[El_Roy_1999]

As most of you might have noticed, I haven’t been too active lately, with corona and work making things hard. However, I still sometimes have time to write and here’s a new one.

Teenage Dickgirl

Inspired by a certain song from ages ago, here’s a little story some of you might enjoy.

Noelle is an awkward girl, she’s a nerdy metalhead and she’s hopelessly in love with Alex, the biggest jock around. She doesn’t want to give up hope, but there are two things she has to deal with: One is that he’s into fit girls. The other one is that she’s a dickgirl.

This first-person erotic fiction contains female muscle growth and futa. All characters are at least 18 years old.

Get it here:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1060940

Here’s a preview:

Hi! My name is Noelle, and I am a dweeb. Really. I am scruffy and clumsy and crap. I only have the nerdiest friends and I haven’t worn stylish clothes in years. Just so you get my look: I usually wear some shapeless jeans, a big black t-shirt with some rather ironic metal or fantasy image (I especially like the three wolf-moon one, but it doesn’t work for me.) and a shirt on top. To make my hair look less horrible, I tend to wear caps or hats, but for some shitty reason, whenever I try to put on a cap of some team, they start losing horribly. I can’t do that, so I try to stick to nondescript stuff.

So yeah. I’m crap and ugly. I still got zits. I haven’t had a good hair day in ages. I have a weird way of standing and I’m clumsy as fuck. Although I’m a nerd, I’m obviously not very clever and my grades are … yeah. Shitty.

I mean, it’s probably going to work out in the end, but for now … Nah.

To make things worse, I have a dick.

Now, a lot of nerds have dicks. The guy nerds at least. My problem, though, is that I’m a girl. I got boobs, although they don’t look like much, and I have a vagina. With a dick on top. I don’t seem to have balls though, but I’m not sure that’s a loss. There’s also the clit question, and the answer is: My cock kinda does the same thing, but there’s like something in me that’s also very, very nice to work with. Just so you get an idea: I have a vibrator. And when that thing is in me and I jerk off with my other hand … That’s nice.

Really nice.

The thing is, I was born this way and my parents couldn’t make up their mind, so they let me be me. I’m kinda happy about this, but also kinda not. It’s super awkward and another reason for me not being into sports: If I don’t get sweaty, I don’t have to shower. If I don’t have to shower, I don’t get fucked over for being a freak.

Things like that.

Anyway, there’s a guy I love. He doesn’t know, obviously. Big, hunky jocks don’t usually see people like me. I could actually be invisible to them. His name is Alex and he’s massive.

I know, I know, nerds usually aren’t into big guys like that, but … bear with me. I’ve been into superhero stuff all my life. Metal too. I love muscles on a guy. Seriously. And that guy, he’s got them in spades! He’s not really tall, but he’s big, with broad shoulders and a chest like a linebacker. Which he is, obviously.

Also, maybe it’s just me, but for a jock, he’s got kind of a soft side, if you get me?

I have been spending a lot of time dreaming of him, but I don’t think he notices me. Besides, even if he did … Would he date a girl like me? With a, you know, dick?

I’ve been talking to Bran lately. He’s kinda my best friend since forever. He’s a cool guy, as far as nerds are concerned. He plays bass, is good at crafts and he’s really funny.

Before you ask: No, he’s not into me. He likes the girly girls.

I tried figuring this out soon enough, by showing him some futa porn and check out his reaction. He didn’t like it. So I decided to not ruin our friendship. It’s not worth it and he’s not my type.

Whatever. Bran told me that the jocks had asked him to fix one of their sports things, just some machine that was broken, and he obliged. As I said, he’s a cool nerd. And as he was fixing that thing, he could listen to them talk and they talked about girls. Cos that’s what jocks do, right?

So here’s the thing: Of course, I had to ask Bran to tell me everything. I never thought I’d have a chance, but I wanted to know how far away I was. It was stupid of course. That’s basically setting yourself up to get hurt.

I mean, what do I do when he says he loves big titted bimbos?

Right.

Anyway, the guy said that he loves fit girls. So much for that. I’m not gonna compete on that one.

But Bran said:

“Hey, Noelle, calm down. Listen, there’s more!”

I was all:

“Yeah, right. More shit I can’t do.”

And he said:

“Not really. But … I swear he was awkward about this.”

“Awkward. Really. Why would a fucking jock be awkward?”

“I don’t know. I mean, that guy probably has some confidence issues. He’s short and pumped up. That’s a telltale sign.”

I shrugged.

“Seriously? That’s the big thing?”

“No. What I’m saying is: That guy is hiding something that’s awkward for him. There’s a thing he doesn’t want the others to know.”

“So the next thing you’re gonna tell me is that he likes stupid nerds in big t-shirts?”

“Nah. That’s not it. You know me, right?”

“Kinda, yeah. Since forever?”

“Right. So you know I like my girls girly?”

“Girly. Sure.”

“But you know what it really means, don’t you?”

“You like bimbos.”

“I like bimbos. Now, you can’t just run around and say: ‘Ooh, I like bimbos!’ That’s the best way of not getting any.”

“And your point is? It’s not like you’re getting any girly girls either.”

“That was uncalled for. What I’m saying is: If he says he likes fit girls, it means he likes muscle girls.”

“Yeah, right. Dude, he’s a fucking jock. Of course he likes fit girls. That’s all there is for him.”

“Okay. Sure. But here’s a thing: The guy’s single. No girl at all.”

“So maybe he’s gay?”

“Maybe … But I trust my weirdar.”

“Your what?”

“My weirdar. It’s a radar for weirdness. That guy is weird. And he has weird tastes.”

I rolled my eyes and sighed:

“Okay. So maybe he’s into muscle girls. What does it change? I’m not a muscle girl.”

“Yeah. But you are in a good position to train …”

“Why, because I have a dick?”

He shrugged. I shook my head.

“Listen, let’s drop that shit and listen to some music.”

And we did just that.

So here’s the thing: Fucking Bran was onto something, and his idea was starting to roll around in my brain until it finally won me over. I mean, the thing is, I am a girl with a dick. I don’t have a moustache or anything, and my body hair is normal. I have boobs, for fuck’s sake. But that thing with the higher testosterone level … It’s not really wrong.

Maybe I should try it. Just to give it a shot. If it doesn’t work, it’s fine too. After all, the worst thing that could happen is that I get rid of my back pain. That wouldn’t be bad either.

I’d have to be really discreet about it, though. Nothing out in public.

If it works, fine. Once I got something to show, I can try. If it doesn’t, I won’t.

Of course, there’s also the whole dick situation, but I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it. Definitely.

[El_Roy_1999]

A new story, available here:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1071198

Anything for a Story
After a screw-up with a story, Alexis is forced to cover a bodybuilding competition to make up for it. The thing is, though, that those incredible musclewomen turn out to be quite enticing …
This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth (FMG), breast expansion and age progression. All characters are at least 18 years old.

And a preview for you:

The convention center loomed ahead of them. It was a massive building assembled of huge, uncovered concrete slabs, and it looked just as brutal and terrifying as what was going to happen inside. Above the entrance, huge letters on a banner proclaimed that this was the Western Open Competition of the National Bodybuilding and Fitness Association. On both sides of the entrance, two equally huge banners had been suspended, the left one showing a giant muscleman wearing some rather tiny underpants and the right one displaying a ripped, muscular woman with absurdly large breasts and an equally tiny bikini.

Cal lifted the bag with the camera up and looked at his wife. Alexis was just fixing her makeup and getting ready for the introductory segment. She hadn’t talked to him for the entire trip, except for the occasional monosyllabic mumble. He certainly understood why she was angry and frustrated, but he was starting to tire of her silence.

Well, she certainly broke that now, but instead of saying anything worthwhile, she started her warm-up vocalizations. He had to admit, she was cute when she did that. They were both so young and inexperienced and struggled to make this work, so anything they could do to help was welcome, right?

When the babbling was done, she smiled at him, checked her hair once more, which was still as strawberry blond and bouncy as ever, did one last makeup fix and finally said:

“Okay, I’m ready.”

He wanted to say something, but then, he decided to stick to his professionalism. He shouldered the camera and said:

“Alright. Tell us everything!”

She took a quick breath, then smiled at the camera with that fake excitement and began:

“This is Alexis Rivera, reporting from the Western Open Competition, where the best athletes of our state are going to show their strength and hard work. It’s a very special event because it marks the return of women’s bodybuilding to the international sports scene. Time to see what this is all about!”

She did a kind of turn to suggest that she would head inside and stopped. Looking at Cal, she asked:

“So, was that okay?”

“It was great. I think I can use it.”

“I wish this stupid assignment was over already.”

“I know, dear. But we gotta go through with it if we want the boss to reinstate you and we can get back to our normal job.”

There was a heavy pause as he realized he was maybe, just maybe blaming her for their predicament. After all, if she hadn’t trusted that so-called whistleblower, they would still be covering exciting political duels, rather than oily, pumped-up people in tiny underwear. He sighed:

“Look, I …”

“No, no, it’s okay. It was my fault. I should have listened to my gut. It did feel fishy, you know? But I wanted that story to be true.”

He hugged her carefully, so as not to damage her hair or her makeup or to crinkle her blazer.

“We’re going to fix this. Together. And maybe, we can find something exciting in that after all.”

She snorted:

“Yeah, right. Bunch of freaks. And it’s not even cool freaks, like some artsy thing or a festival.”

“Anyway, let’s get going.”

He packed up his equipment and they headed inside.

A voice boomed over the stage:

“Quarter turn to the right. Side triceps.”

Alexis was confused. That was it? A bunch of supertanned women in skimpy bikinis doing weird poses? She tried to understand what she was seeing. Was this some kind of insane beauty pageant after all? Would there be a talent segment? Would there be juggling?

She looked over to Cal and wanted to say something. He was carefully filming the scene, concentrating on the display. She opened her mouth and shut it again. Was he having an erection? Seriously? She frowned. She could see his lips move in the darkness. Okay … So he was getting turned on by this? She focused. The last thing she needed was her screwing up the material. After all, she had to be professional if she ever wanted to cover something else than that.

That.

She glanced back at the stage. Alexis wouldn’t have thought about it at first, but she had to admit that the show was impressive. Not the action, because there basically was none, but the display. She looked closer. The women were absurdly muscular, and the muscles were on brutal display. She knew a few things about stage lighting, and if they still looked like this under that intensity, they had to be brutally ripped.

Sure, she went to the gym herself, it was almost a prerequisite in her job and she probably could have a sixpack if she dieted for a week or two, but damn.

In a way, it was strange to see the whole artificiality in that. Those women had worked hard to look like this. She could see the breast implants, the heavy makeup, the hair … This was all a lot of sacrifice for just a few minutes on stage. She sighed: That situation was very familiar to her. She had dyed her hair, lost fifteen pounds, learned to speak in that special news-TV style, she trained, she tanned, she had actually been thinking about getting implants.

In a way, those women were doing the same things she did, only more extreme.

She looked over to Cal again. Fuck. That was a major hard-on. She didn’t think he normally had one of these unless he was really starved. Alexis didn’t know what to make of this. She’d probably have to talk about this.

“And on first place … Michelle Choe!”

There was a burst of applause. Alexis got up.

“Okay, enough daydreaming. We gotta interview her!”

“Coming!”

Cal packed up his things as fast as he could, careful to hide his erection. Alexis rolled her eyes, but said:

“I’m going down there right away. Just follow up when you’re ready.”

“Sure, sure.”

Alexis ran to the backstage area as fast as her heels allowed and quickly addressed the usher:

“Hi! My name’s Alexis Rivera. I work for Bay City News and would like to interview the winner!”

She showed her ID card and pass. The usher smiled and opened the door:

“Come on in. But be careful. The ladies tend to be hungry after a competition. Don’t let them eat you!”

She smiled and did a cute laugh, then headed in.

Moments later, she was face to face with Michelle Choe. That woman was impressive. She was quite short, but her body was absolutely packed with muscle. She was also amazingly busty. Everyone here was. Just being in the presence of all these uberwomen made her feel inadequate. God, they were all so massive …

Michelle turned to her and said:

“Hello! I did not expect the press to show up.”

“The press? Yeah, the news. That’s me. My cameraman is coming in a moment.” She nodded to herself and focused on Michelle. “Congratulations to your win!”

“Thank you. It was an interesting competition. Very good candidates.”

“How do you feel?”

Michelle’s smile radiated a kind of motherliness that didn’t exactly fit her age. How old could she be? In her mid-twenties?

“Oh, you probably know. Tired, happy and hungry. But proud of my achievement.” She wiped a film of sweat from her brow. “Say, since I assume that you are not going to cover this like a regular sports event, why not come and visit me for an in-depth interview? I am certain I can make time tomorrow in the afternoon.”

“Oh … Wow. Yes! That would be great. Cool! Thank you. I’m gonna be there, sure!”

“Very well then. I have to admit that I really want to cut this short, because I am very, very hungry.”

“I totally get it. Thank you very much. And again, congratulations!”

Michelle turned away with a smile and went to take care of her things. Alexis thought about another interview, but the place was emptying quickly and Cal wasn’t there yet. When he did show up, it was already late and they went to the hotel. He mumbled something about getting held up at the toilet. She groaned. She had an idea what happened.

That evening, once Cal had checked the material and found it promising, they got in bed. It took her a while, but then she asked:

“So, did you like the show?”

“The show?”

“The bodybuilding show. The one you’ve been filming.”

“Yeah. It was nice.”

“Nice? I thought it was fascinating.”

“Fascinating? Really?”

“Yeah. Totally. I mean, those women … They were incredible, right? Those muscles, those outfits … I mean, you gotta be really brave to get on stage like this.” She paused for a moment and glanced over to him in the semidarkness. She had to know. “What do you think?”

“Err … Well, they were buff. And they were obviously dedicated … And it was a good show, I guess?”

She grinned and rolled over to him.

“Just that? Really?” She rolled up her pajama’s sleeve and gave her biceps a flex. It barely moved. “What would you think if I got buff like that? If I had some big arms like Michelle?”

She could see his cock stiffen under the sheets.

“Michelle?”

“The winner. By the way, she invited us to interview her. I just might ask her about training tips, right? Get in shape, if you understand what I mean …”

“But … You don’t have to do anything … I love you the way you …”

She cut him off and climbed on him, feeling his hard-on against her butt.

“Bullshit. Cal, we’ve been together for a while now and I can tell if you’re horny. Even without your cock being all hard. And it is. So be honest with me. Don’t you think those girls were sexy?”

He was probably blushing now and she chuckled. With a quick movement, she turned off the light and they were plunged into darkness. Only the occasional stripe of white headlight crossed the ceiling. She put her hands on his chest and said:

“Imagine me with muscles like that … Big, hard muscles … All over. Massive arms. Like Michelle. A broad chest like that … A sixpack … Boobs like a porn star … That tan … Imagine me being stronger and harder than you … All heavy and strong and buff …”

“Fuck, Alexis, what are you … doing …”

He struggled to control himself, but then, he came.

There was an awkward pause. Then she kissed him, a little confused with what to do now. Neither of them would sleep well tonight.

[El_Roy_1999]

A new, shorter story about incredible tenacity! I hope you enjoy it. 

The Model
Louis wants to take a picture of his girlfirend and he’s picked the perfect pose. The trouble is, he’s not the fastest photographer and she’s gotta show her stamina to make it through this.
This erotic fiction contains female muscle and a feat of strength. All characters are at least 18 years old.

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1073479

Here’s the preview: 

Kim walked on the roof, wearing her skimpiest bikini and smiling at her hubby. Louis was fiddling with his tripod, trying to set it to the right height. It was still new and he was struggling with all the screws. She came very close and asked:

“Need some help, dear?”

“Uh, I’m managing, I guess. Those things are really tight, though.”

“Let me.”

She took the plastic in her hand and careful applied some pressure. She didn’t want to break Louis’ new toy. Photography was his new hobby, and now, he finally had the opportunity to blow as much money on his pastime as she did.

The screw loosened and she said:

“There you are.”

“Thank you.”

He smiled at her and took her all in. She was incredible. Kim was a tall, leggy blonde, and she was outrageously muscular. She worked out religiously every day, she ate five to seven meals a day and she was on a strict regimen of supplements that not only made her huge, but also kept her tight and shredded. There wasn’t a bit of fat on her that didn’t make her look better.

Louis took a deep breath and did his best to keep his horniness under control. She was incredible. That bikini was just three tiny scraps of fabric placed strategically to barely make her outfit legal and he could see every little vein and muscle fiber under her tanned skin.

“Alright. Damn, Kim, you look amazing.”

“Thank you. Sooo, where should I stand?”

“Just there, in front of the screen.”

He pointed at the large white stand that softened the light around her.

“Take the dumbbells and then do a cross pose. I want to get a good look at your muscles and make sure I get the shadows right.”

“Sure. No problem.”

She took up position, lifted up the weights and chuckled:

“Don’t you want me to take some heavier ones? Those are just twenty pounds. They don’t look like anything.”

“Uh, I dunno. Let’s just try it like that, okay?”

“Hey, it’s your call.”

With a smug expression, she lifted her arms, feeling the heaviness of her lats against her biceps as she got ready. Kim smiled at the camera and asked:

“Is that the pose? It’s not very interesting.”

“No, no, it’s perfect. Now please hold it while I get everything ready.”

“Sure.”

Kim watched as Louis looked through the camera, turned some little wheels and then fidgeted with the rings of the objective. This would be over soon, she guessed.

There was a click and she relaxed, untensing her arms. Instantly, she heard Louis call out.

“No! Please don’t. Keep everything flexed. I was just doing a test.”

“Oh. Okay.”

She tightened her arms again, then smiled again.

He started again, adjusting the camera some more.

“Hmm … Okay, that’s not …”

Another click.

She tensed her arms a bit to find a better position.

“Hey! I … Please, dear, I love you, but stop fidgeting.”

“I’m not fidgeting. I thought you were done.”

“I’m not. Listen, I’ll tell you when I’m done. Just hold the pose, I have to figure something out.”

“Can I help you?”

“No, no, I got this. Just hold the pose and let me try. It’s not a big problem.”

She barely stopped herself from rolling her eyes, then spread her arms and got back into the position as wanted. Louis suddenly laughed out loud.

“Oh, okay. Found it. I have to turn off the automatic function. Now it’ll work.”

There was another click and he said:

“Okay. That’s okay, but I think I’ll have to try the other objective.”

The young man unscrewed it and carefully stowed it into its case, then picked out another, much longer one.

“That should be it.”

Kim still stood there, her arms spread. She held up the weight easily. It really wasn’t that heavy compared with what she usually moved. She just focused on holding her arms straight. She had to admit, though, that her muscles were beginning to strain. Nothing bad, but she needed a little effort.

Louis was ready again and said:

“Alright. Smile. Smile, please.”

She did, shooting him a warm smile full of enthusiasm and power.

“Perfect.”

Click. 

[El_Roy_1999]

So I tried my hand at some transformation stuff, with two women turning themselves into anthropomorphic orca muscleladies. It’s a bit of an experiment, but I think it went well. 

Orca
Lyra has always been fascinated by the sea and especially by orca whales. Now she’s out there on her private island she’s going to test that strange chemical she got herself. Her fascination will come true …
This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth, breast expansion, height growth and transformation into a human/orca hybrid. All characters are at least 18 years old.

You can get it here: 
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1074764

As usual, here’s the preview: 

Lyra was floating. The light shone down through the clear water. She felt the pressure of the water on her body, her legs moving slowly, flippers gently beating. She felt relaxed, yet focused. These moments were perfect for her. The sense of freedom, of strange weightlessness … It was marvelous.

She looked around, marveling at the deep blue sea around her. A school of fish appeared out of the blue, curious about what she was. She let them pass and gave herself the slightest push, then started rising again. It was time. She had trained hard and was easily able to hold her breath for maybe five minutes now, but she had to manage her time well.

Up and up she went, the serene calm and the sparkling light making her smile. She broke through the surface, took a deep breath and leisurely swam back to the pier. The island was rather small and very far away from everything. She had bought it for a small part of her inheritance, then had the house built on it. It was just as small, really only three rooms, and entirely self-sufficient. Other than the house, there was a grove of palm trees and a few rocks. The place was as barren as irrelevant. However, the undersea life was astonishing. She had been careful not to have the construction pollute the place and she did her best to respect the environment, keeping her impact as small as possible.

As she climbed on the pier, she stretched, removed her flippers and her glasses and dried herself off. Her long, strawberry blond hair hung a little limply from her head, but it would dry soon. The air was warm, only cooled by a gentle breeze.

She walked back to the house and already heard Omaya’s grunts. Her best friend had insisted on accompanying her. She had also brought her equipment and just watching her workout was a sight to behold. Lyra knocked on the door frame:

“I’m back.”

The big woman racked her barbell after finishing her set, then sat up. She was astonishing. Her muscles were true works of art, big, hard and defined. Omaya stretched, her power somehow radiating from her deeply tanned skin.

“Done swimming?”

“Yeah. It was amazing. I have to say, it’s incredible. And it’s going to get even better.”

Omaya looked intrigued:

“What are you up to?”

“I have a thing I plan to do …”

“Okay … What kind of thing?”

“It’s a bit strange. Why don’t you shower, I fix us something to eat and we talk?”

The musclewoman nodded and added:

“That sounds strange. Fine.”

“See you in a moment.”

She left the room and Lyra went to the kitchen. She started fixing up the food for today. It was fresh fish which she had caught herself earlier, seaweed and some sea cucumbers, plus some self-made noodles. For Omaya, she focused on working with as much protein as possible. It had made her lose a bit of weight and had made her more toned. She smiled nervously. Lyra couldn’t just continue not telling her. It was the entire point of the trip! When Omaya had told her that she wanted to come along, she had hesitated. In a way, she had agreed because she thought about having a safety. Something to hold her back in case she did something stupid …She still wasn’t sure how to put it in words. Maybe she should just tell her?

 

A few minutes later, Omaya emerged from the bathroom, her thick tresses hanging over her mighty chest. She was wearing a tight shirt that stretched over her broad upper body and some cute shorts. Lyra grabbed the food and put it on the table, then she sat down with her friend.

“Bon appétit!”

Omaya chuckled:

“Wow. That looks delicious!”

“Enjoy!”

They dug in. Once they were sated, Omaya leaned back happily and asked:

“Okay, that was amazing. Now please, you gotta tell me what you have in mind!”

Lyra hesitated. The whole thing was crazy, obviously, and she would have preferred to keep it secret. However, Omaya was her friend and she couldn’t just ignore the whole situation, could she? She took another sip of her drink, then said:

“Alright … The thing is … It’s weird. Please don’t judge me.”

“Judge you? Okay. This is starting to feel really odd.”

“I know. It’s … Oh my God. I …” She took a deep breath. “I’ve had this dream for a long time …”

Omaya stared at her intently trying to figure out where this was going. Lyra continued:

“You know how studying marine biology was my dream ever since I was a kid.” Omaya nodded. “Well … I always found orcas fascinating.”

“Yeah.”

“And they are disappearing.”

“They are.”

“Well … I kinda wanted to experience this.”

“Disappearing?”

“No. I want to become one.”

“An orca? How?”

Somehow, Lyra was relieved that Omaya didn’t just shake her head and declare her to be crazy.

“I used the money from my parents’ inheritance to buy several genetic technology labs and had them develop a substance that would reprogram my body into a kind of hybrid.”

“Whoa. That’s some serious science fiction stuff.”

“Definitely. It should work, though. Once I use it, my body will change and I will become both human and orca.”

“That is weird. What do you mean by that?”

“As far as they told me, my teeth would reshape themselves, my lungs would grow, my body would get this streamlined look, I would develop natural flippers and a backfin, and I would get incredibly strong and dense muscles.”

Omaya breathed out sharply:

“Alright. This sounds crazy. And you are going to use it now?”

Lyra nodded:

“I will.”

“Okay.”

The slim woman was shocked:

“Okay? How is that okay with you?”

“Lyra, we’ve known each other forever: You know how I rebuilt this body? If there’s anyone able to understand the wish to change your physique, it should be me.”

“So you don’t think I’m crazy?”

“No, no. I certainly think you are crazy, but then so am I.” She flexed her left arm, her huge biceps popping out. “Besides, it kinda sounds interesting. Is there a way to reverse the process?”

“I guess so. I didn’t plan to.”

The musclewoman grinned:

“Then I want in. You’re not going to go on this trip alone, are you?”

Lyra felt as if her heart was going to flow over.

 

A little later, she brought two vials and some syringes to the living room. She put them down on the table and said:

“These are the drugs. They told me that the transformation will take several days and will be gradual and painless. It might be a strange experience, though.”

“It is a strange experience, Lyra. That’s obvious.”

“So, are you still in?”

“Sure. Let’s do this!”

“Wow … I’m amazed. Thank you!”

Omaya rolled her eyes and said:

“Should I shoot you up? I have some experience with needles.”

“Okay.”

She took the vial and swabbed Lyra’s butt. Then she drew the liquid from the vial and prepared it:

“Ready? Here it comes.”

Lyra nodded and said:

“Do it.”

The needle went in, Lyra winced a little as Omaya sank the plunger, but soon, it was over. The musclewoman put a bandaid on the wound and said:

“Alright. Now do me.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes, for the third time. I want to see this!”

Lyra did her best. She wasn’t too skilled at this and Omaya sighed, but once it was done she asked:

“So, what happens next?”

“Not much, I guess. It’ll start slowly and we’ll see how long it takes.”

“Okay. So, let’s pass the time.”

She threw herself on the sofa and patted the place next to her. Lyra was a little surprised, but sat down next to her. Omaya grinned:

“I don’t know about you, but this … It kinda turns me on.”

The thin woman blushed:

“Yeah … It sort of does that.”

She put her hand on Omaya’s thigh. The musclewoman grinned. She slid her arm behind Lyra’s head and brought her a little closer. Soon after, the two women were fondling each other, kissing and examining each other’s bodies. Lyra quite enjoyed this, while Omaya, who obviously was a little more experienced, just let it run.

 

A little later, they went to bed, preferring to share it tonight. Somehow, the whole situation was still unclear, so they needed all the comfort they could get.

That night, Lyra had the strangest dreams. She was underwater again, but this time, she felt completely at ease, without the slightest hesitation. She just floated through the pristine ocean, the blue world unfolding around her. She did however feel a strange tingle grow within her. It was hard to place it.

Suddenly, she awoke.

It was the dead of night, so she didn’t turn on the lights. She didn’t want to wake her friend. Walking along through the darkness, she found her way to the bathroom. She went in and saw the shadow of her reflection in the mirror. It looked … different. She hesitated. Should she turn on the light? What horrors might she see? Would she be able to sleep again?

Lyra waited for her eyes to get accustomed to the darkness, and she could have sworn she saw some strange glint to her face. Maybe her body had grown bulkier? Was that possible? She quickly did what she had to and returned to her bed, covering herself and closing her eyes. To her surprise, she fell asleep in mere moments. Before she drifted off, she wondered whether Omaya was pulling the blanket towards her. 

[El_Roy_1999]

And another story, which should be awesome for all the fans of intense and insane growth!

The Drug
“Hong” is the newest, craziest roid ever. It’s bad, but it’s good! Only the craziest muscleheads try this stuff and they’re risking everything. Ali got a vial of the good stuff from a friend and now, she’s gonna hit it hard. She’s gonna get gigantic!
This first-person erotic fiction contains intense female muscle growth. All sexually active characters are at least 18 years old.

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1075125

Oh, and the preview: 

Ali looked both sides, careful not to attract any attention. It was just before noon at the gym, so the place was basically deserted, but she still didn’t want any trouble. Once it was clear she was safe to do what she wanted, she unzipped her gym bag and took out the vial. It was innocuous, just the usual clear little bottle that everyone who used, well, used. However, that stuff was incredible, or so she heard.

Brian, a crazy dude she had met online and very briefly dated, had sent it to her. They had been chatting about exotic, efficient gear lately and he told her that the hottest new shit was this. “Hongsujoojang”, he said. It was some insane Chinese thing that was being sold underhand by the most fucked-up gearheads in the country. No one knew how it worked or how to dose it correctly and there were numerous stories about people having gone insane from the stuff. Some people had died and apparently, the deaths had been messy.

It was also thought to be extremely potent. Like, really potent. The best stuff you could get.

Hong, as they called it, was some kind of wonder drug for the most dedicated mass freaks. This was not something for lovers of symmetry and people who wanted to win contests. This was for the people who just wanted to be huge for hugeness’ sake.

People like Ali.

The bodybuilder looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was solidly built, with broad shoulders, strong arms and hard, big legs. She had a vague six-pack since she was currently bulking, and she weighed a good 180 pounds of robust muscle. It had taken her two years to get here, one of them on the gear. And now, she was going to take it to the next level. Brian had told her that she needed to load up with protein and carbs before hitting the stuff. She was done there. She felt rightfully stuffed. Then, she should inject a good load of the roid and hit the weights. The effects would come really quick.

She wondered what that meant. A day? A week? A month?

He hadn’t answered and just showed her a picture of his arm. Yeah. That was a lot of meat. The moment she saw it, she knew she wanted that stuff.

So now, it was time.

She unpacked the syringe, pulled up some of the roid through the membrane of the vial and flicked it to make sure there was no air left in. Good. She untensed her hard, built ass, swabbed it with alcohol and took a deep breath. Then she sank the needle into her glute and pushed the plunger down.

Ali sighed. Okay, so far, so good. She massaged her muscle, then put away the stuff and got up.

Cable flies. Those would be nice.

 

The musclewoman walked over to the machine, picked an appropriate weight, enough to provide a good challenge, and got ready.

“Alright … Let’s see what this stuff can do.”

 

She flexed her muscles and started pumping.

“One … two … three … four … fiii …”

She almost had to stop. Suddenly, there was something of an incredible tension building up in her body. Wow. She stuck to the reps, but somehow, that really hurt. The pain was spreading quickly through her body, starting from her butt. Okay. So that stuff really did do something.

She gritted her teeth and continued pumping. Seriously, as a reasonably hardcore bodybuilder, she was used to dealing with pain.

“Nine … ten … eleven … and …”

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that something was happening to her shoulders. Something surprising but welcome. She had to stop herself from just fumbling through the last few reps of the first set to check it out immediately.

“And … fifteen! Oof!”

She carefully released the grips and looked at her reflection. Okay, so … did she just get bigger? In so little time? She ran her fingers over her shoulder. It had its usual rounded, strong mass, but somehow, the individual parts of the muscle had grown. The increase was significant enough so she could actually see it just like that.

“Fuuuck …”

She grinned. That stuff not only worked, it worked marvelously! So all she had to do was pump?

Ali shook out the tension from her fingers, then increased the weight a little and went to work again. Set number two was going to really bring that mass to her body!

“One … two …”

She pumped again, careful to do the exercise with utmost precision. Moments later, the tension built up again. She could handle it, no problem. Slowly, the pain increased, but that was all okay as long as it made her bigger. Now the effect was spreading through her body, reaching her chest and her biceps and triceps too.

“Fourteen … fifteen … and …”

She eagerly released the grips now and examined her body.

Fuck. There was an incredible tension in her pecs now and it was feeling … good.

She put her hands on them and felt that something was stirring within them. It felt as if the muscles were twitching, swelling, getting harder and bigger.

She gasped. Oh God! This was it. This stuff was the fucking holy grail of muscle building.

Ali ran back to the bag and pulled out another syringe. In no time, she dosed her other butt cheek. If that stuff was making her grow like this, then she wouldn’t hold back!

The musclewoman put everything away and raced back to the machine.

“Okay, one more set. Let’s see how much I can get out of this!”

She increased the weight once more, somehow feeling that the usual progression was no longer enough. Then she got ready, took hold of the handles and started pulling. The hong cursed through her body now, causing her skin to tingle. She worked through the third set, careful to focus and not go too crazy on the movements. She had to be precise. The last thing she wanted was getting hurt just as she was having a shot at her fantasies …

The moment she finished the set, she stormed to the mirror and watched her body change. It was making her horny just seeing this. It was gross too, but it was astonishing. Her muscles were swelling right under her skin. She noticed how the growth was spreading down to her fingers, making the muscles of her arms twitch. She was ecstatic now, feeling as if some live wire was running through her.

“Gaaah …”

 

[El_Roy_1999]

Do you like wrestling and feats of strength? I’ve just finished this story and there’s a lot of that in it. Crazy, but intense. I hope you enjoy it!

The Snake’s Triumph
Ana Payne is back, and she means business! She competes in the world’s most intense bodybuilding/strength/wrestling championship! The best fighters, the most intense posing, the strangest challenges! All the craziness you’d expect from the best of the best!
This work of erotic fiction contains male and female muscle, feats of strength and wrestling. All characters are over 18 years old.

Get it here: 
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1076354

The preview: 

The tiny maid entered her Iron Queen’s room as she ate her breakfast. She bowed and said:

“Madam, we have prepared the gym for you.”

The statuesque musclewoman smiled benignly, having just finished a copious load of delicious protein. She got up, towering over the minuscule woman in every way. The maid looked up at the titanic muscle queen and shivered in delight. Ana acknowledged her faithful servant’s admiration and replied:

“Thank you. I’ll take my time to train. Have my bath prepared once I am done.”

“Certainly, Madam!”

The little woman curtsied and went to work clearing the table. Ana watched her for a second, then headed for the gym. It was in the back part of the mansion, a wonderful open room with large windows to the gardens, with a robust oak floor and the most powerful and challenging machines available. The walls that weren’t taken up by windows were covered in mirrors or racks of weights. As she stepped inside, she shot herself an admiring glance. She was almost ready for the Ms Olympia, having carefully sculpted her body into a divine masterpiece that would humiliate her opponents. She wouldn’t even call them rivals since that would mean that they even stood a chance. She had been dieting down lately, which had only mad her already magnificent body turn more impressive. Through some strange genetic quirk, she kept her breasts at their usual size, a feat which other competitors could only achieve with implants.

Even without them, her face was a symbol of triumphant divinity. While others in her line of work usually looked brutish or disfigured, she radiated sensuality. No wonder she was such a crowd-pleaser! The association that ran the contest insisted on having her on board, if only for the possibility to use her looks for promotion.

Ha! They were pathetic. For Ana, her genetics were one thing, but her true pride was in her stamina and will to succeed and her relentless honing of her skill. Sure, she had big muscles. Others had those too. But what really set her apart was her amazing flexibility and her skill on the mat.

She slipped out of her robe and smiled at her new workout clothes, which repeated her snake motif in purple and rose. It was a one-piece set whose elegant cut-outs showed more than they hid. She slipped into her training sneakers, and caught her ass-length hair, wrapping it into a rather large, tight bun. Then she quickly tied a matching bandana around her brow. It was a precaution she had taken up because of the sweat that tended to run into her eyes.

She warmed up quickly, stretched a little, then started her training.

Today was her favorite day: Arms!

 

She walked over to the rack where the maid and her helpers had already set up the dumbbells for her. Each one was 120 pounds of steel, easily the maid’s bodyweight. Ana grinned. It felt good to be this strong and in control. She took them both, walked over to the center of the room where the maid had spread out a robust mat, and started doing her reps.

Left, right, left, right … The dumbbells rose slowly. She focused on the correct tension of her muscles. At this point of her preparations, the big goal was to target her best parts as precisely as possible. She was fully aware that the other contestants were way below her level, but actually, her only true rival right now was herself.

Then again, maybe she should try and compete against the men … After all, she had defeated a few of them in the ring already, so outposing them should be easy. The thought made her smile.

She finished the first set, put the dumbbells down and admired her muscles. Her arms were not fully pumped yet, but they were close to her 17-inch max already. She could see the striations emerge already, the veins showing up under her silky skin.

The time to rest was already over.

Ana took up the weights again and got pumping. Up and down the dumbbells went. She deliberately slowed down the movement to make sure she could really feel it. It was painful, but also delicious. She gritted her teeth, but she felt herself get aroused from the challenge. The amazon continued her pumping, enjoying the precision and satisfaction of a job well done.

The set was over soon. She lowered the weights and ran a finger over her pumped biceps. The strain had made it swell. She lifted her arms and flexed them.

Nice, but not enough!

With a deep breath, she focused on her muscles and hit them again.

The rounded shape of her biceps rose through her skin and grew.

That was more like it. One more set, then she’d make the triceps suffer as well.

She wanted to pick up the weights again, but then, she grinned to herself and returned them to the rack.

With a certain anticipation, she picked the 150-pound dumbbells. That would be better …

 

She took up position again, feeling the mass of the weights in her hands. Alright. Once more, with feeling!

The musclewoman started pumping, her arms crying out in pain as she lifted the dumbbells with infinite slowness. This wasn’t just a challenge of her strength. It was all about willpower, about being able to withstand the tremendous pain that transforming her body meant. She gritted her teeth as the sweat erupted from her brow. It was amazing … She lifted the weight again, her muscles bulging brutally now. Oh yes …

The end of the set was closing in. She was struggling now, but she knew she could do it. She just had to do a few more … Moaning, she continued on, the bandana getting soaked. Still, she fought on. She was not one to give up that easily.

Thirteen … Fourteen … and … Fif … teen.

She breathed out sharply as she lowered the righthand weight.

The best bit was when the pain subsided. She put the dumbbells back and examined her muscles. Oh God. They were incredibly pumped. She licked her lips. Yes. That was more like it. She flexed her arms again and this time, the muscles erupted into ripped mountains of hard flesh.

She sighed happily. Wonderful.

Now on to the next bodypart. Triceps extensions.

Ana took the 125-pound dumbbells and grinned. She knew that her competitors at the Ms. Olympia maxed out at sixty to seventy pounds. They seemed so ridiculous. Truly, she shouldn’t participate in these shows anymore. The other women were just too weak.

She took up position again and started her routine. Her already overcharged muscles complained, but she didn’t hesitate, forcing them into growing.

Ana went at it slowly again. It had taken her a while to realize this, but the more controlled she did her exercises, the more she enjoyed them. Ages ago, when she started out, she had just wanted to get big fast, so she had loaded up on as much mass as possible and had just done everything to make her muscles suffer. It had worked, but not too well. Then, one day, she had decided to try a different approach. She switched to long, slow and controlled movements, and it was like a revelation. Suddenly, she felt an incredible lust as she struggled against the weights. Of course, the initially lower weights meant that her numbers didn’t look like much, but as she intensified her workouts and stuck to her routines, the payoff was tremendous.

Her muscles didn’t just get bigger … They got stronger and tighter at an incredible rate. A couple of years in, a group of researchers wanted to check on her development and they found that she outpaced people her size by far in muscle density and power. She knew then that she was on the right path.

Now, she lowered the weights behind her head gently, with discipline and control. Her muscles tightened and she felt the familiar strain. It made her lick her lips. As she went on, carefully progressing through her first set, she felt an incredible tension build up inside of her. She just loved this. It was a similar feeling to when a man she had defeated paid his tribute by giving himself to her. She was in control, she was powerful, her muscles tight and hard.

The first set was over and she sighed. Oh yes …

She barely could wait until the rest time was over, then she started on the second set.

One, two, three, four …

Slowly, she strained her muscles, forcing them to suffer for her growth. She thought of the competition, of the satisfaction of completely blowing away any opponents, of the look of humiliation in their eyes. At the same time, she carefully monitored her movements. She closed her eyes to get the sweat out of them, gritting her teeth against its bite.

Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen …

The weights got heavy in her hands now, the muscles were getting sore. She didn’t care. She had to get through this.

She reached the end of the second set, lowered the dumbbells down and wiped the sweat from her face. Good. One more round …

Ana took the time and enjoyed the pain in her arms fade away. Out of the blue, she examined the deep groves the training had left under her skin, running her fingers through them. God, she was a beast … The mere thought of her power made her horny.

She had to remind herself of the third set. Once again, she took the dumbbells up, her muscles protesting ever so slightly. It was to no avail. She was going to be the best, so she had to fight!

In her mind, she counted out the movements again. She slowed down, focusing on the intensity of the feeling. She was getting so horny …

Eight, nine, ten …

Oh yes …

Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen …

Ooh …

She reached the end of the set and was drenched in sweat. She had to get this tension out of her. Soon!

 

Well, there was still a bit to do. She shook her arms to get some life back into them, then wiped herself down again, admiring her body in the mirrors. Her arms were so pumped now, she barely managed to take the whole mass in. Incredible …

She walked over to the parallel bars and said:

“Dips. That will be fun.”

Over time, her routine had become more complex and intense. The wrestling had given her great flexibility, and this, combined with her control of her muscles, made things possible she never even thought about. She wrapped a big leather belt around her trim, muscle-packed waist and hung a sixty pound-plate to it.

“Okay. Let’s do this!”

She jumped, caught the bars and pushed herself up. Now she was perched between the bars, the weight hanging between her legs pulling her down. She flexed her core hard, turning herself into a living strut of power. Then, using her intense control of her muscles, she slowly raised her body up, until it was horizontal. This was tough. She had to concentrate to keep her balance and to make sure she would not fall. 

Then, slowly, she bent her arms down, lifting her legs up at the same time. Ana kept her balance, but it was obvious just how strenuous the whole exercise was. Her muscles jutted out, getting harder by the moment.

She rested for a tiny fraction of a moment, then went back up. This was the toughest part. Her arms screamed in pain, but she just went through with it. Up, up she went, until she was back in the horizontal position again.

The plate hanging from her waist was barely swinging.

She groaned and went back down, her body aching already.

After a set of five, she lowered herself back down and dropped on the mat. Her arms were pulsating from the intensity of the exercise.

She’d have to do something she really enjoyed next …

 

The long-legged musclewoman walked over to the big sandbags she kept there. Sure, she might make a mess, but that was what her servants were for, weren’t they? She used the bags to train her lifts and throws and they usually withstood the punishment she dealt out to them, but this time, the poor thing would have to suffer. She grinned and licked her lips.

With a lazy movement, she sat it up until it stood there, hard and heavy, at some two hundred pounds of sand in a heavy leather bag. Then she got in position and dashed at it, wrapping her pumped-up arms around it. She lifted it up and tossed it over herself, slamming it on the ground. She set it up again, and repeated the movement.

The exhilaration made her laugh. This was great! She loved this bit. It wasn’t much in the way of real strength training or muscle building, but it was a wonderful way to feel her power in action. And it just made her happy!

She tossed the bag around some more until she had worked up a good sweat, then she smirked and wrapped her arms around it again. She lifted it up with a grunt, locked her grip and squeezed.

Instantly, she felt her brutalized skin mash into the leather of the bag. She tightened her grip, the tension increasing. She could hear the sand rustle and shift around in the bag as she flexed her arms. Her biceps seemed to explode as they dug into the leather.

She breathed in sharply, making her chest spread out and her pecs bulge against it.

More, harder, stronger!

Ana slipped her hand forward just a little to make the ring of steel muscle even tighter. She could sense the bag getting to its limit as she forced more and more sand to its ends, the midsection getting very, very tight now. The leather was straining, so she hardened her muscles further and compacted her grip.

Then, it started to tear. She knew she almost had it, so she pushed herself on just a little more. She heard the leather groan, the seams of the bag pop and then, with one last extra flex, the thing burst like a balloon. The sand erupted from both ends, pieces of leather shot out and a fountain of sand ran down her legs and back, sticking to her sweaty muscles.

She grunted lustfully and dropped it, chuckling. The idea that she was able to do the same to a grown man amused her.

Ana wiped herself off and looked once more at the destruction she had caused. She was a goddess, alright.

A smile on her lips, she went to her next exercise.

 

Eventually, she was done. Her arms felt heavy and weak now, but it was just a matter of time. She would have a good bath now, then get a hard, satisfying massage to earn that last bit of growth she would need to humiliate those women, and then, she would enjoy an afternoon in peace and calm. Maybe with some light wrestling, but just for fun. She had made sure that her male personnel was qualified to pose a certain challenge. Of course, by now they were rather outmatched, but as far as the training went, they were good enough to keep on top.

She wiped herself down and reached for her robe, pulling it over her mighty body and quickly tying down the sash. The silk was smooth against her hard, carved body. Just then, there was a strange sound outside. She turned around and saw a masked man open the glass door to the garden. Far from being afraid, she was rather intrigued by what was going on.

Was this some kind of a joke?

The man stepped inside. Ana looked at him and sized him up. He was well-built, clearly strong and fast on his feet. He was also wearing a ski mask and a tight t-shirt and some track pants. Not her favorite choice of outfits in a man, but fine.

He stopped, faced her, hesitated and said:

“You’re Ana Payne, aren’t you?”

She almost burst out laughing. With the slightest of amusement in her voice, she replied:

“Who else do you think I could be?”

The answer took him aback and he got maybe a little overaggressive in his reaction:

“Don’t go to the Olympia! You’ve been warned. I will make you suffer!”

She chuckled.

“You? Seriously? What exactly do you think you are doing like this? Do you believe I will be intimidated by a little fuckhead like you?”

“I’m warning you! I will hurt you.”

“Listen, little man, I can offer you one thing: We wrestle. If I win, you piss off and never come here again. Should you win, which I doubt, I’ll not participate in the Olympia. That’s the best I can do for you.”

The man was clearly confused by the reaction. He was obviously used to being intimidating and this woman didn’t take him seriously. Reluctantly, he nodded. He had expected to just scare her away, but, hey, if she wanted to get hurt, he’d be happy to oblige.

With a superior smile, she undid the belt of her gown again and said:

“Last chance to back out, little man.”

He laughed at the idiotic provocation, but as she opened the robe and let it slide down her heavy shoulders, his laughter faded. He was now having second thoughts about his decision. Holy crap! This woman was built!

To his shock, she immediately fell into a wrestling stance, awaiting his attack. The man took a deep breath and charged.

 

Ana saw him come at her and stepped into his charge. The guy hadn’t expected this and she could see his expression change from confidence to panic. She slid down, slipping under his grasp and pushing herself off instantly. She switched around, slamming her shoulder into the man’s stomach and launching him over herself.

The man was tossed around and landed on his back. Despite his surprise, he instantly got back up again, but Ana had already caught him, wrapping her pumped arms around his waist. He was too surprised to do much and she used his moment of defenselessness to hit him with a German Supplex. The masked man was lifted up and crashed on the floor as she bent over backwards.

He was stunned for a moment, trying to get back on his feet. He struggled to get up, resting on all fours for a moment, rubbing his head with one hand.

Ana didn’t even flinch. Exploiting his confusion, she moved in on him, reaching under his belly and catching his far arm and leg. The man tried to get away from her, but the confusion made him slow and she pulled, her mighty arms swelling.

The man was flipped over abruptly, rolling on his back.

Without hesitation, she followed up, sitting on his midsection and pushing down on his shoulders.

The guy shouted:

“Whoa, you’re not holding back!”

She was about to pin him when he recovered, attempting to twist out of her grip. She pushed against his chest for a moment before realizing that this wasn’t the elegant way to solve this. Instead, she quickly released him. Without thinking, he stumbled right into her trap. He rolled on his face and scrambled away as fast as he could.

Ana went after him as he tried to get up, wrapped her arm around his and forced it back and upwards against the joint. The man screamed in pain as she applied the extra pressure almost breaking his shoulder. He tried to twist out of this, but she held him tight, giving him no space to escape. She was hot now. The training had made her horny and had brutalized her muscles. She should have been exhausted and weak, but the rush of adrenaline gave her the power to continue. He struggled against her, kicking awkwardly at her and trying to get away. 

With a grunt, she flipped herself over, launching him over her and sending him against the gym’s door.

He landed on the floor with a bump and she was over him again, pinning him for good this time.

The man stared at her, then said:

“Okay, okay, I give up!”

She released him and got up.

“One down. Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Bah. You got lucky. For this, I won’t let you off that easy! You’re staying here, and you can forget about the Olympia!”

Ana, invigorated by her triumph, just laughed.

“Yes, yes, sounds cute. Won’t work.”

She could see that the man was aroused. It was hard for him to deny. On the other hand, so was she. This guy was strong, he was flexible and she sincerely hoped that he looked okay under that mask. She got in position and said:

“Okay, show me.”

 

The man hesitated for a fraction of a second, then he started his approach. This time, he was careful. He had learned his lesson fast and now, he focused on getting the drop on her. He knew she had exhausted herself in training and her stance showed him that she was right-handed. He’d be able to exploit this, being ambidextrous himself.

To Ana’s surprise, the assailant went in and suddenly switched stances. It was just a small thing, but it confused her and he caught her off-guard. She tried to get away from him, but he dove in, getting his arm and shoulder under her crotch.

He pulled on her, took up the momentum and sent her flying into the door.

It burst open and she landed on the carpet outside. She rolled to break the fall, then, as he followed up on her, did a kip up. The guy closed in on her again, using his bulk and his weird inverted stance to keep her busy in the tight corridor.

One of the maids appeared, called by the noise and the crashes and asked fearfully:

“Madam, what is going on? Should we call security?”

Ana just laughed:

“No, Zina, everything is fine. I am just having a little fun with the young man here!”

The woman curtsied and replied:

“Very well!”

She retreated quickly, but stayed around at the corner of the corridor, with other members of the staff soon appearing to watch their boss fight.

Meanwhile, the man had managed to put Ana into a full nelson, trying to force her down. She grunted as she resisted his onslaught, then suddenly pushed herself off and literally ran up the wall of the corridor, twisting out of his grip.

She jumped from the wall and flew through the air, landing on his shoulders. The big man was surprised by the move and she tightened her legs around his neck. He instantly grabbed at her thighs and tried to force them apart. She flexed her muscles hard, squeezing his head until the bits she could see with the mask on turned a deep crimson. The man staggered around, trying to get her off by slamming her into the walls.

The spectators shouted encouragements at her and applauded.

Then the man suddenly switched his grip, letting her choke him for a moment, but holding her tight around the waist. He dropped on his back, forcing her to hit the ground first. Ana did her best to break the fall, but she was stunned for a moment.

The big man was on his feet in an instant. His face was obviously still red and he could still feel the marks of her thighs around his neck, but he could move again. He reached down, caught her legs and just threw her against the next wall.

She crashed against the wooden paneling, leaving a deep dent in it. The man was on her again without a moment to pause. She was dazed, her mind swimming. She tried to kick him away, but he pulled her to him, threw her on her chest and put her in a Boston crab. The musclewoman groaned, gritted her teeth and tried to get back out of his grip. He pulled her along, swiping her over the carpet. He growled: 

“Do you give up? Do you? Come on!”

She did her best to get out, trying to get a grip on something to just escape his hold, but eventually, she gave up:

“Okay, okay. Let me go.”

He did and she could tell he was breathing heavily now. This round had seriously taken a lot out of him. On the other hand, she felt just as tired now and her arms were starting to hurt for good.

They got in position again in the corridor and the man said:

“Okay, this is the final round now. You can still give up!”

“Yeah, yeah. You wish! I will break you!”

 

The two fighters were sweaty, their bodies seemed to give off steam from the intensity of their fight. She looked at him closely, reading his movements.

Ana took a deep breath, her huge breasts raising and falling. She instantly saw the man interpreted this as a sign of exhaustion. Just as she had planned. He attacked her, pushing himself off the corridor wall and trying to exploit her weakness. Ana let him come, feigning that she was spent. Poor idiot. Anyone with half a mind would have seen that she was faking it, but that guy had little brains. He ran at her and tried to grab her, hoping for a quick finish.

Despite her limp stance, she instantly jumped aside and dodged his attack. For the fraction of a second, she could see a wave of understanding pass over his face. She caught his wrist, the poor fool still driven along by his charge. She lifted his hand up and pulled it up, suddenly turning her mighty body into his and leaning forward.

The muscleman found himself hoisted in the air, passing over her shoulder. Her tremendous energy made her muscles swell and she slammed him back first against the wooden paneling, his feet brushing against the ceiling of the corridor. He hung there for a moment, as if splashed against the wall, then she brought her arms down and smashed him down. The fighter managed to instinctively protect his head. Maybe he wasn’t as stupid as he looked.

Still, he found himself landing on the ground, confused and quite stunned.

Without wasting a breath, the musclewoman wrapped a long, mighty leg around his neck and knelt on his back with the other one. She caught his flailing leg and locked it. She twisted the attacker’s foot occasionally, making him scream in pain.

Every time he did that, she gleefully tensed her hamstrings and calf muscles, cutting off his cries.

To her surprise, the man still struggled. He grabbed her leg with his arms and tried to pull it away. She gloated:

“You don’t have enough yet? Do you really want me to hurt you?”

He flexed his arms and tried to free himself, so she just tightened her muscle mantrap around his neck. The poor guy was turning purple in no time.

“Come on. Give up …”

“Hrnk!”

“Was that a yes?”

“Hrrr!”

He was fighting, but he was going down. Very well, if he wanted it that way, Ana would provide. With perfect ease, she increased the pressure once more. She could hear the man’s bones grind and crack. She didn’t want to kill him, so she had to manage her strength. Not that she minded, but they had agreed on a contest, and she was a woman of her word.

The amazon held her grip for a moment more as he desperately clawed against her tough skin, then finally, the man collapsed. She waited for a moment to make sure this wasn’t some pathetic ruse, then released him. He landed numbly on the carpet.

Ana stood up, stretched her broad back and took a deep breath.

“That was actually a nice challenge. I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it. Still, I’m quite curious who doesn’t want me to participate in the Olympia. Or at least who is desperate enough to send me a thug like that one.”

The maid appeared, handing her mistress a towel so she could wipe off the sweat of her majestic body. As the amazon returned it, she said: 

“Call Inspector Damois and ask her to pick up this man. I’m sure she’ll be able to connect him to other crimes. He doesn’t look like a total amateur.”

Zina nodded and Ana added:

“Oh, and draw me a bath. I think I’m going to be done with my training for today.”

The short woman replied:

“It’s already prepared, madam. We began filling it when the fighting started.”

The musclewoman laughed and smiled at the tiny maid:

“Oh Zina, you know me so well …”

“It’s a pleasure, madam.”

Ana shot one last look at the attacker, then left to take her bath. She deserved it after that fight. Somehow, the Olympia had just gotten more interesting!

 

[El_Roy_1999]

Something more fantasy-like for a change. 

The Queen and the Vessel
The great queen Kundayun, mistress of the world’s greatest empire, has grown old and withered. As she senses her death approaching, she calls upon one of her many daughters to become her successor. Will Vess prove herself worthy of her mother’s power? This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth and power theft. All sexually active characters are at least 18 years old.

It’s available here: 
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1079759

And here’s the preview: 

In the halls of Kundayun, the Great Queen, under the great mosaic made of the shards of stones from the walls of cities she has taken, is resting. Oh, what wonders fill these halls! She brought down the mighty, the Kings of Donerdal, the Wind Lords of far Thurgay, the God-Chosen of Armodaen, even the Slaughtermaster of Uzamore, believed to be blessed by the Father of War himself, they all broke before her strength. Her amazons tore swathes of blood and skulls through the fields of Praeyn and marched over the ruins of the most ancient of empires. No one was able to resist her in her splendor, be they sons of gods, chosen of their people or picked by fate. Each and every foe fell before her mighty blade.

Now, see her as she sits on her throne. Tall was she once, muscular and kissed by the sun, riding hard on her horse and her men, her long black hair in the win. Her sword and spear were fast as lightning, taking lives without remorse. As she grew more powerful, she learned the ways of magic, consorting with powers unspeakable, taking their miracles and making them her own. The legend says that she grew more beautiful, stronger, irresistible. Suitors from far and wide tried to win her heart, but she never chose one for long, although it is said that she bore many daughters of the strongest, wisest and most powerful. And yet, each one willingly gave her the power she demanded.

These days are long gone now. She feels her age, even as the beasts and monsters she has made her own struggle to maintain her ageing body. All in court feel that her time is coming soon. Knives are being sharpened, sweet words are spoken to blunt her instinct.

Just now, again, the ambassador of Lingon, in his silk finery encrusted with emeralds, professed his country’s undying loyalty. The Queen suppressed a groan. Years ago, that man would not have dared to stand as he spoke to her. He would have groveled at her feet, hoping desperately that she would not skewer him on her spear just for fun before setting out to raze his city for the sheer impertinence of suggesting that it could be otherwise.

The Queen lifted an arm. It was slow and painful. She had far outlived her life span by now, and at last, her age was catching up. A grin flashed over the ambassador’s face. He hid it with a fan cut form slivers of jade. Her voice, once booming and powerful, was now cracking:

“Kundayun hears your proclamations and will … act accordingly. The ambassador will now retire.”

He bowed to her and walked away, at least having the courtesy of not turning his back to her. As the guards closed the door behind him, the Queen collapsed into her throne. The pain tore through her back and she struggled to get to her feet. Her consort, a beautiful young man with ivory skin, took her arm and assisted her.

She gave him a benign smile as he helped her to walk to her quarters.

“You are so sweet, Ayus. Thank you.”

She cursed herself for showing this weakness, but what could she do? It was the truth. She might still tower over him, but her strength had long since drained from her, her hair had gone white and the vigor had left her body. He walked her to her drawing room. Once there, he helped her out of her regalia, assisted by her maids. She sighed. Even this was now a chore for her. She remembered stalking the battlefield in full armor, easily running, jumping, even vaulting her enemies, and now she was barely able to walk, weighed down by nothing more than silk.

“Leave me now.”

The women all retreated. The consort waited, but she sent him away too. The time had come for her to pick a successor.

As soon as she was alone, she walked over to the large mirror she had taken from the Fortress of Master Sharang. Master … She chuckled. The old man had desperately clawed at her strong arm as she held him from the highest window of his tower. His spells and trickeries had failed him as had his demon guards. She mercilessly tossed him into the courtyard and his own bizarre monsters had devoured him as he tried to escape. The irony of her situation made her wince. Then she straightened herself painfully and decided that it would not hold her back.

“Silver of the Moon, Glass of the Sea, show that which I desire to me!”

The mirror fogged over and soon, the room was bathed in shadows. Around her, she could see shapes, humanoid, that danced, walked, rode, read, debated … Her daughters. They were young and old, strong and weak, tall and short. Her many conquests had yielded this offspring and she had a plenty of choice. Slowly, she drifted through the shadowy silhouettes, examining their way of moving, listening to the vague echoes of their voices. With sharp gestures, she cut them out one after the other. They dispersed into swirls of dusk.

At last, only one was left. The Queen laughed. This one? That was all that was left? Well, then she would have to be shaped into what she needed to be!

She groaned, dismissing the final shadow, then broke the mirror’s spell. With a flick of her hand, she cast a spell of calling and headed for the bedroom.

Soon, she was resting on the thick mattress of her four-poster bed. She almost despised herself for this luxury after years on campaign, sleeping in a tent or on the hard ground. Then again, maybe she did deserve it after all this.

Ayus’ head was between her legs, licking her, touching her, worshipping her. She moaned happily as he proved his worth. A wonderful servant he was.

With a smile she thought what it would be like to be … herself again. Soon …

 

“Vess! Veeess! Where are you?” The fat man groaned and mumbled a “blast that child!” before clapping his hand before his mouth. The last thing he needed after all these years was that some treacherous servant reported him losing his temper to the queen. He just had these last few days and then, at last, he would be free. Sometimes, he felt as if he could kick himself for his stupidity! He’d been greedy and in lust, and he had paid dearly for it. Then again, Vess was his daughter and he loved her dearly. He just would have preferred less weight on his shoulders …

“Vess!” He turned to his secretary and growled: “Come on! Find her. Find her now! We have to get her ready to leave!”

The robed man bowed deep and ran off to gather the servants. Armagus Goldenhand, Archcommercant of Mynecia, rested his bulk against the railing of the balcony. Years ago, the armies of the Great Queen had marched on the city-state. Back then, he had been but a humble scribe in previous archcommercant’s offices. He had been so slim and elegant back then!

When he heard that the Queen’s host had set up camp by the marches, he had packed up a few friends of his and they had crossed the swampland that surrounded Mynecia. It had been curiosity mostly, but when they saw what monsters she had brought, they understood. No defense would be enough to hold back such an onslaught. Armagus directed his friends to the camp and asked for an audience. In what he still thought as his most brilliant move, he managed to convince the queen that he was the city’s delegate, and the archcommercant that he was hers. By the time both sides understood what he had done, he was the youngest archcommercant in the long history of the city and she was their liege.

She had stayed with him for a few months, before setting off with her armies to another land to conquer. Much later, one of her guards brought him Vess, then a pretty, if thin babe. He placed her in the care of his mother and the Sisterhood of the Bray. She was his daughter and enjoyed every amenity. As the years passed, Vess grew into a beautiful woman, fully-figured and happy, just as the people of Mynecia loved theirs. She soon weighed a good fifteen stone, and was her father’s pride and joy. Whatever wish she might have, he was glad to fulfill. After all, should the Queen require her, she should not find her gift to be wasted on Armagus.

However, Vess had lately grown headstrong. She was attracting the boys’ looks now, despite the traditional veils that the Bray-sisters forced on her. She fought him at every corner now and just as the worst was happening, the Queen’s summon came.

The fat man massaged his temples. Running a city full of scoundrels and thieves was easier than making his beloved child follow his instructions.

At last, the secretary returned, leading the girl towards him. His cheek was a deep red, the impression of her rings still visible. Armagus sighed.

“Finally. Why didn’t you come when called?”

Vess set her fists on her haunches. She was taller than him, having inherited her mother’s broad shoulders and strong frame. Her ample bosom was covered by a filigree of pearls and lapis lazuli, her dress was made of aquamarine silk and her chubby arms were wrapped in the traditional ivory bracers of the archcommercant’s companion. Her floor-length hair had been carefully arranged into the three fins of the Mynecian plebeians, a concession to the strange concession that all were equally at mercy of the sea.

“Father, you would just shout at me again! I saw Cariandus at the Pearl Market. It’s nothing and I won’t apologize!”

He came closer, looking up at her and trying to stare her down.

“I told you again and again that your mother would have me disemboweled if I dared let a man touch you!”

“Yes, yes, a hundred times! That’s all nice and everything, but what about me? Do I have to stay alone in the Virgins’ Court forever?”

His expression turned to a smile.

“No, you don’t. As a matter of fact, your mother has summoned you.”

“She has? Oh … Oh! Finally!”

The merchant prince hesitated. He had seen the Queen twenty years ago. She had occasionally sent one of her guards to check on Vess’ progress, and he had always been deeply intimidated by them. He loved his daughter dearly and he was unsure whether her mother had the best intentions for her …

In the end, he had no say in this. He was not the man to deny the Queen a wish.

“Yes … Prepare to travel. You will leave tomorrow!”

“Tomorrow? But I wanted to see …”

He cut her off.

“Nothing. You will go to your mother, and you will do whatever she requires of you.”

As Vess threw another tantrum, Armagus Goldenhand shook his head. This would probably end badly. He prayed silently to the Seven Fortunes that the Queen would spare his daughter.

The barge left the next morning for Kundayun. For four weeks, the eight-legged ammittar beasts drew the ship through the muddy waters of the Yurn. To Vess, this was an incredible experience. Never before had she left Mynecia other than to visit some aunt’s domain beyond the swamp. Now, every morning brought a new landscape to admire and new people to see. The Bray-sisters still hovered around her, their horned caps, grey robes and brass fans making it clear to any spectators that Vess was out of bounds to them. Still, it was wonderful to be out on the road for once.

She just hoped that her mother would be as marvelous as her teachers had made her seem. The most beautiful, the strongest, the wisest ruler of all of history!

Vess couldn’t wait to meet her. 

 

[El_Roy_1999]

It’s been a while, but I’ve written a piece in German again. It’s a bit niche, muscle expansion by implants, but here’s to exploring the genre’s limits, don’t you think?
An English translation is coming soon, I just need to get it in shape. 

Grössenwahn
MinaModel und DaniHey! sind Influencerinnen. Ihr Körper ist ihr Kapital und so machen sie sich daran, sich selbst zu optimieren und zu perfektionieren. Klarerweise kommt es da zu einer gewissen Konkurrenz …
This German-language erotic fiction contains female muscle expansion and breast expansion, as well as height growth. All sexually active characters are at least 18 years old.

Read the whole thing here: 

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1085876

And here’s the sample: 

“Hallo aus dem sonnigen Dubai, wo es immer warm und schön ist! Schön, dass ihr wieder da seid, bei MinaModel und DerMarvin! Heute haben wir etwas ganz besonders Tolles für euch … Ihr wisst schon, ich habe mir ja meinen Bauch ein bisschen in Form bringen lassen, und heute ist es endlich soweit! Alles ist verheilt und ich bin sooo glücklich!”

Mina machte ein paar Schritte zurück. Sie hatte eine dünne weiße Leinenbluse an, durch die man ihre prallen Brüste sehen konnte. Die Dinger waren ihr ganzer Stolz gewesen, prachtvolle 800 Milliliter-Monster, schön rund und fake. Langsam und genüsslich knöpfte sie die Bluse auf und zeigte ihren Prachtbusen in ihrem Spitzen-BH.

Sie erreichte die Knöpfe darunter und ließ sich jetzt Zeit. Dann kamen ihre neuen Bauchmuskeln in Sicht. Der Chirurg hatte sich ordentlich ins Zeug gelegt. Das waren nicht einfach nur so peinliche acht Kästchen. Der Mann war wie ein Bildhauer! Er hatte jeden einzelnen Teil der Muskulatur fein herausdefiniert und geformt. Sie strich darüber. Die Unebenheit turnte sie an. Sie biss sich auf die prallen Lippen. “Geil, nicht?” Sie spannte ihren Bauch an und die Muskeln zogen sich zusammen. Gut, es war vor allem modelliertes Fett, aber es sah einfach umwerfend aus.

DerMarvin kam jetzt ins Bild, strich auch über ihre prachtvolle Taille und küsste dann ihr wunderbares Eight-Pack. Sie kicherte und rief: “Hu! Das kitzelt, Du Dummi!” Er grinste und blies gegen ihren schlanken, definierten Bauch, wodurch sie laut und glücklich aufschrie. Als sie sich beruhigt hatte, wandte sie sich an die Kamera: “Toll, nicht? Bei uns ist es ganz wunderbar sonnig und schön. Wenn ihr meinen Look nachshoppen wollt, findet ihr alles unten … Und vergesst nicht zu abonnieren, weil wir haben noch lange nicht genug, nicht war, DerMarvin?” Er nickte und hob sie hoch, setzte sie auf seine Schultern und meinte: “So, jetzt gehen wir baden und zeigen Deinen geilen Bauch her!”

Die Kamera war auf den Autositz gerichtet und man konnte eine schlanke Brünette mit dicken, glänzenden Lippen und schlankem Hals sehen. “Hi! Ich bins, DaniHey! Schön, euch zu sehen! Bei uns am Golf ist jeden Tag Liebe, Spaß und Sonnenschein! Leute haben mich gefragt: DaniHey, was hältst Du von MinaModels Bauch? Puh, da kann ich nur sagen, Mädel, schön für Dich! Es freut mich, dass Du gesund und glücklich bist. Aber ich muss halt auch sagen … Ist eh lieb. Ich will jetzt nicht sagen, dass MinaModel eine Nachmacherin ist, aber ich hatte ja schon meine Boobies, da war sie noch flach wie ein Brett! Klar, dass sie sich da gleich einmal zwei Megaeuter hat machen lassen. Und jetzt mit dem Bauch … Six-Pack ist nicht genug, musste gleich ein Eight-Pack sein. Naja, meine liebe MinaModel, wenn Du glaubst, dass Du eine Chance gegen mich hast, hast Du Dich geschnitten. Ich bin gerade mit meinem Schatz King_Collin auf dem Weg zu Doktor Faris, und der macht uns so richtig geil defined, wenn Du verstehst, was ich meine … Und, meine Liebste, dann wirst Du schön schauen …” Die junge Frau hob eine Augenbraue und ließ ihre perlweißen, ebenmäßigen Zähne aufblitzen: “Meine Lieben, ich bin gleich da, und ich halte euch über meinen neuen Look auf dem Laufenden! Einfach abonnieren, und ihr seid die Ersten, die es erfahren!”

 

DaniHey erwachte langsam aus der Narkose. Sie war durstig, und ihr Kopf fühlte sich an, als wäre er in Wolle gepackt worden. So hatte sie sich zuletzt nach ihren Brustimplantaten gefühlt. Sie lächelte. Es schien sich ja alles ganz gut anzufühlen. Sie lag auf ihrem Bauch und wartete. Irgendwann war sie klar genug, um sich mal umzuschauen. Ihr wunderbarer Collin lag im Bett neben ihr und döste. Auch er lag auf dem Bauch und hatte mehrere Behälter von seinem Bett hängen, die irgendwelche Flüssigkeiten auffingen. Gute Sache … Sie suchte die Klingel und drückte mal. Vielleicht konnte ihr die Schwester einen Schluck zu trinken geben und gleich auch sagen, ob alles gutgegangen war.

Nach wenigen Augenblicken kam die Schwester herein. Wie die meisten Damen hier im Haus war sie seltsam alterslos und geradezu plastikartig schön. Sie kam zu DaniHeys Bett hinüber und fragte: “Guten Tag. Wie geht es Ihnen? Haben Sie Schmerzen, ist Ihnen übel?” Die junge Frau schüttelte vorsichtig den Kopf. “Alles bestens. Ich bin nur ein wenig durstig.” Die Schwester griff nach hinten zu einem Wägelchen und holte einen Becher mit lauwarmem Tee, den sie dem Model hinhielt. Sie schlürfte die Flüssigkeit vorsichtig und lächelte. “Aah … Das war besser. Wie ist es denn gelaufen?” “Der Doktor war sehr zufrieden. Sie müssen sich jetzt beide noch ein wenig erholen, aber ich denke, morgen können Sie mal einen ersten Blick werfen.” “Danke! Dann bin ich ja schon mal gespannt!”

 

MinaModel starrte auf ihr Handy. DerMarvin saß neben ihr auf dem Sofa, sein Arm über ihre Schultern, die Hand auf ihrer Titte.

“Heilige Scheiße …”

Der junge Mann fragte:

“Kann ich auch mal sehen?” Sie drehte den Bildschirm ein bisschen und er stieß ein “Fuck …” aus.

DaniHey und King_Collin standen nebeneinander, und ihre Beine waren der Hammer. Was auch immer da passiert war, das war einfach nicht mehr normal. Die beiden hatten Oberschenkel wie Eisschnelläufer, aber gleichzeitig brutalst definiert. Man konnte einzelne Muskelfasern unter der Haut sehen. Darunter kamen brutalste Waden, die ebenfalls unendlich klar entwickelt waren und aussahen, als hätte man sie aus Marmor gemeisselt.

Ehrlich gesagt sahen die beiden aus, als würden sie im Gym leben.

Dann kam der Höhepunkt. Die beiden lüpften ihre weiten Shirts gleichzeitig und man konnte ihre Hintern perfekt sehen.

DaniHei hatte einen roten String-Tanga an, und der verlor sich zwischen zwei ultra-definierten Arschbacken. Solche hatten die beiden Zuseher noch nie gesehen. Der Arsch war wirklich ein X aus Muskeln. Ein Blick rüber zu Collin … Okay, das war echt kriminell. So ein Hintern würde einem Profibodybuilder Konkurrenz machen.

Mina merkte wie der Druck von Marvins Hand auf ihrer prallen Brust fester wurde. Sie schaffte es, sich kurz vom Handy zu lösen und sah seinen harten Ständer aus dem Augenwinkel.

Okay.

Okay.

Fuck.

Da würden die beiden etwas tun müssen.

Sie musste zugeben, diese Muskeln turnten sie kräftig an. Sie leckte sich die Lippen. Wie mochte sich so ein Arsch anfühlen?

 

Dani war auf allen Vieren und Collin war direkt hinter ihr. Er rammte gerade seinen Ständer in ihre Muschi und grunzte glücklich. Seine kräftigen Hände lagen auf ihrem harten, ultra-knackigen Arsch. Er knetete die Implantate unter ihrer Haut und sie musste ächzen, als sie das spürte. Es war einfach unglaublich. Sie war vorher schon extrem geil gewesen, aber jetzt war es endgültig um sie geschehen.

Die Rekonvaleszenz war unerträglich lang gewesen, aber der Arzt hatte ihnen endlich das Okay gegeben, und jetzt konnten sie ihre neuen Muskeln so richtig genießen. Sie konnte gar nicht genug kriegen. Der Typ war ein verdammtes Genie. Unter ihrer samtig weichen Haut spürte sie die harten, festen Silikonformen, die auf ihren Muskeln lagen. Die dünne Fettschicht, die er gelassen hatte, war wirklich nur als Dämpfer da. Sie griff zwischen ihren muskulösen Beinen nach hinten. Ehrlich gesagt war das ein unglaubliches Gefühl. Sie strich gegen ihre künstliche Oberschenkelmuskulatur und das allein ließ sie wieder fast die Besinnung verlieren. Hinter ihr steigerte sich Marvins Rhythmus noch weiter.

Ihren Freund so zu sehen, mit seinen Superbeinen … Das war schon was. Er war ja vorher recht fit und ansehnlich gewesen, aber jetzt sah er göttlich aus, wie einer, der noch nie einen Beintag ausgelassen hatte. Und posieren konnte er … Göttlich.

Sie musste sich da ein paar Moves abschauen. Da ging noch was.

Der Doktor hatte ihnen ja erklärt, dass diese Spezialformen tatsächlich nahezu echte Flexes erlaubten. Es stimmte wirklich. Als sie das erste Mal nach der OP ihre Lieblingsheels angezogen hatte, waren ihre Waden zu diamantenförmigen Killerformen angewachsen.

Das war auch ein Moment gewesen.

Sie reckte ihren Muskelarsch nach oben und ließ Marvin tief in sie rein.

Ja …

Jaaa …

Sie waren so geil …

 

Mina sah von ihrem Handy auf. Die Chirurgin lächelte freundlich. Seit sie mit der Influencerin zusammenarbeitete, hatte sie wirklich gute Geschäfte gemacht, und egal, welche Idee die junge Frau mitbrachte, es endete immer mit höheren Umsätzen. “Und was haben Sie sich gedacht?”

„Naja, schauen Sie mal.“

Sie zeigte der Ärztin die aktuelle Bilderstrecke von DaniHey. Die junge Frau spielte Beachvolleyball mit ihren Freundinnen, und ihre hypermuskulösen Beine und ihr Ultra-Knackarsch waren perfekt in Szene gesetzt.

„Sie sieht sehr sportlich aus.“

„Das ist es ja gerade! Das ist alles fake! Schauen Sie!“

Sie wischte am Telefon herum und man konnte die Serie der Fotos nach der OP sehen. Die Ärztin nickte. Das war schon sehr gut gemacht.

„Und Sie wollen das auch?“

„Also auch ist definitiv zu wenig, nicht wahr, mein Schatz?“

Der junge Mann neben ihr, dem die Ärztin die Bauchmuskeln modelliert hatte, nickte.

„Da gehört definitiv mehr gemacht.“

„Mhm. Was genau?“

Die junge Frau zögerte, dann meinte sie:

„Na, alles? Ich hätte gerne bessere Beine als sie, einen knackigeren Arsch, einen tollen Rücken, Schultern, Arme. Alles!“

Der junge Mann lächelte und nickte zustimmend:

„Ich auch.“

Die Chirurgin zögerte. Sie war da keine Expertin, und das war schon eine ziemlich heftige Operation.

„Ich werde mit einer Freundin reden. Sie macht solche Sachen eher und ich denke, ich könnte ihr assistieren.“

Das Paar lächelte, ihre weißen Zähne blitzten auf.

„Wunderbar!“

Mina meinte dann noch:

„Wo wir jetzt schon da sind, können Sie noch meine Lippen und mein Botox machen?“

„Klar doch, das erledigen wir gleich.“

 

„Wow, das fühlt sich echt komisch an.“ Marvin machte ein paar zögerliche Schritte.

Mina grinste:

„Na kein Wunder, Schatz, immerhin hast Du in ein paar Stunden fast zehn Kilo zugelegt!“

Sie sah ihm zu, wie er durch das Krankenzimmer ging, ihre Augen auf seinen Rücken und seinen Hintern geheftet. Mann, sah der gut aus! Die Ärztin meinte:

„Das ist richtig. Sie werden sich noch ein wenig gewöhnen müssen, und es braucht sicher noch drei bis vier Wochen, bis alles verheilt und abgeschwollen ist. Aber dann sollte es, na sagen wir mal, schlüssig aussehen.“

Marvin drehte sich zu seiner Freundin hinüber. Fuck … Diese Implantate hatten sie echt auf einen neuen Level gehoben. Irgendwie konnte er immer noch nicht glauben, dass sowas möglich war. Sie stand da und sah ihn konzentriert an. Insgesamt wirkte sie einfach entspannt, aber ihre Muskulatur sagte etwas ganz anderes. Die Chirurgin hatte wahre Wunder an ihr vollbracht. Sie hatte an ihrem gesamten Körper das Fett abgesaugt und die Implantate über ihren Muskeln eingesetzt. Die Stücke waren definitiv groß genug, um ihr einen gewissen Bodybuilderinnen-Stil zu geben. Minas Schultern waren prall und definiert. Sie gaben ihr eine breitere Statur, wodurch ihre Arme jetzt ganz entspannt herunterhingen. Diese sahen allerdings definitiv massiver aus. Ihre Bizepse waren jetzt merklich größer und er konnte die in die Implantate modellierte Definition perfekt sehen. Dasselbe galt für ihre Trizepse und ihre Unterarme. Ehrlich gesagt sah sie aus, als würde sie im Fitnessstudio leben.

Die Chirurgin war ja noch weiter gegangen. Sie hatte Minas Rücken ebenfalls mit Implantaten verschönert und ihre Brustimplantate herausgenommen, um sie durch ein neues Set zu ersetzen. Die neuen Teile waren zwar so groß wie die alten, aber sie inkludierten auch nachmodellierte Brustmuskeln. Der Look war exotisch, aber auch heftig.

Dazu kamen noch ihre massiven Beine und ihr praller Fake-Muskelarsch. Ihre Haut war ziemlich gespannt über diesen ganzen Verbesserungen, und es war einfach unglaublich, sie anzusehen.

Er war allerdings auch nicht von schlechten Eltern. Klar spürte er das Gewicht, das ihm die Ärztin eingepflanzt hatte, aber er sah jetzt ja auch aus wie ein Koloss. Es war echt beeindruckend. Er fragte sich, wie geil das erst werden würde, wenn alles fertig war.

Die Ärztin ergänzte:

„Sie müssen ab jetzt unbedingt ihre Haut täglich pflegen. Sie bekommen eine spezielle Salbe von unserer Assistentin beim Eingang. Diese ist absolut wichtig. Gut einmassieren, schön einwirken lassen. Und jeden Tag, verstanden?“

Die beiden Muskelleute nickten.

„Und wie besprochen: Achten Sie auf ihr Gewicht. Durch die Fettabsaugung kann ihr Körper das Fett nur in weniger Zellen einlagern und die wachsen dann dementsprechend stärker. Das kann komisch aussehen und schädlich für ihre Organe sein. Daher halten Sie sich bitte an die Diät, die ich ihnen aufgeschrieben habe.“

Dani nickte:

„Für mich ist das sowieso selbstverständlich. Wie schaut’s bei Dir aus, Marvin?“

„Kein Problem! Mann, ich schaue schon sehr geil aus!“

Die Ärztin konnte nicht umhin zu nicken. Die beiden waren zwar offensichtlich irre, aber der Look war der Hammer!

[El_Roy_1999]

As promised, here’s the English version of the previously released story. It involves the rarely explored concept of muscle implants which might be interesting … 

Megalomania
MinaModel und DaniHey! are influencers. Their bodies are their business and so they work hard to perfect themselves. Of course, there’s a bit of competition …
This erotic fiction contains female muscle expansion and breast expansion, as well as height growth. All sexually active characters are at least 18 years old. 

Get it here!
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1087026

And a preview: 

“Hello from sunny Dubai, where it’s always warm and beautiful! It’s nice to have you back with MinaModel and TheMarvin! Today we have something very special for you … You know, I got my stomach shaped up a bit, and today the time has finally come! Everything has healed and I’m sooo happy!“

Mina took a few steps back. She was wearing a thin white linen blouse through which the audience could see her plump breasts. These things were her pride and joy, magnificent 800 milliliter monsters, beautifully round and fake. She unbuttoned the blouse slowly and with gusto and showed her magnificent breasts in her lace bra.

She reached the buttons underneath and now took her time. Then her new abs came into view. The surgeon had really worked hard. It wasn’t just eight embarrassing boxes. The man was like a sculptor! He had finely defined and shaped every single part of the musculature. She stroked it. The bumpiness turned her on. She bit her plump lip.

“Great, isn’t it?”

She tensed her stomach and the muscles contracted. Okay, it was mostly modeled fat, but it looked just gorgeous.

TheMarvin came into view now, stroked her magnificent waist and then kissed her wonderful eight-pack. She giggled and shouted:

“Whoa! That tickles, you dumbass!”

He grinned and blew against her slim, well-defined stomach, making her scream loudly and happily. When she had calmed down, she turned to the camera:

“Great, isn’t it? It’s wonderfully sunny and beautiful here with us. If you want to shop for my look, you’ll find everything below … And don’t forget to subscribe, because we still got a long way to go, don’t we, TheMarvin?”

He nodded and picked her up, put her on his shoulders and said:

“So, now let’s go swimming and show off your hot belly!”

 

The camera was pointed at the car seat and the audience could see a slender brunette with thick, glossy lips and a slim neck.

“Hi! It’s me, DaniHey! It’s good to see you! Here at the Gulf there is love, fun and sunshine every day! People have asked me: DaniHey, what do you think of MinaModels belly? Phew, I can only say, girl, nice for you! I’m happy that you are healthy and happy. But I also have to say … It’s nice anyway. I don’t want to say that MinaModel is a copycat, but I already had my boobies done when she was still flat as a board! Of course, she had two mega-udders made for her. And about her stomach … Having a six-pack was not enough, it had to be an eight-pack. Well, my dear MinaModel, if you think you have a chance against me, you’re way out of line. I’m on my way to see Doctor Faris with my sweetheart King_Collin, and he’s gonna makes us really defined, if you know what I mean … And then, my dearest, you’ll be blown away …”

The young woman raised an eyebrow and let her pearly white, perfectly even teeth flash:

“My darlings, we’ve almost arrived and I’ll keep you updated on my new look! Just subscribe and you’ll be the first to know!”

 

DaniHey slowly woke up from the anesthetic. She was thirsty and her head felt like it had been wrapped in wool. This was how she had last felt after her breast implants. She smiled. It all seemed pretty good. She lay on her stomach and waited. Eventually, her mind cleared up enough to take a look around. Her wonderful Collin lay next to her in bed and dozed. He, too, was lying on his stomach and had several bottles hanging from his bed to catch any liquids. Excellent …

She found the alarm and pressed it. Perhaps the nurse could give her a drink and tell her right away whether everything had gone well. After a few moments, the sister came in. Like most of the women in the house, she was strangely ageless and downright plasticky beautiful.

She came over to DaniHey’s bed and asked, “Hello. How are you? Are you in pain, are you sick?”

The young woman carefully shook her head.

“Everything’s fine. I’m just a little thirsty.”

The nurse reached back to a cart and got a mug of warm tea, which she held out to the model. She sipped the liquid carefully and smiled.

“Aah … That’s better. How did it go?”

“The doctor was very satisfied. You both need to recover a little now, but I think you can take a first look tomorrow.”

“Thank you! Then I’m already excited!”

 

MinaModel stared at her cell phone. TheMarvin was sitting next to her on the sofa, his arm over her shoulders, his hand on her boob.

“Holy shit …”

The young man asked:

“Can I take a look?”

She turned the screen a bit and he let out a “Fuck …”.

DaniHey and King_Collin stood side by side, and their legs were awesome. Whatever had happened there was just no longer normal. The pair had thighs like speed skaters, but brutally defined at the same time. You could see individual muscle fibers under the skin. Below them were the most brutal calves, which were also infinitely ripped and looked as if they had been carved out of marble.

Honestly, the two looked like they lived at the gym.

Then came the climax. The two lifted their wide shirts at the same time and the spectators could see their butts perfectly. DaniHei was wearing a red thong, and it was lost between two ultra-defined ass cheeks. The two viewers had never seen anything like this before. The ass was really an X made of muscles. One look over at Collin … Okay, that was incredible. A butt like that would make a professional bodybuilder look soft.

Mina felt the pressure of Marvin’s hand tighten on her taut chest. She managed to break away from the cell phone for a moment and saw his hard boner out of the corner of her eye.

Okay.

Okay.

Fuck.

They would have to do something.

She had to admit that these muscles turned her on. She licked her lips. How did an ass like that feel?

 

Dani was on all fours and Collin was right behind her. He was just ramming his boner into her pussy and grunted happily. His strong hands were on her hard, ultra-firm ass. He kneaded the implants under her skin and she groaned when she felt it. It was just amazing. She had been extremely horny before, but now it was finally too much for her.

The recovery had been excruciatingly long, but the doctor had finally given them the okay, and now they could really enjoy their new muscles. She just couldn’t get enough. The guy was a bloody genius. Under her velvety soft skin, she felt the hard, firm silicone forms that lay on her muscles. The thin layer of fat he had left was really only there as an extra. She reached back between her muscular legs. To be honest, it was an incredible feeling. She stroked her artificial thigh muscles and that alone almost made her go crazy again. Behind her, Marvin’s rhythm picked up even more.

To see her boyfriend like that, with his great legs … That was something. He had been quite fit and handsome before, but now he looked divine, like someone who had never skipped leg day. And he could pose … like a god.

She had to learn a few moves from him. There was still room for more.

The doctor had explained to them that these special shapes actually allowed almost real flexes. It was really true. When she first put on her favorite heels after surgery, her calves had grown into diamond-shaped killer shapes.

That had been one of these moments too. She pointed her muscle ass up and let Marvin deep inside her.

Yes …

Yes …

She was so sexy …

 

Mina looked up from her cell phone. The surgeon smiled pleasantly. She had done really good business since working with the influencer, and no matter what idea the young woman brought to her, it always ended in higher sales. “And what did you think of?”

“Well, take a look.”

She showed the doctor the current series of pictures by DaniHey. The young woman was playing beach volleyball with her friends, and her hyper-muscular legs and ultra-cracking ass were perfectly staged.

“She looks very sporty.”

“That’s just it! This is all fake! Look! ”

She swiped around on the phone and you could see the series of photos after the operation. The doctor nodded. That was very well done.

“And you want that too?”

“Nah. ‘That too’ is too little, isn’t it, dear?”

The young man next to her, whose abdominal muscles the doctor had modeled, nodded.

“There definitely should be more.”

“Mhm. What exactly?”

The young woman hesitated, then said:

“Well, all of it? I would like better legs than her, a firm ass, a great back, shoulders, arms. Everything!”

The young man smiled and nodded in agreement:

“Me too.”

The surgeon hesitated. She wasn’t an expert on that, and that was quite a major operation.

“I’m going to talk to a friend. She’s more likely to do things like that and I think I could assist her.”

The couple smiled, their white teeth flashing.

“Wonderful!”

Mina then said:

“Now that we are here, can you still do my lips and my botox?”

“Sure, we’ll do that in a moment.”

 

“Wow, that feels really weird.”

Marvin took a few hesitant steps.

Mina grinned:

“No wonder, honey, after all you have put on almost twenty pounds in a few hours!”

She watched him walk across the hospital room, her eyes fixed on his back and bum. Man, that looked good!

The doctor said:

“That’s right. You will need to get used to it a little, and it will certainly take another three to four weeks for everything to heal and for the swelling to go down. But then it should look, let’s say, realistic.”

Marvin turned to his girlfriend. Fuck … Those implants really took them to a new level. Somehow, he still couldn’t believe that something like that was possible. She stood there and looked at him intently. Overall, she just seemed relaxed, but her muscles said something completely different. The surgeon had worked miracles on her. She had sucked the fat all over her body and put the implants over her muscles.

The pieces were definitely big enough to give her a certain bodybuilding style. Mina’s shoulders were firm and defined. They gave her a wider stature, so her arms were now hanging down very relaxed. They definitely looked more massive. Her biceps were noticeably larger now and he could see perfectly the definition molded into the implants. The same was true of her triceps and forearms. In all honesty, she looked like she was at the gym all the time.

The surgeon had gone further. She had also embellished Mina’s back with implants and removed her breast implants to replace them with a new set. The new parts were as big as the old ones, but they also included re-modeled pectoral muscles. The look was exotic, but also intense.

In addition, there were her massive legs and her plump fake muscle ass. Her skin was quite stretched about all of these improvements and it was just amazing to look at.

He wasn’t looking bad either, though. He clearly felt the weight that the doctor had implanted in him, but now he also looked like a demigod. It was really impressive. He wondered how cool it would be when everything was ready.

The doctor added:

“From now on, you absolutely have to take care of your skin every day. You will receive a special cream from our assistant at the entrance. This is absolutely important. Massage it into your skin well, let it work. Every day, got it?”

The two musclepeople nodded.

“And don’t forget: watch your weight. With liposuction, your body can only store the fat in fewer cells and these then grow correspondingly larger. It can look weird and it can be harmful to your organs. Please stick to the diet that I wrote down for you.”

Dani nodded:

“That’s no problem for me. I’m used to it! How about you, Marvin?”

“No problem! Man, I look way too cool!”

The doctor couldn’t help but nod. The two were obviously crazy, but the look was awesome!

 

[El_Roy_1999]

I wrote another story!

The Sentence
After a drug-fueled murder, Nathalie is offered the option to do a special, experimental therapy. It turns out that the doctor who developed the treatment has a secret extra agenda … This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth. All characters are at least 18 years old.

You can get it here: 
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1088397

And here’s the preview: 

O Freunde, nicht diese Töne!

Sondern laßt uns angenehmere

anstimmen und freudenvollere.

 

Nathalie saw the guy’s face shift and melt. It was terrifying. He shrieked and growled, his voice dropping and shrilling alternately. The cloudy wave on her mind was breaking, the ache in her head was returning. The man’s eyes swelled in his head, his pupils almost engulfing her. She howled in pain and fear, pushing against him. The man struggled against her, he stumbled and fell.

She could smell it.

He had it with him. It was right there, in his pocket. Why wouldn’t he give it to her? She had paid him, hadn’t she? The fucker had agreed to it!

Even as she tried to cling to this thought, her mind clouded again, returning to the brutal, hammering pain in her head. Her fingers felt as if they were swelling up, her heavy body was growing, blowing up as if filled with gas. The tingle of pain changed into a razor wire scrape.

The man crawled away, his leg standing off at a weird angle. Voices howled in the background as she stumbled towards him. She fell, dropping on his leg. The man screamed out of the back of his molten head, some strange liquid foaming from his ears or eyes or whatever these were.

“Give it to me! I … I paid! I p-p-paid!”

She pulled at him, her fingers ripping into his skin. The man pushed her back, slapping his hands in her face, so she bit him. Salivating, she reached forward, grabbing a hold of his head. She pulled it up and smashed it back down. There was a warm smell in the air now as greenish-red numbers floated past. The pain was dancing on her hands now, little crumbs flowed over her numbed fingers.

The man tried to get her off him, but he was getting weaker. He attempted to knee her in her belly, but she held him off, then fell on his face. He struggled, but she held him against her swollen gut. She could feel his bites and scratches, but next to the droning sound in her mind and the drilling feeling in her bones, it was nothing.

Finally, he stopped moving.

She grunted happily, the sudden ecstasy of getting her patch flowing in.

Nathalie sank her hand into his pocket and found the row of patches. With a satisfied moan, she pulled down her pants and stuck it on her thigh. Then she relaxed and fell asleep.

 

The public defender sighed. Another one. Lately, all his cases were the same. Before some asshole had introduced that Lacplus stuff, he’d had burglaries, robberies, some dealing and the occasional white-collar crime. Now that the patches were all the rage, he had to deal with the fallout, as did the courts. No-one was happy about this. The guard buzzed him in and he looked at his client. Of course. It was always the same. A fellow student of his had managed to only be called on prostitutes and porn girls. Apparently, that was more fun.

The bloated woman was sitting in the room, her jowls hanging and her flabby chin covering her neck. Her skin was covered in scabs and acne and her fingers looked worn out and grey. The fingernails were broken and torn. Her matted hair stuck to her face and her eyes were empty.

“Hello. My name’s Mike Harper, but you can call me Harp. Everybody does that.”

The woman took a moment to notice him, her face turning slowly towards him. Her look was obviously confused. Did she even know where she was?

“You’re Nathalie Teech, is that correct?”

She nodded vaguely.

“Good … Okay, now listen carefully. You’re up for 15 years or even life. You did kill that guy after all. We’re going to plead guilty, but I’ve got an offer for a special rehabilitation program that should help you. If you complete the course, you could be out in five years, if you can prove that you are clean and are willing to give back to society. How does that sound?”

Her head bobbed again. Was she asleep? He waved his hand in front of her, but she grabbed it by the wrist. It was a strange sensation. There was so much blobbish fat to it that it felt all soft and sweaty, but there was the raw, uncontrolled strength of the addiction behind it too.

Her voice was a gargle:

“Okay … I take it. Just get me out of here.”

She released him and he massaged his wrist. Ow. He hated his job.

 

The judge heard the jury’s verdict and said:

“Very well then. The program sounds like a good idea. Ms. Teech, you have been found guilty on all counts and you are sentenced to fifteen years in jail unless you complete the program at the Juvenal rehabilitation facility within five years. In this case, you will be released and the rest of your sentence will be dropped.”

There was some paperwork, then the court usher told everybody to get back up and the judge left. Nathalie was led outside and loaded into a bus, then brought back to jail.

A few days later, she was transferred to the rehabilitation facility. It was far inland, amidst green hills and beautiful forests. The drive took forever. The two guards in the car were relaxed. After a very intense phase of going cold turkey, Nathalie was calm, almost apathic. She just hung in the seat belt, her heavy head resting on her wide bosom. She was still wearing the sack-like orange suit the correctional facility had given her, and there was a spot of drool on its breast.

When the car stopped, she was jerked awake roughly. Two broad-shouldered men in orderlies’ uniforms pulled her from the car, some papers were signed, and she was led inside. Soon enough, she found herself in a nice, bright pavilion, with large windows and a beautiful view of the facility’s gardens. Slowly, her mind started to ease. Maybe this would work …

A man in his early fifties came in. He was slim and fit, with full dark hair, that only was white at the temples. He had a friendly, caring expression and sat down next to her. A nurse set down a tray with plastic cups down with them.

The man waited for Nathalie to drink, then said:

“Welcome to Juvenal, Ms. Teech. I’m Doctor Taylor. I’ll be directing your treatment and make sure you’ll recover.” He waved at the nurse. “This is Nurse Stanley. She will go through the registration process with you afterwards, but I want to explain my concept to you first.”

Nathalie grumbled indistinctly. The doctor smiled:

“You see, I believe in a healthy mind in a healthy body, and I have found that this has seriously helped the recovery of my patients. Through a combination of behavioral therapy and positive reinforcement, I have managed to improve the health and outlook of our guests here. I am certain that you will benefit from this in every way. So … Are you willing to change your life?”

Nathalie looked at him with glassy eyes. She groaned:

“Maybe.”

Then she returned to her catatonic state.

Doctor Taylor nodded and had the nurse and the orderlies bring her to her room. This one had every potential for his preferential treatment. He was giddy with excitement!

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