stretched for a moment, putting quite the strain on her blouse. Her colossal breasts wobbled. The muscles under her skin quivered and swelled.
“So you’d like to stay here for a moment?”
The boys hesitated. Her voice was calm and matter of fact, but there was an underlying threat there and they were just so slightly intimidated.
Vincent tried to say something, but she glared at him and he fell silent. Mark managed to say:
“Listen there, lady, we’re …”
Wordlessly, she turned around and walked to the door. The men got up instantly, following her. What was she up to?
She walked towards their car. It was European, sleek and expensive. It was also very fast despite seating four people. Beth reached the front of it, squatted down and sank her fingers underneath it. Then she got a firm grasp of the undercarriage and looked at the men. With a grunt, she lifted it up. It didn’t seem to require that much effort. At least, compared to the massive weight of the car. Her muscles swelled and she mushed her huge breasts against the front of the vehicle. It looked as if her mega-tits would engulf it entirely. She gritted her teeth and then, she brought the car’s front up to her shoulders.
It took the men a moment to be able to speak, but then, Mark shouted:
“Hey, stop! What are you doing?”
The woman didn’t even laugh. There was no hint of her enjoying this, but still, they could feel she did.
With a superior grunt, she gave the car another push, sending it up. It rose a couple of inches and she took a quick step back. Then it crashed down in front of her. The suspension produced a loud crack as it dropped down a good two yards.
Somehow, the car looked a little deflated now.
She turned to them and shrugged:
“Welcome to Kansas. Make yourselves at home.”
Mark produced an indistinct gurgle and screeched:
“You bitch! I’ll kill you!”
He stormed at her while the others still hesitated. The woman didn’t even flinch. He struck at her stomach, the anger completely clouding his judgement. His fist hit her hard, but somehow, she didn’t even budge. Not even a little bit. Mark screamed again and hit her once more, and again. And again. He rained his blows on her abs, but the old woman didn’t even seem to notice. She just looked at him with mild amusement as he tried to hurt her.
Eventually, he was out of breath and just stood there for a moment, trying to recover. She smiled:
“Better?”
“Raagh!”
With an indistinct howl, he punched at her huge tits, his fist sinking into her soft flesh. That obviously didn’t impress her either. He stood there, completely shocked by her passivity. Then he grabbed her thick shoulders and kneed her in the crotch.
Beth didn’t do much. She just flexed her heavy thighs and caught his leg between them. He didn’t even get to her pussy. Instead, he was now standing on one leg, unable to extricate the other one from this beartrap.
Frustrated, he screamed for the others to help him:
“What are you waiting for? Come on!”
Reluctantly, the young men summoned their courage and charged her. Brian got there first and tried to throw her to the ground by just slamming into her with his elbow. He struck the side of her boob, but that didn’t impress her. Instead, she released Mark and turned around quickly, the other tit coming lose in the process. It swung freely and hit Brian in the chest, knocking him over.
William, who was just trying to get to her, stumbled to a halt. Beth looked at the huge tit hanging down past her navel, grumbled and proceeded to stuff it back into her shirt. She looked up, caught his eye and shook her head:
“Men.”
Somehow, this shamed him into taking a step back. Mark shouted:
“What are you doing, you coward? Help me!”
He was just trying to get in a position to attack again, when Vincent shot by, crashing into Beth feet first. The old woman stumbled back. The whole weight of a 190-pound football player was enough to make her retreat.
Not for long, though. She didn’t fall, caught herself instead and stared down at him. Vincent had landed in the dust in front of her and was now scrambling to his feet. She caught him by his waist and lifted him up.
The other young men stared as she hoisted the big guy on her shoulder like a side of pork. Her muscles swelled, but didn’t seem to strain all that much. Brian charged again, trying to make her fall over. Instead, she caught him around the neck with her free arm and got him into a headlock. Turning around, she led him over the dusty yard, the poor guy trying to force her incredibly strong muscles apart. Meanwhile, Vincent was yelling for help, his arms and legs flailing pointlessly against her.
That’s when Mark hit her in the face with the tire iron he had just picked from the wreckage of his car. She tucked in her chin instinctively, the awkward angle of his attack slowing the blow. Still, that should have hurt.
Mark stared at her as she spat, mumbled an excuse and tossed the still struggling Vincent at him.
The big man buried his friend under him.
Next, Beth dropped the already very crimson Brian. He fell to the ground, gasping for air. She bent forward, took the tire iron and scowled at Mark.
“I can’t believe it. You could have seriously hurt someone with that thing!”
It wasn’t entirely clear whether she was referring to herself like this. Vincent and Mark were starting to realize that she probably wasn’t. This woman was terrifying.
She took the steel bar in both hands and tensed her thick, ripped muscles. Somehow, they seemed to get even bigger, the veins and striations somehow popping out even more prominently. She strained against the steel, a vein rising under the skin of her forehead. The men scrambled away. Vincent stared at her. This couldn’t be happening!
She took deep breaths, her muscles tensing and quaking under her skin. Every time she attacked the bar again, she seemed to grow bigger. Then, all of a sudden, there was a faint squeal as the metal gave way. To the young men’s complete terror, she started bending the tire iron, first slowly, then quicker as she managed to increase the power of her lever.
With a tortured howl, the steel bar gave way until it was bent in a U-shape.
Mark stood there, his jaw hanging loose. His mind was struggling to process what was happening. It failed miserably.
Beth had the iron mostly bent in half now, so she took it in a single hand and squeezed. The steel tried to resist, but it was futile. With one unladylike grunt, she forced the two ends against each other.
Then she took a deep breath.
The young men were completely stunned. She took the ruined tire iron and handed it back to Mark.
“There. This should be safer.”
With these words, she turned around and walked back to the diner, leaving the confused and shocked men in her wake.Just as she reached the door and prepared to step back inside, she heard Mark curse.
“The car is ruined! How the hell am I going to get replacement parts to this shithole?”
She stopped. Sighed. Turned around to watch.
He was sitting in the car, trying to start it, but it wouldn’t. No wonder. The suspension was broken, the engine was probably ruined as well and that kind of bumping would also wreak havoc on the fiddly electronics they stuffed into those modern cars.
She watched, a faint smile playing on her lips. Poor idiots. Should have bought a real car. Lewis appeared next to her, lit a cigarette and exchanged glances with her.
The young men’s situation wasn’t improving either. Now that they understood they couldn’t leave, they also realized they had no place to stay. By now, they were panicking, shouting at each other about sleeping in a ditch or getting eating by local wildlife or cannibals.
Beth chuckled. Then she said:
“Boys, if you learn to watch your mouths and stop acting like jerks and cry-babies, I’ll let you sleep at my house. And if you work and earn your keep, I’ll even get you fed.”
Mark was still furious about the car and shouted:
“Fuck you! We’re going to find a place to stay! The people here will love to take our money!”
“I doubt that. Lewis, would you tell the others what happened?”
“Sure, Beth. Always a pleasure.”
“Thank you. You’re a sweetheart.”
He nodded and walked off, giving the young men a mocking grin. Beth crossed her arms on top of her gargantuan breasts and said:
“Okay, now make yourselves useful! There’s a lot of stuff to clean.”
Grudgingly, they followed her inside.After what felt like forever, they got back out of the diner, their hands sore from all the cleaning. Beth had been adamant that they take care of everything. They washed the dishes, they wiped the tables, they shined the floor until it sparkled and they even cleaned the windows. Now that the place looked as good as new, she locked up and pointed towards a waiting pickup truck. It was an old model, but well-kept.
Mark, still not understanding what he had gotten himself into, asked:
“So, how are we all going to fit in?”
She laughed and said:
“You’ll get on the bed. Come on. Faster!”
“But …”
“Shut up and get on board, big boy!”
“Okay, okay …”
They all got on and she climbed into the car. Through the rear window, they could see that there wasn’t much chance for them to fit in anyway. This woman was just so shockingly big and wide, they wondered how she even managed to stuff herself into the car.
Then she started it and off they were, over bumpy roads full of potholes. Brian grumbled:
“What the fuck are they doing with their roads out here? This sucks!”
He clung to the side of the car as it did another jump. William commented:
“Well, it’s not as if your car would have survived that road anyway, Mark …”
The other young man scowled at him, but didn’t say anything. He was still furious, but now, it was a cold kind of anger.Eventually, they reached an isolated farm. It was quite a bit from the next house, and the young men could barely see some glints of light from other buildings. Vincent chuckled:
“Very good. We’ll be alone with her! This will make things easy.”
William shook his head:
“Yeah, but there’s one thing you’re not getting, Vince: We’re alone with her!”
“Don’t be such a wimp, Billy-Boy.”
“Dude, no. I’m just being realistic.”
Brian cut them off:
“Shut it, both of you. We’re there.”
She stopped the car and said:
“Okay, get off. You can get inside and wash yourselves. Then I’ll fix you dinner and it’s time for bed!”
Vincent looked confused:
“Time for bed? It’s not even seven pm!”
“You’re going to get up early at my place. So go to sleep early too, or you’re not going to last through the day.”
He wanted to say something, but the look on Beth’s face made it clear that she tolerated no discussions.June 9, 2020 at 1:52 am #147457El_Roy_1999ParticipantA story for people who like older, fit women and the young women who transform into them …
Becoming Her Mother
Amber and her champion bodybuilder mother never got along well. Now, however, she has written her out of her will and disappeared. This couldn’t have happened at a worse time, so Amber resorts to desperate measures …
This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth (FMG), breast expansion and age progression. All characters are at least 18 years old.https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1026805
And here’s the preview:
Amber stared at her phone again. That was the fifth try this evening and still, her mother didn’t answer. She groaned. Yes, their relationship was difficult. Yes, it was partly her fault. Yes, she probably should have acted quicker. But the feeling of dread that was rising within her, that was telling her that it was too late now … It was terrifying. Ruben looked up from his paperwork:
“Any luck?”
“No. She won’t pick up. That’s the sixth day I’ve been trying to reach her.”
“The house was empty too. I wonder where she went?”
“I don’t know. I never understood anything she did. I mean, she wasn’t exactly making it easy.”
“You mean with the bodybuilding?”
“Yes. The bodybuilding. The fucking bodybuilding. Every day. All the time. Never a break, never a pause. And always the judgmental looks.” She mimicked her mother’s deep voice. “’Oh, Amber, you should really watch your food intake. You’re getting fat.’ God, I was twelve years old!”
“That is pretty harsh.”
“You better believe it. I spent years trying to get over this.”
Ruben smiled at her. She was hot, that much was certain. She had long strawberry blond hair, a curvy body with a nice big butt, a pair of surprisingly perky breasts and the slightest little tummy with a cute bellybutton. Amber dressed loosely most of the time, but she liked showing off her bust and butt enough to keep him horny.
“Well, you are hot, so that’s gotta count for something …”
She rolled her eyes:
“Ruben, that’s not the point. Mom’s a crazy person, but she’s good at making money. She always was. She always used her body to get what she wanted and she wanted everything. She had my dad pay for her training, all the while earning money on the side by selling pictures and videos to some horny freaks. And when he died, she just went through a bunch of sugar daddies, all the while getting people to donate money to her, simply because she told them!”
Ruben took a deep breath. He was happy he was sitting there, his crotch hidden from view. He was still ashamed that he didn’t tell Amber he already knew her mom from before they met. One could barely imagine his surprise when he stood in front of her and her realized it was her! The Masked Queen of Muscle – The woman he had been lusting after online for years. He had just stood there for a moment, his mind completely blanked.
Meeting Regina had been incredible. The woman was amazing. She wasn’t that much older than Amber, having had her in her late teens, before getting into bodybuilding big time. They looked rather similar, but Regina was a whole different person: She stood tall, was always dressed in skimpy, revealing outfits and never held back. No doubt she would have just grabbed and squeezed Ruben’s cock if Amber hadn’t been around. She was so aggressively sexual, it was downright intimidating. If she had asked him for a favor, he would have complied, regardless of what she wanted. Realizing that her online personality wasn’t a trick had shocked him.
Just thinking about her muscles and her tanned, brutal body turned him on.
Amber tried the phone again, but it didn’t work.
“And the other thing was … She was always on edge when she dealt with me. I think she just wanted some kind of Mini-Me for her to do the same crazy stuff as she did, with all the training, the weird diets and the drugs … When I said no, she asked again. Then I said no again, and she wrote me out of her will. Just like that!”
“I know, but we need the money now.”
Amber was on the verge of just tossing her phone away in frustration.
“I know! I know! I wanted to talk to her, but she’s ignoring me.”
Ruben swallowed, took a deep breath, then said:
“It might be something else …”
“What?”
“Well … I’ve been on her website, and …” She glared at him. He squirmed, then continued: “And she hasn’t been around in a while. So maybe she really disappeared?”
“Fuck. So, what do we do now?”
“Well, I don’t know, but we gotta act quick. If she’s been missing so long, she might be declared dead and then, her money might go to charity. And then, you’re basically out of luck.”
Amber let that sink in. The idea that her mother might actually be dead … It shocked her. Sure, there was little love lost between them, but if things went like this, if she was really dead … She took a deep breath. Maybe it was all a misunderstanding.
“We’ve got to do something now. Any ideas?”
Ruben tapped his fingers on the table.
“Yeah, well, I really don’t have much of a plan, but what if you called the lawyer who manages her testament? You can act as if you’re her and make him change it back.”
“That’s stupid. You can’t do that over the phone. You have to do that in person. And I don’t see how that could possibly work!”
The young man hesitated. There was a way, but … For a moment, a grin spread across his face. Amber gave him a skeptical look.
“What are you up to?”
“I have an idea. I’ll be back in a moment.”
And he left, leaving Amber to furiously stare at her phone.
He returned late at night. Amber had already prepared for bed, but she couldn’t calm down. When he came in, she asked:
“So? What’s your plan?”
He set a plastic bag on the couch table.
“You know how I worked as a janitor at that sports medicine clinic?” She nodded. “One of the docs there has come up with a treatment that will turn women into bodybuilders.”
She rolled her eyes:
“Yeah, sure, maybe. But I don’t have the time for this …”
“It works instantly. There’s these pills …” He showed her a bottle. “The women take them first. Then there’s a spray, it goes on the chest. Next, you have to put that cream on your skin, on the body parts that’ll look the best.”
“Mom kept insisting on her arms and her abs being the best.”
“Awesome. You’ll have to do that. And then, you get an injection with this into your arms, your legs and your torso. Yeah. And then, it should work!”
“And that’s really instantaneous?”
“As far as the doc’s secretary is concerned, it is.”
“What about her?”
“Well, one day she was fit and cute, and the next day, she was buff and ripped. So it must have worked.”
“Okay … I’m still not sure about this, but … Yeah. Okay, fine, let’s do this. It’s not like we’ve got any other options lined up.”
Ruben did his best to hide his growing arousal. That girl Audrey at the doctor’s office … She had somehow turned herself into a tanned, muscular uber woman, and now, he was going to get the same with Amber … He felt both incredibly horny and kinda bad. After all, he loved Amber the way she was. But that other, potential Amber … Oh God …
She was already busying herself with the pills. Glass in hand, she swallowed them one by one, complaining about the size and the taste.
“Yuck. That stuff is … bah.”
He gave her his most supportive look as she downed the final one. As she sprayed her chest as instructed, Ruben went to get some rubber gloves. Once he was ready, he said:
“Okay, let’s do the cream.”
“Make sure you get the arms and abs. If I have to do this, I want it to work!”
He started with her legs, rubbing the cream into her calves and thighs. She giggled.
“Hey, easy! Don’t rub my skin off!”
“Sorry. I don’t know how much is necessary.”
“Just be careful!”
He did as he was told, working his way up to her ass. There, he kneaded the goo into her cheeks, making her giggle.
“I wonder what it’ll feel like …”
The mere mention of this, the slight excitement in her voice, made him hard. He continued on the small of her back, then moved forward. Running his fingers over her tummy, he grinned. Soon, if everything went well, this would be a hard brick wall of muscle …
She gave him an odd look as he went for her crotch:
“I don’t think the lawyer is going to look there, do you?”
“Oh … Yeah, obviously. I just didn’t want to leave anything uncovered.”
“Whatever.”
He went up and up, working on her breasts. Instantly, he started playing with her nipples, then cupping her tits. She rolled her eyes:
“Focus, Ruben …”
He chuckled, apologized and did her back next, then her shoulders. He massaged the cream into her arms, thoroughly soaking her upper arms with the stuff. Then he said:
“Okay, just the neck and the face, and we’re done.”
She nodded.
“Alright, let’s get it over with.”
She closed her eyes and he got it done, her face now glistening from the cream. Then he asked:
“Want to watch the show?”
She hesitated, then said:
“Sure. Get the mirror from the bedroom.”
He carried it over and set it up. Then he said:
“Ready for the injections?”
“Do it before I change my mind.”
“You would?”
“Just do it!”
As he pulled out the needle for the last time, he was breathing heavily. She frowned at him, unsure of what he was pulling. Then she asked:
“So, how long until it starts?”
“I have no idea.”
“We should have done this in the morning …”
Her voice trailed off as a big bead of sweat dropped from her forehead. She took a deep breath.
“Is it me, or is it getting hot in here?”
August 12, 2020 at 5:03 pm #147930El_Roy_1999ParticipantI’ve been busy writing lately and managed to produce this 40,000 word story which fans of nice, wholesome stories with plenty of sex will probably enjoy!
Turnaround
Jeni arrives in Tempest City searching for a new and exciting life. Working at Ed’s bar seems like a first step, but things soon grow out of control. Literally!
This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth (FMG), breast expansion, height growth, male muscle growth and penile expansion (is that even a word?). All characters are at least 18 years old.https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1037883
And here’s a sample for you:
Jeni waited patiently for the other passengers to file out. Sitting in the back of the bus had been a good idea since she could sleep, but it did take longer to get off. When the line had mostly cleared, she got up, stretched and stepped out. As she passed the driver, she smiled and thanked him. The man was a little surprised, but nodded.
“Have a nice stay!”
“I hope I will!”
He couldn’t help smiling. She was maybe 5’4” tall, with wavy California blonde hair and the muscles she had acquired as a gymnast gave her that perky cheeriness everybody loved. She went to the bus’ stowage, got her backpack out and looked around. Okay, Tempest City didn’t look like much, but maybe that was just the bus terminal. She took out her phone, started the job offer app and found out that there was a big bar downtown that was hiring. The reviews were positive and people said that the owner, a guy named Ed, was “charming”.
She was a little surprised by the way to put it, but okay. Using the app’s map, she headed there. Jeni didn’t mind going by foot. Back in the tiny town she had lived before, she had gone everywhere either by foot or on her bike.
People in the street were a little surprised by the young woman with the big backpack, the shorts and the flowery top marching resolutely through the warm spring, but she just smiled at everybody. She hesitated whether she should say hello too. Back home, it was normal, but in a big city like this, people didn’t do it.
She tried it once, then blushed awkwardly when the person just stared at her and walked past her.Finally, she reached the bar. It was quite big. There was a large billboard on top, proclaiming it to be called the “Tempest City Music Bar”, with a stylized hurricane playing a guitar next to it. At this time of the day, it was still closed, but people were busy inside. She peaked through the windows of the doors and tried to catch a glimpse of someone. Once she saw some shape, she started waving her arm, the rapping against the wooden frame of the door.
At last, the person looked up, walked to the door and unlocked it. It was an average guy, a little out of shape, but broad-shouldered, with short brown hair. He was wearing jeans and a black shirt, which was a little tight on his stomach. He had a basket full of lightbulb boxes in his hand.
“Hello. We’re still closed. How can I help you?”
Jeni looked up to him. The guy was maybe four inches taller than her.
“Hi! I’m sorry to interrupt you, my name’s Jeni, and I saw that the bar is hiring!”
“It is. Hi, Jeni. Why don’t you come in?”
She nodded, thanked him and asked:
“What’s with the lightbulbs?”
There was a ladder in the background. The big guy said:
“One of them burned out, but I don’t think the ladder is going to support me like that.”
He pointed upwards at a kind of big chandelier that hung over the main bar. One of the lamps was out. She asked:
“May I?”
He nodded and she took one of the lamps, then quickly clambered up the ladder. He switched off the lights, and a moment later, she was back down, putting the busted lamp back in the box.
He smiled:
“Okay, I guess you’re hired.”
“Wait, you’re the boss?”
“Yeah. Last time I checked. I like to do some of the maintenance myself. It helps me spot the problems before they get too bad.”
“That’s what my dad always says!”
“Well, he seems to be a wise man.” He held out his big hand: “I’m Ed, by the way. I think you’ll do great as a waitress around here.”
“Thank you for giving me the chance. I’m new here, and I don’t even have a place to stay yet, so having a job is already awesome!”
“If you want, I could ask Cecilia if you could room with her until you find a place of your own.”
“Thanks! Who is Cecilia?”
“She’s another one of the waitresses. You’ll meet her in a moment. She should be here right away.”While Jeni helped Ed finishing the preparations for the day, a very thin young woman came in. She had chocolate cream skin, was some 5’8” tall and had long black hair cascading down her back. To Jeni, she looked cute, but there was a kind of wariness to her look. The woman gave them a little wave and said:
“Hi, Ed. New girl?”
Ed nodded:
“That’s Jeni. She’s new in town. Jeni, this is Cecilia.”
Cecilia smiled at her and said:
“Pleased to meet you. Why don’t I show you around backstage while our big man here finishes his nitpicking?”
“Hey! It’s not nitpicking. I want my guests to relax. So things have to be the right way.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll just get her dressed and we’ll do our part to mess things up again!”
Cecilia led her into the entrails of the bar. It was surprisingly comfortable back here. There were some music posters on the wall, most of them autographed. Cecilia opened a wardrobe and pulled out a shirt and some pants. Then, looking at Jeni’s legs, she put the pants back and picked a skirt.
“Try these on for size.”
Jeni did so and twirled around, letting the skirt fly. She laughed:
“Thank you! So, how is the job?”
“It’s great. The patrons are usually okay and Ed makes sure they don’t get handsy. He’s awesome, really. Took me in when I was at rock bottom and helped me back up just like that. No hidden agenda, no nothing. I was looking for a job and he gave me a chance. I work hard, I earn him good money and he pays well.” She grinned, flashing her teeth. “He paid for these as a bonus after a long week. We had seven bachelor parties in a row …”
“The teeth?”
“Yeah. Mine were in pretty bad shape, and one of the regulars is a dentist, so I got them fixed.”
“Oh. Cool!”
“They feel better too.”
“Sounds great!”
Jeni admired herself in the mirror. The shirt was red and white, with the hurricane logo on her left breast. It showed a bit of cleavage, but nothing too obscene. The navy blue skirt looked nice on her. It gave her some cheerleader vibes. Cecilia slipped on her pants and put on a padded bra. She squeezed it around for a bit until she had a bit of cleavage, then said:
“You gotta work with what you got.”
Jeni chuckled and did the same. Then Cecilia took her by the hand and showed her the technical stuff.Over the next few weeks, Jeni settled in. Rooming with Cecilia was fine. The other girl gave her enough personal space, often preferring to be alone. To her surprise, the big thing Cecilia loved was cooking. Despite being rail-thin, she produced some amazing food, treating her roommate to some great stuff. When Jeni asked where she learned that, Cecilia sighed:
“On the internet, really. When I was a kid, I never had any good food. The institutions were cheap and the foster parents were swamped, and cheap too. Later on, I didn’t even have the place. And now, I want to enjoy this.”
She took a small spoon, picked out some sauce from the pot she was cooking with and said:
“Give it a taste.”
Jeni tried:
“Wow. That is amazing. You should become a chef!”
“Nah. Too much stress. I like my job at Ed’s way more. Besides, I like my regulars.”The usual customers at the Tempest City Music Bar took to Jeni immediately. They loved her cheery attitude, her attention to detail and her ability to occasionally lie to calling wives. Together with Cecilia, they danced through the days, dropping into their beds tired but happy.
There was just one thing: Jeni did her best to keep up her gymnastics exercises to protect her back and maintain her stance, but she was starting to hurt. For Cecilia, it was the same thing. She joined Jeni on the exercise mat, but eventually, they gave up.
“We’ll have to ask Ed if he can recommend a gym.”
Jeni was surprised:
“Why ask Ed? We can look on our own.”
“Sure, but I’m certain he knows some guy who can give us a discount. I swear.”
They asked him the next day and Ed nodded:
“Oh yeah. There’s a health club down the road. It’s nice, I guess. I’ve been a member years ago, but I dropped out after a while.” He rubbed his belly. “Cybil owns it. She used to be a bodybuilder in the 80ies and settled on that once she was done with it.”
Jeni was surprised.
“A bodybuilder? Really? Like Arnold?”
“Not really. But I have an autograph card of her if you want to see her in her prime.”
Jeni nodded. Cecilia was intrigued too. Ed went to his desk, rummaged around for a while, then found the picture in a folder. He took it out and handed it to Jeni. It was a picture of a slim, tightly muscled woman in a bikini. She had big 80ies hair and looked very confident and, well, sexy. The girls looked at the picture and Cecilia grinned:
“Whoa. That is one weird thing.”
Jeni nodded:
“I like her confidence.”
Ed nodded:
“She’s still got that, at least.” He thought for a moment. “And she’s definitely the most in shape sixty-year-old I know.”
The young women gave him an odd look. Ed refocused on the matter at hand:
“Anyway, I’ll ask her to get me some memberships for her club. Her son’s a trainer there, I’m sure he can get your butts into gear. It’s on the house, employee benefits.”
Jeni squeed and shouted:
“Thanks! That’s great!”
Cecilia nodded and said, much more calmly:
“Thank you, Ed. I appreciate it.”The two women felt comfortable at the health club immediately. It was a little weird to meet the wives of the regulars from the bar now, but there were no major conflicts. Cybil was a tiny woman, still very slim and athletic, but she mostly covered up now. Her son, on the other hand, was a big, strong guy and he got to work with them immediately. A few weeks in, the training started to show. Not only were their back troubles gone, they also started to get more fit. Ed watched as his employees got a bit more muscular and he liked what he saw. Jeni’s butt had somehow grown tauter and rounder, boosting up her skirt a bit, while Cecilia had built some hints of abs which gave her thin shape some more definition.
The girls were definitely happy with their transformations and they worked hard to build on them. Cecilia had started exploring the joys of protein-rich cooking and they added a bonus meal a day just to support their growing muscles.
Of course, they were both just trying to be healthier, but they noticed the extra strength too. As Jeni was serving a table full of customers their beers, they were surprised to see her hold the tray full of glasses with just one hand as she arranged the coasters. Stu, a trucker, looked at her and asked:
“Tell me, Jeni, have you been working out?”
She nodded and smiled:
“Yeah! Like it?”
“Like it? Love it. Looks great on you.”
Danny, who worked as an electrician for the city board, laughed:
“It’s a good style for a girl. Shows you take good care of yourself.”
Trey, one of the cops from the station around the corner, grinned:
“If you ever get tired of serving drinks, you can join the force. We’ll save on equipment, since you already got your guns!”
They laughed, took their beers and thanked her. Jeni returned to the bar and said to Cecilia:
“Okay, I didn’t expect the men to be into fit girls.”
“Oh, you’d be amazed. Ever since I got those abs, the boys at the club are all over me.”
“Really?”
“Sure. It’s right up their alley.”
“You’ll have to take me with you once in a while!”
“I thought you’d never ask.”Cecilia took her to a club she liked, introducing her to her friends. They were quite impressed by Jeni’s looks and charmed by her innocence. She was funny, so they all had a good time and once they found out that Jeni really had no idea about dancing, they took her along and showed her how to move. With those years of gymnastics, she took to the new moves like a fish to water.
During a break, Cecilia took her to the chillout area and handed her a drink.
“Wow! I never, ever saw someone learn so fast! Girl, you’re a natural!”
“You’re wonderful teachers.”
“Yeah, right. Don’t sell yourself short. You’re great. Besides, all the boys are watching you.”
“They are?”
“Definitely. And they like what they see.”
“Seriously? I mean, look at all the other women here! They’re all gorgeous. The dresses, the makeup, the style … And the boobs. How is that even possible?”
Cecilia grinned:
“You really don’t know? A lot of the girls here have implants.”
“Whoa. I thought this was just a celebrity and porn thing.”
“Nah. It’s pretty common around here. The look has been very popular lately. I’ve been thinking about getting some myself. I just don’t have that kind of money.”
“You would get your boobs done?”
“Sure. I mean, I’m still really stick-thin, despite the muscles, and I would like to get some more attention. Also, I think I would look great with some breasts. I never had any!”
Jeni was fascinated:
“Okay, just how big are we talking here?”
“Oh, I don’t know … Maybe some B-cups? Or even Cs?” She made a gesture to suggest a good handful on each side. “A little bigger than yours?”
Jeni looked down at her own chest.
“That sounds reasonable. Although the girls here are bigger …”
“Yeah. But it wouldn’t fit me if I’m this thin.”
Jeni nodded, but she thought about their recent progress. Maybe Cecilia’s days of being thin were ending.Under Cecilia’s tutelage, Jeni became a regular at the parties, enjoying the music, the dance and the ambience. They became good friends, looking out for each other and making sure they were both safe and happy. One day, it was rather slow, Jeni asked Ed:
“Say, do you want to come along?”
“Where to?”
“Oh, to a party. It’s nice and you could enjoy it. You need to air out your mind once in a while.”
Ed looked at Jeni and sighed. Her looks had definitely improved over the last weeks and months. The training had paid off, giving her a toned look, her already straight posture improving further. The hairdresser had done wonders on her mane, working to give her blond hair that extra volume and shine to make her stand out. He was happy his support was helping her, but getting too close … He didn’t want to make this awkward.
“I don’t know …”
“Oh come on. Cecilia will show you the ropes. You’ll love it!”
Reluctantly, he agreed.
The next time he managed to clear an evening, he picked them up at the apartment. He couldn’t help staring as they opened the door. Jeni was wearing a cute blue dress that showed off her tight body, while Cecilia wore a miniskirt and a top that bared her sixpack. They looked amazing! Their fit legs were shapely and their butts stood out by a bit, the muscle giving them an incredible perkiness.
Ed had just picked some dark pants and a nice shirt and jacket combo and he felt confident, but faced with those two babes, he hesitated.
They hooked him under and led him to the car.
The party turned out to be a wonderful experience. Somehow, Ed managed to cut lose, to forget about his own business and to just enjoy the music and go with the flow. Cecilia decided that his moves were acceptable and they all just had a good time.
Eventually, the trio left the club, hot and exhausted, but happy. Ed laughed:
“I haven’t had this much fun in years!”
Cecilia smiled:
“I’m glad we could give something back.”
Jeni added:
“Yes. You’ve done so much for us … Ed, you’re a great guy!”
He blushed:
“It’s okay. It’s what a gentleman should do. Besides, thank you for letting a slob like me hang out with you super-fit girls!”
Cecilia waved dismissively:
“Ed, you’re fine. Your look is perfect.”
“I guess. But I thought … Would it bother you if I joined you at the gym? I don’t want to screw up the employer-employee relationship, but I can see whatever you’re doing works.”
“Sure! It’ll be great. We’ll show you all the tricks we learned.”They did. Ed was surprised. The girls were tiny next to him, way thinner and smaller in every way, and yet, they could keep up with him. No, they even surpassed him in so many exercises! Sure, he could use his strength for most stuff, but when it came to precision, to control and to stamina, they were way ahead of him.
It was great fun, though. They spent a lot of time together, supporting and motivating one another and making sure they progressed nicely. Cecilia prepared the meals for them, doing their best to make the rather bland protein taste nicely. It certainly worked. Meanwhile, Jeni researched new exercises and made sure they did them correctly. Her experience as a gymnast definitely came handy there.
The changes were astonishing. Ed started shedding his extra weight and got trim and fit in no time. Somehow, this gave him a lot of extra energy and he managed to go through the boring parts of his business much easier. Just knowing that an exhausting, yet rewarding workout was coming up helped him cope.
At the bar, the girls were getting a lot of compliments for their fitness, but some of the patrons started, well, not complaining, but wondering what the muscles were supposed to mean. Ed hesitated. The cute look was an important selling point. While he loved Cecilia’s and Jeni’s new style, he could understand that the customers were less enthused.
He brought it up one afternoon before opening. To his surprise, the girls agreed. They had thought about it too.
“We should probably dress down at work.”, Jeni said. “I think Trey’s starting to get intimidated.”
Cecilia chuckled.
“No wonder. You’re getting really muscular!”
“Pot calling the kettle black, buff girl!”
They laughed, flexing their guns and comparing their sizes. Recently, Ed had started buying them all some supplements to improve their gains, and the stuff worked wonders. On their arms, two tight bulges formed. Their biceps were getting big for girls!
Jeni said:
“Anyway, we should get some longer sleeves and maybe some tights. That should fix it for now.”
Cecilia saw Ed’s rather disappointed expression:
“Don’t worry. When we go out together, we’ll still dress up!”That was another thing. Ever since he had recovered his shape and stamina, Ed had started to enjoy the parties. He loved the ambience, the pulsating music, and, of course, seeing Jeni and Cecilia in their sexy outfits. He just gave them spending money, and they rewarded him well. They had just told him that they had found some amazing stuff recently and they longed for the next available evening.
When it came, he was blown away. Jeni wore some white hotpants and a neon green triangle bikini, covered by a transparent t-shirt that clung to her tight, muscular body. Cecilia wore a matching catsuit that gave her sleek look the over-the-top edge. Combined with their new heels, the girls looked astonishing.
Not that Ed was looking bad either, but damn!
They rode to the club they had picked for tonight, the bouncer recognizing and admiring them as they strode in. It was great! Ed could feel the admiration and jealousy of the other guys since he had those two uber-babes with him. They joked, they laughed, they had fun.
Later on, they relaxed at the lounge, and Ed noticed something. He smirked, then asked:
“Could you girls be missing something?”
Cecilia and Jeni looked at him inquiringly. He leaned back:
“I couldn’t help seeing it, but you’ve been looking at the other guests’ breasts all evening.”
The young women blushed. Ed grinned:
“A-ha.”
A little embarrassed, Jeni explained:
“Well … You know, ever since I started training hard, my boobs have kinda deflated … And Cecilia never had any. So we’ve both been thinking about …”
He replied:
“Getting your breasts done? Sure. Why not?”
Cecilia cocked an eyebrow.
“What do you mean?”
“If you want to, I’ll give you the money. I want you to feel good. Besides, you’ll look incredibly sexy with them. Even better than now!”
Jeni couldn’t really believe it:
“Damn, Ed, you can’t do this. It’s too much!”
“Nah. If it makes you happy, it’s a pleasure. You two have done so much for making me feel better, it’s just a way of giving back.”
They rolled their eyes.A couple of days later, Ed took them to the plastic surgeon’s office. They had decided on getting way larger implants than originally planned. The doctor told them they would probably end up around DD-cups and suggested those would look better if they planned on continuing their training. After all, their backs had already grown a bit and they didn’t want them to look odd on their chests. When they put the sizers into their bras, there had been a lot of giggling, but once everything was in its place, the two girls had been astonished. Jeni had stared at Cecilia’s uber tits and said:
“Girl, those are amazing. You’re going to look so good!”
“You too. Imagine those tits in our uniforms!”
They had turned to Ed and said:
“You’re going to have some new ones made now!”
He had nodded. And now, it was time for them to get them for real. Ed said goodbye, told them he would pick them up later on and wished them luck. Then they went in. Ed went back to the gym. He had to look into something. Last week, Stu had asked him whether he’d be interested in a special drug he’d gotten from a client of his. The stuff was a special metabolism booster that really improved muscle growth. It was somewhat experimental, but as far as he could tell, the effects were astonishing everywhere. With his newfound fitness, he wanted to go a bit further and that stuff sounded very interesting. Once he was there, he got changed and got the bottle out. The instructions said just two ccs a day, so he poured himself some and downed it. Then he hit the weights, wondering whether the stuff would work.
After a particularly satisfying workout session, he went to work, then took a break to get the girls. He came in and they were vaguely awake and obviously both tired and excited at the same time. Jeni looked at her bandaged chest and said:
“Whoa. Those are huge!”
Cecilia laughed:
“Yes! Oh yes. This is going to be great!”
Ed nodded.
“You look amazing. Now let’s get you home. Take a break, and soon, we’ll have you look as fantastic as always!”
The girls looked at him. Jeni said:
“Hey, thanks, Ed. That was really generous of you!”
Cecilia added:
“Oh yes. Man, you’re spoiling us!”
Ed shrugged:
“Don’t mention it. So, let’s get you out of here.”The young women recovered over the next four weeks, with Ed coming by every day to deliver any stuff they needed. He was careful to stay out of sight, though. There was a good reason for this. The formula he was using was working! In no time, he had started putting on some serious muscle mass and it was good, matured mass too! He was surprised: There was almost no bloat, just hard, efficient beef.
Ed loved to show off in front of the mirror now, going through the different bodybuilding poses and grinning at his development. Sure, he still had to put in the training, but it was now definitely worth it.
The people at the bar noticed too, even though he did his best to dress down. Stu knew what was going on, but he was still shocked by the effects. The others just stared. Danny grinned:
“Hey Ed, what’s up with the muscles? Looking for trouble?”
Trey shook his head:
“No, can’t you see he’s trying to impress those girls?”
They both laughed, and Ed had to admit they were right. He wasn’t sure how to deal with this, but he did love to impress Cecilia and Jeni with his generosity. Maybe it wasn’t just trying to be a good man …
He’d have to think about this.
After a bit of aimless pondering, he went to the gym. During a break, he asked Cybil:
“Do you have a moment?”
The old woman smiled and said:
“If you don’t mind me finishing the packaging for the food.”
“I can help you, if you want.”
“Nah. Just ask away. I’ll be quicker this way.”
“Okay, here it is: I think I might be falling in love with Jeni and Cecilia. Is that okay?”
The older woman continued her wrapping, then replied:
“That’s a good question. I think the girls like you a lot. It’s not the teenage love where you just instantly fall for someone. It’s more of a slow burn. You’ve got the same hobbies, you like the same stuff, you trust each other … I think this could be a great relationship, but it’ll be different from what people expect.” She looked at Ed’s bulging arms. “Then again, you might all be different from what people expect.”
He nodded slowly. That sounded like reasonable advice.
“Thank you, Cybil. That helps a lot.”
She chuckled:
“Anything for you, Ed. You’re a good guy.”
He shrugged and went back to his training.Once the healing was over, Ed went to pick up the girls at their place. It was time to check on them and see how they were feeling. Also, he was pretty certain they would need some new outfits, what with their enhanced busts. To be honest, Ed was going to need new threads too: Not only had his muscles really grown, but he could swear he had gone up maybe half an inch in those four weeks. He had no idea how that was even possible, but it was certainly welcome!
On the other hand, his outfit looked a little stretched now. He’d have to deal with that next.
He rang at the door and soon heard Jeni chirp:
“Cecilia, it’s Ed! Get ready!”
Ed smiled as she opened the door. They welcomed him in their bathrobes, big white fluffy affairs that concealed their bodies mostly, although it was obvious that their chests had grown bigger.
Jeni immediately started for him and hugged him. He could feel the masses of her breasts squeeze against his muscles. She was surprised:
“Hey Ed, did you do something different?”
He blushed.
“Yeah, I trained some more while you got better.”
She put her hand on his biceps and gave it a squeeze. He flexed to show off a little and she grinned:
“Whoa. You certainly didn’t waste your time!”
Ed shrugged. Cecilia interrupted them:
“Hey, he came to see the new look, so we should let him, don’t you think?”
Jeni laughed:
“You’re right. Okay, Ed, sit down.” He did as he was told. “Now give those a look!”
They stood next to each other, backs against him. Then, with a grin, they opened their robes and let them slide down. He could see they were wearing some string bikinis. Then they slowly turned around, giving him a good, long look of their enhanced busts. Ed was amazed. His pants instantly got very, very tight. Jeni had picked a light pink triangle bikini whose strings had obviously been extended. Her boobs were astonishingly big and round, with her nipples poking through the fabric. They looked rather perky, supported by her pecs. Next to her Cecilia’s coffee and cream breasts had expanded even more drastically. Due to her slim frame, they really clung to each other, even now giving her an astonishing cleavage. She had opted for a baby blue bikini, and her tits looked completely unreal.
Ed just stared at them.
Cecilia chuckled:
“I think that crashed him.” She waved a hand in front of Ed’s face. “You still there?”
It took Ed a moment to come back to his senses. The girls were happy. Jeni asked:
“I take it you like what you see?”
“This is awesome. Wow.”
They high-fived.
“Told you he’d love the bikinis!”
Cecilia added:
“And we’re going to look even better once we start training again!”
Jeni grinned:
“Yeah. Gotta get our abs back!”
Then, they both took a step back and Jeni counted in quietly. On three, they both jumped up, letting their boobs jiggle, and shouted:
“Thank you, Ed!”
He was a little surprised by the sudden show, but Cecilia said:
“She made me do it.”
Ed did his best to conceal his erection and asked:
“So, what do you say, should we get some new training outfits for you?”
Jeni nodded eagerly and grabbed Ed’s hand.
As he pulled himself up, she noticed the strain of his muscles on the fabric. She said:
“Okay, flex!”
He did, lifting his arm and pumping his biceps. The seams blew with a crack.
“We’re going to get some new outfits for you too!”They got dressed and left, taking Ed in their middle. He felt amazing, those two hot babes at his side. People stared at them or rubbernecked as they passed them by. With their current outfits, dressing down had proven to be impossible if they didn’t want to cover up completely. So, Jeni and Cecilia looked as if they were going to explode out of their shirts any moment now.
They reached the clothes store Cecilia had picked and immediately headed for the sportswear section. They had Ed sit down and enjoy the show, and man, did they show off. Ed was having a hard time concealing his cock. The first round was harmless enough, with the young women stepping into view in skintight yoga pants that showed off their curvy asses and some very deep-cleavaged shirts that gave him a good view of their big fake tits.
But that was far from enough.
The next round was a little more impressive, with them returning in matching hotpants, combined with midriff-baring neckholders that did absolutely nothing to hide the mass of their tits.
As they saw just how horny Ed was getting, they went in for another set.
Ed stared as they returned from the booths, wearing a pair of cut-out leotards that left absolutely nothing to imagination. There was an opening for their abs, one for their obliques and one for their cleavage. Jeni had picked a black one, while Cecilia had taken the white model. Their breasts stretched the fabric and their muscles, although now covered by a thin layer of fat, looked amazing.
They walked over to him and grinned:
“Nice, huh?”
He nodded slowly.
“Incredible.”
Cecilia chuckled:
“And they have a lingerie section too.”
Jeni giggled:
“I think we broke him again.”This time, Ed had to go for a walk while they picked their outfits. They said that it would be a surprise. As he went down the street, he thought about the situation. Did that mean that they were into him? The idea of buying lingerie like this seemed obvious. He grinned. Damn. Those two women were amazingly hot and they loved his company. This time, he had struck it rich! He grinned.
When he returned, the girls were ready. Just as they were about to leave with him, Jeni said:
“Wait! We didn’t get you a new outfit.”
Cecilia took him by the hand:
“We can’t let you walk around in rags!”
Ed rolled his eyes.
“Rags? My clothes are okay. Just the seams giving up is …”
Cecilia shook her head:
“Do a crab pose.”
“I don’t think that’s the place for this.”
“Do it.”
Sighing, he stretched, making the fabric groan. Then he flexed and the shirt ripped all over. There was a pause. The young women stared at the masses of muscle under the remains of his outfit. He could tell that they liked what they saw. Jeni took a moment to recover, then she said:
“Okay … That is something else. How did you do that? I mean, we were away from training for four weeks.”
He blushed:
“How about I get a new outfit first, then you’ll get the details, okay?”
They nodded and got him a suitable training outfit. As Ed admired his reflection in the mirror, he couldn’t help but thinking that he was getting really swole. He was wearing a bodybuilder’s tanktop and some shorts and he was filling it all out nicely.
Cecilia licked her lips.
“Nice. So, how did you do it?”
Ed lowered his voice and said:
“Well, I got this special booster and it kinda did that.” He went even lower. “I think it made me taller too. It could be a trick because of standing straight, but it’s possible.”
Looking at him conspiratorially, Jeni whispered:
“I want some of that.”
Cecilia added:
“Me too.”
Ed was a little shocked, but he said:
“Okay. I’ll share what I got.” Then he returned to his normal voice. “Shouldn’t I buy some more clothes for normal occasions?”
Cecilia shook her head:
“Not yet. If that stuff makes you grow, we can’t have you buy new clothes every two weeks. I’ll just rework the ones you got for now. Once you’re at your peak, we’ll get you some bespoke stuff.”
He nodded slowly, wondering just how big he was going to turn.August 31, 2020 at 10:34 pm #148077El_Roy_1999ParticipantA new story!
Dethroned
It’s the tragic story of how I went from king of the gym to lowly peon when I met Millie. This horrible woman took everything from me. And I love it.
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This is the story of how I got my life ruined and rebuilt. Please understand, I am a big guy. I was a tall kid, rather fat, but broad shouldered. I used to get picked on at school at first, but since I was pretty strong, I could easily teach the other boys a lesson and make sure they shut up. After school, I started working out. I just wanted to look good and to deal with my back pain, also, I decided I enjoyed just focusing on my training, keeping my mind off other things.
That was a great idea! I went from Mr. Bear to hunk in a year. Then I continued on and became a full-sized bodybuilder. A large one. I went to competitions, won a few ones, lost some, but settled for the gym eventually. In my normal job, I’m not that impressive. It’s just routine. But at the gym, I was the king.
Seriously, people respected me. Nah. I guess they were afraid of me. The dudes at least. The girls were into me, that is those that weren’t lesbians. And even those …
It turned out that not only being huge and muscular, but also having a rather big dick was great for a certain type of women. Women I enjoyed fucking.
I could just walk through the gym, showing off my big muscles, giving people encouraging nods, correcting little errors and straightening out the boys who didn’t know their place. Life was good.
That is, until she showed up.
Millie.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not against women building their bodies. Some of the best fucks I’ve had were musclewomen. They know what they like and they have the means to get it. That’s how it should be! But Millie … I don’t know why, but she instantly rubbed me the wrong way. Or rather, she didn’t. I was just strangely fascinated.
She walked in one day, did a few exercises, then came to me and said:
“Hey, big guy, could you give me some pointers to start?”
No please, no thank you. I mean, she was a tall, lanky girl, maybe 5’10”, 120 pounds or something, but I was a little impressed. Not by her look. She was just some weird stick insect, with no attempt at being even slightly sexy. No, I just found the sheer disrespect astonishing.
So I let her do her thing.
I came up with a training schedule for her and explained the various exercises. I didn’t do this because I liked her. I did it because she asked and I accepted her seriousness. Besides, I liked to brag about my skills at training and show off how good I was.
I watched her do her thing. I have to admit, I was surprised that she stuck to it. Most people here at the gym just don’t have it in them. They start strong, if they even do, then their motivation breaks down within a month and they disappear, usually being ashamed of their failure.
Millie did not. She started training and continued and she stuck to it. She continued asking me for hints and I have to admit, I felt flattered. Not that she made any attempt to get me to feel respected. It was just her ballsiness. Also, the training was showing results. She was getting buffer slowly and steadily. Her shoulders got wider, her arms got lightly muscled, her abs appeared on her midsection, she got muscular curves all over. Now, don’t get me wrong: This was not her becoming a bodybuilder. She was just looking fit. Besides, she kept mostly covered up. I wasn’t peeking or anything, but I couldn’t help myself from looking either. It was an interesting transformation, that was all.
Of course, I eventually couldn’t hold back anymore. I took her to the side and asked:
“Say, Millie, you’ve been working out here for three months and you haven’t slowed down. Do you want to make some real gains?”
She looked at me with a smirk:
“And if I do?”
“There’s a thing: The training is fine and all, but the real trick is the nutrition. If you want to make some serious progress, you need protein. A lot of it. Your current diet … It’s not going to cut it.”
“So you’ve got a solution for that?”
I don’t know why I stayed. I should probably just have shrugged and returned to my training. But that sheer snark was holding me back. Was I going crazy? To my own surprise, I said:
“Yeah. I have a deal with a friend. He cooks my meals. If you want, I can get you on his list too.”
“Okay. Do that.”
And she turned away and continued her workout.
I stood there like … I don’t know what I was like. Like a fool? Like a complete idiot? Why did I let her do this? I don’t know why, but I gave my friend a call.
How should I put it? Millie was starting to worry me. She was turning into my nemesis, or something. No, really. I was the king of this gym. The newbies feared me, the senior members bowed to me, the management was afraid of me taking my business and my body elsewhere. I was big, I was strong, I was ripped. I was disciplined as hell, I took no days off. I didn’t do cheat food, I trained precisely. I was incredible.
I went to contests not to participate. I went there to win.
And now, this.
This woman … She was starting to get buff. I couldn’t see that much, simply because she kept wearing that ridiculous tracksuit, but I got glimpses of her developing muscles. And I hated her. I hated her so much. I even got one of the bunnies to check on her. Pinky or Minky or whatever her name was went into the showers with her to see what she looked like without that suit. She even managed to snap a blurry picture of Millie.
Fuck. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing on that girl’s phone.
Now Millie wasn’t a bodybuilder yet, but damn … She was well on her way. Her muscles had definitely grown, her shoulders had become wider, her arms more ripped, and her back … Okay, that was getting into bodybuilder territory. As was her ass …
Shit.
I knew I was a good coach, but I couldn’t believe such little support helped so much …
Now here’s the thing: I was starting to fantasize about her. Was this a thing? I mean, wasn’t I supposed to be lusted after? I expected Millie to look at me, to admire me, to want to feel my muscles.
No way. Instead, I found myself watching her as she trained, trying to sneak another peek at her body. I did my best to purge this from my mind. I wanted to stay the king. And yet, somehow, she was gnawing at my power.
One day, maybe after seven months of training, she walked up to me and said:
“Hey, King, thanks for the hint with the food. It’s working great.”
I acknowledged her with a grunt. “King” … She had a way of saying this that made me cringe. There was no respect in her voice. She just said it as if it were my name.
She continued, watching me train. There was no admiration, no fawning. Just seeing what I was doing as a matter of fact. Eventually, I couldn’t bear it anymore and growled:
“Is there anything you want?”
“Yeah. I heard you could get me some gear.”
I stared at her. Seriously? I mean, of course, I could get anything I wanted, even the crazy stuff not even I used regularly, just before the important competitions. The stuff that had so many sides you had to pick which ones you chose as wanted effects just to calm your mind.
I should have just told her to fuck off. Enough already.
I didn’t. Instead, I shushed her and said:
“You shouldn’t use that stuff. You don’t need it. You can get buff and fit naturally. Just eat right, train, and you’ll see.”
She grinned and replied:
“Yeah, no. I want that stuff. I want to get big, you know?”
I tried it once more:
“Seriously, Millie, that stuff is dangerous and it can fuck you up. You shouldn’t even think about it.”
“Whatever, King. I look at you and all I see is that it works. So I want this too. So get me some.”
I wanted to just tell her to leave me alone. I couldn’t. The King doesn’t beg for people to go. But somehow, I couldn’t just make her leave without coming across as pathetic.
“Okay. I’ll get it. But be careful, okay.”
“Yeah, no problem.”
And she left, again letting me stand like an idiot.
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