[El_Roy_1999]

This is a sequel to “The Exterminating Angel”. Hunting those that enabled the murder of her sister, Leah has come across an underground fighting club. If she manages to defeat the reigning champion, she’ll be able to get closer to her quarry. However, this man is gigantic! This work of fiction contains male and female muscle and fighting. All characters are at least 18 years old.

Get it here!

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1103788

The first part is available here: 
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1099731

And here’s a preview: 

“Anton! So glad to have you here!”

The fat man struggled a bit to climb up the stairs. His face was very red, though his hanging jowls were concealed by his full brown beard. He was wearing a suit that hid the worst of his bulk. Anton grinned and got up. He too was on the heavy side, though in his case, the fat was being supported by a broad, powerful frame. Anton was older now, and it had been a long time since his time with the special forces, but he had kept a bit of his build. He smiled at Luke, his pearly white fake teeth glinting. After a few years in the field and a lot of martial arts, he had had to settle for some replacements.

“Thank you for having me! Quite the nice place you got here. It’s got that underground feel, but without the seediness.”

Luke, the fat man, was glad Anton liked it. After all, Anton was a big figure in the whole country’s underworld. If he managed to entertain him, to win him over as a regular guest, he could be certain of having plenty of regular visitors. Maybe his little club would even become legit in a certain scene. Wherever Anton went, a whole bunch of hangers-on and would-be celebrities would show up.

Even now, the man was in the company of two promising rappers which Luke was pretty sure he knew. Without hesitating, he greeted them too, then had the waitress serve them some whisky. As far as he knew, this was back as a taste as of now. He preferred energy drinks, but of course, the customer was always right.

Anton took a sip, obviously appreciated the taste, then asked:

“Tell me, Luke, who’s going to fight tonight?”

The fat man straightened up and sucked in his belly.

“Well, we have a couple of warm-ups, obviously. Nothing special here, but a couple of young guys who want to get a shot … I would recommend watching them attentively. The second fight should be interesting. We got Ahmedov and Eddie Nguyen facing off. Those guys are going to be big soon.”

Anton nodded slowly and one of the rappers grunted appreciatively.

“I heard good things about that Eddie Nguyen man. A real warrior.”

There were more nods.

“Then we have a couple of girls. This is really just for fun, but they take it seriously.”

The three men chuckled.

The other rapper added:

“The cool thing with girl fighters is that they keep on fighting. I recently saw Alicia Sanchez, she gets kicked right in the knee. The thing is busted. Anyone can see it. I mean, it’s facing the wrong way. Any dude would have given up. Does she give up? Nah. Just slaps the fucking knee back into place, gets back up and fucking demolishes the other woman. I ain’t never seen anything like it.”

Luke agreed:

“You’re going to love those two, then.”

Anton cracked his knuckles:

“And the main event?”

“Tiny.”

“Tiny? What kind of guy is that? That’s the stupidest nickname I’ve ever heard.”

“You’ll see, Anton. Guy’s a fucking legend. He fights three dudes at the same time.”

The old man laughed:

“Seriously? What the fuck? You’re not faking it, are you?”

Luke seemed almost a little shocked:

“Me, fake something? I’m not stupid, Anton. You get the best, the most real, the hardest fights on the coast.” Somewhat relaxed, he added: “I can’t afford to fix things. Besides, wanna see the pictures of Tiny’s last fight?”

The big man nodded and Luke showed him his phone. Anton stared at the screen. The two rappers joined in and almost jerked back as they saw what was happening. They both seemed rather pale all of a sudden. Anton nodded:

“Alright. I’m looking forward to seeing this Tiny character in action.”

Luke nodded happily and said:

“You won’t regret it. I’m going to get you some more drinks and then, let’s get it on!”

 

Backstage, Tiny warmed up. Despite him being almost seven feet tall, he moved with surprising agility. He was doing rope skips at an amazing speed, the rope almost invisible as it flashed by. His trainer watched him attentively. The giant was a wonder of the modern world. Fast, strong, tall, with long arms and a surprising amount of intellect. Sure, he wasn’t a big philosopher, but he was able to understand tactics and bring his power to bear in the best kind of way. He wasn’t just a big lug that would randomly punch things and people. Any opponent had to be on his toes to even stand a chance.

Properly warmed up, Tiny caught the speeding rope and rolled it up on his gargantuan arm. He handed it to the trainer and went on to limber up his shoulders and arms.

He asked:

“Who am I up against tonight, Lee?”

“They found three guys that are willing to try.”

“Big guys?”

“Yup. I checked them out. A wrestler, a kickboxer and a regular boxer.”

“Whoo. I like that. Makes for a nice challenge.”

The trainer shrugged.

“Not sure. They’re only meeting now. I doubt they’ll be able to coordinate.”

Tiny seemed a tad disappointed.

“Bah. This Luke guy still won’t get me a challenge. Maybe grinding his guys down in a pulp will finally get me some opponent that’s worth it.”

“Hey, don’t hurt them too much …”

The huge bald man laughed:

“Why not? Women and children in the audience?”

Lee shook his head. The women thing was their in-joke. The worst fans were the women. They would shriek for the fighters to kill each other and be utterly happy once the blood started to spray around. Women were insane.

“Seriously. I’ve heard that Anton Berdyaev is in the audience. If you manage to catch his attention …”

“Lee, seriously. I don’t give a fuck.” The hulking man scowled at him, baring his teeth. There was a monstrous intensity to him … “I just want to fight. I want to see those guys who dare oppose me suffer. Your Anton guy … I don’t care.”

The trainer shrugged to suggest that he didn’t mind. For a moment, though, he was terrified. He had discovered Tiny as a fighting slave in some South Asian shithole. He had helped him become the kind of killing machine he was now. He was probably the only person in the world Tiny could even hope to consider a friend. And still, the big man was way too intense for him. He was like an attack dog that had been worked into a monster and which only didn’t devour its handler because he hadn’t yet outlived his usefulness.

Tiny grinned, examining his muscles.

“There you are. All warmed up. Let’s get out and fight.”

Lee nodded, glad that the intense moment had passed.

 

“Welcome to the main event!” The announcer’s voice boomed through the arena. Shrouded in darkness, it concealed the fact that Luke’s workers had built it into the carcass of a bunker built during the war. Everything could be disassembled and packed away to make sure that no authorities would ever discover it. The place was also useful to dispose of any fighters who happened to overestimate themselves and have … accidents.

“We’ve got a special treat for you … Three against one! Here are your challengers: At 6’ and 190 pounds, “Python” Garcia!”

The first man jumped into the ring. He was a hulking fighter, barrel-chested, with long, powerful arms. His hair was tied into a knot on the back of his head.

“Number two! 6’4”, 200 pounds and twice crowned the Absolute Impact Champion … Johnny Pathan!”

A fighter, decked out in the traditional outfit of Muay Thai, climbed into the ring. He was tall and leggy, with hard, ripped muscles. Demonstrating his skills with a few quick kicks and punches, he stepped over to Garcia.

“And finally, number three, last but not least … Weighing 240 pounds, with a reach of 84 inches and a height of 6’2”, “Bull King” Rashid!”

The third contestant quickly ran up to the ring, then stopped, showed off his strength and footwork, then got in. The trio greeted each other, traded fraternal slaps and punches and …

“And here’s their opponent. The man you’ve been waiting for. The man who leaves a trail of defeated foes in his wake. The fighter to end all fights … At a height of seven feet and a weight of 400 pounds … Tiny!”

The crowd erupted into raucous cheering, people clapped, stomped and howled as the curtains were drawn aside and the giant marched in. For a moment, flashes of fear passed over the men’s faces. Then they braced themselves and got ready to fight!

 

Tiny easily jumped over the ropes, vaulting his heavy body on the canvas. The vibration shook the men’s hearts as he straightened himself, towering over them. He laughed:

“Wow! Three at once! This must be my lucky day. You even look as if you could be a challenge!”

He cracked his knuckles. Python shouted back:

“Sounds like you’re all talk and no business. I don’t think I’ll need those two to take you down. Bring it, big boy!”

“You sure about that?”

Tiny let his enormous muscles swell. He was a true giant, not just tall, but also incredibly muscular. His shaved scalp glinted in the lights. He made a sudden dash for the wrestler, then stopped. The other man instinctively twitched.

Tiny roared with laughter:

“Okay, little one, I’ll break you last. Gotta let you enjoy the show!”

The muay thai fighter interrupted:

“Enough with the banter. Let’s start!”

Outside the ring, the announcer declared:

“As you all can see, our fighters are ready to go! In our ring, there is no referee. Fights are to submission, knockout or … death!”

People cheered, applauded and hooted.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, it’s time! Let’s go, and may the best win!”

A bell was rung and the fight was on!

 

To the audience’s amusement, Tiny hung back at first. He rested against the post of his corner and watched the trio gear up to fight him. The boxer made a sign at the others. Here was the thing: Tiny wasn’t stupid. People assumed he was dumb because he was big, but one wouldn’t get this far by being an idiot. He was no genius or anything, but he had a way of thinking tactically. So if his opponents planned something, he’d be prepared.

The Muay Thai fighter went in first, going in swinging with a quick strike to Tiny’s face. The big man saw him coming, obviously, and, to the surprise of his attacker, twitched back his giant upper body. The fighter’s leg swished by uselessly. Tiny went in now, his hand shooting forward and slamming into the man’s thigh.

The sudden blow sent him off-balance and tossed him through the ring. The two others, which had obviously planned to flank Tiny at the same time, stopped in their tracks. Tiny didn’t let them recuperate.

The boxer was their leader, so he would be Tiny’s first target.

Bull King backed off for a moment to regain his distance, but Tiny didn’t much care. Moving with surprising swiftness, he evaded the man’s blows, getting barely scraped by his powerful fists.

For a moment, Tiny could see a feeling of panic wash over Bull King’s face. This didn’t go as planned. At all.

He did his best to retreat, striking series of jabs to force the attacker back. The giant caught some of the blows with his crunched abs, dodged others, or simply blocked them with his enormous forearms. No blow even reached the monstrous man’s face or chest.

Tiny could tell that the others were seizing the opportunity to flank him. It seemed rather coordinated. Very well.

He closed in on Bull King, still holding off his attacks and focusing on controlling his opponent. More attentive opponents might have spotted the trap. Those three did not.

The Muay Thai fighter struck first, launching himself at Tiny and letting his leg shoot out. Tiny heard the steps, he felt the sudden tension in the air, he knew what was happening. He twisted around, leaving the boxer dumbfounded, then his hand shot out. Johnny Pathan wanted to stop his attack, but it was too late.

Tiny’s hand closed around his ankle and the big man turned around, slamming the attacker into the canvas. There was a loud crash as the fighter landed, rolled clumsily and struggled to get to his feet. The enormous warrior left him no moment to recover. He pushed himself forward, caught the struggling kickboxer around the waist, and before the other two could react, lifted the large man up before slamming him down in a German Supplex.

The crowd was elated. People got up from their seats, shouted, cheered, clapped.

Even Anton found himself amused. Speed, strength, a certain finesse … This Tiny character was less ridiculous than his nickname would suggest.

Luke nodded to himself. Yes. This was working. If Anton was having fun, his whole project might actually be a success.

 

Meanwhile, Tiny had released the Muay Thai fighter, who was lying on the canvas, completely dazed. Python chose the opportunity to attack. After all, the giant was on the ground and he could hope to get a good hold on him. He went in, and managed to wrap his arm around the big man’s neck, getting ready to choke him. His muscles bulged against Tiny’s neck. This was a good position …

Until it wasn’t. Tiny didn’t much bother to free himself. Instead, he just got up in one mighty kip up, using his mountainous muscles to get him back to his feet.

Python found himself suddenly dangling from the giant’s neck. He did his best to regain his footing but the big man used the confusion and chaos to grab him now. He pulled Python up until he got him on his shoulders, then he lifted him up further, holding him high above his head.

The wrestler panicked. He was helpless now, far above the canvas. He struggled, but realized he couldn’t do anything.

Then he went down.

Tiny dropped him.

Python crashed on the giant’s knee. There was a disgusting crunch and he lay there, barely moving.

Without pausing, Tiny turned to face the boxer. The man was transfixed by the absurd display of power he had just witnessed. Suddenly understanding that he was now alone with this monster, he screamed in panic.

Tiny didn’t care. He went for the terrified man, who tried to get out of the ring.

King Bull ended up entangling himself in the ropes. To his horror, the crowd booed him as he tried to extricate himself. Then Tiny caught up with him. He felt the colossus’ arms wrap themselves around him and pull him away. Clawing at the canvas, he desperately tried to save himself.

 

Up above, Anton frowned.

“Luke, my friend, are you sure those three were really fighters? That was a sad performance, don’t you think?”

The fat man was a little shocked by the insinuation.

“But … what could they do?”

The old man suddenly grinned, then broke out into laughter:

“Ha, relax. I’m messing with you. I’m sure they actually knew what they were doing! But as far as entertainment goes …”

There was a disgusting crackling as Tiny broke the poor man’s arms, destroying his shoulders in the process. Somehow, the Muay Thai fighter had managed to get back to his feet, but now, he found himself caught by the giant’s arms again.

Anton declared:

“If you want my amateur opinion … Next time, let the three boys fight someone else to build up the hype. Show that they’re really dangerous. This? This only makes them look weak. Sad even.”

“But did you like it?”

“Like it? It was amazing! This Tiny … He’s great! I mean, he could probably be shown off better, but he’s an incredible fighter. Be sure to tell me when his next encounter is going to be.”

Luke was grinning up to his ears now. This was perfect!

“I’ll make sure you’ll be the first to hear. I’ll just have to find some appropriate opponents for a man like him.”

 

Below, on the canvas, the announcer struggled to raise Tiny’s arm.

“And the winner, Ladies and Gentlemen, defeating three enemies by incapacitation, is … Tiny!”

The spectators stomped and clapped and Tiny basked in their admiration. He gave them a mind-boggling double-biceps flex and posed some more, showing off his gargantuan physique.

The men he had defeated were discreetly being moved away so as not to disturb the celebration.

Far above, Leah hesitated for a moment. Hidden in the rafters of the factory roof, she had listened to Anton Berdyaev over the directional microphone. Wonderful. If she managed to get closer to him …

She had been stalking the man for a while now. Berdyaev was well-feared in the underworld, the kingpin of dozens of sex-slavery rings. She had only become aware of him during her research after avenging her sister. This was the man who had enslaved many of the women that her sister’s murderer had killed.

She couldn’t just leave things like that.

Now if she got a shot at him …

The man was absurdly well-guarded and had plenty of law enforcement officers in his pocket. At the same time, his pressure on his underlings was such that his operation would probably collapse if he was taken out of the equation.

She looked down at the canvas.

Well, she’d have to show off her skills against this Tiny man. She snorted.

Alright. That was doable. 

[El_Roy_1999]

I think quite a few of you are going to love this one!
Watch a woman get stronger, harder, manlier and happier. Also, she opens her own pickle jars. 

Man Up
Samantha and Dean get robbed. Her husband’s reaction makes Samantha question her role in the relationship. If he isn’t able to be the man in their relationship, maybe she’ll have to. The thing is, it feels so good …

This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth, futa and gender-blending. All characters are at least 18 years old.

Get it here: 
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1103986

The preview: 

“Okay, Dean, they’re gone. You can come out now.”

Samantha was embarrassed. To her surprise, she found the situation to be more awkward than threatening. She stared at her husband as he clambered out of the trash bin. It was a sad show. Dean was short and on the soft side, and he was getting grime and whatever sludge had accumulated in that bin all over his tuxedo. She groaned. If he hadn’t run, maybe at least the suit would still be okay.

With a grunt, he dropped to the ground, then struggled to clean his outfit. That didn’t work either. She could tell he was frustrated. Well, so was she.

They had gone to the celebration of her last successful project, and it had been a nice evening. Sure, Dean had been as calm as always, barely managing to do the small talk, but they had fun. Normally, Santa Ricarda was a nice, prosperous town. One would feel safe pretty much everywhere, at any time. And yet, as they walked back to their car, three young men had shown up and threatened them. They didn’t even have weapons.

They just walked up to them, one of them punched Dean in the gut and the others had shouted for the couple to hand over their money. For a moment, Samantha had thought about resisting them. She had that weird idea that Dean would do something.

The only thing he did was scramble to his feet and run. Apparently, he had picked the grossest garbage bin to hide.

The robbers had hesitated for a moment, then they had her hand them her wallet, her watch and her necklace. And her shoes, which frustrated her the most. The necklace was gold, but it wasn’t too valuable, and the wallet was rather empty. They could have taken her phone, but it was old and splintered, so they left it with her.

However, at a little over 6’ and size 9 feet, Samantha had a hard time finding nice shoes that wouldn’t make her too tall. She had liked those shoes. And now they were gone.

Grumbling, she took out a packet of tissues from her purse and handed it to Dean who quietly cleaned himself. She took out her phone and quickly locked all her cards.

Only then did the situation wash over her.

They had just been robbed, and Dean had done nothing. Worse, he had shown her what a wimp he was. Samantha rubbed her temples. Why was he so useless?

Okay, now she was unfair. Dean was a loving and caring husband. He always supported her, managed all the stupid things in her life she didn’t want to care about and did everything to make her happy. It wasn’t his fault that he was all tiny and weak.

The thing was, someone in their household had to be in control. They needed a man of the house.

Dean rolled up the used tissues and sighed:

“Thank you, dear. I’m glad you’re safe.” He started to blush. “I’m sorry I couldn’t help you.”

“It’s okay. There wasn’t much you could do. Let’s go home.”

He nodded and held out a hand to her. Then he realized it was still grimy and pulled back.

That night, it took Samantha forever to fall asleep. She could tell it was the same for Dean, who was tossing and turning under his blanket. The scene played out in her mind again and again, and although it was clear to her that she couldn’t do a thing about it, she was still trying to come up with a solution. At last, in the wee hours, she made up her mind.

She would start exercising and get in shape. She was forty years old now, and since her college days, she had neglected her training. Now was the time to fix this.

If she got stronger, maybe they would have a real man around …

Then she chuckled. This sounded ridiculous.

 

The next day, she did go to the company gym and signed up. She immediately went for a coach that would show her the ropes and got to work. Samantha loved to work with professionals. It made things so much easier.

The young man the company had hired was a buff dude in a tight shirt. She liked the look. Maybe it would be a little much for her, but it could work …

“Hi, Samantha. My name’s Jackson and I’ll assist you in your training. Before we start: What are your goals?”

She hesitated. Could she really tell other people about this?

“Hello Jackson. Will you keep a secret?” She absolutely didn’t want any of her colleagues to get any strange ideas.

He nodded:

“Of course. My job is personal and my lips are sealed. Besides, it’s guaranteed by my contract.”

“Good. Jackson, my goal is to get buff.”

“Buff? How buff are we talking?”

“Pretty buff. Maybe close to your size?”

This obviously surprised the young man. However, he soon nodded:

“Let’s put it this way: I can’t guarantee it, but if you stick to my advice and you put in the work, I think I can bring you close.”

Samantha smiled:

“Very well. Then we should get started, shouldn’t we?”

The young man agreed:

“Let’s get you buffer.”

 

Dean was looking at her in his usual half-horny way. She had just gotten out of the shower, her body all wet and warm. The last months had been difficult on them, with her being really busy with her projects and him constantly occupied at work. They hadn’t seen much of each other and when they were home Samantha tended to go to sleep after him and wake up earlier.

As a result, he had barely seen her naked in the last months. And now, he was staring at her.

“Did you … do something?”

She reached for her towel and drew it over her shoulders. The training had done wonders on them. Samantha had really added some bulk there, giving her a strong, tough appearance. She even had to have her outfits altered to make room for them, and she basically looked like a 1980ies boss lady now. Just without the shoulder pads. Her whole body had grown nicely. Her butt was round and hard, her abs had become hard and slightly defined. Her biceps and triceps were big and strong enough to produce a rather intimidating look. Also, she had trained her grip and was now able to deliver very impressive handshakes.

Overall, Samantha loved the new “her”. People respected her easier now and discussions could be cut short just by tensing her muscles and making it clear that she wouldn’t back down.

“Yes, Dean. I did. I trained. A lot. Do you like it?”

“Oh, you did? Well, it’s … impressive? You look stronger and tougher.”

“And do you like it?”

She looked down on her husband. He was cute when he was awkward. She wanted to cuddle him, to hold him, to protect him. The only bad thing about him was that he could be so clumsy in what he said.

“It’s … alright?”

She frowned. Not that she expected him to love it, but this lukewarm reaction annoyed her. Samantha finished drying herself and hung up the towel. Now she stood there all naked and warm. She smiled:

“Come on, give me a hug. We’ve been apart for so long …”

He relaxed and embraced her. There was still some hesitation to it, but soon, she felt the familiar poke of his cock against her thigh. Ah. So he was into her after all.

Laughing, she dragged him after her and led him to their bed. They got on and she pulled him over her. Now that he was on top, he realized just how much “more” his wife had become. She had always been taller than him, but like this, she was just way more impressive. They started fooling around and soon, he found himself under her. She rode him, her strong body pushing him into the mattress. He liked what was happening, she could tell. Dean came almost immediately. Normally, this would have triggered more embarrassment, but she had an epiphany:

“How about you finish me with your tongue?”

Her husband paused. He wasn’t sure about that. When they had been teenagers, they had tried these things, but …

With a wicked grin, she asked:

“Pretty please …”

After a bit of hesitation, he obliged, careful to appear as if he was graciously doing this to prove his manly skill.

The moment Samantha sensed his tongue on her clit, she shivered. Wow. This was somehow more intense than before. Dean felt her legs lock around his head and tense. He continued what he was doing, and she increased the pressure. At first, it was okay, even nice. Her thighs felt warm and strong around his head. But as her muscles squeezed harder, he began to feel afraid.

Suddenly, he pulled back. His face was all red and he looked rather shocked.

“What was that?”

Samantha grinned. She probably should have said something soothing, but instead, she replied:

“You were doing a good job. I was showing my appreciation.”

“You squeezed my head!”

She nodded:

“Yes. And I loved it. So do it again!”

He stared at her. There was a pause as he tried to make up his mind. She spread her legs and grinned.

Then, slowly, he got back there. 

[El_Roy_1999]

If you like women getting so massively muscular they can’t even move anymore and still want more, you might enjoy this one. (It’s in the same vein as The Drug.)

Pop
Amanda gets that amazing special gear that will push her way beyond her limits. She will get huge and she loves it already! Time to pump and get massive!
This first-person erotic fiction contains intense female muscle growth. All sexually active characters are at least 18 years old.

You can get it here: 
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1106369

Here’s a preview: 

This thing sure looks harmless. I mean, it’s just a normal bottle of gear, isn’t it? Sure, I had to push Damian a bit to make him sell it, but … I think he’s being overly dramatic, right? I sure have taken a lot of weird shit, so how bad can it be? Also, so far, sides have been pretty gentle on me. Seriously, get a good look at this girl!
5’10”, 170 pounds, nice muscles, pretty ripped … I got it all! The judges just love the blond hair, the blue eyes, the Nordic beauty … I’m not gonna say it out loud, but even after three years of gear and regular cycles, I still got it. 
Amanda, you’re one sexy beast. 
There’s just one thing that’s been bothering me. I’ve been working out hard for five years now and lately, I’ve been on a plateau. A long plateau. I look at all the other girls on the net, and sure, they morph their shit, but they’re still getting bigger, and quite a few of them are bigger than me!
Not everywhere, mind. My legs, my glutes, my chest … That’s all awesome. But I’d need a little more pop on the arms. Also, the abs … And the back. 
This little thing will help me. 
Fuck Damian and his constant fears. Poor guy needs to man up! Sometimes, I think that all the boys in the biz are just weaklings and cowards. You can’t just always play it safe, right? You gotta take risks, go beyond what’s normal and … damn, I’m a female bodybuilder. Normal doesn’t apply to people like me. I’m a freak and I gotta own it. I’m not going to back down now and never win a championship, just because my arms are too puny!
Seriously. Seventeen inches is cute, but it ain’t enough anymore. 

Alright. Let’s get everything ready. I got the syringe, the vial, the swabs, the protein condensate, the painkillers, the uppers … Nice. This is going to be great. And here’s the best bit: My brand-new cute outfit!
Isn’t it gorgeous? Faux leather look, black and stretchy, and my favorite brand, Skullbunny! I love that little dead gym bunny! I’m gonna get myself a plushie of that when I win my first competition. My first real one, not that community college crap. 
Let’s get going, then. 
There. Syringe’s ready. Right into the thigh … Fff … aaand … it’s in! 
Wow. 
Wooow. 
Woooooow. 
Fuck. 
Fuuuck. 
That shit … fuck … it fucking burns!
Aaah … Ow. 
Gotta massage it a bit, maybe it spreads faster. 
Oof. Okay. It’s getting better, I guess. Wow. That stuff better work, seeing as how it feels. Give it a little shake … Yeah. And flex. Bam! I gotta admit, I love those quads. Can’t wait to get them bigger too!
Alright. Then let’s get going!

I kinda like the gym at night. When I started, I always went in the morning or in the afternoon, and it was always so full! That was really annoying. I felt really awkward when I grunted while pumping. And I hated the looks. The men who thought I was some kind of pervert for really building my muscles, and the women for being annoying bitches. The meatheads were okay, of course, but they’re such incredible nerds too. I’m just glad I ran into Damian! This guy is definitely the worst geek of them all, but he’s also kind, and nice, and freaky. He just wants me to get big and win those shows. 
I think he might be into me, but I’ve suggested we go out together, and he just blushed and went away. I dunno. Maybe he’s just into being a nice guy? It’s tough. 
Anyway, the cool thing is that at night, I have the place mostly on my own. Sometimes the cleaning lady shows up, but mostly I can do whatever I want. 
One last check, and then it’s pumping time!
Damn … 
I mean, I’m really fine. A little small yet, but the overall look is just great. I’m a fucking Valkyrie! For my next show, I gotta get me some Viking designs for my suit. I wonder if a faux-fur edge would be okay? 
I could just get one anyway, right?
Anyway, it’s time. Let’s down that protein, and then, it’s time for squats. If that stuff is really that potent, I gotta do a full-body workout!

Alright. Squats! Gotta get that ass into gear! Literally. Anyway, usually, I take 200 pounds for reps. Let’s try 220 to push myself, right?
Oof. Nice. 
And let’s do this …
One … two … three … four … fuck yeah … that feels nice … 
Eight … nine … ten … I like that burn … 
Twelve … thirteen … fourteen … and … fifteen! 
Awesome. That went well. Let’s take a look at those thighs. Hm. Is it just me, or do they look bigger already? That can’t be, right?
Hm. Let’s rest. 
Okay. Enough with the doing nothing. I’m gonna add twenty more pounds. Let’s make those muscles burn!
Four … five … yes … yesss … Wow. I can feel it now. This is … wow. 
Nine … ten … eeeleven … tweeelve … ow … whoa … thirteen … Oof. Oof … Fuck … What’s going on?
Jeez … fourteen … fifteen … 
Damn. That was … that was hard. Fuck. I guess that was pushing it, right? I mean … Hey! Will you look at that? Is it just me, or did those thighs really get bigger? I mean … Look at those hams. Gotta give them a good slap. 
Bang! 
Shake ‘em! Alright. That stuff kicks ass! 
I can’t believe it. I mean, I went a little over my usual, but I’m already packing on the pounds! If that stuff keeps on working like that, I’ll be a heavyweight in no time. 
Okay. So I’m going to need a lot more protein. Happily, I still got my stash … 

Phew. That was a lot. My stomach is literally gurgling now. But hey, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. Also, that training hasn’t just boosted my legs. The butt obviously too, but the back also looks bigger. This stuff is a dream. I wish I had this back when I started!
Now it’s time to do the third round of squats! Maybe I’ll just go all-out and put on some real weight? 300 pounds. That’s crazy, I know, but with results like these, I’d be stupid not to, right?
Ffffuck … That’s hard. Ow. 
Okay. Okay. Okayokayokay. I’m going to die. Seriously. This is too much. Focus, Amanda, you can do this. Think of the mass. Think of the muscles. Think of you being a fucking beast. Yeah. Get those legs into gear!
One. 
Ow. 
Two. 
Fuck. 
Three. 
Holy …
Four …
Damn. 
Five … 
Aaargh. 
Six …
Yeah. 
Seven … 
Jeez. What’s happening? My legs. They’re growing. Shit. I can’t believe it. Come on, girl, do it. Get on with it. I can fucking see them grow!
Eight …
Nine …
Ten …
Eleven … 
This is crazy! My fucking thighs are getting bigger as I watch. This looks so sick … I’m a fucking mutant. Whoa. This is kinda gross. 
Twelve. 
Thirteen. 
More! Yes. 
Fourteen. 
Fifteen!
Damn!
Oof. That was incredible. I mean … Wow. I can’t see my knees anymore. Let’s flex those quads. Holy crap. This … I … wow. Wow. I gotta get myself a tape measure, stat!

That thing was hard to find. I should be more careful with my stuff. Also, walking is weird with legs like these. I mean, I was literally waddling along just so those thighs don’t chafe. That’s pretty sick. 
Let’s get them measured. Normally, I got 24 inches. And now … 
Fuck. 
Fuuck. 
Thirty. Thirty inches. How does that even work? I mean, that’s six inches in no time. Damian, you’re a crazy son of a bitch, but that stuff is gold! And look how ripped this is! I can literally see every line! I mean, I can see the blood pump in my vein there. Is that even normal? 
The thing is, I should really fix the rest of my body now. I’m looking like … I don’t know, a track biker? I need to even out the top, right?
Let’s maybe do some lat pulldowns? Just to make sure I don’t fold up? But first, more protein!

 

[El_Roy_1999]

A story about second chances and grief … and muscles!

Reincarnation
Ethel’s daughter has been in a coma since her accident. Her strong body couldn’t protect her, leaving her mother devastated. Now Ethel sees a chance to honor her daughter’s dreams by following in her footsteps as a bodybuilder …
This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth, breast expansion and age regression. All sexually active characters are at least 18 years old.

Get it here: 
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1110105

And a sample for you!

The machines’ soft purr barely filled the silence. Ethel had finished talking and had just listened to her daughter’s forced breath. The doctors had insisted that this special vacuum jacket would maintain the functions of her lung longer. Just sticking a tube down her throat and pressing the air into her was apparently a sure way of killing her. Like this, Emily looked as if she were just sleeping. It was a comfortable lie, though. Ever since the accident, she was like this, a shell of her former happiness. Ethel was at her side every day, for hours on time. She had reduced her duties as the CEO of Weiss & Quinn as much as possible. Normally, she would have wanted Emily to succeed her. 

She sighed. 

No. Actually, she would have preferred Gregory to do this. He was the one who wanted it the most, but the Most High, in his unknowable wisdom, had decided to take him. At least, it had been a quick death. The cancer had taken barely two months to kill him. 

Her older daughter, Susan, would maybe have been willing to take over her duties, but … It was not to be. If only Ethel had known. Suzy had always been good at hiding her feelings. She had also been good at hiding her addiction. It was bitter irony that the heiress of a pharmaceutical powerhouse such as Weiss & Quinn would die from an overdose of unlicensed drugs. 

Ethel produced a bitter snort at the thought. If Suzy had just told her, her scientists would have produced a safe, controllable alternative for her. No one would have been the wiser. But that wasn’t what she wanted. Susan had detested Ethel’s controlled way of thinking and her strict approach to problems. She had been a free spirit, a poet’s spirit. They had never managed to talk to each other. Jake, her husband, had been better at this. Despite being an accountant, he was interested in the arts, in fantasy and imagination. 

She missed him so much … 

Where did she go wrong? Was this a punishment? Was this a test? And if it was, what for? What could be found out from this cruel game?

After Susan had died, she had slowed down her business duties as much as possible. She had focused on Emily, keeping her close. She had struggled not to suffocate her, instead trying to support her. Emily had found a kind, harmless man, Tom, who tolerated her strange ideas and her strictness. He was a teacher and probably used to complicated people. 

Emily had been complicated, alright. After a difficult youth, while struggling with anorexia, she had moved on to bodybuilding. With her husband’s support and her mother’s money, she had soon managed to compete and, of course, to win. She had been the contender for the middleweight world championship. 

It was not to be. While running to the gym, she was mowed down by an inattentive driver. Despite the paramedics’ quick reaction, she had ended up in a coma, and had been declared braindead a year ago. Ethel knew she should probably let her go. There was nothing she could do. But the mere thought hurt too much. 

At least, there were no orphans to care for. Ethel would have loved to have grandchildren, but imagining them losing their mother like that … She felt she was drowning in her sadness again. 

Tom came in. 

“Are you alright, Ethel?”

She had no tears left, but she still felt as if the world was collapsing all over again. 

“No … But I’ll have to carry on, won’t I?”

He took her hand. 

“Come. Let’s take a walk.”

Ethel said goodbye to her daughter, giving her a little peck on her warm cheek. Then she straightened a bit and started walking with him. The years were hard on her, but the burden of her collapsing life was even heavier. Just as they left the room and the nurse came back in to check on Emily, her phone vibrated. 

She sighed: 

“Sorry, Tom, it’s business again.”

“It’s no problem.”

Sometimes, she just wanted to let it all go. 

“Thank you.” She picked up the call. “Yes, Weiss speaking?”

“Mrs. Weiss, this is Barnard from Mergers and Acquisitions. Good news. The Kuragawa deal is through. Congratulations!”

“Ah … Wonderful. Thank you for the call. I’ll look into it as soon as I’m back at the office. Give my thanks to the staff and order some decent lunch for them.”

“Right away, ma’am.”

“Oh, and Barnard: This time, all the staff.”

She heard his sigh over the phone. 

“Yes, ma’am. Of course.”

“Don’t forget. Everyone has to play their part.” They said goodbye and she turned to Tom: 

“I don’t think he’ll ever learn it. You know, I’m afraid that if I stop taking care of the company … Men like him will ruin it too. And then everything I’ve lived for will be dead and gone. I couldn’t bear it.” He didn’t know what to say. 

 

Soon after, Ethel found herself back at her office. A group of young, well-studied people had assembled around her, drinking champagne and patting themselves on the back. She waited until the party had died down, then said: 

“Very well. Mister Nakayama …” The manager smiled gently. “Now that we’ve bought out your company and you have kept your job, what extra projects did you have that we didn’t find out about?”

The man’s smile froze. Weiss & Quinn was well-known in the industry for having excellent sources on their competition. Was this a show of force?

“Well, ma’am, you probably know about Telganine?”

“Yes. We have reverse engineered the sample you lost and I think it will work very well in combination with Mirinedone.”

“Ah. You’re every bit as magnificent as I heard.”

“Anything else? We could take your research department and just fold it into ours.”

“Of course. But there’s one thing you might have missed.”

“Impress me.”

“While the preparations for the takeover were running, we set up our new anti-aging division. It’s actually constructed to be as independent as possible and I think we managed to dodge your agents there.”

She grinned. The pain and melancholy were gone. She was back in the game and she loved it!

“My accountants had been wondering where the money went. Tell me more!”

“I think it would be easiest to just let the scientists speak for themselves.”

Ethel gave him an admiring look. Well played, Mister Nakayama. 

 

As if on cue, a trio of scientists filed into the room while a technician prepared a projector. The researchers, two women and a man, seemed to be terribly nervous. Ethel just let them set up, doing her best not to frighten them. She wanted to hear what they had to say, not intimidate them. 

At last, one of the women and the man, apparently a couple started their show. 

“Mrs. Weiss, thank you for this opportunity. We think that our concept could be a breakthrough in the field of anti-aging and it could well be absolutely revolutionary for your company. Of course, there’s still a lot to do and the risks are considerable …”

The woman elbowed her partner in the side. He was confused for a moment, then seemed to remember something. 

“What I mean to say is that this is a great chance for you and your, our company.”

The woman took over: 

“We have developed an experimental treatment using a combination of genetically altered hormones, human spinal fluid, eggs, sperm, and primava renata bosworthii …”

The man cut in: 

“That’s a rare plant from the jungles of Indonesia. Its common name is … It doesn’t really have an English one. The locals call it kembang kelairan maneh. I’m probably mispronouncing it. It’s mildly toxic in its unrefined form, but it’s mostly used to treat stillborn animals …”

The other scientist sighed, rubbed the root of her nose and said: 

“Anyway. We can prove that this treatment slows aging in mammals and it might even reverse it.

Primary tests suggest that it should work quickly and efficiently.”

“It does have some side-effects, but I think we should be able to iron those out.”, the man added. “I mean, we’re talking about an increased sex drive, unorthodox obsessions, hallucinations, intense anger, dreams, vivid dreams even, acne, liver failure, heart failure, kidney failure, weight gain, allergic reactions, muscle growth, blindness, insanity and of course …”

The woman groaned: 

“For God’s sake, please, Emir, stop. Don’t unsell our work. Please.”

He fell silent and blushed. 

“Err. Death. Yeah. But it’ll probably be safe.”

Ethel leaned back on her chair. 

“It slows aging.”

They both nodded. The woman scientist added: 

“It stops it. And we’ve seen reversals too, although mostly in models.”

“Hm. Alright. I’m in. Let’s fund this.” Then she turned to the managers. “Could you give us a moment, please?”

They left quickly, one of them took the bottle of champagne. Then Ethel turned to the three researchers and said: 

“I’ll pay for everything, but I want to be a test subject.”

The trio exchanged glances. 

Emir sighed: 

“Well, ma’am, I’m not sure of how to put it … but I’m not sure this is even possible.”

“Why not?”

“The thing is … the treatment requires hormones, eggs or sperm, as well as spinal fluids from a genetically compatible young person. It’s less of a youth treatment, and more of a transfusion, actually. We may be able to eventually synthesize these from the patient’s own cells, but for now … Also, in your case, we would also need sperm … But I think we might be able to get that …”

The woman scowled at him and groaned again. He made a calming gesture with his hands.  “I think we should be able to find a donation. That’s not complicated. The rest … I don’t see how …” Ethel suddenly had a grim smile. 

“I think I might have a solution. I’ll have to talk to someone, and there’ll be negotiations, but I tend to be rather convincing.” She nodded: “Very well. Thank you for your time, I’ll contact you as soon as I have the required source. Meanwhile, consider your project to be fully funded. Any progress you make is welcome!”

As the scientists left, Ethel steeled herself. She’d have to talk to Tom and it would be difficult. 

 

“No. Never. How could you even think that I would agree to something like this?”

The young man shook his head again to underline his stance. Ethel sighed. She had expected this. 

“Before, Tom, I saw it your way too. She is my daughter after all. But over the last months, I have lost hope. I can’t imagine she’ll ever recover. You know I have already spent a fortune on treating her. Not only just keeping her body alive, but also to maybe bring her back. None of them worked. And here we are, being offered an option neither of us would ever have thought about.”

“It’s so absurd only a crazy person would even have considered it.”

“Is it? In the end, it’s not that different from just donating her organs.”

“But in that case, it’s you who gets the benefits!”

“Yes, but that’s not my plan.”

“It isn’t? Then tell me what you’re up to. I deserve to know!”

He was getting downright hostile now. Ethel was careful to stay in control. She understood what he was going through and she knew she had to be careful. She didn’t want to manipulate him, but to convince him. They were on the same side. Losing her temper was the worst thing she could do now. 

“The thing is … I have lost everyone. You’re literally the only person left in my life. My husband is dead, my children are dead …” He wanted to interrupt her, but she raised a hand to cut him off. “… No, I know what I’m saying. She is dead. She isn’t coming back. And even if she were to somehow recover her consciousness, do you really think it would be the same as before? The life she would lead is not much more of a life than what she is going through now.” He looked grim. “The doctors were clear: her brain is mostly destroyed, she couldn’t even eat on her own. I wouldn’t bear to watch this. No. Better to finish it.” 

She took a deep breath: 

“But here’s the thing. I know that you always wanted to have children with her. I also know that she couldn’t bear it after what she saw that happened to Greg and Suzy. My point is: I would want to try it once more. I have suffered enough. So here’s my offer. I go through the treatment. If it works, and I pray it does, I will have children with you. Your children. My daughter’s children. I don’t need this wealth, I don’t need any power or even any respect from anyone. I have lived my life, and now, I just want to make it work. This is the only thing that counts. To have children in this world and to make sure they are happy and grow old. Parents shouldn’t outlive their kids …”

She was on the verge of crying, but she forced herself back into her usual calm. 

Tom was vacillating. The whole idea was gross, horrific even. It was completely unnatural and deeply unsettling. Then again … 

Ethel sensed that he was going to give in. She suddenly came very close to him. 

“There’s another thing …” He seemed confused and somewhat afraid. She continued: “Emily talked to me about a lot of things. We were very close, of course we were. We were the only ones left. So … she told me about your desires. I don’t judge. I never would, and I have to admit that Emily’s bodybuilding was the better idea than her anorexia. It helped her, but she knew that you loved it.”

Tom blushed. This was still a weak point of his, a thing he found hard to admit. In most situations, he would say that he supported his wife, of course he did, but in public, he tended to act as if it was a spleen she enjoyed. Not that he liked it in any way. Certainly not that he had a deep fetish for her muscles. 

This was one of the many reasons why he didn’t look for any new partner after her accident. No one he knew could come even close to her and besides, he found it hard to admit it all to himself. 

Emily had known, of course. 

His mother-in-law set a hand on his shoulder. 

“The thing is, I would be with you. I don’t plan this to be just a sperm donation and being done with it. If we have children, they would need a mother. And if this treatment makes me young again, I should be her. If you want … I would become as strong as her. Maybe even more. I will be the woman you always craved and I would be with you … It’s your choice.”

Tom hesitated. He had a hard time keeping himself under control with this. Finally, he whispered: 

“I will have to think about it for a night, but I’ll tell you my decision tomorrow.”

Ethel nodded. She knew she had him convinced already. 

The next day, the expected call came. 

“Do it. Send me any paperwork you need and I’ll sign it.”

“Thank you, Tom. Together, we are going to make this right. One thing, though. I will need your sperm for the treatment. The scientists will get you a special treatment that should help you maximize production …”

“I don’t think I will need that.”

“Tom, I am not taking any chances with my daughter’s fate. This is not the moment for pride. Do it, and it will work.”

He agreed reluctantly. 

 

That night, Ethel slept well for the first time in years. After so many nights spent dealing with her regret, she had a pleasant dream at last. 

She was in a place she didn’t recognize at first. The first thing she noticed was the floor, which was covered with some hard, rubbery substance. Then she heard some strange sounds from the background. Clanks and grunts, dings of metal and some detached music which she could barely make out filled the air. There was a strange smell to it all, sweaty, intense and not entirely unpleasant. Light filtered in through large windows and was reflected on tall mirrors. Shadowy figures were moving through the background, their heavy bodies swaying from the load of their muscles. 

Ethel looked around and suddenly saw her daughter approach her. She was as young and strong as she had been the day of the accident. Her entire body was wrapped in hard, defined muscle. She was built like a Greek goddess, clad in a golden leotard that showed off more than it covered. Her large, fake breasts which the most exclusive specialist Ethel had found for her had constructed, protruded from her massive chest. She was sweaty, glowing from the effort of her workout. Her long brown hair was tied into a tall bun and her strong jaw jutted at her, suggesting determination and the use of certain supplements … Ethel had been quite taken aback when she learned that her daughter used all kinds of chemicals to give her an edge, but once she understood that this was the standard of the game, she had asked her pharmacists to develop a regime of drugs that would at least have very reduced side-effects. 

The strong younger woman smiled at her, her white teeth glinting. 

“Mom! So nice to see you. I’m glad to have you here.”

Ethel embraced her, her skin getting all sweaty from the touch. 

“Easy now, mom … What’s wrong?”

“I … I’m sorry. It’s … this is a dream, right?”

“It should be. Otherwise, this is really strange, don’t you think?”

The old woman smiled gently. Whatever was happening now, she was not going to waste any moment. She leaned back a little and looked at her wonderful, amazonian daughter. She was truly beautiful, and Ethel had forgotten just how impressive Emily had been. 

“I still can’t believe just how enormous you were. After all those troubles with your anorexia …”

The young woman sighed: 

“I have to admit, I thought that would kill me. To die because of such a stupid accident …”

“I did everything I could, you know that.”

“Mom, I know. You supported me when I got out of starving myself, and I know that you’re keeping me alive even now. But … I’m gone.”

“But …”

“I died. It’s okay. It’s only natural. It was a bit early …” Emily showed that self-depreciating grin she sometimes had. “… but as they say, shit happens. The big question is, what do we do now?”

“You know what I am up to?”

“Mom, this is a dream. I am not really here. This is just you trying to figure this out in your subconscious.”

Ethel’s eyes narrowed: 

“Why is my subconscious so snarky? What did you do to her?”

“Maybe there’s more to you in me than you ever thought? Maybe you wanted to snark and always held back?”

Ethel didn’t know what to say. She blushed a bit. Then Emily said: 

“But as far as I’m concerned, I’m okay with it. The moment has come to face the facts, and if I can in some way still help you and Tom, then it’s fine by me.”

The old woman nodded slowly. Her eyes lost themselves on Emily’s body. 

“Since we’re being all open and honest right now, I have to confess that I always wondered what it felt like to be so strong.”

Her daughter cocked her head: 

“Well, no time like the present! Why don’t you cop a feel?”

Ethel lifted her hands, but Emily grasped them before the old woman could touch her muscles. To the mother’s surprise, she started to become translucent, fluid, even blurry. It was as if the dream was losing its focus. There was a sensation of intense warmth in Ethel’s skin, causing her to tense. 

She was confused by her daughter’s fading into … her. 

In this strange dream, Emily’s body seemed to slip into her mother’s body, flowing into her, around her, covering her, filling her up, becoming a part of her. 

Ethel watched in confusion as her body swelled and grew, muscles rising under her skin like volcanic islands growing under a stormy sea. She felt a searing heat inside her, her ancient, weak musculature tightening, growing, hardening. She shivered as the flow of strength intensified. Her collapsed, immobile spine was pulled apart by a burst of power that felt as if lifting her up, straightening her aging body. 

Her shoulders grew and spread, her silhouette, which she could somehow see from inside herself, became more powerful and confident. Ethel stared at her hands and forearms and was surprised to see them get harder and stronger. The skin on her palms took on a rugged texture and while her hands were still beautiful and well-groomed, they seemed to show a kind of intensity she had never experienced. 

Then she looked down at herself and saw her chest rise. It was as strange an experienced as could be. She felt her pectorals grow and thicken, and then, somehow, she had this otherworldly sensation of having some foreign object swell inside her skin. The old woman stared at her breasts, Emily’s breasts, no, her own now, and their absurd fakeness shocked her. They were huge, heavy and insanely round, looking like some caricature’s. 

And yet, they gave her confidence. She could feel Emily’s taking control of her own body, finally discovering a way to deal with her helplessness. Her daughter had decided to look this way, and she loved it. She loved the assertiveness that seemed to make its way into her mind. 

Looking at herself from the outside, she couldn’t help wondering …

Her face was the same as before, old, wrinkled, exhausted. 

Her body, on the other hand, was a statuesque work of art, a perfect female sculpture, going way beyond anything naturally possible. Looking this way, being like this … Only the full power of human science and technology, and her own indomitable will could make her this strong. 

She shivered with lust as she flexed her newly acquired muscles. Her body was overflowing with strength. She did her best to try out the various poses she had seen her daughter do. Some kind of strange muscle memory took control, and she flexed her abs, tightened her buttocks, let her biceps pop, spread her mighty lats and felt her incredible muscles tense. 

Ethel felt light as a feather and strong as a bull moving with sudden grace and smoothness as she half-danced, half- strutted through her dreamscape. 

She touched her absurdly massive tits, examined her strong hairless body, and explored its every aspect.  

[El_Roy_1999]

Here’s a story for you people who enjoy girls getting dicks and being decidedly un-nice to their brothers. 

The Changing Mood
Helen is annoyed by her brother. He spends all his time having loud sex with his girlfriend and disrespecting her. In her frustration, she goes down to the basement, where their dad has set up his man-cave. She starts working out down there, and things escalate …
This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth, futa, incest and gender-blending. All characters are at least 18 years old.

Get it here!
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1112141

The preview: 

“Oh yes, Nick, oh yes, oh yes, oh yeees!”

Helen rolled her eyes. She looked up from her phone. Even through the music on her headphones, she could hear the slapping, wet noises her brother made with his super-annoying girlfriend. That bimbo was so stupid. And now, they were fucking in the other room. Normally, she didn’t mind Nick. He was okay for an older brother. But since he had met Anastasia, he was a jerk. She had told him several times that she couldn’t stand the noise and the constant, sloppy kissing, the idiot dirty talk and the fucking.

He didn’t care. He had no respect.

“Oh God, Nick, you’re so hot! You’re so fucking hot! I love your body and I love your big, hard dick!”

She groaned. Why was that girl so stupid?

For a moment, Helen thought about just rapping against the wall. Ever since their parents had gone on their grand tour, Nick had acted as if he owned the house. He had graduated and was supposed to look for a job, but instead spent his time hanging out and constantly making a lot of noise. It was bad.

Helen sighed. Okay, maybe it was better not to fight him now. He wouldn’t understand. Maybe she should just look for a quiet place so she could do her own thing. She got up, took her power bank with her and left her room. It was a nice place, bright and girly without too much pink and unicorn stuff. Just classy and comfortable.

First, she thought about trying her parents’ room, but she could still hear them fuck. Better try the basement.

She descended the stairs and found the door to her dad’s “man-cave”. He had set this up a while ago to get some space and clear his head, and also to deal with his midlife crisis. Down here, she would have some quiet. The moment she closed the door, the sound of her brother’s lovemaking faded away.

Wonderful!

 

She looked around. The place was a middle-aged man’s vision of a young man’s place. There was a large couch, a big TV, a fridge, and plenty of memorabilia. Also, there was a rather impressive weight set which had obviously not been used in a while. Helen chuckled. She imagined her dad pumping iron. Hah.

What a weird idea.

She put her phone on the couch and grabbed a dumbbell. Grinning stupidly, she lifted it a few times. The young woman really wondered why men wasted so much time on this. Or rather, they didn’t. They just seemed to fantasize about it! She took another dumbbell and now did alternating curls.

This was actually hard. The weights were difficult to lift after a while. She set them down after fifteen repetitions and looked at her arm. Was there some reaction? She squeezed her upper arm and chuckled again. Nothing.

As nothing as was usual with guys getting such a massive weight set. She really wondered what her father had imagined doing with that thing.

Still, her curiosity was piqued and she took her phone, checking out some workout routines. Then, ironically, she did one of them. It was arm training mostly, but she did her best and really managed to finish it.

As she put the weights back, she felt satisfied. She had probably just done more than her dad had ever done. Maybe she’d try it again the next day …

 

To her surprise, she did. She went down to the basement again and picked another workout routine. Again, nothing fancy. She just followed the explanation on the video, and did her best to do the same. After she finished, she nodded to herself. She’d give it all a try and see where it would lead her.

A week later, she was still at it. On day three, she had been greeted in the morning by the worst kind of muscle soreness and she barely could move her arms, but after clumsily checking on the internet, she understood that this was normal. She did her best to deal with it. In the end, she had just declared the day to be leg day, and continued her workouts.

Now, a week later, she was a little impressed.

Not that anything had changed, but she felt assertive and she was more than a little proud that she had gone through with it. Looking up more fitness information on her phone, Helen decided that she quite liked the look. Those fitness models looked gorgeous! If she followed the advice, she was pretty certain she could get there in no time. The thing was, the diet that was suggested was a tad extreme. She wondered how much work that would be …

In the meantime, she looked at her reflection. After the training, her dark blond hair was a little tussled by the sweat and the effort. She tried to fix it, making things worse. Giggling, she said to herself:

“You’re going to have to use a scrunchy next time …”

Still, she was feeling great. She smiled at herself, her brown eyes sparkling. She was a little pale, but her skin with shiny with sweat. It was an odd combination. Making a face, she lifted her arms as if to flex them.

“Bam! Musclegirl!”

Then she laughed.

“Yeah, right!”

However, she was wondering how that would feel. Being buff was certainly not on her agenda.

 

One more week later, Helen was in the kitchen, preparing her food. Things moved quickly now. She had picked the diet plan that seemed the most useful and was busy chopping vegetables when Anastasia came in.

The girl was almost as tall as Helen, very blond and, she had to admit, amazingly sexy. She had those full, pouty lips which she always made up either in pink or in deep red, and she always wore skimpy outfits. Right now, she was in a crop top that looked more or less like a sports bra, and some ultra-tight yoga pants. Helen was pretty sure the girl wasn’t wearing any underwear. If she was, it was really tiny.

“Hi! Who are you? Are you the cook?”

The bimbo started the conversation just like that before picking a slice of pepper from Helen’s cutting board. The young woman raised an eyebrow.

“No, I’m not. I’m Nick’s sister, Helen.”

The platinum blond girl seemed completely unfazed.

“Ah. Okay. Your brother is hot.”

“Mhm. I keep hearing that.”

The bimbo’s expression changed abruptly.

“Where did you hear that? Who told you that?”

The insecurity and the jealousy flared in Anastasia’s eyes.

Helen continued her chopping:

“You did. You keep saying it.”

The blonde calmed down.

“Ah. Yeah. Cool.” She wanted to take another piece of pepper, but Helen pushed it away with the knife. “Why are you cooking all that stuff? Got a party coming up?”

“No. I’m training, so I gotta eat.”

“Training? You don’t look like you train.”

“That’s why I’m doing it, you know?”

“Uh. Okay. Whatever.”

She tried to get another slice, failed again, and wandered off. Helen rolled her eyes. What a jerk! Though she was nice to look at …

 

A month in, Helen was still pumping iron every day. She worked out for at least two hours down there, stretching, pumping, and making sure her body grew. It started to show already: Her body had firmed up considerably, her arms were tight and hard, her waist was trim and her butt had become more rounded and tough. When she looked at her reflection, she loved what she saw.

When she laid on her bed in her room, with her brother and his fuck-toy finally quiet or just having gone out, she wondered what she really wanted. She smiled at Ms. Lilo, the big fluffy unicorn her dad had won her at a funfair when she was a kid. Where was she really heading? Was she really going to be happy with just being fit?

The thing was, though, her fascination with training had started to shift her expectations. By now, she was in full-on nerd mode, and she did spend a lot of time researching new training routines, thinking about supplementation and figuring out a better diet.

She had ordered a few supplements on the internet, mostly creatine and vitamins, but she wondered whether she should go further.

Then, one day after a particularly hard training session, she went directly to the fridge and opened it for the first time. Maybe there would be some cool water inside.

Instead, she stared at a row of vials and a set of syringes. What was that stuff?

After checking out the labels, she frowned.

Okay, apparently, these were some kind of hormone boosters her dad had acquired to restore his virility and improve his muscle development. He had bought a big package and then not even used it. As far as she could tell from the reviews, it was quite potent for bodybuilders, even female ones, as long as it was used in a small dosage. One unit per week. There were fifty vials in the fridge, enough for a year. That sounded like a thing her dad would do.

She hesitated. Maybe that was something she could use? Just, maybe not right now. She’d take her time and if she really felt like it, she would try it. For now, normal training should be enough!

 

The summer was reaching its end, but it was giving its all to make the transition to the grey and rainy autumn as gentle as possible. It was warm outside and Helen was thinking about maybe moving her training equipment outside. After all, spending all her time holed up in the basement was getting weird.

She packed up the exercise mat and carried it upstairs, trying to find a spot in the garden that would be nice. She could still get the bench and the weights later. For now, it was just about warming up. Stepping through the veranda door, she heard Anastasia’s moans.

“Seriously?”

They were doing it right in the open! She stared at her brother and his girlfriend, who were just there, on the lawn, fucking like animals. Why? How? In which universe was that a good idea? Anastasia was on all fours and he was behind her, hammering at her pussy or her ass, who could tell? Her breasts were flopping back and forth while he was pounding her and he was grunting like a wild animal. Helen shook her head.

She hesitated. Should she say something? Should she actually get out there and tell him off? Should she push that stupid girl over and just slap her?

Helen felt an incredible fury wash over her. How dare they? Why couldn’t they just leave her alone?

She clenched her fists tight. Her knuckles turned white and she was shaking. The young woman had to take several deep breaths to calm down enough to not just charge them.

At last, she managed to recover and picked up the mat which she had dropped along the way. Without a word, she turned around and disappeared back into the basement.

Down there, in her cave, she tossed the mat into a corner, loaded up the bar with twenty pounds and got ready for some bench pressing. She loved that exercise. The tension in her body, the aggression she could unleash, the feeling of power when she really exhausted herself … It all felt right.

Helen tied up her blond hair and gripped the bar.

Time to pump this out of her system!

She counted out her reps, eager to channel her frustration and anger into something productive.

“One … two … three … four … five …”

She grunted, pushing herself on. When she closed her eyes, she could see her idiot brother and his bimbo again, rubbing their knees on the grass and fucking like … fuckers. It was exasperating!

Why couldn’t they just leave her alone?

“Thirteen … fourteen … fifteen …”

She racked the bar and growled. That hadn’t been any challenge at all!

The girl got back up, grabbed two ten-pound-plates and added them to the bar. Then she went back in. Slowly, carefully, really matching the challenge to her strength, she hit the second set. Somehow, this one was better, but it still wasn’t enough. She could still hear their noises in her ears. Why? Why wouldn’t those assholes just stay out of her way?

“Ten … eleven … twelve … thirteen …”

She finished this set too, sat up and glowered at her reflection. Her arms were tight now, the pump having activated her muscles for good. She stared at her face. This was useless. Despite all that training, she was still weak. She was soft. She was still unable to stand up on her hind legs and just shout those horrible people down when they disrespected her.

Helen wiped the sweat from her brow.

She needed some real aggression. One that she could channel and really break down that blockade in herself.

Shaking her head, she got up, grabbed two more plates, slotted them on the bar, locked everything and returned to the bench. By now, her chest was hurting. She didn’t care.

The young woman grabbed the bar and pushed it up. Maybe this time, she didn’t do it in the usual controlled fashion. Instead, it was a snarl, followed by a brutal discharge of power.

“One!”

She lowered the bar back down.

“Two!”

Her muscles twitched.

“Three!”

She counted out the reps, and every word got louder than the previous one. She was destroying this, unloading the humiliation she was feeling.

At the end of the set, her arms were shaking. Her chest was throbbing, her pecs feeling like brutalized coils of meat. She was shiny with sweat, her face was flush.

“Fuck. Fuck!”

She still couldn’t shake that stupid feeling. Grabbing two more plates, she saw the fridge from the corner of her eye. Maybe …

Helen opened it, took one of the vials and said to herself:

“Okay … Maybe this thing will help me.”

She grabbed a syringe, stabbed the vial and pulled up the entire contents. Then she mumbled:

“They all put it in their asses …”

She found a first aid kit and swabbed her buff buttocks with disinfectant, then took a deep breath and stabbed the needle into her muscle. Slowly, she pushed down the plunger. Whatever that stuff really was, it burnt. She scowled, gritting her teeth. When it was all in, she removed the needle, flipped the safety cover over it and swabbed the injection spot again. It was painful. She put a band-aid on it and pulled her pants back on.

“Alright. If this stuff is any good, let’s make it work!”

She got back in position and hit the weights.

Maybe it was psychological, maybe it was really the effect of the chemical, but she felt reinvigorated. Helen went through the set in no time. Somehow, she had recovered the energy she needed, and she could really force herself to fight on.

After one set, she still needed more. She loaded more plates on the bar, continuing the torture.

It went on for an hour.

After that, she was completely exhausted.

The young woman felt as if she had turned to liquid and flopped off the bench, just lying on the floor and waiting for her strength to return.

When that didn’t, she went to bed. She didn’t bother undressing, showering, or even covering herself with a blanket. 

 

[El_Roy_1999]

For those of you who enjoy reading about a superior musclewoman wrestling a bunch of people way beyond her, this is the book you’ve been waiting for! There’s also some muscle growth and quite a bit of action!

Birth of an Angel
Leah is an operative for a special forces unit. After a particularly harrowing operation, she volunteers for a program to turn her into a supersoldier. This is a prequel to “The Exterminating Angel”.
This work of fiction contains female muscle growth and fighting. All characters are at least 18 years old.

It’s available here: 
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1119704

And here’s a preview: 

Leah hit the ground running. She got out of the parachute harness, readied her weapon and dove into cover. So far, everything was going according to plan. Their HALO jump had succeeded and the rest of the team was moving towards her. She flipped on the night vision goggles, taking in the surroundings for a moment. Everything seemed fine. As far as she could tell, their arrival hadn’t been spotted.

The other commandos reached her and gave affirmative signals. All eight members were present and accounted for. She switched off the goggles again. The light of the stars was enough for basic orientation. With a sign, she got them to move. The first team went on point, sneaking swiftly along the rocky outcrops. Second team followed up a moment later. Leah sent the third group on its way and formed the rearguard with Phil.

The unit moved quickly now, approaching the target area. On the mountain before them, the fortress loomed. It was an ancient castle which had been adapted to modern defense necessities, the stone towers stabilized with steel and concrete. As far as their intelligence reports suggested, the place had a large underground bunker system. They would have to get in in some way.

The Brotherhood had kidnapped Renée Wittman, the main security expert of the leading social media company, Earmark. They had offered to force her to give up her knowledge and wanted to sell this to the highest bidder. The intelligence department had been able to figure out their location, and the higher-ups had pretty much immediately decided that just destroying the whole place with Wittman in it was the safer bet. That’s when Leah had offered to bust her out.

They gave her 24 hours.

Of these, twelve had already passed.

Time to make the remaining ones count.

 

After a hard march through the night, they started their ascent. They had managed to evade the Brotherhood’s patrols, even if there had been a few close calls. As far as Leah knew, the defenders were still unaware of their presence.

The team quickly climbed the mountain. All seven men were well-trained, strong and tough. They had been prepared for pretty much anything, could dive well, climb mountains and ride any vehicle known to man. Even in the grey twilight, they progressed quickly.

In this moment, Leah couldn’t help feeling a bit proud. Joining this team had been terribly hard and she had gone through a truly terrifying series of tests. While her sister continued her drifting life, she joined the army, then soon transitioned to special forces before qualifying for the Crimson Demons, the elite assault troop. As the first and only woman in the program, she had to fight hard on all fronts to be accepted, and had finally managed to become the team leader. This was her mission, and it had to work!

The climb turned out to be quite hard. The only entry point that they could hope to use was a large aeration shaft that had been constructed into the sheer cliffside. It was quite large, but it was also at the top of a ninety-foot climb along the featureless, overhanging rockface. No one could climb that without getting noticed. And even if one used some equipment, it would still take forever. Happily, Leah was an expert climber. With a few bouldering championships and a serious shot at the Olympics, she figured she had a chance.

After a grueling ascent, they reached the base of the final spurt. Phil looked up.

“Okay, that’s bad.”

Leah’s second-in-command, Theo, groaned.

“You sure about that?”

She sighed:

“I don’t see any other way. But you boys can help me get a head start.”

Dutifully, the men lined up on the ledge they had reached. It was maybe a yard deep, not much of a place to fool around. Carefully, they formed a human pyramid, with Samir on top. This way, they could maybe make up for twenty feet. Still, the final climb was going to be bad.

Quickly, Leah clambered up her squad and soon ended up on Samir’s shoulders. There, she took a while to check on the surface. Then, she whispered:

“Okay, boys, I’m going up. If things go wrong, get out of here. That’s an order.”

There were regretful nods.

Without another word, she launched herself up. Her fingers dug into the unyielding rock, and she pulled herself up quickly. It was hard to find purchase, but she carefully examined the surface and climbed quickly. Below, the others stayed on guard. Not that there was much they could do in case she fell, but they had to be ready nonetheless.

She continued her ascent, gripping the tiny ledges and dents as tight as she could. This was getting terribly hard. Her arms were completely exhausted already. She struggled on. With every foot she went up, the tension in her muscles increased further. She gritted her teeth. The sweat was pouring from her brow, but she couldn’t wipe it away. Her cap was already soaked and she had to force her eyes open so she could see what she was doing.

Eventually, it became too hard to do that. She worked her way upwards blindly now, focusing on the texture of the rock as she found new holds. Leah had no idea how high she was already, but she knew she had to go on.

She struggled to keep climbing, fighting against herself to prevent her muscles from cramping. Her whole body was hurting now, but she soldiered on. Too much was at stake for her to fail. The men were counting on her.

She forced her eyes open for a quick glance. She was deceptively close already. Maybe ten more feet … Victory was at hand.

Hissing, she pushed herself further, her shoulders burning in pain. Her entire body was seizing up from the strain. She wanted to scream, to just let go. Sure, she would die, but that was better than continuing this torture.

Then she remembered her training.

Again and again, the instructors had prepared her for situations like this. Moments when you lost all control of your surroundings and still had to continue. She took a deep breath and forced the pain away. She clambered up the last feet, finally managing to reach the entrance of the shaft. With a quick, yet clumsy movement, she tied herself to the bars that locked it and just hung there for a while, hoping that some kind of feeling would return to her arms. Below her, in the morning light, she saw her men smile.

Once she had recovered enough, she dropped the line she had carried up and soon, they started their climb.

Up there, cutting the bars was easy. Then the squad slipped inside. Theo asked:

“You okay, Leah? That was some crazy climb.”

“I’ll have to manage. Gonna feel this in the morning.”

He chuckled.

“Definitely. Should I take point?”

“Please. I’m not sure I’ll be as fast as I should be.”

They went in.

 

The plans they had were rather unprecise. They managed to navigate the mazelike place as good as they could, again evading most guards.

As they reached the area where Renée Wittman was expected to be held, they ran into an enemy patrol. Without hesitation, the Demons opened fire. The fight was quick and one-sided, but Leah found it hard to stay focused. She was just too exhausted already. Knowing her limits, she let Theo take command for now. They found the cell and quickly blasted it open. The woman stared at them in panic for a moment, then Phil reassured her and they moved out.

Now things had to go fast. They returned back downstairs, planning to lose any pursuers in the underground and then escape by BASE jumping from the ventilation shaft with the tiny parachutes they had brought along.

Everything worked fine until they were caught by an enemy assault squad. They had dogs with them. The ensuing fight was brutal. The huge canines went right for the throat. In the cramped tunnels under the castle, it was carnage.

Leah found herself pinned under one of the attackers, her arms too slow to fend him off. As the others were slaughtered, the man was unsure what to do next. She used the hesitation and stabbed him with her knife. He screamed, but she held him against her.

Around her, things were crazy. Phil was getting savaged by one of the dogs, while Renée Wittman tried to crawl away. Theo was still shooting, his pistol taking out one enemy fighter after the next, but reinforcements were coming already. Dropping her victim, Leah went for the attack dog, shooting it with her pistol and then stumbling towards their target.

Howling in pain, she grabbed her, loaded her on her shoulders and ran as fast as she could. Phil understood what was happening and covered her retreat. More soldiers showed up. After a moment, they charged, firing their shotguns and submachine guns at the Demons.

Leah ran on, finding the exit. She strapped the shocked woman to her harness, slipped on the parachute and took a running jump.

She fell pulled the ripcord and was now flying away as fast as she could.

She didn’t even take a look back. The mission was a success, but at what cost? She just hoped the others would make it out …

 

“Captain, are you ready?”

Leah groaned. She was still bruised all over. The parachute had carried her away from the base and she had managed to land it close to the pick-up point. She then had to carry the young woman quite some way since she was too stunned to walk. All the time, she had done her best not to think about her squad. She had done what the mission demanded, but she felt horrible. The others, those that survived, understood.

The only thing that counted was getting the target to safety. Anyone would have acted the same. But leaving them behind had broken something in their relationship. They were still comrades, obviously, but not only were their losses brutal, the fact that she had sacrificed them … it didn’t sit too well.

It was really more of a gut feeling.

The moment the chopper had arrived and picked Renée up, Leah wanted to go back, even though she knew it was pointless and dangerous. Also, she had no chance to do anything about it: She couldn’t even hope to get up to the castle.

The chopper crew had to physically force her aboard and one of the medics sedated her when she continued resisting.

Back at the base, she was instantly brought to the operating room. The muscles on her chest were all torn and she had busted quite a few ligaments during the operations. They had to be reattached or otherwise repaired. The operation had left her with a few unsightly scars on her muscular chest. She’d have to get a tattoo there eventually to cover them up …

After this, she had to rest and recover.

And now, it was time to face the music.

“I’m ready, sir.”

She looked at the old man. He was still spry despite being well into his sixties. Back in his prime, he had been a force to be reckoned with, an amazingly brave, some might say reckless, officer, willing to lead his troops into the most dangerous assignments and succeeding. He had only reluctantly agreed to move to his desk job, but had taken the opportunity to form the unit and to train them to his level.

In a way, he was a kind of father figure for Leah, a man she aspired to measure up to.

“Very well.” He sat down next to her on a chair by the bed. “The operation was a success. Sure, the suits and the brass will talk about how the losses were unacceptably high, but in the end, you brought the girl home unhurt. As far as I heard, two of your boys will make it and be reassigned to the unit. Three of them, they’re going to have to either leave or accept a desk job. The other three … I guess their bodies will be recovered once the rubble is cleared. Command decided to blow that castle to smithereens. I wouldn’t have handled it this way, but … I’m old. They don’t listen to me. And they don’t like gas or flame throwers anymore.” He chuckled. In a certain light, the old man could look terrifying. Leah shivered for a moment. He continued: “Anyway, the brass have decided to give you a promotion. You’re a colonel now. The paperwork is still being readied, so don’t celebrate yet. The thing is, they’re probably going to remove you from the unit.”

Leah was shocked:

“Why? We succeeded, didn’t we?”

“That’s correct. Still, the pencil-pushers are unhappy. They somehow expected this to turn into an action movie, with everybody coming out dirty and smudged, but healthy. I guess that’s what happens if you keep promoting people who are good at passing tests but never worked in the field … The thing is, they’re going to rework the unit, or what’s left of it and change its culture and structure. There won’t be much left of it when they’re done. I mean, they’re going to give it to Mac Cullan.”

“Seriously. Mac Cullan? Sir, I’m not going to say out loud what I’m thinking, but if they assign me to this … commander, I fear I’ll have to quit.”

“I thought as much. Here’s a thing, though: I have an offer that might interest you. Something for a brave soldier willing to risk everything.”

“I’m interested, sir.”

[El_Roy_1999]

A story for all those who liked Man Up and The Changing Mood!

Man of the House
Jake is annoyed with his mother. She is old, fat, ugly and weak. His father was a real man! Too bad he left when Jake was a kid. He would have been awesome! After he leaves for college, his mother seems to change …
This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth, futa and gender-blending. All characters are at least 18 years old.

Get the story here!
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1122134

The preview: 

“That’s it? You’re leaving just like that?”

It had taken a while for Taylor to finally lose her temper, but now her son had done it. Jake was surprised by the outburst. Normally, his mother would just sigh and keep her anger inside, but this time, he must have overdone it.

He stared at her. She was her usual shitty self. Taylor was old, at least to Jake’s eyes. She was forty, plump, out of shape, sagging, and badly dressed. While his friends all had mothers, and fathers! who actually cared about themselves, his mother had let herself go. She looked terrible. Tired, her hair matted and already graying, deep bags under her eyes … she was, in his opinion, disgusting.

It was hard for him to look at her like that. He could still remember when his dad had still been around. Back then, everything had been okay. Then he had left, and his mother had kept him around. Yeah. Maybe he could have moved in with dad!

Jake shot back:

“Yeah, obviously, I am. I’m going to college and I’m gonna work hard and be successful. Like dad, no thanks to you!”

If she had been angry before, now she was furious.

“Dad? Are you still thinking about that deadbeat? He walked out on us. He left us both and he never looked back! I had to support you, to feed you! I worked three jobs to put some food on the table. To give you a place to live! To get you to college!”

“Well, maybe dad wouldn’t have left if you hadn’t been so crappy to him?”

Her face turned a deep crimson. For a moment, Jake thought she was going to hit him. Then she snarled:

“He planned to leave me the moment I was pregnant! I begged him to stay. This is why he was there at all! He was a shitty person, a weakling, a sad excuse for a father! He only showed up three times in your life, made a lot of buzz and then just pissed off again! He wouldn’t have been a father to you! If he had wanted that, he could have done it! But he was just a weak, sorry dirtbag!”

Jake took a step back. The sudden explosion had shocked him. His mother followed up on him, her slim shoulders shaking. She stretched herself painfully to her full height and almost shoved her index up his nose.

“You know what? You know what, Jake? I’ve had it with you. I’ve had it with your stupid ideas. I’ve had it with your insults, your looking down on me!”

She was really close now and Jake tried to say something:

“Look, mom, uh … Calm down, please …”

This only sent her over the edge. She squinted at him, her hurt feelings making her shake.

“I’m going to show you, Jake. I’m going to change my life. I’m going to prove to you that this was my hard work and I’m going to get back what I squandered on you! Seriously …” She was breathing heavily. Jake was suddenly afraid she was going to have a heart attack. “Go. Go!”

She pointed at the door and Jake just hurried outside, threw his bags into the waiting car and jumped in. The driver didn’t even much care and gave him a tired look. Jake scowled at him, then looked back at the crappy house he had grown up in.

Whatever.

Sometimes, he wondered what it was like to have a father. A real one. Not some once-in-a-while guy. Or a mother who actually liked him. Well, maybe just getting away for a while would be nice …

 

College turned out to be amazing. Sure, it was stressful and there were tons of things he had to take care of while he settled in, but Jake soon found some good friends, some even from his home town. They spent a lot of time together, going to games, hitting the gym, partying and even … studying!

It was great!

He found himself a surprisingly cushy job at the local chamber of commerce, which was mostly boring, but left him enough time and money to study and spend time with the others. Sure, he couldn’t do much financially, but as long as he was careful, he’d be able to handle this.

Only a few months in did he have the time to think about his fight with his mom. He wanted to call her, maybe talk this out. Or at least, maybe apologize. Yeah. That was hard. After all, he did feel that he was in the right. Then again, now that he thought about it, when he looked at the kind of money he was making and the prices of things he needed … Maybe she was right after all?

He wasn’t sure how to deal with this.

There was some guilt, but he couldn’t afford to lose face, could he?

Maybe he’d apologize if she called him and brought up the subject. That felt like a good compromise …

In the end, that call never came, so, a few weeks before Christmas, he finally managed to video call her. It felt odd to do this after all this time.

She appeared on the screen. As far as he could tell, she was in his old room, which was okay, since this was where the computer stood. She looked … thinner? At least her face. Despite the crappiness of the camera, her skin looked healthier, more vital.

He couldn’t hear the first words she said.

“Mom, your mike isn’t on. The mike …”

She smiled at him, surprised, then fumbled with something on the machine. She was wearing a new t-shirt. There was something printed on it, but Jake couldn’t recognize it.

“… better now?”

“Yes, mom. Yes, I can hear you.”

“Great! Okay. Jake. How is college?”

“It’s great! I’m learning a lot, I’ve got a job on the side, I have plenty of friends … I love it!”

“Good, good … Congratulations! That’s good to hear.”

He had expected her to bring their fight up right away, but she just continued:

“Around here, everything has been busy, but … You know how it is. I’m always working on something …”

“Uh-huh. Yeah. You look good.”

“Thank you! You too, Jake.”

“Yeah, I’ve been going to the gym lately. At least once a week. Feels great, mom. Maybe you should try it?”

Her smile was somewhat enigmatic, but instead of an answer, she asked:

“Sooo … When are you coming home for Christmas? At what time should I pick you up at the bus station?”

Jake swallowed:

“Uh, mom … Look … Would it be okay if I stayed here over Christmas? I have a lot of stuff to do around here and … some friends would take me to their place and …”

“It’s fine. Don’t worry. It’s not that bad for me, you know? During the holidays, the gym’s deserted and I can really kickstart my new program!”

“What?”

There was a beeping sound on Taylor’s side of the conversation. She got up.

“Sorry, Jake, I gotta get this now. Merry Christmas, and I love you!”

And she was gone.

Jake stared at the blank screen. What just happened?

 

The New Year came rolling around. Jake had had some wonderful holidays. First, he had spent Christmas at Daniel’s place, and his parents had been super-welcoming. They had even gotten him a gift! He was more than a little surprised by this and felt a little embarrassed, but Daniel’s dad had just said that it was no problem. After all, college life could be hard.

Still, getting him a watch was way over the top.

“A man needs a good watch.”, Daniel’s father told him. “This is a good model, it will last a lifetime or two with good care. If you have a son, give it to him once he is of age.”

Daniel had thought about his own father and sighed. In a way, his mother was right, wasn’t she? He hadn’t even called …

New Year’s Eve was even better. They all ended up partying with a fellow sorority and things got pretty wild. Good wild. He called Olivia, one of the girls, afterwards and they went for some coffee together, had a couple of walks, went to the cinema together … It could become a relationship, couldn’t it?

However, two months into the new year, Jake got a message from Harry, a friend from school who had immediately found a job at the local garage. Harry was a big hunk of a guy, though still nerdy enough to be comfortable around. Anyway, Harry wrote:

“Hey, Jake, guess what?”

“What’s up? How have you been doing?”

“Fine, fine. Things are busy as always. People keep their cars longer now, so we got way more work. But that’s not why I’m writing.”

“What do you mean?”

“Dude, I’m at the gym with your mom!”

“Yeah? So?”

“Dude, she’s crushing it! She’s a fucking beast now! Dude!”

“What?”

“Dude … I don’t know what’s going on, but … damn.”

“Harry, I don’t get you. What are you talking about?”

“Wait, I’ll send you a pic.”

There was a pause, then Jake received a picture. It was pretty blurry, since it was obviously taken discreetly over a mirror, but it showed a big, muscly dude in a tanktop and sweatpants, doing deadlifts. The guy had his long hair tied up in a kind of man-bun and he was blasting his muscles hard.

“Harry, that’s some dude. What kind of a stupid joke is that supposed to be?”

“No, seriously, Jake, that’s your mom!”

“Yeah, right. Fuck you, Harry.”

“Fuck you too, Jake. Don’t believe me if you want. Don’t forget to come over to the garage when you’re around, we gotta hang out together, I gotta talk to you. I’m gonna marry Christina and you’ll have to be my best man.”

“Congratulations! Thank you for trusting me. I’ll be around before summer and we’ll talk in person.”

“Cool. Stay sharp.”

“You too.”

“Bye. And it’s still your mom!”

“Whatever.”

[El_Roy_1999]

Something a little crazier! 

Time is on Our Side
Marv is exhausted. His project just succeeded and his team managed to send a guinea pig to the past and get it back! At the same time, his girlfriend is breaking up with him. If things had been different, that would have worked out. Guess who has a time machine?
This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth, breast expansion and time travel. All characters are at least 18 years old.

It’s strange and weird and I really tried to make it consistent. 

Get it here: 
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1124782

The preview: 

The thrumming of the machines was filling the air. Indicators were blinking, needles on gauges were shaking and dancing, and the readouts on the screens were racing by. The backup printer, an ancient, but honorable dot matrix printer cranked out the status of the various devices. Sriram snipped his fingers at Marvin.

“Hey, Marv, you still there?”

Marvin shook out of his sudden stupor. Despite the promising situation, he was feeling exhausted and frustrated. They had worked on the project for months, no, years, and it was looking as if it would be a success, and still, he felt depressed.

“Sorry. Sorry, I was … Yeah. Anyway. What … Okay.”

He walked over to the controls and said:

“I’m alright. Everything is … fine. Let’s get this party started.”

He took the guinea pig from its cage, caressed it carefully and whispered:

“Everything is going to be fine, Geronimo.”

The guinea pig seemed relaxed. He set it into the box and nodded at Sriram.

“Looks good. We can give it a try.”

“Alright. Coordinates are set. System is ready. Target control is prepared.”

Marvin looked at the second, smaller box next to the first. If the button ended up being pressed, it was a proof the process worked.

Sriram counted down:

“Five, four, three, two and … Go!”

The machines crackled and buzzed. There was a strange vibration going through the room, something that felt like a wave rearranging the organs of all people who were present. The other lab techs, who were tucked away on the gallery, safe from any strange effects, looked down carefully.

Then everything stopped.

The lights flickered and went out for a second, before coming back online. The printer started printing again and there was a brief moment of confusion. Someone asked:

“Did it work?”

Marvin walked over to the bigger box and opened the lid. Geronimo looked at him. He took the guinea pig out, examined it and said:

“It looks fine.”

Sriram was getting a little twitchy.

“Yeah, no problem. But did it work?”

“Check it, please.”

The other lab technicians crowded around them. Sriram examined the seals.

“They look untouched. Let’s open it, shall we?”

Everybody held their breaths as he broke the seals. He lifted the lid. Inside, there was a button. It had been pressed and was now glowing red. The gate that connected the small box to the big one was closed.

“Wow. Wow! Fuck yeah!”

“Did it work?”

“Is it okay?”

“I can’t see!”

“What is going on?”

“Are we lucky?”

“Success?”

“It worked!”

“It fucking worked!”

“Yes! Fucking yes!”

“Holy moly …”

“Geronimo! You’re my hero!”

The crowd of scientists was cheering. People embraced, kissed, screamed happily … Geronimo was getting his share of caresses until he only wanted back into his cage.

Someone went to get the champagne.

Sriram took Marvin aside:

“Hey, you don’t look happy at all … What’s up with you? You were okay yesterday, back when they threatened to cut our funding unless we produced a success. Now we’ve got it and you look down.”

The head scientist, a man in his late twenties, a bit of a prodigy, took off his glasses and sighed:

“It’s Lara. She broke up with me.”

“Shit. Why?”

“She said I wasn’t into her anymore. I never had any time for her lately …”

“I thought she understood? I mean, she was literally in the same room when Francis told you about the new deadlines.”

Marvin groaned:

“Yeah … I think she understood that. That was okay with her. She was willing to wait, I guess. But then … Look, I’d been under a lot of stress.”

“We all were. Seriously, everyone here wondered how you even managed to have a relationship next to this chaos.”

“Hm. I’m not even sure I still had one. Anyway, we talked and I probably said a couple of things that were kinda stupid.”

Sriram grumbled.

“Man, Marvin, you need to get your shit together when you talk to women. You just keep …”

He was cut off by someone entering the room.

 

It was Ada. She worked at the biotech department down the hall and somehow seemed to have an innate sense of detecting parties. Also, she was a short, plumpish, raven-haired girl with big glasses and even bigger boobs that just enjoyed being around the physicists.

“What’s the big commotion, boys?”

Everybody tried to explain it at once, but she just cut through the noise, got herself some champagne in a mug that looked like a Ferengi head and asked Marvin and Sriram:

“I know you tried to explain it to me once, but what did you actually do?”

Sriram looked at Marvin, trying to figure out whether his colleague was actually willing to talk. Marvin downed his cup of champagne (a mug that said “Great, now I don’t know where I am!”) and groaned. Sriram shrugged and said:

“Okay, so basically, we built a time machine.”

Marvin growled:

“It’s not a time machine! It just rearranges the past!”

“It’s a time machine, really. We had Geronimo, that’s the guinea pig, travel to the past and push a button in a sealed box we haven’t opened in half a year. He pushed the button, got back in the transport box and got back to our time.”

“Seriously? That’s amazing! Does it only work on guinea pigs?”

“Hard to say. It was our first real test with a mammal. We sent some ants and they did make a couple of footprints in the target box, but that wasn’t all that conclusive …”

“Sooo … could you kill Hitler?”

Sriram shrugged:

“Not with this setup, anyway. The thing is, the planet is constantly moving. It’s also spinning pretty fast. And there’s a lot of complications with the actual positions. We can move something back in time, but we have to move the stuff that’s in the position of where it is supposed to have been out of the way.”

Ada blinked:

“Supposed to have been?”

“If we move Geronimo into a place in the past and there’s something there, they’re going to collide. Air is pretty tough, solid things … are deadly. What I’m saying is, there’s a lot of computing required to make this work. So unless you can get Hitler into this room half a year ago, it’s not going to work.”

“Mhm. Not an option, then?”

“Nope. Also, changing the past is dangerous. Even with Geronimo just pressing a button in a bland box …”

Marvin elbowed in, took the bottle and emptied it into his own cup.

“Fuck this!”

He grabbed another bottle and stumbled off.

Ada asked Sriram:

“What’s with him? Shouldn’t he be happy?”

“Lara broke up with him. He’s taking it pretty badly.”

The young woman sighed:

“That’s bad. I probably shouldn’t annoy him right now, but please, look after him.”

Sriram nodded vaguely. Right now, he wanted to celebrate!

 

Marvin sat in the archive room and stared at the wall. Actually, he was staring at some shelves full of files, simply because there was no free wall space in the room. It was crammed to the brim with papers, boxes of printouts and random stuff that had just been deposited here over the years. It was difficult to clean the place out, simply because a lot of the devices (if they actually were something functional) had long since lost their creators and no one could tell for sure what they actually were and what they were for.

By now, the young man was pretty drunk. The bottle he had picked up later on was now mostly empty too, with only a thin layer of alcohol remaining. The rest of the gang had cleared out to the pizza joint next door, probably to eat some cheap food and even cheaper wine.

The whole complex was now very, very silent. There was still an occasional beep or the hum of some machine, but there were no human noises anymore.

Marvin groaned.

He had fucked this up. It was obvious. He shouldn’t have said what he said.

Maybe the next thing he should invent was a machine to stuff your words back into your mouth. That thing would sell billions! Everybody needed that. Nobel prize, here I come!

It was so dumb.

Their relationship had been strained, fine. A lot of relationships got strained by the daily grind. Especially if one of the partners was working on the biggest thing in his life. The most important work he probably would ever do! A device that would change the world!

No wonder she couldn’t understand.

Lara was cute, she was bright, she was funny, she was able to relax. She could understand that his stuff was complicated. She couldn’t understand what it really was about or how it worked, but then, few people could. Maybe Sriram. And even with him, Marvin felt … dubious.

That was the thing, wasn’t it?

Some people had wide talents, others had focused ones. Lara had an ear for music, she could paint, she could draw, she could explain complicated things in simple terms (though she usually got some of the finer points wrong, but that was not what this was about). She knew something about everything and she could use the tools she had in unexpected ways. Next to her, Marvin was a clumsy dumbass. There was one thing he could do, and this was the only thing he really cared about. When his mom had asked him to fix her computer because he was a scientist, he had just tried to turn it off and on again, and when that didn’t work, he called Lara.

She got the thing running in no time.

Obviously, he could unravel the mysteries of space and time, but fix a computer? Bah.

He dripped the last remains of the champagne into his cup.

Bah.

Bah!

It was so stupid.

If he just had kept his mouth shut …

Lara had asked him to come to the gym with her and her friend. What was her name? Rose. Rose, yeah. Now that girl was amazing. She was even taller than Lara and she had abs! And muscular arms. Not really muscular muscular, but buff! And she still had nice breasts. That girl was a bombshell! Just the way he liked women.

Of course, Rose would never be into losers like him. Also, she was at the gym all the time.

The problem was that when Lara had asked him to join them, he had said:

“That’s a good idea. You should definitely get more fit. Your body looks so small. And your breasts too.”

Now that was a case for the “shove your words back in your mouth”-machine.

The strange thing about this was that he wasn’t absolutely sure she maybe would like to be buffer. After all, she did try to go to the gym regularly again and again, and she seemed to admire Rose.

Maybe he should just have put it differently …

Nah. If she had been buffer all along, and bustier too, this all wouldn’t have happened, right? Then he wouldn’t have said this stupid thing and … they would still be together.

They would be able to celebrate now and he wouldn’t be sitting in that stupid archive room, looking at that weirdo bottle some idiot had left here. He just had to figure out how to make her buff, right?

Marvin got up, his head swimming. He stumbled over to the shelves, opened a box, looked inside, declared “nope”, opened the next one, and the next one and … 

 

[El_Roy_1999]

Something a little different, but cute!

The Angel’s Kiss
Let’s get a little romantic! Leah’s muscles tend to make the men hesitate. When another date fails to materialize, she just ends up talking to another guy at the bar, and … it’s the right one?
This is a sequel to “The Angel of Battle”.
This work of fiction contains female muscle and fighting. All characters are at least 18 years old.

Get it here: 
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1127559

Here’s the preview: 

“Hey, you look disappointed.”

Frank smiled at the big woman at the bar. She had just checked her phone the third time in a row. He had to admit that he had been a little shocked when he saw her first, simply because she was so massive. He had never seen anyone like her. Her muscles were big enough to put any male bodybuilder to shame and seriously, her shoulders were each as big as her head …

She had obviously tried to dress this all down a bit, but with a body like that, it was doomed to fail. The turtleneck looked painted on her chest, and it really wasn’t all that flattering on her bullneck. She had short, dynamically styled hair and make-up that suggested that she really wanted to meet her guy. Or her girl for that matter.

She looked at him with a sigh:

“Yeah. Dating apps are hell.”

“Date set you up?”

“I guess. He should have been here half an hour ago. I mean … it’s not as if I didn’t tell him, right?”

“Tell him what?”

“That I’m big. I really try to tell people right away. The first few times, they were so shocked, they almost passed out. Okay, one of them did.”

Frank chuckled.

“I guess that’s a problem.”

“You wouldn’t believe it. I caught the guy in my arms, and that really crushed his masculinity. He was furious. But I couldn’t just let him drop to the floor, could I?”

“Nah, that would have been a bad start for a date. But I get the problem.”

“Yes. Now I tell them as soon as things get more ‘serious’. I even show them pictures of what to expect. I’m really transparent about this, you know?”

“It’s hard to hide anyway.”

“That’s what I’m saying. I’m really super-super-clear on that. And still, the moment they come in and see my back … ‘Oh, sorry, I just got a call from my mom, I … I gotta go.’ And those are the nice ones. The assholes just turn around and disappear.”

“That sucks.”

“Yeah. I mean, in my line of work, it’s just a thing to be built like this. They wouldn’t roll their eyes at a fashion model for being thin.”

“Or at a psychiatrist for asking ‘why do you think this is like that?’”

She chuckled:

“Uh-huh. Professional deformation.”

“That’s what it’s called?”

“It is. Every job has it. You can tell it from the hands, the eyes, the way someone talks.”

“Okay, Sherlock Holmes, what’s my job?”

“You’ll have to show me your hands.”

He grinned and held them out. She took them, ran her strong fingers over his and checked out his wrists.

“Hmm … You work at a computer.”

“Okay, that’s not much of a discovery, everybody does.”

“Sure, but you do a lot of typing … It’s those knobs on your hands.”

“Okay …”

“I’d say you’re a programmer.”

He nodded slowly.

“Wow. That’s correct. How did you guess?”

“I didn’t guess. I deduced. Elementary, my dear …”

“Frank.”

“Elementary, my dear Frank. I’m Leah.”

“Brilliant, Leah! But seriously, how did you know, just from my hands?”

“Okay, I cheated. It’s the t-shirt.”

Frank looked down at his shirt. Yeah. He did wear the binary code/gang signs shirt his friends had given him for his birthday. And he had his Tux pendant on.

He burst into laughter. She looked at him, a little intimidated and blushing.

As he recovered, he said:

“That was amazing! I think I have to buy you a drink now.”

“Hey, you don’t have to.”

“Nah. This has officially evolved into a date, so we gotta drink.”

He made a sign to the barkeeper and soon, they had a glass of Bailey’s and one of whisky standing in front of them.

As they both took a sip, Frank asked:

“Okay, so now that you deduced what I do for a living, let me give you a try!”

“Sure, no stress. Want to see my hands too?”

“If you would be so kind …”

She grinned and held them out. He touched her fingers and turned her hands around, examining them carefully.

“Hmm …” He echoed her sound and caressed her palms, then the back of her hands. “I’d say you work outside a lot, and you’re not one of these fitness models …”

She smiled.

“You’re not wrong …”

He mused a bit as he closed her hand around his.

“You got these little scars, so … you don’t strike me as a lumberjack.”

“But I’m okay.”

He chuckled.

“Do you wear panties and a bra?”

“Want to find out?”

They grinned at each other, feeling dorky.

 

In the end, Frank didn’t find out what Leah’s job was. Not immediately. He did find out about the underwear, though. For the occasion, she had picked her best set, a red satin bra that was custom made to fit her wide and heavy pecs and a thong that disappeared between her uber-glutes. Frank was surprised by the look at first, but he warmed to it instantly.

Leah was a tad confused by the young man’s reaction. She had had a few dates with fetishists and it had always been super-awkward. Those guys were able to immediately ignore her in favor of her massive body and remain solely focused on her muscles. They wouldn’t even be able to tell what the color of her hair was.

With Frank, it was different. He was willing to try and explore. He marveled at her muscles and her control over them. They reached her place after a short ride on the taxi, then stumbled inside and ended up in bed immediately. Leah helped him out of his shirt with a quick and rather destructive pull, then he rolled up the turtleneck, slowly lifting the curtain on her mind-blowing physique.

“Wow. Okay … That is a lot.”

She was a little nervous. Would he immediately run away? To her relief, he added:

“Come on! Show me more!”

He stared at her abs as they came into view, whistling in admiration.

“Those must have taken a lot of crunches …”

“They basically took all of them.”

“They definitely look that way. May I touch them?”

“Hey, this is what we came here for.”

With an excited grin, he set his finger against one block of muscle. He pushed against it, but his finger bent before her ab even dented.

“Wow …”

With a tiny, controlled flex, she pushed his fingertip further away.

“Wow!”

This gave him a moment of pause. Then he traced the lines between them. She let him, enjoying his attention.

“I never thought anybody could get this buff …”

“It was a lot of work! What do you think? Do you like it?”

“I dunno … It’s … impressive. I guess I do.”

“That’s great.” She sighed in relief. “I think I’m going to keep you.”

“Keep me?”

Instead of an answer, she flexed her abs and caught his fingertip between them. He stared as the packs of muscle tensed around him and held him.

“Holy … That’s incredible. I never knew anybody could do that!”

She grinned:

“I practiced.”

“I don’t think anybody ever tried that.”

“Uh … I was bored?”

“You must have the most tedious job ever.”

“It can be, yes …”

She mused about the details for a while when he asked:

“Could you let me go again?”

“Oh. Oops. Sure!”

She released his fingertip and he laughed:

“Wow. You’ve got amazing control.”

She nodded and rolled her abs, retracting them before blowing them out and pulling them back in again. Frank just stared at her. She bit her lip:

“Impressed?”

“Impressed.”

 

[El_Roy_1999]

A new story for the lovers of women discovering their masculine side and being okay with that!

Wingman
Marceline feels bad for her son. His dates never pan out and he is constantly frustrated. What the young man needs, is a wingman! But who could do that? What if she tried to be at his side …
This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth, futa, gender-blending and incest. All characters are at least 18 years old.

Read it here: 
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1130770

The preview: 
Marceline woke up late at night. She heard the door of the house open, some grumbling and a frustrated kicking-off of shoes. She sighed. So it was another failure … She felt terrible for Evan. He was such a nice boy, and not bad looking either. He had something of his father to him, and as far as she was concerned, that was a big plus.

He had curly auburn hair, and since he got that job as a gardener, he had developed a light tan that fit him perfectly. She thought about it. It wasn’t logical. He was nice, acceptably good looking, rather bright and he had a job! What more could a girl ask for?

And yet, again and again, his dates ended in disaster. She heard him sneak up the stairs after showering. She was pretty certain she had heard him crying in the bath, but she wasn’t supposed to hear that. Then she heard him get into his room and toss and turn in his bed.

It was frustrating, and now, she couldn’t sleep either.

What was going wrong?

She couldn’t just show up on one of his dates and spy on him, could she? That was stupid and not okay in any way.

She pondered the question as she heard him mumble.

They had grown apart as he had turned from a scruffy teenager into a young man. Without his father as guidance, the poor kid had really struggled to find a good male role model. But what could she do? She did her best to help him, but ever since Brian died, she didn’t find the heart to start a new relationship.

She did date for a while, but when she saw just how badly Evan took her rapid successes, she stopped doing this. Now she preferred casual get-togethers if she really needed to be with someone. Besides, most guys weren’t men enough next to Brian.

Suddenly, she had a stupid idea. What if she spent some more time with Evan? Just to get to know him and maybe understand the problem? And once she did that, maybe she could help him? Maybe it was obvious, just something he couldn’t understand from his perspective?

She hoped this would help. She’d ask him in the morning!

 

The next day came and Marceline got to work in the kitchen to prepare a nice, long breakfast. After all, she wanted to talk to Evan.

He did show up after a bit, looking as if he slept badly. He grumbled:

“Morning, Mom … What’s with all the food?”

“It’s Sunday and I thought we could have a good breakfast before you start your day.”

“Cool! Thank you.”

She smiled and set down the orange juice for him, then slipped some eggs and strips of bacon on his plate. Marceline had tied her long brown hair into a bun and was otherwise still in her sweatpants and t-shirt, with an apron on top to protect it.

Once she had her own breakfast ready, she sat down and they ate in silence.

After the eggs and bacon, she cut up some fruit and placed the pieces on a plate in their middle, just like when he was a kid. He grinned:

“Wow … That takes me back.”

“It was nice. I probably shouldn’t have stopped, huh?”

“Nah, it’s cool. Thank you, Mom.”

She smiled and asked:

“So, what are you up to today?”

“Weeell … After yesterday’s disaster, I’m just going to pop over to the gym and maybe meet some friends after that. Hang out a bit. I probably won’t be out too long, I’m still tired from yesterday.”

“I can understand …” She thought for a bit. “How about I join you at the gym? Just for today. I think I could lose a few pounds.”

He hesitated. The idea of going to the gym with his mother felt … odd.

Then again, it wasn’t as if he was going to do much other than training anyway.

“Okay! We can try.”

“You’ll have to show me how it works.”

“I’ll do my best.”

Evan stuffed another piece of apple into his mouth and got up:

“I’ll get my stuff and we can go.”

 

Two hours later, Marceline was surprisingly happy. She had just gotten out of the shower after the workout, and it had felt nice. The shower, obviously, but also the training. They hadn’t talked much, since Evan had insisted to do all the exercises and that had pretty much stopped the conversation, but she did feel a certain familiarity to him now. Maybe it was just because she was tired.

She looked at her reflection.

Okay, so she definitely was overweight. Her boobs were hanging down on her chest, her belly had created a kind of flap that hung down to her crotch and … okay, she was terribly out of shape. Especially next to those fitness girls that spent their time posing and snapping pictures on their phones. But she had taken a first step, and she had enjoyed it.

Once she was dressed again, she got out and waited for Evan.

He came out a moment later and smiled at her. Despite his initial hesitations, he had enjoyed this.

“Mom, how do you feel?”

“Good! A little warm, maybe.”

“That’s to be expected. But you’ll see: In a few days, you’re going to be very sore.”

“Why? That doesn’t sound nice.”

“You’ve used a lot of muscles you haven’t used in years. They’re going to react to this.”

“Oh … I hope it won’t be too bad.”

“It will. But I’ll help you.”

And thus, they got into talking again.

 

The soreness did come, and it was bad. Marceline ended up being barely able to move. In that moment, she was really happy she could work from home. The accounting was mostly a matter of concentrating, so she got through it easily, even though she hurt all over. Evan was very helpful that day, getting her around the house and cooking and cleaning for her.

However, after this was over, she decided to try it again. She had enjoyed this, and it was a good way of spending time with her son.

The second time, it was better. Her body seemed to adjust quickly, and Evan didn’t seem to mind her tagging along. Even more, he appreciated her interest, and it ended with them going to the gym together three days a week.

Over time, they got into talking. On the one hand, they were both taking interest in this, so obviously, they started nerding around on fitness stuff. Marceline would watch videos on social media and read blog posts and then talk about new findings, while Evan talked to all kinds of other guys at the gym to get more pointers. That was the one thing.

The other thing was that Evan was really opening up to his mom. They had lived parallel lives over the last few years, and now, as they spent more time together, he started talking about himself and his feelings. Sure, it was difficult at first, and Marceline could tell that he was holding back on all levels, but then, things got better.

She found herself as helpless as before, though.

As far as she could tell, Evan was a charming, mostly intelligent young man who might just be a little on the nerdy side. He was not necessarily someone who’d be rushed by hordes of young women, but his awful track record was … surprising.

She tried to get him to talk about his dates in more detail, but it was a bit difficult to do this without pushing him too much.

In the end, she just stuck to more casual conversation.

A few months of training in, Marceline noticed some impressive changes. The first thing was obvious: She had lost a lot of weight, simply from changing her diet and sticking to regular exercise. Thanks to a rather intense skincare schedule, she managed to deal with the worst bits of flappy skin and stretch marks, but in the end, just being down to her pre-Evan weight in so little time was very nice for her. The other thing was that all this training had really improved her feeling of her own body. She stood straighter now, she walked with a kind of spring in her step, and she had a lot of energy. It was just marvelous!

If she had known it would feel like that, she’d have started years ago!

The other thing was that Evan was changing too. Of course, one part was his job, which involved a lot of physical labor, but the regular training seemed to kickstart his body and soon, he went from okay to pretty fit, even athletic. He wasn’t a bodybuilder or anything, but he was getting quite hunky.

By now, it was easy for him to get dates.

Very easy.

The girls seemed to give him interested looks as he walked by and again and again, some lady at the gym would float by to check him out.

It should have worked.

It didn’t.

Sure, by now he would occasionally bring girls home and Marceline would hear them fool around for a bit, but somehow, none of these panned out into a kind of relationship or even some kind of pleasure.

She was at her wits’ end. Marceline now really wanted to know what he was doing wrong. She couldn’t just come with him to his dates, right? Having a guy as a wingman was one thing, but bringing his mother? No way. 

 

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