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Took me some time to get a new story ready, but this one is nice! If you like soul stealing and body swapping, if you enjoy old women taking over strong young girls, this one should fit your bill! The Old Soul’s ConfessionThis is a continuation of Old Soul, Young Flesh. (Available here: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/997743) Mrs. Kane has taken her victim’s body, but somehow, the girl is still there, changing her, and struggling with her. How will they deal with the old woman’s crime?This work of erotic fiction contains female muscle growth (FMG), breast expansion and body switching. All characters are over 18 years old. Get it here: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1139279   And the preview:  I stretch my back. It feels wonderful. Every day is a gift … Two years ago, I became her, Michelle Choe. When I look at our, no, my reflection, I sometimes still see her. It’s strange. I should be seeing myself. The young woman I am now. And yet, occasionally, I see her. Someone different. A person I am not. I shake my head to clear my mind. I can’t say I shouldn’t be proud of myself. I might have acquired Michelle’s body in … strange ways, but I have taken perfect care of it. My body is a work of art. An elegant sculpture, strong, its muscles heavy, yet tight and elegant. There is no plumpness to it, none of the clumsy, cartoonish misshapenness some other bodybuilders may have. It is sleek, sharp and hard, like a perfectly cut gem. When I go down to the gym, it’s not to “train”!Ha!It’s to worship. I hold mass thrice a day now. Once in the morning, once in the afternoon, and once at night. A physique like mine doesn’t just happen! It’s a constant way of improving oneself, of finding and destroying all those tiny imperfections. I use the internet a little now, Theo has picked a phone for me. I’m still a little clumsy, but I get better every day. I did see a picture with a muscleman on it, and it said: “Getting fit is easy, staying fit is hard.”This is my motto. I gave it one of those votes. Reaching this level was rather simple. Now I need to build on it. I sometimes pick other women to train. Only those that are worthy, of course. I don’t need to be a simple personal trainer. That is absolutely unnecessary. Maybe one could say I am a sponsor? In every way, I’d think. If I take an athlete under my wings, she has everything she needs. I take care of the nutrition, the training schedule, the supplementation and the medical support. Oh, and the posing, of course. I had a few trainees already, and each one was a raging success on the bodybuilding stages of the world. I think the judges now understand that anyone who carries my seal of approval is championship material and that definitely counts for something … Theo sometimes sounds unhappy with me being in charge of everything, but then again, he loves the amenities I offer. Sure, he finished his studies and now works at some private school, but the money he’s earning there isn’t going far. After all, he has become very accustomed to the kind of casual luxury I offer. I must admit … It turns me on when he tries to assert some kind of dominance in our relationship. It’s so funny! When he’s there, talking about his money and his authority and how people admire him … It must be wonderful to be so confident over so little!I did at least get him to join me during training. He only manages one session a day, he claims that’s because of his work schedule. If it helps him to tell himself that, it’s fine by me. The training does work. He has become a little more muscular, his waist is nice and trim and he looks … acceptable. Of course, next to a perfectionist such as me, he is alright at best. Still, making love with him is good. He did have to start taking a drug one of my doctors suggested to improve his sperm production. At first, he left me barely satisfied, and that is not enough for me. Now, when I tease him, he has difficulties restraining himself. That’s how I enjoy my men … Right now, I am preparing for my third Western Open competition, and it’s going to be incredible. With all the work I’ve been putting in, it won’t be much of a challenge. My preparations are mostly completed, I just have to do the last bit of cutting, then up on stage and show the world that I can easily dominate a heavier weight class all the same. I know that bodybuilding isn’t much of a spectator sport these days, if it ever was, but I’m not doing this for the applause or the cheers. I do this for two reasons: I love to perfect my body, and I adore the expression of the competition when they see that they are outmatched. This is the sweetest moment of it all. Their jaws drop, they’re stunned and they forget what they were up to. Aaah … Just thinking about it turns me on. Victory celebrations are going to be amazing! First, I’m going to have my victory cheat meal: Something wonderful from the old country. I have found a tiny restaurant and they do all the great food from back home, using the truly ancient recipes … I don’t know how they do it, but it really takes me back. This is a strange thing. I probably should be enjoying that Korean stuff more, after all, I am Michelle Choe, but … it’s fine, I guess. But just having some wonderful dumplings, simmering in oil, sweet with sugar … Ah! At my age, you tend to forget the bad times, and you recover the beauty of your childhood. I’m so glad Theo still doesn’t understand what happened, and that he also is easily deceived. He definitely has found his role in our relationship!I think I will marry him. There will be a prenup, of course. I don’t think he will ever tire of me, but should he dare … I want to be able to get rid of him quickly. For now, he will be wonderful. I have yet to get a dress tailored, but I have found a splendid couturière who will provide me with a wonderful white dress. I have seen her work, and I think she almost understands the power that my body brought me. Maybe I should get her to train with me, get a feeling for the energy? I don’t want it to look too martial, or too dollish. I’m sure she will come up with some fantastic, classic design … I had the dream again. Dream? Better call it the nightmare it is!I hate it. It happened before, and it was gruesome. I couldn’t move after waking up. I was just so terrified from it. I can’t see how I can get rid of it. It’s now four in the morning, and I am awake. Is should be sleeping. I have the competition in the evening, I should be fit and rested and my mind should be clear. Instead, I am lying in the dark on my bed, and I can’t stop panicking. I want to call for help, I want to wake someone to hold me, to tell me it isn’t true, but the words don’t come out. I am lying here, I can’t even grip the blanket with my hands. Is it the hunger? Is it the thirst? Is it the training? Is it stage fright?No. It’s worse. It’s some kind of curse on me. She is so close. That old woman I used to be. She is still there. She could be lying in the bed next to me and I couldn’t see her, simply because I can’t turn my head. She could speak any moment and I would hear her voice … no … my voice. That horrible, ancient voice. She would take this body from me and leave me in that carcass … To feel it all rotting, the gums receding, the teeth falling out, the weakness and pain … Oh lord … This is bad. To hear that rasping breath, the hard, immobile fingers, the creaking joints, the thousands of aches and pains and the numbness that turns into agony … And I see my wonderful, beautiful body get up without me, leaving me to die. It turns and grins, it flexes and shows off its power, wiggles its hard ass and displays its perfect definition, and I sag and fall apart. I can’t even dare close my eyes. It’ll be back again. I need help. I need someone to tell me it isn’t happening! I … “Theo.”No response. Did I really say it? Could he hear my voice?“Theo!”This time, it was almost a scream. He grumbles and groans. Slowly, he wakes up. I can feel him move. I wish I could look over to him. “Michelle? What is going on? It’s … I don’t know … early?”I shiver. My body is sweaty and cold at the same time. “Theo, hold me. Please. Please …”He turns around to face me and hugs me. His arms fit around my back with difficulty and it’s all very clumsy in the darkness, but it helps. I sob. “Oh, Theo … Theo … I … I was so afraid!”“It’s okay. It’s alright … It was just a nightmare. I’m here.”He caresses me, and I feel my body again. It’s mine. I’m me. I’m still in control.I can see his eyes glint in the darkness, and a terrifying loneliness washes over me. I need him now …I cuddle my strong body against him. It’s strange how he can be so warm. I can feel his hands on my back, holding me tighter. I breathe deeply, slowly calming down. He makes soothing noises and I feel better. The nightmare is still there, but it’s already starting to fade. The closer he holds me, the better it feels. I need to get rid of this fear. Despite him being so sleepy, I can feel his cock stir. Ah … Now that might be a possibility. My hand slips along his body, then to his crotch. He is getting harder already. I kiss him. At this time of the night, he is rather prickly, but that’s okay. He mumbles: “Don’t you want to go back to sleep?”“Would you?”“Hm … Not right away.”“Exactly. Me neither.”I play around with his cock, and soon, he is hard. I grin in the darkness, then extricate myself from his embrace. Carefully, I get on top of him. I can tell that the weight of my muscular body excites him. It always does. I might still have those strange and terrifying dreams, but I can be certain I picked the right body to be with him. His hands go to my breasts. He likes them a lot. I can understand. I do too. They’re so full and round … They’re marvelous! They’re exactly the way breasts should be … I feel his grip now. “Yesss …”This is nice and intense. He plays with them for a bit while I rub myself against his rod. I can feel the tension of my dream fade away. Instead, there’s a new, better feeling rising with me. Tense, yes, but in a wonderful way. I moan as I slip him inside me. I hold him, slowly gliding down his cock. This is good … It always is. He is big, but not too big … I tighten myself, squeezing it a little harder than I should. He gasps. I’m not going to lie: I have trained my muscles down there hard ever since I got this body. At least half an hour a day! I know that might sound strange, but … it’s worth it. Anyone will tell you. I hold him, squeeze him, relax a bit, then grip him again. His hands are now on my haunches, and I gyrate slowly. He’s starting to match my rhythm. Good … I’m in charge. This is how it’s meant to be. Theo is a fine young man, but ultimately, he is a gentle soul, not fit to rule or decide. He’s best with me. I lean forward now, my nipples brushing against his chest. I ride him hard, my pussy all filled up with his cock. My hamstrings slap against his thighs. I gasp. My mind is clouding, all the stupid thoughts and fears fade away … Eventually, we are done. He falls asleep quickly, but I can’t. I toss and turn for a while, then I get up. There’s no point in lying around, wasting my time. Better start the day like this. I slip out of the bedroom without waking the maids. There’s no point. Let them sleep!Back in the day, I needed them a lot. Nowadays, I keep them around just for the cooking and cleaning. They make my life easier, but I could get rid of them. Sometimes, I think I should. Take responsibility for my whole life. Then again, they served me well and faithfully when I depended on them. It wouldn’t be honorable to drop them the moment I didn’t need them. Besides, what if it all breaks down again? I wouldn’t even know how that would work, but the thought scares me!I’ll have to talk to the witch. She’ll know what this is all about and how to fix it!Meanwhile, better get pumping. Just some light exercise to occupy my mind. After all, I still have the contest later today. It’d be a shame if all that work had been for nothing.  The voice booms over the auditorium. I am backstage with the other competitors. We’re all dolled up, the fake tan glistening. My makeup is on point, my posing suit is a sparkling monstrosity. It’s really uncomfortable, constantly trying to get up my butt. I’d love to just do these competitions in the nude! At that point, it wouldn’t mean much, and after all, these suits don’t conceal much anyway. I glance over to Patricia. She’s old. She’s doing her best to smile. Hah. She’s at least fifty now, though she keeps lying about her age. If she only knew …She’d give an arm and a leg to look like me! That would also fix her symmetry troubles. The others too! Angie? She’s cute, but she’s never really managed to put on some quality mass. They’re all nice and everything, but in the end, they don’t get it. Look at this new girl, Britney. Just getting big implants won’t win you the contest, dear! You still have to know how to pose. At least Patricia used to be a stripper! She knows how to move. You, Britney, are just clumsy. Time to get my trophy. “Ladies and gentlemen, a round of applause for our competitors!”We all file back out on stage. I must admit, this is the part I hate most. This stupid moment between doing my show and getting the reward. I despise it, even though I win. “This year, our competitors really outdid themselves. The judges agree that it was very difficult to pick the winners and they hope that it will only spur everybody on to outdo themselves next year!”Yadda, yadda.“And now, on third place, Michelle Choe!”What.What?WHAT?!They can’t be serious? Third place? Me? How? Why? Okay, I was a little tired and lacked a bit on the definition, and maybe I did look a bit stressed, but … Smile. Smile graciously. Take the stupid trophy. I hate it already. Smile more. A little bow, another smile. Give the people a little wave. Kissie. Wave. Smile. I hate this. Quick. Just finish this stupid ceremony and … Wow. At least I’m backstage again. “Theo! Get my coat, we’re leaving.”“Don’t you want to clean up?”“No, we’re going now. I can’t deal with this right now.”Look at that smug look. Look at the bitch. I hate her. Fuck Patricia. Madame Smug. So you won. Big deal. Don’t you dare kiss me. “Sorry, gotta go.”“But we wanted to celebrate! I even have some panini.”Panini? Seriously?“I just … congratulations. You did great. Amazing work. The best you could given what you got.”I smile at her. She doesn’t get it. Time to be gone.  The drive home was horrible. Theo tried to cheer me up. He’s so clumsy when it comes to this. “Hey, you can still win next time! Besides, you were the best in my opinion. Also, you had a bad day. That just happens. It’s not your fault!”I’m glad we’re back home. The first thing I did was have a bath. I scrubbed all the fake tan off, then got in the tub, just to soak. One of the maids brought me some ice cream. They understand. I know I shouldn’t, but sometimes, I have to. While sitting in the tub and letting all the stupid things flow off me, I wonder how everything could go wrong like this. I’ll really have to talk to that witch. Her magic is screwing with me. I can’t have this. Once I am done with my bath, I get out dry myself and slip into my robe. I walk down to the salon, where Theo is waiting. He’s on his phone. I don’t get those young people, always looking for some distraction. At least, he looks up the moment I come down the stairs. Ah. Those stairs were a great investment back in the day, nothing better than some massive beast of marble and cast iron to frame a goddess like me descending from the heavens! I chuckle. Then I finish my descent, display my physique as I drop the robe from my shoulders. My upper body glints in the light like a flower growing through the snow. I tense my chest, making my tits quake and spreading my torso. Now this is a sight for sore eyes. I stride closer to him, the energy of my steps making my calves bulge. With a seductive smile, I drop the robe, turn around and hit a back pose that blows him away. My back muscles spread, my waist stays as thin as ever. This taper is eye-watering. Another grin over my shoulder, then I tighten my back and switch to a side triceps. The pose doubles the girth of my arm. Double biceps next. Theo is salivating now. Of course he is. Why couldn’t I do this before? I lean back, bunch up my abs, suck them in, push them out, let them dance like a wave, cock my hips this way, then the other, shimmy … Bam! Blast my thighs, let them swell and grow … and … most muscular. He’s rock-hard again. That’s nice. He’s rubbing his cock already. Ah … I love it when he can’t stop himself. “Go on! Rub it! I’m the best. I’m your queen! I should have won!”“You should, yes! You were amazing! You have it all! You’re young, you pose like a goddess, you’re feminine … You’re wonderful!”“This is all nice and cute, but I need more!”“Michelle, you’re strong, you outdo them all. They’re all just sad excuses for bodybuilders, but you’re a true athlete! Your arms, your legs … your symmetry … They all just stumble on stage when they think they’re ready, but you, you go all in!”“Yes. Yes! More!”“You built this body from being all tiny and cute, and now, you’re an amazon! They should love you the way I do. They should adore you! But you know what? They’re all just jealous! You’ve outshined them all again and again … They want to be you!”I purr happily, then let my muscles swell some more. “You’re so ripped and powerful … How could they let you lose?”I am very close to him now. I see my reflection in the mirror in the background. He is right. How could someone like this lose? The ageless Asian face, the elegant bobbed haircut, the smile? Isn’t that what they’re looking for? A cute, model-like face on a body like a muscle goddess?I get on my knees in front of him. I cross my arms under my breasts and flex everything. My muscles and tits are fighting for space and he shoots his load all over me. Yesss … After this, he looks spent, but I need more. I need to get this all out of my system. I climb on top of him now, my heavy, hard body bearing down on him. There isn’t much he can do. I might not be taller than him, but I certainly outweigh him, even in the dry competition state I am in. He groans: “No … I … I’ve had enough … for today … I’m just …”I frown. This is not something I am used to hearing. “I don’t care … I need you now and I want this.”“I just … I think I’m spent … and tired … and …”I just kiss him to shut him up. He can’t resist the lure and I hold to him, my tongue in his mouth, my lips on his. I release him for a moment, and I feel his cock stir, but it seems weak and lost down there. I won’t have it. I reach over to my handbag while I keep grinding him, tightening the pressure of my thighs on his weak and helpless body. He is both mesmerized and exhausted. He wants to, but he can’t …I break out the pill from its blister with one hand, put it on my tongue as he sighs, then kiss him again, forcing it more or less gently into his mouth. He stares at me, swallows it, then wants to say something, but by then, it’s already working. His cock hardens as I continue my movement and the poor guy grows and thickens under me. He stares at me: “What was that?”“Oh, just a little something I recently found … It should help you last …”He groans: “Oh God … This feels so intense … It’s … oooh …” He starts to twitch, he salivates, he looks at me with an expression of absolute devotion. I love this. I take him inside, he is hard and thick and it feels wonderful … I hold him, feel the veins and little bumps and lines on his cock. Why am I so sensitive down there? Why does it have to feel so wonderful? I ride him hard now, my thighs all pumped and ready. My body is a machine, a perfect icon of sex and I love it …I hold him tight, squeeze him until he calms down, though his face looks as if he is going to go crazy with lust, then I start again, rubbing, suckling, fondling his cock with my pussy … I love this … I never, never would have thought I could feel this way!He cums. He cums again. This pill is amazing. He is filling me up with his sperm … I feel so full, it’s running out on all sides and still, I get him to shoot his load one more time. Whenever he feels as if he’s going to fold, I give him a show of my hard, perfectly sculpted muscles, and he’s back up, ready again. It’s a wonderful experience and I want it to go on forever. By now, he must be raw and exhausted, but I don’t care. My own body is way beyond its limits too, the diet, the bad sleep, the competition, the fury, it’s all too much, I chafe, but I want this out of me. I want to be free of the bad dreams, the being sorry …I go on, my mind breaking apart from the strain. I force him to cum again, he is drooling, his eyes are unfocused, I am aching all over, my muscles are so pumped I can feel the tension all over, I am sweaty, tired, brutalized, way beyond anything I have ever experienced, and then, finally I cum. I produce a long, drawn-out squeal. It’s not a pretty sound. It’s some kind of primordial noise. A symbol of all the shit I’ve gone through which I am now expelling from myself. My eyes glaze over, my face is a smile, unfocused, confused, but finally sated.  

[El_Roy_1999]

Took me some time to get a new story ready, but this one is nice! If you like soul stealing and body swapping, if you enjoy old women taking over strong young girls, this one should fit your bill!

The Old Soul’s Confession
This is a continuation of Old Soul, Young Flesh. (Available here: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/997743) Mrs. Kane has taken her victim’s body, but somehow, the girl is still there, changing her, and struggling with her. How will they deal with the old woman’s crime?
This work of erotic fiction contains female muscle growth (FMG), breast expansion and body switching. All characters are over 18 years old.

Get it here: 
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1139279

And the preview: 

I stretch my back. It feels wonderful. Every day is a gift … 
Two years ago, I became her, Michelle Choe. When I look at our, no, my reflection, I sometimes still see her. It’s strange. I should be seeing myself. The young woman I am now. And yet, occasionally, I see her. Someone different. A person I am not. 
I shake my head to clear my mind. 
I can’t say I shouldn’t be proud of myself. I might have acquired Michelle’s body in … strange ways, but I have taken perfect care of it. My body is a work of art. An elegant sculpture, strong, its muscles heavy, yet tight and elegant. There is no plumpness to it, none of the clumsy, cartoonish misshapenness some other bodybuilders may have. It is sleek, sharp and hard, like a perfectly cut gem. When I go down to the gym, it’s not to “train”!
Ha!
It’s to worship. 
I hold mass thrice a day now. Once in the morning, once in the afternoon, and once at night. A physique like mine doesn’t just happen! It’s a constant way of improving oneself, of finding and destroying all those tiny imperfections. I use the internet a little now, Theo has picked a phone for me. I’m still a little clumsy, but I get better every day. I did see a picture with a muscleman on it, and it said: 
“Getting fit is easy, staying fit is hard.”
This is my motto. I gave it one of those votes. 
Reaching this level was rather simple. Now I need to build on it. 
I sometimes pick other women to train. Only those that are worthy, of course. I don’t need to be a simple personal trainer. That is absolutely unnecessary. Maybe one could say I am a sponsor? In every way, I’d think. 
If I take an athlete under my wings, she has everything she needs. I take care of the nutrition, the training schedule, the supplementation and the medical support. Oh, and the posing, of course. I had a few trainees already, and each one was a raging success on the bodybuilding stages of the world. I think the judges now understand that anyone who carries my seal of approval is championship material and that definitely counts for something … 
Theo sometimes sounds unhappy with me being in charge of everything, but then again, he loves the amenities I offer. Sure, he finished his studies and now works at some private school, but the money he’s earning there isn’t going far. After all, he has become very accustomed to the kind of casual luxury I offer. 
I must admit … It turns me on when he tries to assert some kind of dominance in our relationship. It’s so funny! When he’s there, talking about his money and his authority and how people admire him … It must be wonderful to be so confident over so little!
I did at least get him to join me during training. He only manages one session a day, he claims that’s because of his work schedule. If it helps him to tell himself that, it’s fine by me. The training does work. He has become a little more muscular, his waist is nice and trim and he looks … acceptable. Of course, next to a perfectionist such as me, he is alright at best. Still, making love with him is good. 
He did have to start taking a drug one of my doctors suggested to improve his sperm production. At first, he left me barely satisfied, and that is not enough for me. Now, when I tease him, he has difficulties restraining himself. That’s how I enjoy my men …

Right now, I am preparing for my third Western Open competition, and it’s going to be incredible. With all the work I’ve been putting in, it won’t be much of a challenge. My preparations are mostly completed, I just have to do the last bit of cutting, then up on stage and show the world that I can easily dominate a heavier weight class all the same. I know that bodybuilding isn’t much of a spectator sport these days, if it ever was, but I’m not doing this for the applause or the cheers. I do this for two reasons: I love to perfect my body, and I adore the expression of the competition when they see that they are outmatched. 
This is the sweetest moment of it all. Their jaws drop, they’re stunned and they forget what they were up to. Aaah … Just thinking about it turns me on. Victory celebrations are going to be amazing! First, I’m going to have my victory cheat meal: Something wonderful from the old country. I have found a tiny restaurant and they do all the great food from back home, using the truly ancient recipes … 
I don’t know how they do it, but it really takes me back. 
This is a strange thing. I probably should be enjoying that Korean stuff more, after all, I am Michelle Choe, but … it’s fine, I guess. 
But just having some wonderful dumplings, simmering in oil, sweet with sugar … Ah! At my age, you tend to forget the bad times, and you recover the beauty of your childhood. I’m so glad Theo still doesn’t understand what happened, and that he also is easily deceived. He definitely has found his role in our relationship!
I think I will marry him. There will be a prenup, of course. I don’t think he will ever tire of me, but should he dare … I want to be able to get rid of him quickly. For now, he will be wonderful. I have yet to get a dress tailored, but I have found a splendid couturière who will provide me with a wonderful white dress. I have seen her work, and I think she almost understands the power that my body brought me. Maybe I should get her to train with me, get a feeling for the energy? I don’t want it to look too martial, or too dollish. I’m sure she will come up with some fantastic, classic design …

I had the dream again. Dream? Better call it the nightmare it is!
I hate it. It happened before, and it was gruesome. I couldn’t move after waking up. I was just so terrified from it. I can’t see how I can get rid of it. It’s now four in the morning, and I am awake. Is should be sleeping. 
I have the competition in the evening, I should be fit and rested and my mind should be clear. Instead, I am lying in the dark on my bed, and I can’t stop panicking. I want to call for help, I want to wake someone to hold me, to tell me it isn’t true, but the words don’t come out. 
I am lying here, I can’t even grip the blanket with my hands. 
Is it the hunger? Is it the thirst? Is it the training? Is it stage fright?
No. 
It’s worse. 
It’s some kind of curse on me. 
She is so close. That old woman I used to be. She is still there. She could be lying in the bed next to me and I couldn’t see her, simply because I can’t turn my head. She could speak any moment and I would hear her voice … no … my voice. That horrible, ancient voice. She would take this body from me and leave me in that carcass … 
To feel it all rotting, the gums receding, the teeth falling out, the weakness and pain … Oh lord … This is bad. To hear that rasping breath, the hard, immobile fingers, the creaking joints, the thousands of aches and pains and the numbness that turns into agony … 
And I see my wonderful, beautiful body get up without me, leaving me to die. It turns and grins, it flexes and shows off its power, wiggles its hard ass and displays its perfect definition, and I sag and fall apart. 
I can’t even dare close my eyes. It’ll be back again. 
I need help. I need someone to tell me it isn’t happening! 
I … 
“Theo.”
No response. Did I really say it? Could he hear my voice?
“Theo!”
This time, it was almost a scream. 
He grumbles and groans. Slowly, he wakes up. I can feel him move. I wish I could look over to him. 
“Michelle? What is going on? It’s … I don’t know … early?”
I shiver. My body is sweaty and cold at the same time. 
“Theo, hold me. Please. Please …”
He turns around to face me and hugs me. His arms fit around my back with difficulty and it’s all very clumsy in the darkness, but it helps. 
I sob. 
“Oh, Theo … Theo … I … I was so afraid!”
“It’s okay. It’s alright … It was just a nightmare. I’m here.”
He caresses me, and I feel my body again. It’s mine. I’m me. I’m still in control.
I can see his eyes glint in the darkness, and a terrifying loneliness washes over me. I need him now …
I cuddle my strong body against him. It’s strange how he can be so warm. I can feel his hands on my back, holding me tighter. I breathe deeply, slowly calming down. He makes soothing noises and I feel better. The nightmare is still there, but it’s already starting to fade. The closer he holds me, the better it feels. 
I need to get rid of this fear. Despite him being so sleepy, I can feel his cock stir. Ah … Now that might be a possibility. My hand slips along his body, then to his crotch. He is getting harder already. I kiss him. At this time of the night, he is rather prickly, but that’s okay. 
He mumbles: 
“Don’t you want to go back to sleep?”
“Would you?”
“Hm … Not right away.”
“Exactly. Me neither.”
I play around with his cock, and soon, he is hard. I grin in the darkness, then extricate myself from his embrace. Carefully, I get on top of him. I can tell that the weight of my muscular body excites him. It always does. I might still have those strange and terrifying dreams, but I can be certain I picked the right body to be with him. 
His hands go to my breasts. He likes them a lot. I can understand. I do too. They’re so full and round … They’re marvelous! They’re exactly the way breasts should be … I feel his grip now. 
“Yesss …”
This is nice and intense. He plays with them for a bit while I rub myself against his rod. I can feel the tension of my dream fade away. Instead, there’s a new, better feeling rising with me. Tense, yes, but in a wonderful way. I moan as I slip him inside me. I hold him, slowly gliding down his cock. This is good … It always is. He is big, but not too big … 
I tighten myself, squeezing it a little harder than I should. He gasps. I’m not going to lie: I have trained my muscles down there hard ever since I got this body. At least half an hour a day! 
I know that might sound strange, but … it’s worth it. Anyone will tell you. I hold him, squeeze him, relax a bit, then grip him again. His hands are now on my haunches, and I gyrate slowly. He’s starting to match my rhythm. Good … 
I’m in charge. This is how it’s meant to be. 
Theo is a fine young man, but ultimately, he is a gentle soul, not fit to rule or decide. He’s best with me. 
I lean forward now, my nipples brushing against his chest. I ride him hard, my pussy all filled up with his cock. My hamstrings slap against his thighs. I gasp. My mind is clouding, all the stupid thoughts and fears fade away …

Eventually, we are done. He falls asleep quickly, but I can’t. I toss and turn for a while, then I get up. There’s no point in lying around, wasting my time. Better start the day like this. 
I slip out of the bedroom without waking the maids. There’s no point. Let them sleep!
Back in the day, I needed them a lot. Nowadays, I keep them around just for the cooking and cleaning. They make my life easier, but I could get rid of them. Sometimes, I think I should. Take responsibility for my whole life. 
Then again, they served me well and faithfully when I depended on them. It wouldn’t be honorable to drop them the moment I didn’t need them. Besides, what if it all breaks down again? I wouldn’t even know how that would work, but the thought scares me!
I’ll have to talk to the witch. She’ll know what this is all about and how to fix it!
Meanwhile, better get pumping. Just some light exercise to occupy my mind. After all, I still have the contest later today. It’d be a shame if all that work had been for nothing. 

The voice booms over the auditorium. I am backstage with the other competitors. We’re all dolled up, the fake tan glistening. My makeup is on point, my posing suit is a sparkling monstrosity. It’s really uncomfortable, constantly trying to get up my butt. I’d love to just do these competitions in the nude! At that point, it wouldn’t mean much, and after all, these suits don’t conceal much anyway. I glance over to Patricia. She’s old. She’s doing her best to smile. Hah. She’s at least fifty now, though she keeps lying about her age. If she only knew …
She’d give an arm and a leg to look like me! That would also fix her symmetry troubles. The others too! Angie? She’s cute, but she’s never really managed to put on some quality mass. They’re all nice and everything, but in the end, they don’t get it. Look at this new girl, Britney. Just getting big implants won’t win you the contest, dear! You still have to know how to pose. At least Patricia used to be a stripper! She knows how to move. You, Britney, are just clumsy. 
Time to get my trophy. 
“Ladies and gentlemen, a round of applause for our competitors!”
We all file back out on stage. I must admit, this is the part I hate most. This stupid moment between doing my show and getting the reward. I despise it, even though I win. 
“This year, our competitors really outdid themselves. The judges agree that it was very difficult to pick the winners and they hope that it will only spur everybody on to outdo themselves next year!”
Yadda, yadda.
“And now, on third place, Michelle Choe!”
What.
What?
WHAT?!
They can’t be serious? Third place? Me? How? Why? Okay, I was a little tired and lacked a bit on the definition, and maybe I did look a bit stressed, but … 
Smile. Smile graciously. Take the stupid trophy. I hate it already. Smile more. A little bow, another smile. Give the people a little wave. Kissie. Wave. Smile. 
I hate this. 
Quick. Just finish this stupid ceremony and … 
Wow. At least I’m backstage again. 
“Theo! Get my coat, we’re leaving.”
“Don’t you want to clean up?”
“No, we’re going now. I can’t deal with this right now.”
Look at that smug look. Look at the bitch. I hate her. Fuck Patricia. Madame Smug. So you won. Big deal. Don’t you dare kiss me. 
“Sorry, gotta go.”
“But we wanted to celebrate! I even have some panini.”
Panini? Seriously?
“I just … congratulations. You did great. Amazing work. The best you could given what you got.”
I smile at her. She doesn’t get it. Time to be gone. 

The drive home was horrible. Theo tried to cheer me up. He’s so clumsy when it comes to this. 
“Hey, you can still win next time! Besides, you were the best in my opinion. Also, you had a bad day. That just happens. It’s not your fault!”
I’m glad we’re back home. The first thing I did was have a bath. I scrubbed all the fake tan off, then got in the tub, just to soak. One of the maids brought me some ice cream. They understand. I know I shouldn’t, but sometimes, I have to. While sitting in the tub and letting all the stupid things flow off me, I wonder how everything could go wrong like this. I’ll really have to talk to that witch. Her magic is screwing with me. I can’t have this. 
Once I am done with my bath, I get out dry myself and slip into my robe. I walk down to the salon, where Theo is waiting. He’s on his phone. I don’t get those young people, always looking for some distraction. 
At least, he looks up the moment I come down the stairs. Ah. Those stairs were a great investment back in the day, nothing better than some massive beast of marble and cast iron to frame a goddess like me descending from the heavens! 
I chuckle. 
Then I finish my descent, display my physique as I drop the robe from my shoulders. My upper body glints in the light like a flower growing through the snow. I tense my chest, making my tits quake and spreading my torso. Now this is a sight for sore eyes. 
I stride closer to him, the energy of my steps making my calves bulge. With a seductive smile, I drop the robe, turn around and hit a back pose that blows him away. My back muscles spread, my waist stays as thin as ever. This taper is eye-watering. 
Another grin over my shoulder, then I tighten my back and switch to a side triceps. The pose doubles the girth of my arm. 
Double biceps next. 
Theo is salivating now. Of course he is. 
Why couldn’t I do this before? 
I lean back, bunch up my abs, suck them in, push them out, let them dance like a wave, cock my hips this way, then the other, shimmy … Bam! Blast my thighs, let them swell and grow … and … most muscular. 
He’s rock-hard again. That’s nice. He’s rubbing his cock already. Ah … I love it when he can’t stop himself. 
“Go on! Rub it! I’m the best. I’m your queen! I should have won!”
“You should, yes! You were amazing! You have it all! You’re young, you pose like a goddess, you’re feminine … You’re wonderful!”
“This is all nice and cute, but I need more!”
“Michelle, you’re strong, you outdo them all. They’re all just sad excuses for bodybuilders, but you’re a true athlete! Your arms, your legs … your symmetry … They all just stumble on stage when they think they’re ready, but you, you go all in!”
“Yes. Yes! More!”
“You built this body from being all tiny and cute, and now, you’re an amazon! They should love you the way I do. They should adore you! But you know what? They’re all just jealous! You’ve outshined them all again and again … They want to be you!”
I purr happily, then let my muscles swell some more. 
“You’re so ripped and powerful … How could they let you lose?”
I am very close to him now. I see my reflection in the mirror in the background. He is right. How could someone like this lose? The ageless Asian face, the elegant bobbed haircut, the smile? Isn’t that what they’re looking for? A cute, model-like face on a body like a muscle goddess?
I get on my knees in front of him. I cross my arms under my breasts and flex everything. My muscles and tits are fighting for space and he shoots his load all over me. Yesss …

After this, he looks spent, but I need more. I need to get this all out of my system. I climb on top of him now, my heavy, hard body bearing down on him. There isn’t much he can do. I might not be taller than him, but I certainly outweigh him, even in the dry competition state I am in. 
He groans: 
“No … I … I’ve had enough … for today … I’m just …”
I frown. This is not something I am used to hearing. 
“I don’t care … I need you now and I want this.”
“I just … I think I’m spent … and tired … and …”
I just kiss him to shut him up. He can’t resist the lure and I hold to him, my tongue in his mouth, my lips on his. I release him for a moment, and I feel his cock stir, but it seems weak and lost down there. I won’t have it. 
I reach over to my handbag while I keep grinding him, tightening the pressure of my thighs on his weak and helpless body. He is both mesmerized and exhausted. He wants to, but he can’t …
I break out the pill from its blister with one hand, put it on my tongue as he sighs, then kiss him again, forcing it more or less gently into his mouth. He stares at me, swallows it, then wants to say something, but by then, it’s already working. 
His cock hardens as I continue my movement and the poor guy grows and thickens under me. 
He stares at me: 
“What was that?”
“Oh, just a little something I recently found … It should help you last …”
He groans: 
“Oh God … This feels so intense … It’s … oooh …” He starts to twitch, he salivates, he looks at me with an expression of absolute devotion. I love this. I take him inside, he is hard and thick and it feels wonderful … I hold him, feel the veins and little bumps and lines on his cock. Why am I so sensitive down there? Why does it have to feel so wonderful? I ride him hard now, my thighs all pumped and ready. My body is a machine, a perfect icon of sex and I love it …
I hold him tight, squeeze him until he calms down, though his face looks as if he is going to go crazy with lust, then I start again, rubbing, suckling, fondling his cock with my pussy … I love this … I never, never would have thought I could feel this way!
He cums. 
He cums again. 
This pill is amazing. 
He is filling me up with his sperm … I feel so full, it’s running out on all sides and still, I get him to shoot his load one more time. Whenever he feels as if he’s going to fold, I give him a show of my hard, perfectly sculpted muscles, and he’s back up, ready again. It’s a wonderful experience and I want it to go on forever. 
By now, he must be raw and exhausted, but I don’t care. My own body is way beyond its limits too, the diet, the bad sleep, the competition, the fury, it’s all too much, I chafe, but I want this out of me. I want to be free of the bad dreams, the being sorry …
I go on, my mind breaking apart from the strain. I force him to cum again, he is drooling, his eyes are unfocused, I am aching all over, my muscles are so pumped I can feel the tension all over, I am sweaty, tired, brutalized, way beyond anything I have ever experienced, and then, finally I cum. 
I produce a long, drawn-out squeal. It’s not a pretty sound. It’s some kind of primordial noise. A symbol of all the shit I’ve gone through which I am now expelling from myself. 
My eyes glaze over, my face is a smile, unfocused, confused, but finally sated. 
 

[El_Roy_1999]

This is a story that is full of very intense feats of strength involving an absurdly strong older woman, and her very powerful vulva. You’re probably gonna like it …

Junkyard Queen
Ron only wanted to be rid of all the junk from his ex’ house. He did his best to be a gentleman, but disposing of this stuff turned out to be more complicated than expected. Happily, Dena was willing to help him with all that. And Dena is certainly the strongest woman he ever met! This work of erotic fiction contains female muscle and feats of strength. All characters are at least 18 years old.

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https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1141839

A sample to get you in the mood: 

Ron gripped the wheel a bit harder, hoping to control his car as he drove over the potholed street. The guys at his hometown’s junkyard had told him that they were full and no amount of persuasion, even bribery, would let him dump a trunkful of old appliances. His car was pretty much full and he had to strap everything down so it wouldn’t fall off on that bumperfest of a road. 
The whole situation had started innocently. He had parted on good terms with his ex, and when Sonya had asked him to get rid of all the old appliances in her new home, he had shrugged and agreed. Together with her cousins, he had carried out the whole stuff, then loaded it on his pickup truck. 
As far as he had been concerned, he had just expected to bring the stuff to the junkyard and be done with it. 
Then those guys told him that they were full and the odyssey had begun. 
They were so nice as to provide him with the other address, but that place was in the next county and the road that led there, well, yeah. It was shit. His car’s suspension was fighting for its life and the GPS on his phone was constantly updating and increasing the duration of his trip. 
So much for that. 
Something in the back produced a loud clang. 
Ron just hoped it wasn’t something important. He prayed to whatever god would still listen that it was just a piece of junk that had come loose. 
He rounded a corner very carefully, begging the fates not to flip over his car in the worst moment, then he breathed a loud sigh of relief: Like the Pearly Gates, he saw the entrance to the fabled junkyard the guys had suggested. It looked, well, not run down, but ancient. The other yard had plenty of equipment towering around and seemed much more like a factory, while this one looked more like one of those things you’d see in a movie. One of those old Hollywood movies. 
Hm. 
Ron decided to take his chances. 

He drove into the yard and was greeted by loud crunches and the shrieks of tearing metal. At least, the place was in use, even if it looked slightly “out of fashion”, if that even was a thing with junkyards. 
He stopped the car, got out and did a quick check of his load. Yes. Happily, everything was still there as far as he could tell and even better, the junk hadn’t damaged his car. He was relieved. Now all he had to do was get rid of all that trash and be on his way. 
Oh, Sonya definitely owed him one. A big one. 
He followed the noise to see if he could find someone to help him unload the trash. 
Ron rounded a line of neatly stacked metal plates and then emerged on an open area where some topless guy in jeans underpants was busy doing what exactly? He tried to figure out what was going on. The man was pulling apart an old truck with his bare hands. Okay, not with his bare hands, he was wearing gloves, but as far as Ron knew, this was the kind of work you were supposed to do with cutters or some kind of machine. Instead, the guy ripped off the truck’s roof, his astonishingly pumped muscles contracting into a mass of striations. 
The screech of metal was terrifying. No wonder the guy was wearing ear muffs. 
Ron walked into the man’s field of view to get noticed and stopped and stared. 
This … guy was actually a woman. Of sorts. It took him a bit to process what he was seeing. 
The dude who had just ripped apart some rolled steel was actually an old woman, with curly white hair and an ancient face, the skin tanned from hard work outside, but with a surprisingly nice smile. She was cute in an oldish way. 
Then again, she was topless, and Ron had never seen a chest like that. He had never, ever seen anybody with muscles like these. Her pecs were twin giant slabs of muscle that stood from her chest by four inches, deeply carved with ripped striations and which absolutely crushed her nipples, which pointed downwards from the sheer overwhelming mass. 
Below that, she sported a set of bulging eightpack abs that stood out like a turtle shell from an equally powerful midsection. Her shoulders and back were wide enough that one could probably drive one of these trucks across. 
The woman looked at him as she pulled off the remaining connections of the roof and then proceeded to place it against her chest, using her absurdly massive arms to flatten it further. 
As the groan of metal died down, she pulled off the earmuffs and asked: 
“Yes?”
Her voice was deep and strong too, but very feminine, almost sultry. Ron felt his loins stir for no obvious reason. What the hell was going on?
“Uh … Yeah. Hi. I’m Ron Turner, and the guys at Davis Recycling told me they were full and that you’d take my trash.”
The old woman put the neatly pressed plate of steel on a stack close-by and nodded: 
“Sure. Let me take a look at your stuff. I shouldn’t have much trouble. Besides, one of the scrap metal buyers is going to show up later. Maybe I can get rid of it immediately.”
Ron kept staring at her. This was obviously making that woman a bit uncomfortable, or at least annoying her. 
“Do I have anything on my face, Ron?”
He blushed: 
“No, no. I was just surprised.”
“By what?”
The blushing got worse: 
“Well … By you?”
“Never seen a working woman before? I thought you city guys were all emancipated?”
“That’s not what I meant …” He had to follow her now, since she headed for his car already. It was odd to watch her walk. Her quads were so massively thick that she walked with a strange kind of swagger, her whole body swinging as she walked. With every step she took, her calves swelled and bulged, spreading out sideways as she marched on. 
She rounded the truck. 
“What did you mean?”
“The … the you being topless.”
“It’s my own place. I can be as topless as I want. What kind of a prude are you? Besides, it’s not as if I got any tits swinging around, right?”
He chuckled nervously. 
“Yeah. I guess. Hey, sorry. I was just surprised and I didn’t want to insult you.”
She turned to him, which was a whole procedure of movements, her mighty upper body swinging around. Then she smiled at him, looking all like a cute old granny. It was a strange sight to look down on her from his 6’2”, her old woman face framed by the most brutally shredded muscle collar he had ever seen. 
“Ron, it’s okay. I didn’t get to the ripe age of 72 and still be insulted by youngsters who like to stare.”
The last words really stung. He wasn’t staring! Okay, no, he was staring, but he wasn’t staring like a teenager. And this ancient woman wasn’t making him horny. No sir. 
He hid his shaking hands and turned to the pickup truck: 
“Anyway … Here’s the stuff. It’s just old appliances from my ex’ house.”
“Uh-huh.” The old woman examined the load and said: “Okay, I can take it.”
“Thank you, ma’am! You wouldn’t know how far I had to drive all that stuff!”
“Don’t ‘ma’am’ me, Ron. I’m not ‘sir’ing you either. I’m Dena. Dena Eastman.”
“Okay. Pleased to make your acquaintance!”
“God, you’re so formal! Like a gentleman, really. Didn’t know they still made those …”
“Uh … Anyway, should I unload the things?”
She laughed: 
“Nah. Grab a chair from the shed and a beer. I’ll just take care of this. It’s quicker this way.”
“Are you sure?”
She scoffed and climbed on the car with a smooth, powerful push, hoisting her muscle-packed body on the car’s deck. The suspension groaned. For a moment, Ron got nervous. What if that woman weighed too much and it would break his axle?
She made a gesture at the shed: 
“Quick now. And bring me a beer too!”
Ron did as he was told while still looking back at the car. He saw Dena pick the washing machine first and lift it up with one arm, then hoisting it up and up on her shoulder. There, she brought her second, equally gigantic arm to it and stabilized the whole thing. Next, she stepped down from the car with a kind of leap and landed with a stomp, the machine still on her back. It was obviously heavy, but didn’t seem to burden her all that much. 
Dena just set it down a little further and then climbed back up, picking the dryer next. 
Ron wanted to say something about maybe assisting her, but she just made a dismissive gesture and declared: 
“I got this, don’t worry.”
So, with this information, he sat down and opened his can. He sat down and watched as she picked up the dryer and just easily carried it to the deck’s end, then jumped off, catching her fall easily. She literally jogged over to the washing machine and set the dryer down, then continued unloading the various bits and bobs with absolute ease. In no time, the car was empty and all the stuff he had brought was neatly set out. 
She clapped her hands: 
“There, done!”
Ron was impressed. He got up from his chair, his beer half-finished, and said: 
“That was amazing! I have never seen anyone as strong as you!”
The woman grinned, obviously flattered by the compliment. 
“Yeah, I get that a lot …”
She played with one of the white locks of her hair. Ron passed the appliances and reminded himself of how awful it had been to move them all on the car. Then he looked over at the musclewoman that had dealt with all this in mere minutes. He swallowed nervously, then asked: 
“I guess you also get that thing a lot, but … how did you get so strong?”
Dena laughed: 
“Okay, yes, that is literally the second most common question!” She walked over to the chair with a mighty swing of her dramatic upper body, picked up the second beer can and popped it open. “To make things very simple, it was hard work, really. And apparently, I have great genetics, or so the doctor said. He had a blood sample taken and sent in for analysis and the bigwigs basically said that I am really good at getting big muscles.” She took a sip of her beer and sighed: “That was certainly worth all the studying.”
“So you work this place alone?”
“Uh-huh. Ever since my deadbeat husband pissed off years ago, leaving me with this heap of trash and quite a bit of debt. A wonderful guy, I tell you. But I got busy, and would you believe it, I found my calling. Every time I crush an especially big bit of trash, I think of him, and it makes me all warm and fuzzy inside!”
She laughed, then asked: 
“Want another beer?”
Ron hesitated. He shouldn’t be drinking and driving, obviously. While the chance of running into a cop out here in the sticks was very low, he didn’t want to screw this up. Then again, the weather was nice, the company was interesting, the beer was cool, and he wasn’t exactly busy today, so he said: 
“Yeah, that would be awesome!”
Dena chuckled and said: 
“Okay, then come along. I still have a few things to take care of, but you can watch and maybe lend me a hand.”
He followed her to the inner part of the junkyard, getting himself a beer from the cooler in the shed on the way. 
Once there, she told him to sit down and walked over to one of the cars there. It was a rather ancient sedan that looked really battered and indeed, there was a massive dent in its front. Ron asked: 
“That looks bad. How did that happen?”
Dena shrugged her enormous shoulders and said: 
“I don’t really know. I pulled it out of a tree and haven’t had time to do the proper disassembly. I just stripped the catalytic converter, the airbag and the electronics, and now I gotta break it up.”
She crouched down. He asked: 
“Aren’t you going to get some kind of trolley or something to move it?”
Dena grunted and stood up, her massive hamstrings popping out as she lifted the car’s back easily. Ron couldn’t help noticing just how incredibly wide and defined her back was. It was like watching a landscape forming under his eyes. There were valleys and hills, mountain ranges and chasms that shifted with her power. She had spread her legs a bit to make room for her massive thighs and she held the car up like it was nothing. 
Ron tried to suppress it but a “Wow!” escaped him anyway.
It was clear that Dena liked the admiration. She strutted her stuff and pulled the car behind her, declaring: 
“Why would I, it’s got wheels!”
Ron nodded slowly as she swaggered by. 
“Yeah … I guess it does, still … I can’t believe how strong you are.”
She laughed, pulling the car and not even breathing hard. 
“You don’t have to believe if you’re seeing it!”
Once she had the car in position, she grabbed a crowbar and started popping off the bodywork. Ron watched in fascination as she just bent the metal away with quick and easy movements. It took five minutes, tops. 
Then she grabbed the edge of the body and just lifted it off, flipping it over on its roof and revealing the rather mangled insides of the car. She walked over to the front and started blowing off the bolts of the engine. 
Ron commented: 
“I don’t think you’re actually going to need my help, right?”
She chuckled: 
“Not yet, no.” She looked over to him just as she pushed down on the crowbar and her aged face seemed to light up, seeming strangely alluring. Just then, there was a squeal of metal and she cursed: 
“Oh, fuck!”
She lifted the crowbar back up and Ron noticed it was bent. How did that happen?
“Uh … Did you just do that?”
“Yeah, sorry. I wasn’t concentrating. Happens to the best of us, right?”
Ron laughed: 
“Nope. Never. But … what are you going to do now?”
“Hey, it’s not the first time.”
With a grin, she lifted the bar up, set it against the back of her neck and stretched her muscle-packed arms backwards. Then she slipped them under the bar and tightened her muscles, using the deep grove between her enormous traps to hold it in place. 
Ron stared as the bar was bent back into shape. Once it was vaguely ready, she rolled it around on her muscles for a bit, occasionally giving it further pushes until it was alright again. 
The man asked: 
“Okay … This is an actual steel bar?”
“Sure. There wouldn’t be much of a point for it to be made of wood, right?” She laughed. 
Ron nodded: 
“I think you’re the strongest person I’ve ever seen. I mean, not only in real life, just … everywhere.”
She flashed him a wonderful smile: 
“I’m pretty buff, you’re right!”
She flexed one of her arms and set off a cascade of brutally pumped muscles that just seemed to get harder and harder, swelling in all directions and displaying all kinds of veins and striations. Ron started to sweat, and it wasn’t just the afternoon heat. 
Dena stretched and scratched her enormously thick pecs. Each pack of hard meat was as big as Ron’s head and it looked as if it was absolutely undentable. 
She walked over to him, her body glowing. 
“I have to admit though, you’re quite hunky too, Ron.”
Her look was smoldering. She held the crowbar easily in her hand and sighed: 
“I probably should be working, but …”
Instead of continuing her sentence, she gave the bar a long, intense lick, dragging her tongue over its length. 
Ron was instantly hard. He was a little confused by the situation, after all, a super-intense, ancient woman with absurdly big muscles was on the furthest end of things that would turn him on. But he had to face the facts. His cock was stirring in his pants, and he was getting really horny. 
Then she was upon him. With a strong hand, she basically ripped his belt open, sending the buckle flying. Normally, Ron would have felt either annoyed or terrified, either by the destruction of his stuff or the fact that she could rip thick leather like paper, but right then, he was getting absurdly turned on. 
He quickly undid his fly to save his pants from imminent annihilation and dropped them, revealing his rigid dick. 
And then, she was upon him. She lifted him up easily, basically raising his crotch to her face level, and leaned her head back to rest on her enormous traps. 
Then she kissed his cock, and circled its head with her tongue. It felt warm and wet, and although Ron was basically held in the air like a ragdoll, he felt amazing. 
He felt her tongue dance along his dick, exploring it, playing with it, stimulating it. It was incredible! Even Dena’s tongue seemed to be absurdly strong …
She groaned happily, sucking his dick, licking it up and down, then hovering it down her throat. 
He groaned: 
“Oh God! This is … amazing … I … never …”
Just as he was about to blow his load, her hand seemed to lock around the base of his cock and her steel fingers blocked him. 
His entire body started to shiver. She licked down his full length, then released him. 
“Not so fast, Ron … Let me enjoy this!”
“I … Oh … Oooh …”
She released his cock and sucked on it some more, then went back to licking it from its base to the head, then back down. She engulfed his balls and played with them with her tongue, making him scream with horniness. And yet, just as he was about to cum, she held him again, let him calm down and started again. 
Ron was shaking wildly up there, going crazy from her tricks. He desperately wanted to cum, but she just kept turning him on more and more, her massive muscles all swollen under him, her eager, hungry mouth ravishing his cock and balls. 
“Pleeeease … Deeeena … Come oooon …”
She swirled her tongue along his cock before sucking down on it again, her warm mouth embracing its hardness again. As she let it pop out again, carefully controlling the pressure of her strong hand on it, she grinned: 
“You’re a courteous young man, I give you that …”
Then she opened her mouth once more, sucked his whole length in and squeezed it, her tongue playing along his shaft until it reached his base. 
He came with a squeal, the sound echoing over the junkyard. She swallowed his cum eagerly and licked him clean. 
Then, slowly, she set him back down. 
Ron was stunned: 
“Wow. Wow … That was … incredible. I … I … Thank you. Thank you …”
The old woman grinned and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. 
“Bah, don’t mention it. You’re a gentleman, you only deserve a good treatment!”
Ron blushed. Dena’s openness somewhat shocked him. He hesitated, then he said: 
“Okay, but I’ve got to make it up to you!”
She chuckled: 
“Are you sure about that? I’m pretty voracious …”
He nodded: 
“I insist!”
“Then insist away!”
He got on his knees in front of her. She was shorter than him, but she did have long legs in proportion. He also only now realized just how enormous her legs were. Each thigh was easily larger than his head, and they tapered to some brutally massive hips, and a slim and absurdly muscle-packed waist. Ron stared at the fibers of her muscles moving under her skin. It was fascinating, but also shocking. 
She moved her hips a bit, sending shockwaves of muscle through her legs. 
“Okay, Ron, now here’s the question: I appreciate the gesture, but you really have to get those pants off me …”
“Okay …”
“So, how are you going to do this?”
Ron looked up. Her aged face was partially obscured by those massive slabs of pec meat. This woman was so hulkingly big … 
He nodded to himself and undid the fly on her tiny jeans hotpants. He instantly understood she wasn’t wearing any underwear. The warm smell of her pussy almost drove him mad with lust. He slowly pulled the sides of her fly away and was greeted by a shaved, muscular crotch. Some thick veins snaked down from her cobblestone abs to her bulging pubic mound. 
With a deep breath, Ron slipped his pants under the tight fabric, reaching around her hips and feeling the brutal hardness of her muscles. Softly, he kissed her mound and licked upwards to the separation of her abs. 
Dena seemed to appreciate it. 
“Ooh, nice … I love it already, Ron … you’re a good man …”
Carefully, Ron started moving the pants down. It was hard work and he really struggled. They were way too tight on those muscles, and Dena’s mounting arousal made her flex her glutes a bit, moving her crotch closer to his face. It was difficult to peel her out of those jeans without ruining them. He sighed, then groaned as he slowly got it down. 
To help him a little, Dena shifted her stance, once again making her absurdly hard muscles shift. By now, he was struggling to roll those hot pants down to her thighs. Their mass made the procedure even more difficult. 
Finally, after a bit of pulling and dragging, he managed to free her pussy without even popping a single seam on those pants. 
Dena grinned: 
“Wow … You really did it! I’m impressed! When you’re done with your tongue, I guess you’ll have to put those hands to good use too.”
Ron stared at her pussy. Now he had been with a few women in his life, some younger, some older, but he had never seen anything like this. To be perfectly honest, he felt intimidated. He didn’t know a vulva could be strong, and that one could actually “see” it, but this one was. 
Its lips seemed somehow meaty and powerful, encasing a tight, wet hole. Dena’s clitoris was as big as the tip of his thumb, and it looked swollen and ready. If anything, those lips seemed as if they could bite … 
He hesitated. 
Dena groaned. She was getting desperately horny from all this, and so, her pussy lips spread invitingly. Ron slowly extended his tongue, still a bit afraid of what would happen. Then his tip touched her lips and he slowly licked over their meaty mass. Dena shivered, her muscles tensing all over. 
Ron licked on, carefully tracing those lips, then circling her clit, then kissing it. As he closed his lips around Dena’s clit, she gasped:
“Wow … You’re great at this … I love it … This is the fun part about you city guys … You really try to do a woman good …”
Ron felt a certain pride at this comment and continued, his tongue eagerly dancing around Dena’s clit and lips, even occasionally darting within her. That’s when she caught him. Somehow, she was able to move her lips like this, and they closed around his tongue tip. 
“Glrf!”
Dena grunted happily as he slapped against her thighs. She released him, but as soon as he returned to it, she held him again. Then she brought her powerful hands against the back of his head and held him in place, gently, yet forcefully pushing him into her crotch. 
Seeing as he was caught now, Ron licked her clit and sank a finger into her aching pussy. To his surprise, that felt a little lost in there. 
He added another, but that still didn’t seem to even begin to satisfy her. 
With mounting nervousness, he shoved his entire fist into her. The effect was immediate. 
“Oh God! Yesss!”
He ran his fingers along her insides carefully at first, but she seemed to be uninterested in further gentleness. Instead, she increased her hand’s pressure against his head, and so, he did what he could. 
With full force, he shoved his fist into her. It felt wrong, but what could he do? It wasn’t as if this Valkyrie would release him anyway!
He pistoned her now, hammering his fist into her. With every push, her lips seemed to suck on his wrist, getting him in faster. Ron was noticing that this was both terrifying and erotic, since his cock was already brutally hard again. 
She shouted: 
“Oh yesss! Yesss! Come on! Harder! Yes, yesss! Rooon!”
He took her words to heart and literally punched into her, getting into the rhythm and sucking on her clit as he fisted her. 
“Gaaaarrrr …”
She came with a growl, her insides twitching and tightening around his fist. For a moment, Ron was very afraid, but she released him and he pulled out his slick hand, everything dripping with her juices. 
He flopped down on the ground, completely exhausted. 
His fist was white from all the squeezing. 
Without much further words, Dena reached down to her crotch, adjusted something and sighed happily. Then she pulled her tiny pants back up and stretched her enormous chest. 
At last, she said: 
“That was very nice, young man. You’re going to fit in just right …”
“Fit in?” Ron was seriously confused by what she was saying. He was also brutally horny, desperate for a fuck. He couldn’t understand how anybody could be so absolutely powerful … 
He just had to ask: 
“How do you do it?”
“Do what?”
“Get so strong? I mean, you are literally more powerful than a hydraulic press. How can that be?”
Dena continued her stretching, then extended a hand to the still lying Ron: 
“Come on, get up!”
He took it and she casually pulled him to his feet. It felt as if she would throw him around for a moment, but he stumbled and caught himself. 
She laughed at his clumsiness and said: 
“I wouldn’t know, really. That’s just the way I am. Maybe there’s something in the water …” She mused on the question for a bit. “Bah, it’s probably just the exercise. There’s always some heavy lifting to do!”
He wanted to ask something, but Dena cut him off: 
“I still got a few little things to do. Once I’m done, we can fool around a little more. So how about you relax a bit and I finish those?”
Ron was conflicted. He didn’t have anything to do right now, and the afternoon was already mostly over. Sure, he could drive back to the city and do … nothing? Or he could hang around here and watch this insanely muscular woman work, with the prospect of more sex later on?
Okay, so there really wasn’t a conflict. It was just a kind of insecurity about just how intense Dena was. He did feel a little uncomfortable being so intensely outclassed. He wasn’t the man for a fragile masculinity, but Dena was so far beyond … It was tough. 
In the end, the horniness got the best of him. 
“That sounds like a wonderful idea. Just make sure you tell me if I can lend a hand!”
She laughed: 
“Yeah, I will. Don’t worry. But I think I will manage most of it!”
With these words, she marched back to the center of the scrapyard and got to work. 
Ron sat on a folding chair and watched attentively. It was quite the show. 
 

[El_Roy_1999]

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Butch x Bimbo – Issue 4!

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[El_Roy_1999]

Something different once in a while …

The Sculptor’s Masterpiece
Colleen is commissioned to craft a sculpture of a famous bodybuilder woman. She is fascinated by her physique, and as she works, this fascination starts to change her …
This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth (FMG) and transformation. All characters are at least 18 years old.

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“We are very glad and thankful that you would have us, Miss …”

Colleen smiled at the couple. They were certainly strange, yet interesting people. He was a big, balding man who looked as if he still worked on the factory floor which he now owned every day. His smile was equally big and he appeared to show her genuine enthusiasm. The woman, on the other hand, felt more reserved. Colleen couldn’t help admiring her. Despite the pantsuit she was wearing, her physique was obvious. This woman lived in the gym and probably had an incredible figure.

Next to her, Colleen probably looked vaguely dumpy. She had her hair tied into a messy bun and covered in a scarf to prevent the dust from settling in it. Her calloused hands looked rough and brutish next to the other woman’s perfectly manicured ones and while years of working as a sculptor had given Colleen a strong, tight body, the woman’s muscles seemed much more dramatic than hers.

“No, no, the pleasure is all mine. I haven’t done a commission yet, but I am very happy that you would give me a chance.”

The man set his hand in his lover’s and shrugged:

“It’s a shame, really. The sculptors one meets today always do some weird stuff, like welding together some trash or just doing some funny stuff I wouldn’t even understand … Pardon my French, but … I think these guys have no talent. It’s all just getting people to buy stuff, right?”

The woman squeezed his fingers a little and said:

“Jerry, you’re ranting.”

“I’m sorry, dear. I …” He looked at Colleen: “The thing is, look at me.” He made a gesture at himself and his bespoke suit. “I’m playing dress-up here. I’m no intellectual and I know nothing about art. My company makes drills. I didn’t go to any schools or anything. But I did take Marina to Europe recently, and we saw all those fancy art museums.” He smiled. “I thought since she was a bodybuilding champion and since those bodybuilders all started with the Greek stuff, I said: ‘Let’s look at some naked dudes made of marble.’ And it was great!”

Marina nodded:

“Amazing. Have you ever been to Europe?”

Colleen agreed:

“I had the chance while I was at college.”

The big man grinned:

“That was a wonderful idea. They really know a thing or two about sculpture. And when Marina saw your stuff on the internet, she said that we should ask you to make a statue of her.”

Marina added:

“I recently won the first place at the International, and now I think I’m pretty much at my peak. I don’t think it’s going to get much better, and I’d love to have this moment immortalized, if you get what I’m saying.”

The sculptor nodded eagerly:

“It’ll be a pleasure to do this. I have never worked like this, but I’m sure I will manage. We’ll have to figure out the perfect pose for you and … it is going to take some time to do. You are aware of that?”

The bodybuilder replied with a confident smile:

“Believe me, I am used to sacrifices and being uncomfortable.”

“But not because of me, right?”, Jerry laughed. “Nah. I really do my best to support her, after all, she is gorgeous, don’t you think?”

Colleen blushed:

“I don’t think I should say much, sir …”

He raised an eyebrow, then looked pleadingly at Marina:

“I am doing this wrong again, aren’t I?”

“Nah, darling, you’re doing great!”

They kissed, Marina’s strong hands caressing his cheeks. For Colleen, this only got more awkward. At last, she asked:

“Okay, so … what style do you have in mind?”

The couple separated, letting their kiss linger a bit, then Jerry declared:

“Marble, obviously. White. You just buy a piece and send me the invoice. You can pick two additional pieces for whatever you need at the same time. Consider it a bonus or something. Then you two come up with a cool classical pose, and you do your magic, Miss.”

Colleen nodded:

“Very well.” She hesitated: “Just so I can prepare mentally for it and maybe get the correct ‘costume’, if you will … What would you like to wear?”

The couple exchanged glances, then Marina said:

“I’d prefer to be in the nude, really. This is for us, and I don’t see any point in concealing any part of this body!”

Colleen got a little nervous in that moment.

“Alright. I will do my best. I will select the marble and give you a call as soon as everything is ready. And I will do my best to do you justice.”

The couple agreed and soon enough, they left, excited for the future piece of art.

Colleen, on the other hand, was feeling insecure and rather fascinated. The idea of working on a bodybuilder’s physique like this … It made her nervous. Then again, this was a once in a lifetime chance!

 

A few days later, Marina arrived at Colleen’s workshop. The sculptor had advised her to wear some cheap clothes that could be thrown away afterwards. The place was dusty and there were always bits of stone lying around, regardless of how much work Colleen invested in keeping it clean. The smell of dust lingered in the air. Marina was wearing a tracksuit that still somehow managed to emphasize her figure.

“Hello Colleen! I got your call and came as fast as I could. Is everything ready?”

The sculptor nodded eagerly. She was wearing a simple t-shirt, some dungarees and another scarf to protect her hair, as well as having a filter mask hanging from her neck and some goggles on her forehead. All in all, she was looking pretty trashy. The bodybuilder didn’t seem to mind.

“I like the casual look. Very steampunk.”

“Steampunk? I mean, the goggles, yes. And the mask … Okay. And the dungarees. I get what you’re saying.”

Marina smiled. Colleen was amazed by her tanned skin, her long blond hair and her casual sexiness. She sighed:

“Okay, so here’s how this is going to go. First, I’ll take some pictures from the various angles so I have a reference should anything go wrong or take longer. I’ll also have to film you so I can figure out how your body moves in detail. That can be amazingly useful! I mean, I once spent a week just filming my hand doing various movements.”

Marina nodded:

“I totally get that.”

“You do?”

“Sure. When you’re posing, you’re flexing all the various muscles, even in combinations that don’t normally occur. So you really have to figure out how to make them do what you want.”

“Oh. Wow! That is fascinating.”

“It’s one of the harder things about the sport. I mean, everybody can flex their biceps, but you gotta make it really pop. And there’s a lot to learn about that.”

Colleen nodded:

“Okay, that sounds like a thing I definitely need explained. And shown.”

“So, should I get undressed?”

“Please. Is the workshop warm enough for you? I could get a space heater.”

“No problem. I’ll tell you if I feel uncomfortable. Back when I started, I used to model for art classes and those places were always freezing!”

Colleen agreed:

“Oh yes. Those classes were bad! The professor always said: ‘Kids, I’ll get you a well-lit workshop and a bathroom. The rest is yours to bring. And if you’re starting to feel cold, it’s time to work faster!’.”

Marina chuckled sarcastically:

“That sounds like a wonderful working environment.”

“Yeah. Really made us all want to leave quickly. But it worked for me.”

Marina unzipped her jacket and pulled it off, folding it carefully and setting it on a nearby chair. Colleen observed her with fascination. The other woman revealed a pair of arms that was positively built! Every bit of her body was buff and hard, with all the veins visible and even some lines of her muscles’ striations noticeable.

“Whoa. This is cool!”

“You like it?”

“Like it? Love it! This is going to be amazing!”

Marina humored her with a few flexes, then said:

“I should probably continue getting out of my clothes, right?”

“Just let me take a few pictures first. Do the first thing again!”

Marina flexed again, making her biceps swell. Colleen snapped away, switching positions quickly to get as many angles as possible. At last, she was finished and asked:

“Okay, stupid question, but … can I touch your arm?”

Marina raised an eyebrow:

“Sure. Why not?”

“Really? Cool!”

The sculptor set her fingers on the other woman’s biceps and started running them up and down the bulge, taking in the structure and the texture. She started humming quietly to herself and followed the various lines and shapes. Marina was a little surprised by this level of attention but let Colleen have her fun.

Eventually, she asked:

“Are you looking for something special?”

“No, not in that way. The thing is, the stone has a certain, that’s not the real word, but … flow? Like a direction it takes? So if you work on it, you can’t really go against it? It … wants to take a certain shape.”

She blushed:

“Okay, that sounds stupid and esoteric, but in a less dumb way, it’s true. So as a sculptor, I have to know where I want to go and what shapes I will create and apply those to the way of the material? Is this understandable?”

“I guess? I have no idea of sculpture.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that. You just have a different medium. I work with stone, and you work with flesh.”

“Alright, this sounds really, really gross.”

“Uh, yes. But my point stands.”

Marina hesitated, then said:

“I guess in a way, you’re right. It’s a kind of sculpture, really. I try to figure out a certain harmony of proportions I want to achieve, and then I work to make the relevant muscles grow in some ways or shrink in others. And when I get my massages after the workout, it’s kind of shaping them like clay.”

“What do you mean?”

“The masseur breaks up the muscles when they’re strained so they can get bigger when healing again. It’s very hard to do and they tend not to like it, but it’s essential. Otherwise, the muscles grow very slow.”

“So you really decide where and how your body grows?”

“Yeah. That’s the whole point. Otherwise, I couldn’t have symmetry. My legs have to be balanced with my arms, the development of my chest must match my abs … I can’t just grow my muscles at random, it wouldn’t look good.”

Colleen was impressed:

“I never would have thought this was so complicated!”

“You wouldn’t believe it! I mean, it’s a very nerdy thing to do … You have so many variables and there are tons of gurus and people spreading myths, making everything way more complicated than I would have thought back when I started. You really have to be careful.”

“In what way? You mean drugs?”

“Not just that. Seriously, you have to be careful about everything. People will recommend you exercises that could bust your joints, diets that could ruin your liver and don’t get me started about supplements! And yes, the drugs will fuck you up. It’s an arms race and if you want to win, you can’t allow yourself to lag behind.”

“That sounds … terrifying? I mean, I think of myself as a skeptical person, but having to double-check every bit of my life …”

“As I said, it’s nerdy. Either you love it, or you don’t. And if you don’t, you won’t go far.”

“Okay …”

“The thing is, getting fit is easy, staying fit is hard. It’s not a sprint, it’s a marathon. If you don’t stick to your schedule every day, you’re not going to go far. If you can’t set aside two to three hours every day just for training, eating and recovery, you’re still going to look good, but you’re not going to win any contests.”

Colleen had Marina continue posing her arm, then went on to take in her shoulder and back muscles. She asked:

“About that … What’s with those contests? I mean, basically, it’s just standing around in a bikini, right?”

Marina laughed:

“You wish. It’s not just a beauty contest. Before a show, you’ve been on a harsh diet for weeks and on the day itself, you’re starved, tired and thirsty. And then, you must focus and really pose your muscles to the best effect. Muscles which are, at that point, pretty much exhausted. And it has to look elegant and feminine … The men have it easier. They can just strut around and wave their arms around, but if you do that as a woman, you’re instantly marked down.”

Colleen’s fingers went down Marina’s back.

“Wow … This is astonishing. You have like a little Christmas tree back here.”

“Yeah. That was a lot of work, and I had luck with my genetics!”

“It sounds so complicated. And the contests … I guess it’s worth it with the prize money, right?”

Marina broke into enormous laughter. She barely managed to keep a hold of herself. She even snorted, tears streaming from her eyes.

“Did I say something funny?”

The musclewoman wiped a tear from her eye and said, slowly calming down:

“Kinda. The thing is, the prize money is a joke. If I were doing it for the money, I’d be a fool. Nope. Either you do it for its own sake, or you don’t do it at all.”

Colleen nodded:

“Okay, this I can understand. This is pretty much my situation, or any artist’s, really.”

Marina agreed:

“Yes. I think it’s the same situation.”

The sculptor examined her butt. To tease and impress her, Marina tightened her glutes, making them shift into a mass of ripped muscle.

“Wow … You know what, I think I start to get the fascination …”

Marina tensed her ass even more, turning it into a brutally shredded pair of steel.

“Thank you! That’s the best compliment one can get in my line of work …” The bodybuilder played around some more and said: “If you’re interested, I could give you a beginner’s workout routine that should allow for some quick basic gains. Don’t expect to get anywhere near my level with it, but it would definitely firm you up, and bring some nice definition … Especially since you’re already quite strong!”

“I’d love that. Thank you!” She traced the dents on the side of her glutes and then asked: “Okay, now show me those legs …”

 

[El_Roy_1999]

Okay, everybody, I felt like publishing a full story! Here you are. It was inspired by thetropican, who is awesome, and I had a lot of fun writing it. 

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The Diva

The doctor frowned.

“Madame, I am very sorry, but it was to be expected. At your age, a fall can be life-changing.”

The actress raised an eyebrow. At her age! Madonna! So this was how it felt! Years, no, decades on the silver screen, fame, fortune, adoration by her many admirers, and now, at last, she had become decrepit.

“But doctor, it isn’t broken! Isn’t there some therapy you can prescribe to me?”

The doctor ran his hand over Sonia Laurent’s hip again, testing its range of motion.

“Well, the thing is, osteoporosis has set in massively already, and I’m afraid that we cannot do much. Regular exercise with a physiotherapist, supplements to improve bone health … Unless you would be willing to join a study for an experimental treatment a colleague of mine has been developing …”

“Experimental?” The diva was a little taken aback by the suggestion. “Wouldn’t that be dangerous?”

“Not at all. It has already gone through all the necessary tests, and this is the pre-rollout. One last round of tests to discover as many side-effects, good or bad, that haven’t been discovered yet. There would be a compensation, of course …”

“A compensation?” The diva laughed. “My dear Dottore, this is all very nice, but … please, donate the money to children’s cancer research or something. A Sonia Laurent doesn’t accept payment for things that are good for her!”

He smiled, nodded and said:

“Very well. Then I will enroll you in the study and we can hopefully start treatment in a week.”

 

A week later, the maid announced that the doctor had arrived. Sonia Laurent pushed herself up from her chair with her cane. She detested that thing, but it was a necessity now. She had at least managed to choose a stylish one, whose wood grain matched her golden-brown locks, but it was a sad reminder of her frailty.

She walked over to the villa’s entrée, careful to conceal the cane for the last steps and making it disappear behind her dark red robe with a simple swing of her hand. Now she stood straight and statuesque as she had always done. She smiled:

“Dottore! Welcome! I am so grateful you came here.”

“It’s always a pleasure, Madame …” He gave her a slight bow.

She accepted his hand graciously and then swept him to the salon as easily as ever. The thought of getting better soon made her feel hopeful and confident. While the maid served them coffee and the doctor admired the view of Lake Geneva, Sonia was quivering with anticipation.

At last, she couldn’t resist anymore:

“Did you bring it, doctor?”

He tore himself from the sight and nodded, then pulled a bottle of pills from his suitcase. He handed it to the diva.

“Here you are. Because this is all so experimental and new, there’s no fancy blister yet. The bottle will do, though. You are supposed to take ten pills every day, two in the morning, and then every three hours through the day. I recommend to setting an alarm or something, because this drug really needs to be taken precisely.”

The actress smiled benignly:

“Don’t worry, Dottore, it is my bones that are weak, not my mind.”

As if to demonstrate, she took out a reasonably modern smartphone, and with taps of her perfectly manicured nails, she set up the alarms. She gave him a proud smile. He nodded.

“You will have to report to me on the effects. Please be precise about them, I think it will help a lot of people.”

“Certainly, Dottore. I will keep a diary!”

“Thank you, Madame.”

“Will you stay for brunch, Dottore?”

“I’m sorry, I have further patients to attend to. Good luck, Madame, and hopefully, this drug will help you.”

She wanted to get up to accompany him to the door, but her hips rebelled, so she excused herself and had the maid take over.

The actress took the bottle and looked at it eagerly. This would help!

 

“Madame Laurent, I am not sure what you did, but I am impressed!”

Sonia looked at her Pilates instructor. The woman was terrifyingly fit, her body without an ounce of fat, and seemingly built of tightly wound wire. The first time she had met her, Sonia had wanted to feed her. She had even offered to prepare her own homemade ravioli for her, but the instructor had thanked her and said something about “carbs”. In a way, it was her loss, wasn’t it?

Still, right now, the young woman was astonished by her employer’s performance. After finishing an exercise routine that normally completely exhausted her, Sonia found herself wanting more.

“Thank you. I have changed some little things about my regular treatments, and I’m glad they work!”

“Seriously, Madame, you seem to have recovered ten years of fitness!”

Sonia blushed. Now this was praise she could enjoy!

“Maybe we could try something a little more intense next time?”

“I would be very glad. Let’s get you massaged, and in two days, I’ll bring you some exercises that just might challenge you!”

The old woman smiled. She hadn’t expected it, but maybe those drugs actually worked?

 

“Madame, I don’t know what happened, but I suggest you continue it!”

“Do you like the results, Dottore?”

“Absolutely! I wish all my patients had improvements like this! Look!”

He showed her a printout. There were so many small numbers. The actress adjusted her glasses and tried to read them. She shook her head. Somehow, her vision had once again deteriorated. She tried to move the paper around and squinted. No chance. Somehow, it got all difficult to read like that.

“Could you tell me, Dottore?”

“Yes, of course. I … This wasn’t courteous of me … See, these parameters tell me that your bone density has improved and your muscular strength has increased a bit. Also, your heart rate is better and your blood sugar has dropped.”

“So this is good?”

“It’s excellent!”

“Thank you!”

“It wasn’t me, Madame, it was your effort and discipline! Did you change anything else other than the medication?”

She smiled widely:

“Oh yes! So many things! I asked my therapist, and she set up a whole programme for me. I am now doing some exercises for my heart every day, it’s called cardio, obviously, and some light musculation. It feels very new, you know?”

“This is astonishing. I didn’t expect it to work in this way.” He seemed a little doubtful. “Madame, I must admit, the drug was only supposed to strengthen your bones, not to cause these changes.”

“Then write them down as an unexpected, but welcome side-effect! I can not thank you enough!”

He blushed. The diva had kept her charm in every way and he did feel drawn back to the days of his youth when he had adored her as all the other young men. He brushed his thinning hair from his forehead and smiled:

“I will. So, for now, we will just continue the therapy, is that right?”

“That would be marvelous, Dottore!”

She got up in one fluid movement. The doctor stared at this. That’s when he noticed.

“Madame, didn’t you use a cane?”

“Dottore, ‘used’ is the word. I don’t know how it happened, but I don’t need it anymore. It’s a miracle. I threw it away.”

The doctor couldn’t do anything else other than smile. In her exultation, she kissed his cheeks and bade him goodbye. He stayed behind, his face glowing and his breath still.

 

“Bisnonna, what happened to you? You look so young!”

“I do, Tesoro?” Sonia took her great-granddaughter on her lap and bounced her up and down. Lifting her was easy and the little girl giggled as she rode on her knees.

“Yes! You look almost like Nonna Roberta. Only she is not as strong as you!”

Her daughter-in-law frowned, but Sonia didn’t let this spoil her mood. Instead, she lifted the little girl high, her arms somehow strong enough to do this.

That’s when it happened.

The girl swung her little legs and kicked against Sonia’s glasses, sending them flying. Instantly, the girl’s mother, Francesca, stormed at her and panicked:

“Nonna! Are you alright?”

To her surprise, Sonia was fine. Sure, the little kick had stung a bit, but that was all. And she suddenly realized that she could see them all perfectly well without her glasses.

Better even. Somehow, that treatment must have fixed her eyes. Was that even possible?

Francesca brought her the glasses and the girl, Claudia, tried to put the glasses on her. She almost managed to poke one of the temples in her eye. Sonia took them from her, folded them and hung them in her cleavage.

“Don’t worry, Tesoro, I think I can see you just fine.”

She could see that the other women were a bit confused by this new development.

 

After a nice tennis match, always doubles, Sonia walked over to the country club’s terrace. Time for some coffee. The other couple was still recuperating after the terrible dishing-out she had served them, and her partner had disappeared into the shower to … shower? She had an idea what he was doing. Men!

For her, the game had been a pleasant pastime which had barely made her sweat. It was astonishing how nimble her limbs had become, how fast she could run and stop and how easy her eyes could follow the ball. It was all so simple!

Anyway, she strode to her usual table and sat down, enjoying the warm sun. She was wearing a large straw hat and a gorgeous white sleeveless dress she had recently bought to match her rejuvenated figure. It was very simply cut, but looked wonderful on her. The training had somehow recovered her entire body, tightening her skin and even filling out her breasts once more. She had no idea how that even worked, but once again, they were real and spectacular!

She was quite certain that they were bigger and fuller than ever before, but that didn’t inconvenience her in the slightest. She did wear a shawl over her shoulders and chest when she was in public, she had to dress her age, after all. But now that she was in private, she could just enjoy the sun on her cleavage and a cup of espresso from her favorite waiter.

Pierre did a double-take when she took off her sunglasses and smiled:

“The usual, Madame?”

“Please. And I think I will reward myself with a slice of cake. What would you recommend?”

“Well, we have an excellent …”

He was cut off by a commotion. Someone was running across the lawn, pursued by a group of security guards and a rather breathless gardener. The man stormed on, and she immediately spotted the telltale signs of the paparazzo. The camera, the soft shoes, the sunglasses …

One of the guards shouted a “Stop, fils de pute!” and one of them tried to tackle him. The young man, evaded this and to the spectators’ surprise, jumped on a garden shed, then vaulted the high walls of the country club.

He was gone.

The guards ran on to the entrance to maybe catch him outside, but the gardener gave up and limped back to the terrace. Sonia saw that the old man was completely exhausted. She patted the chair next to her and ordered another espresso and a tall glass of water for the poor man.

He thanked her profusely, and when he recognized her, he blushed, and looked at his hands instead. She smiled and said:

“Don’t worry. Thank you for trying to catch this … vampire. He certainly was no Tazio Secchiaroli.”

“I just spotted him as I was trimming the bushes. He must have snuck in over the wall.”

“After this jump, I believe it. Maybe he should earn his money as an acrobat!”

She laughed and the gardener smiled.

“I just hope he didn’t trouble the guests …”

“Bah! I doubt that any newspapers are still interested in old people like me …”

 

“Dannazione!” Sonia stared at the cover of her newspaper. She despised the yellow press and never bought their issues, but apparently, this picture was considered newsworthy enough to put it on the cover of a serious publication! The horrible creature had actually managed to take a picture of her just as she took off her sunglasses and … she had to admit, it was a good picture, and she was looking wonderful. The headline was bad, though: “The Immortal – Sonia Laurent is in the shape of her life!”

She rubbed her temples as her maid handed her the two pills and a glass of water. What foolishness would come from this?

Her phone rang a moment later. The maid went to pick up for her as she took the pills and washed them down.

“Madame, it’s Renato, your agent!”

“What? But why would he call?”

She got up and took the phone.

“Renato? How nice of you to call! It’s not my birthday, you know?”

“Sonia, Bellissima, I am not calling on courtesy, but on business!”

“On business? But Renato, Caro, I have retired. No more movies for me!”

“You know what they say, mai dire mai! I have an offer for you, and the producer wants to pay any price for you!”

“But … I haven’t acted in years. And my look … I don’t want to play any grandmothers any more …”

“Ragazza, have you looked in the mirror lately? Or in the newspapers for that matter? They all want you! And the man, let’s just put it this way: He is one who would make Dino de Laurentiis look sane!”

“Stop. Enough. What kind of movie are we talking here, Renato?”

 

“Diva! Divissima!”

Sonia was a little irritated by the man at her feet. This was the famous man whose work had relaunched a dozen careers out of nothing? This was the auteur that still manage to bring the masses to the theaters?

She smiled. As she had learned, in situations were you can’t do anything else, smile.

The man groveled at her feet. She could see his bald spot and his longish hair and wonder what might have possessed her to come here and meet him. It certainly wasn’t the money, although the producer had agreed to the frankly rather obscene sum Renato had demanded without even discussing. Truly, the ways of Hollywood were changing …

No, it was something else … Her transformation might have changed something about her perception of herself too. If she had, well, not exactly hidden from the public, she had tried to maintain her mystique and her legend. No one wanted to see a decrepit old woman that had once been Sonia Laurent!

As she was now, though … Well, this was a Sonia Laurent people would adore. This wouldn’t ruin her legend, it would expand it, make it even more fascinating, even immortal!

Maybe it was that …

“Signor Barese, are you alright?”

The man looked up to her like a child on prima communione and sighed:

“I am more than alright … I have never been better. To be in your presence …”

She felt flattered, she would admit it. But the man … He was also … annoying. His interest in her feet … She had met all sorts, but he was rather intense.

Well, maybe she had to handle it in an appropriate way. She breathed in deeply, her now fuller bust straining slightly against the dark green satin dress she had put on for the occasion, and said forcefully:

“Get up and talk to me.”

The man instantly complied, kneeling in front of her and then getting to his feet. He negligently rearranged his hair and then smiled slyly at her.

“Of course, Signora.”

His accent was atrocious, even with such a simple word. She kept smiling.

“I have skimmed the script you sent me, and I do not understand. What are you trying to achieve?”

Suddenly, the awkwardness disappeared from the man’s face and body. He was in his element.

“Signora, the film will be called ‘Lord of Radiance – Chronicles of the Empyrean War’. It will be an homage, no, a veneration of the classic sci-fi epics of the age! I have been dreaming of this film for ages and now, my producer has finally agreed! It will have it all. I have already found the perfect crew for the practical effects. I have secured a cache of original film stock I will use. I even managed to locate one of Kubrick’s original NASA lenses from Barry Lyndon! It is in marvelous shape and the director of photography is already getting used to it. It will be incredible! We will be shooting at Cinecittà, which you might find practical …”

She nodded slowly as the man’s enthusiasm almost swept her away. It was a bit hard to follow all those things. He was already talking about the score, about trying to figure out the correct composition of the music, the idea of hiring Giorgio Moroder, or even getting one of Morricone’s students to create a pastiche …

At last, she raised her hand like a schoolgirl, with maybe a hint of mockery.

“Signor Barese, this is all wonderful and I am excited for it, but … please … Explain it to me as you would a child. What is the point of the movie?”

“The film. It’s a film. I don’t do movies.”

“The film, then. What are you trying to say?”

He looked at her. The faint amusement, the annoyance, the mockery, the superiority …

“You are perfect. Absolutely perfect.”

He grabbed his camera and took a picture of her.

“This will be it. You will see. It will be incredible.”

 

“You humans love the happy ending, the ‘… and they lived happily ever after’. I have studied you and your stories and they are your greatest delusion! Happiness … forever? It’s not even foolish, it’s a contradiction.”

Sonia towered over the boyish young man that was a quarter her age. He was quite short, and was probably about her size, but she was wearing those absurd heels and the bizarre golden armor was just making her look even taller with its giant helmet with its golden plumes and horns. It looked like a Jack Kirby-Thierry Mugler-collaboration, and it weighed a ton, though she could deal with it quite well. The thing encased her body all over, while somehow displaying every bit of her muscular physique. While it was certainly odd, it did make her feel powerful …

The young actor pushed out his chin:

“No! You are wrong! We will win! And we will be together!”

She walked down the stairs of the throne room confidently. She had practiced this for two hours yesterday, just to make sure she didn’t take a tumble. The whole hall was blacklit, and though the set designer had found a way to combine the black marble/PVC-look with something offering a bit of a grip, she still had to be very careful.

Sonia could literally sense the sharp breath of the director as she managed her descent on the first try, looking regal.

She was now upon him, looking down on the boy from a foot above. She looked him in the eyes. For a moment, she felt the lines she was given. This movie was rather shlocky, and everyone was encouraged to chew any available scenery, and yet, sometimes, the script allowed them a certain vulnerability.

“And so you will.” She smiled softly, as if remembering her own path. “For one precious moment, the fairy tale will come true. Maybe you defeat me. Maybe you kill me. Maybe I flee. You celebrate, you kiss your bride, you free the oppressed. You end their suffering.” Her smile turned sardonic. “Then, slowly, the world will reassert itself. You won’t break the old relations. You won’t be able to dismiss my servants. You won’t hold this ragtag alliance of yours together. And …” She sighed. “You will find out that marrying the princess is easier than being married to her.”

She caressed his cheek. The young man shot her a look of disgust.

“It will be a slow, hidden change. You will come to tolerate the casual cruelty. And as you do, you will lose your allies. It won’t be quick. You will only notice when it’s already too late. Then, finally, you will either become like me, or understand you should have left me in charge …”

She could feel her intensity radiating down on him. His face was twisted with rage:

“No! NO! NEVER!”

He screamed at her and, he would later be unable to say why, pushed her.

For a moment, she felt panic run through her. The crew gasped. The young man realized what he had done. With the costume, she would fall over and hurt herself. Worse still, she would look stupid! The whole scene would …

Instinctively, somehow, instead of taking a step back or tumbling down, she caught his hand, and just tossed him away, her muscles tensing, but holding her balance.

The spell broke.

Mister Barese’s face was transfixed by the scene. He stared at them with gaping mouth and then finally yelled “Cut!”, while already running on the stage, probably to save her from falling over. In mid-sprint, he realized she wasn’t going to, stopped, slid on the marble and fell to his knees, somehow managing to upend himself and land next to her.

“Brava! Bravissima! Thank you, Signora, I am … I am floored. You are truly divine!”

She stared at him, raised her hand to calm him, the young man got up at the same time, terrified by what had just happened, as her assistant came over to support her if she wanted to get off the scene to sit down …

The whole situation was escalating around her, but somehow, she felt incredibly calm. To her surprise, the only thing that worried her was whether they had caught the whole thing on camera.

 

Late that evening, with the shooting of the day finished, everybody tried to relax. They had finished most of the scenes in the throne room, with only the big fight waiting for them near the end of the schedule. It was a warm, surprisingly lush night, and Sonia was happy to be out of the costume and back in her comfortable everyday clothes. The crew was finishing for the day, which would probably take another hour or so, so she walked over to the young man, who was on his phone.

As she approached, he blushed:

“Ma’am, I didn’t want to hurt you. Please accept my apology! It was … I don’t know what happened.”

“It’s nothing. A flight of passion … This is what it is all about. Did you hurt yourself when you landed?”

“No, I caught myself. I practiced judo since I was a little kid, and you basically get tossed around all the time.”

“Good! Still, I think you owe me …”

“Uh … What do you have in mind?”

“How about we join the caterers for an hour or so and you assist me in making ravioli for the crew? I think they deserve it after all the excitement!”

He laughed:

“Ma’am, that sounds like a wonderful idea.”

She flashed him a smile, took his hand and led him to the catering area.

 

The young person on the screen was very excited.

“Okay, everybody, here it is: The reaction video so many of you have requested! Seriously, my social media have been flooded, flooded I say, by you! telling me to look at this, and you know me … I have great self-control. I literally managed to not look at it immediately, so, everybody, you are now going to witness me, StarA, react to the trailer of ‘Lord of Radiance – Chronicles of the Empyrean War’ by Gus Barese. So, let’s look at it …”

“Hooolyyy … I need to stop right now. Did you see her? This is Sonia Laurent. The Sonia Laurent. She looks … incredible. Is that makeup? It’s gotta be. I mean, Barese said he wouldn’t do any digital effects … Everybody, this is Oscar material … I mean, if they really managed to make her look like that … Wow. This is … okay, get this. Sonia Laurent is over eighty. And this … Whoa. Whoa. And that outfit. Gotta admit, I don’t know if any current actress or actor would be in that shape, other than right during filming some over the top superhero movie! I need to see more …”

“Stop. Stop. Stop … Wow. I have to take a breath here. This is … incredible. Even the trailer says masterpiece. The duel scene … You see, this is an allusion to the 1919 lost film ‘Mistrz Słońca’ by Łukasz Góragranicz. The main characters fight using the blades of the sun, and they did that early special effect by literally painting over the film. It’s a similar technique used in ‘Das Kabinett des Doktor Caligari’ a year later.”

“Seriously, how is she even moving in that outfit … And those muscles … You know I love classic action movies of the 1980ies, but … wow … Sonia Laurent is giving Linda Hamilton a run for her money here! For the friends of corny movies: Rachel McLish was smaller than that in Aces: Iron Eagle III. And the thing is, not to dump on world class athletes, but it’s obvious that not only does Sonia Laurent look incredible, she also can act!”

“Everybody, this is the smirk that launches a thousand memes!”

 

“Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome … Sonia Laurent!”

The band played the theme of The Ride of the Dead King and the actress walked in from backstage. She was wearing an emerald green strapless gown that clung to her muscular physique. Her tanned, ripped shoulders were on full display and she had all the elegance of a prima ballerina at the peak of her career. The host got up and came to greet her, somewhat dwarfed by her due to the vertiginous heels she was wearing. First, he offered her his hand, but then she pulled him in and embraced him, kissing him on both cheeks.

He turned to the audience with a blushing, delighted smile, gestured at her, she set a hand against her broad, inviting chest, gave him a delighted smile. The spectators cheered, she threw kisses at them, then he led her to his table.

They both sat down as the applause died down and he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Sonia, it’s amazing to have you here!”

“I am delighted to be invited, Frederico.” Somehow, her accent was shining through a little more, and her deep, breathy voice only made her more alluring.

“Just say Freddy. Everybody does.”

“I will do my best, but you know I am an old woman.” She gave him a mock nana-like look.

He played along:

“Yes, obviously, this is the first thing I thought of when I saw you: ‘she looks like a fragile little old lady.’ Must be someone’s grandmother …”

They laughed. The audience joined in.

“I just try to keep fit. Regular exercise does wonders!”

“Sonia, I exercise regularly.” The audience chuckled. “Once a month is regular!” He made a gesture of submission. “But … this … just how strong are you?”

“Ah, just a little, you know. I no longer have to ask my grandson to open the jars in the kitchen when I make lasagna …”

“I hope he doesn’t feel useless now.”

“No, he is still there to help eat the lasagna!”

They laughed.

“Seriously, though, I … I have to ask. Do you want to arm-wrestle?”

The audience cheered.

“What is that?”

“Uh … You put your arms like this, and then you push …”

“Ah! Il braccio di ferro! The arm of iron!”

“Is this what it is called? Amazing. I like that. How do you say it? Bracha di ferow?”

“Braccio di ferro!”

“I could listen to you roll your Rs all day, you know?”

She smiled, charmed by the compliment. He asked:

“So, braccio di ferro?”

“If you insist … But don’t blame me, Freddy, if you win.”

“I doubt I will.”

They clasped and pushed. It went back and forth a bit, but soon, Sonia realized she was indeed stronger than the young man. She liked that. When she did slam the back of his hand against the table, the audience clapped. Sonia was amazed and decided she’d have to talk to the doctor again …

 

“Bisnonna, why are you all painted? Are you going to an art exhibit?”

Claudia frowned at her great-grandmother with the practiced look of a child used to the grown-ups’ weirdness. Her granddaughter had really needed someone to take care of the girl for a week and since Sonia’s daughter Roberta felt a little tired after her hip replacement, the task of watching over Claudia had fallen to her.

The girl had certainly livened up the house since, even if it meant putting a dent in Sonia’s preparations. After much hesitation, she had finally caved in to her own pride and decided to compete in a bodybuilding show.

The little girl had been a little confused by the whole concept, but after explaining that it was a kind of pageant, she understood. Of course, then she asked: “Are they all as old as you there? And why do you need to get painted?”

The trainer she had hired to prepare for the show chuckled:

“That’s so the judges can see her muscles better.”

“But her muscles are so big already. How can they even not see them?”

Sonia couldn’t help agreeing. The last half year had been incredible. The doctor had increased the dosage of her drug and the effect had surprised them all. Somehow, it really stimulated the growth of her muscles, and she had quickly loaded up on mass, going from a level appropriate for fitness to one of lightweight bodybuilding, bordering on midweight. Also, it had rejuvenated her a little more, looking more like a woman in her forties. It was hard to tell. Her face radiated experience and confidence, while her skin suggested she wasn’t a day over thirty. She loved it!

The trainer continued applying the fake tan and the makeup. Sonia explained:

“It’s like in film, you know? The lights are very strong so you can see everything well, but if you use so much light, everybody looks really pale. This is why actors have to wear makeup on stage and in the movies.”

“Is this why the women always wake up with lipstick in the morning?”

“In the movies, yes. Or if you had a marvelous evening and forgot to take off the makeup.”

“Because I used my makeup once, and when I woke up, there were smudges all over my pillow and Mamma was really furious! She said that Nonna Roberta shouldn’t always give me stupid presents! And then Nonna Roberta was angry when I told her. And then Mamma was angry with me because I told her.”

“But you apologized, didn’t you?”

“I tried to clean it first.”

“Did it make everything worse?”

Claudia couldn’t help grinning.

“Yes!”

“There. I think you learned something.”

“I did?”

“You did.”

The trainer smirked and said:

“Alright, this should do it. Now we try the suit, okay?”

“Please.”

Claudia watched as the coach helped her great-grandmother put on the emerald green posing suit.

“It’s so sparkly! I love it. Mamma says I can’t have a swimsuit like that.”

“She is right.”

“Bah! I want a sparkly suit too!”

“You just have to ask your Nonna …”

The trainer had to repress a laugh.

Finally dressed, Sonia set herself in position. Her body was impressive, alright. The treatment had tightened her skin over those muscles and they looked all tense and energetic now. Her pecs supported her revitalized breasts, her abs were cobblestones carved from her tanned skin, and her biceps bulged hard from her strong arms. She went through the poses, flexing them in turn and showing off their mass and symmetry. Claudia followed her movements, obviously impressed. The trainer called out the various poses and said:

“Very well. I think you might be able to win this!”

 

“Over the last decades, the sport of bodybuilding has existed mostly out of media attention. After a burst of popularity due to the success of Arnold Schwarzenegger as a mainstream actor, it had returned to a niche occupation. Now, to the world’s surprise, the comeback of Sonia Laurent and her subsequent athletic career have reinvigorated the sport and it has become surprisingly popular among older women!”

The presenter smiled at the camera as it panned out.

“Today on Verba Manent, we talk about the challenge to female esthetics presented by Sonia Laurent in her new role as a bodybuilder. For this, we have invited philosopher Emmanuele Specchia, political scientist Diana Lancia, theologian Pio Bordoni and of course, Sonia Laurent herself.”

The camera showed each participant in turn. The bearded philosopher with his subtle smile and tweed jacket, the short-haired, slim scientist with her wary eyes and black turtleneck, the priest, his bushy dark eyebrows contrasting his bald head and his slight nervousness shimmering in his eyes. For the occasion, he was dressed in the simple suit of a priest, collar visible.

The camera lingered on Sonia, however. She was wearing an incredible robe, cut from navy blue silk, shining and marvelous. The dress showed off her rounded, strong shoulders, the auburn hair cascading down her back. Her chest was broad now, supporting an ample bosom and tapering down to a slim, strong waist. Her legs were columnlike and powerful and she was wearing simple sandals, that only underlined the absolute ease with which she lived her sexiness.

She smiled at the camera, her eyes smoldering.

The camera returned to the presenter, a tanned gentleman of indeterminate age and impeccable sense of dress.

“Let us begin right away with Signora Laurent. In a way, Signora, you are a reverse Schwarzenegger, aren’t you?”

She smiled and replied:

“But weren’t we both at our strongest in the eighties?”

The philosopher produced a chuckle, while the scientist still seemed vaguely intimidated. The priest seemed a tad confused.

“I meant because you were a successful actress first, and then a bodybuilder.”

“Yes, I think you might be on to something. Although we both started our careers by being famous for our chests!”

Another chuckle, a frown from Diana Lancia and a blush from Monsignor Bordoni.

The host nodded:

“You are right, of course. So, tell us. What is it like to win the Ms. Olympia?”

“It’s a bit like winning an Oscar, but you have to worry less about your dress.”

The host, normally known for his stoic nature, bit his lip for a moment.

“It is impressive. Let us just take a look at your presentation.”

On the screen, Sonia walked on stage her heavyweight body a perfect sculpture of muscle. Her symmetry was obvious even to the casual observer and her physique was amazingly defined. She was wearing a dark green posing suit which revealed everything. With a smile at the judges which almost suggested a faint timidity, she started her presentation. There was a perfect fluidity in her movement, something which was even more unbelievable given her age. Every flex was precise and intense, making her strong muscles bulge and harden at will.

Her show was more of a dance, full of little, elegant movements that really teased the audience. She let her glutes jiggle for a fraction of a moment before hardening them with a quick flex, then demonstrated the control over her back muscles with a wavy motion that reminded the spectators of an Indian dance …

As the clip ended, the camera showed the reactions. The philosopher was clearly impressed, while the political scientist was obviously still making up her mind. The theologian, though, was absolutely outraged. Sonia smiled enigmatically, just enjoying the moment.

The host asked:

“Monsignore, I believe you want to say something right away?”

The cleric took a deep breath and launched into a tirade:

“What is this? Why is this even shown on the television? This is not just sinful. This is an affront against God himself! Look at it: This woman has always been a public danger. We thought she mellowed with age and understood her role, but this? This is …”

Diana Lancia leaned over to him and raised an eyebrow:

“You had your difficulties averting your eyes, Monsignor …”

“I was only looking to be indignant over this.”

There was the slightest smile on the old woman’s face:

“Then you did very well. I am proud that you are still able to fulfil this important role in our society.”

The priest glared at her, while the philosopher leaned back and tried to find some common ground.

“Monsignor, how about you consider Signora Laurent’s performance as art? How different is her work from the sculptures of Donatello or, for that matter, of the paintings of Michelangelo? You do have a fair share of very … muscular women in the Sistine Chapel. And few of them are as amazingly, well, detailed, as Signora Laurent?”

The theologian’s eyes narrowed, while the political scientist bit down on her finger.

Sonia smiled. She adored this whole situation …

 

Epilogue

The sun was out and the lake was glittering in the distance. It was a marvelous early morning and the air was still cool, which suited Sonia fine. Today was arms day and she was going to make the most of it. A few years ago, she had a special custom rubber surface installed on this part of her garden which could deal with the enormous weights she had been using lately.

The dumbbells she had prepared today were special one-of-a-kind pieces, constructed from a special alloy that would challenge her with its weight while not getting overly massive. Having built her muscles for over twenty years now, her mass had grown so much that it was quite useful to not bog down her range of motion with big lumps of iron. Also, she enjoyed the elegance as well as the practicality.

As she started pumping out slow, painfully controlled repetitions, she couldn’t help realizing just how lucky she had been. Some scientists had finally discovered that the drug she had used back then interacted with some genetic sequence activated by an epigenetic trigger or some other biological vocabulary, and this had triggered her transformation and progress.

They were working on making this replicable, but for now, it was still a miracle by itself.

Sonia no had stopped competing in bodybuilding shows a decade ago. When invited, she would occasionally appear for a guest posing, displaying the famous “Laurent Body”, which had been immortalized in the trophy of the Classico d’Italia, usually referred to as the Sonia Laurent Classic.

By now, she had outgrown that little statue, but she still found it all very flattering.

Competing didn’t make much sense, and she considered it somewhat demeaning for the other participants. Even the guest presentations had the tendency to ruin everybody’s palate.

Not many celebrities had actually spawned a church of sorts that actually venerated her as a goddess, even if she found the idea both blasphemous and somewhat concerning. Tragically, Sonia had to agree with her venerators: She was, in her way, superhuman.

She finished her set and lowered the absurdly heavy dumbbell on the rubber, then stretched and flexed her arms. The mass of ripped muscle that brusquely erupted from it was incredible. She wondered if she would ever have enough …

She bounced her pecs just for fun and then ran her fingers down her cobblestone abs. Being massive and feeling young and strong was just incredible! At almost a hundred years old, she had to admit to a certain pride in her physique.

Just as she was starting to feel the tingle of lust, she heard her phone beep its alarm.

She had to get ready! Claudia was going to be here in an hour, and she still had to put everything away, shower, and get dressed. Over the last year, her great-granddaughter had started training with her once a week to compensate for all the sitting at the university. The girl wasn’t making much progress, obviously, but they were having fun and it was a thing they could enjoy together.

As Sonia quickly put away the weights and wiped down her equipment, she wondered whether Claudia also had this special gene set. Maybe she would be able to really train with her one day …

She would see. After all, she had all the time in the world!

[El_Roy_1999]

This story is a sequel to The Changing Mood (https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1112141).

The Changing Mood – Beyond
After her transformation and her brother’s defeat, Helen is settling in her new role. Her relationship with his ex is improving quickly, but then, things get more intense.

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/1148926

And here is your preview: 

The last few weeks had been tough on everybody. Helen was at the center of the whole typhoon that swept through her family, and somehow managed to keep her calm while everything around her was torn apart.

First, there were her parents.

They started at:

“What in the world gave you the idea to just take some random drugs from the fridge?

Then her mother escalated to:

“I can’t believe you kept using them! I always thought you were the intelligent one!”

This prompted Nick to protest weakly with a “Hey!”, but her mother shut him down: “We all know the way it is. But still!”

Then her dad went all in, howling:

“What the hell did you do to yourself? Why? Why would you want to be like … this?”

When she didn’t answer immediately, her mother surprisingly came to her rescue:

“Well, you could have locked up your highly illegal and easy to misuse drugs instead of just letting them lie around in the fridge!”

Which led to the tried and tested:

“They weren’t in THE fridge! They were in MY fridge!”

To which followed:

“YOUR fridge? I don’t know why Mister Midlife Crisis needs his own fridge in his man-cave! Ah, no! I know! Because he has the need to poison our daughter!”

By then, Helen knew she was safe.

“Poison? She did that to herself! This isn’t my fault! Maybe you shouldn’t have pampered Nick like that? But here you are, he’s always been your wonderful little son. It’s the way they say: Moms make Machos!”

“Nobody says that! And besides, what should I do? He’s so helpless and naïve!”

“Hey!”

Helen just leaned back as the old people had their old people moment. She casually started rubbing her cock, enjoying the tingling feeling of a coming erection. Aah … This was incredible. She just loved it. She scratched her mighty chest and watched casually as they all shouted at each other.

Deep inside, she already knew how it would end.

They would accept it. They always accepted whatever she did. In the end, they would even be proud of her. Simply because Nick would invariably do something stupid, which would then make her look bright in contrast.

She sighed deeply as her cock started to rise and tent her underpants.

It was her dad’s turn:

“At least, I keep my drugs in my fridge in the basement! I don’t hide them stupidly in the bedroom like Nick!”

And her mom:

“What? Nick? You also have drugs in your bedroom?”

“Uh, Mom, they’re my … supplements?”

“What!”

And there it was. Helen casually stood up as her mother dragged Nick after her, howling and clamoring all the way upstairs. The musclegirl adjusted her pants and stretched her massive torso, then grinned at her father. The old man seemed quite intimidated by her display.

Then she said:

“Don’t worry, she’ll calm down soon.”

Her dad wasn’t sure of how to reply to this and just watched as Helen walked over to the toilet. She had to empty her balls stat!

So that was number one.

 

Number two was dealing with Nick. After a solid chewing out by his mother, he came over to join her in the garden. Helen was doing pull-ups on the bar she had recently installed there, casually hoisting up her heavily-muscled body and just enjoying its power. She was feeling horny again … Maybe she would ‘water the plants’ later on …

There was another thing: Ever since she had gained that wonderful cock, she just enjoyed pissing standing up. It was a bit of a statement for her, and it was a little gross too, but then again, if you got it, flaunt it.

Nick walked up to her and it was obvious he was intimidated by her power.

“Uh … Helen …”

“Yeah?”

She turned around on the bar, still hanging leisurely from it, her muscle-wrapped arms pumped from the effort.

“There’s … There’s the thing about what happened …”

“About when you sucked my dick before getting it rammed up your butt?”

He was a little shocked by her just mentioning this so casually, but he had to admit that he had mostly enjoyed it. He blushed.

“Yes …”

“That was great fun. I never thought my brother had it in him … Hah! Okay, this one was unintentional!”

She laughed and swung herself on the bar with one mighty pull. Once she sat up there she asked:

“So, is that it, or do you have anything else to say?”

He hesitated. At last, he managed to summon enough courage to speak:

“The thing is, I’m going to move out. I need my distance and with you … around … it’s just too hard, you see?”

Helen rolled down from the bar, suspending herself by the hollow of the knee. Upside down, she pulled herself up a bit with her ripped abs and grinned:

“Good plan!”

She gave him a thumbs up that was actually a thumbs down. Then she did a few suspended crunches.

“Aren’t you going to say something?”

“Should I? I mean, it’s a good idea!”

“I … I expected that you’d be sorry …”

“Sorry for what, Nick?”

“For taking Anastasia from me.”

“Why should I? It’s her free choice, isn’t it?”

She pulled herself back up, and dropped down, holding herself with just one hand. She pointed at the massive bulge in her pants.

“Listen, Nick, maybe you should have gotten yourself a girlfriend that isn’t such a cock-hungry slut? I mean, I’m sure there’s plenty of girls that would love having an average buff dude and be happy. But I can understand that she just wants an alpha.”

She could see that this one had stung. She dropped to the ground.

“Okay, sorry. I don’t mean to make you feel down. I love you, you’re my brother. And I just maybe overdid it, but it was the intensity of it all … And you could have been less annoying back when you were still Mister Buff!”

“I’m still Mister Buff!”

“Yeah, but now I’m Mistress Buffer!”

She guffawed and kissed him on the forehead.

“Don’t worry, everything will be great. I’ll even help you to carry your furniture!”

He leaned against her broad shoulder and sighed:

“Thank you …”

She patted his back and then accompanied him inside. He was a little pathetic, but he was her brother.

 

Which led to number three!

Helen had successfully claimed her father’s man-cave and there, she could really pump her muscles up. Since she loved a good show, she called Anastasia to come over, and the bimbo had immediately obliged, getting to Helen’s place as fast as her high-heels allowed.

She stepped down the stairs on her six-inchers, wearing a tiny pink miniskirt that was basically a broader belt that barely covered her round, pert little butt and her plump pussy. She had recently started getting fillers on her face to look even more plastic and bimboish, and Helen loved it. Anastasia’s tits were barely covered by a rather flimsy white top that was moments away from becoming transparent and also offered generous cleavage down to her bellybutton, which now also sported a nice little chain of cutesy bling.

The girl looked at Helen with the combined expression of a happy puppy and all the horny teenagers at the same time.

“Hi!”

Helen grinned. She was just doing chest flies, enjoying the burn the machine put on her muscles. She had just shot herself up with more of that stuff, and she could feel that her whole body was ready to go.

“Hrnk!” She grunted as she continued her set. “Good to have you here …”

Anastasia licked her lips when she saw Helen’s cock twitch in her sweatpants. The bimbo girl walked over to her lover, swinging her hips. She didn’t even hesitate. The moment she was in front of the machine, she dropped on her knees in one surprisingly elegant, fluid motion and even while Helen continued her pumping, she freed her cock from those pants and started caressing and worshipping it. She covered it in kisses, leaving lip-shaped spots on it, then attacked the cockhead with the ravenous appetite of a starved tiger.

Helen groaned as she felt Anastasia’s warm mouth on her shaft. It was as amazing as always. That girl just loved cock, and she adored Helen’s!

She continued her workout, while Anastasia’s tongue danced over her rod. By the time the set was finished, she was shaking with effort and horniness.

The girl licked her overinflated lips and gasped:

“Oooh, Helen, you’re sooo pumped … I just love your big, strong muscles! You’re sooo much bigger than Nick …”

These words really made Helen’s cock twitch some more. The idea that she surpassed her idiot brother in every way … yeah, it did turn her on.

She stroked her fat cock and smiled:

“Yeah, it’s pretty huge … I love how I’m the alpha in this family now.”

“In my family too … You’re probably one of the biggest dudes anyway!”

Before Helen could reply, Anastasia had pulled that tiny top sideways, flopping out her huge fake tits. Helen’s eyes flashed for a moment. This was an amazing sight! Apparently, the girl also had her nipples pierced.  Helen’s cock twitched:

“Wow … I like those!”

She grabbed the little bars with her strong fingers and gave them a little pull.

Anastasia sighed hornily:

“Be carefuuul … They’re still all fresh …”

“Damn, I love your fake tits, and those are just the icing on top!”

The bimbo girl giggled happily:

“Yeah, I asked the piercer, and he said it wouldn’t be any problem with me nursing any kids …”

Helen was a bit surprised by the mention, but the idea of knocking her girl up …

“Seriously?”

“Yeah! I totally wanna have your kids! Maybe not right now … but eventually, absolutely! I mean, you’re one amazing person and I love you, so … why not?”

Helen wasn’t sure what to make of this. She was still young, and she didn’t have a job that really paid for anything, so …

“Uh … Just talk to me before you get off the pill, right?”

“Sure!”

The bimbo girl came closer now and leaned forward to wrap those two big tits around Helen’s dick. Then she started rubbing her orbs up and down the other girl’s shaft. Helen grinned and then bit her lip. Now that was a sight … She sighed happily. Oh yesss …

Anastasia continued her worship of Helen’s cock, kissing it, licking it, letting her tongue dance along its tip, all the while rubbing her tits against it. Helen continued watching her, then decided it was time to get on with it.

She gently moved the girl off her lap, feeling a slight disappointment as the girl’s warm tits separated themselves from her shaft. Still, more was to come …

Helen directed Anastasia to the mat on the ground and the girl eagerly got on all fours, then set her face against the mat and spread her legs, her plump pussy wet and inviting. The bodybuilder girl got behind her, running her strong hands up Anastasia’s slim back. She forced her further down, then reached around, gripping the slightly squished fake tits.

“Yeah … This feels so amazing …”

Anastasia answered with a coo:

“Oh yesss … Put your cock deep into me, Helen …”

The musclegirl obliged and slapped the bimbo’s fake ass into shape, making it quiver.

“Damn, I love this body of yours … You’re so fake and so sexy!”

“Hey, I’m all real for you!”

“Yeah, and I love it.”

Helen took her big dick, still wet from Anastasia’s mouth, in her hand and slowly pushed it down the girl’s ass. Anastasia breathed in sharply.

“Oooh …”

She bent her back through as far as she could and Helen started sliding her cock in and out of the girl’s butthole. She reached around her and started rubbing the girl’s clit. Anastasia sighed, then started moaning happily as the big-cocked musclewoman pistonned her ass, slapping her muscle packed hips against the girl’s cheeks.

“Heeeleeeeen …”

The bimbo girl gasped for air, totally ecstatic about Helen’s treatment. The musclegirl grabbed those inflated buttcheeks and pounded her like a jackhammer, her muscles swelling from the effort. She could feel Anastasia’s internal muscles tighten around her rod, and it was divine …

“God, you’re such a wonderful screw, Anastasiaaaa …”

The girl under her just answered with short, happy breaths, losing her mind under the power of her uber-muscular girlfriend. Helen felt her balls spasm happily. It wasn’t long now! She leaned in on the girl, letting her heavily muscled body bear down on her. She was just on the verge of cumming when the girl produced a long, drawn-out squeal that just sent Helen over the edge. She felt the walls of Anastasia’s butthole shiver and tighten around her and it was as if she was getting milked at full power.

She came with her own roar, pumping her cum into the girl’s ass while pushing her along the mat, desperate to get even deeper into her.

At last, the tension subsided and she lay down next to her, letting Anastasia’s slim back rest against her own broad chest. Helen happily played with the girl’s big fake bimbo tits and just enjoyed how much that girl was willing to do just to keep her happy and horny.

Anastasia produced happy little moans as Helen’s cock eventually retreated out of the girl’s butt and rested all flaccid but thick against her hamstrings.

Helen chuckled:

“That was fun … I mean, I should probably fuck your pussy too, what with you needing to be all pumped up with my cum, but … wow … You really are amazing …”

“Takes one to know one, Helen …”

The bimbo took Helen’s arm and kissed her hand, then directed the other woman’s powerful arm to her crotch. Helen immediately obliged, playing with the girl’s clit.

“Next time you go to the piercer, you should get your clit done too … I’d like that!”

“For you, anything …”

“Nice!”

“There’s one thing, though …”

[El_Roy_1999]

For all those who enjoyed Man of the House, here’s the sequel!

Master of the House
Jake’s mother Taylor has transformed herself into an alpha male. Now, she is reaching for the stars, becoming even more powerful and manly. For Jake, this has unsettling consequences …
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/1153272

Here’s the preview: 

Jake looked at his reflection. He had just finished shaving his cheeks and neck, which had invariably led to him cutting himself on that particularly annoying nub that had formed under his skin at some point. He found a tissue and dabbed at the bleeding spot, cursing at his own clumsiness. At least, he had had the mind of not already putting on his shirt first. The idea of getting blood on the collar made him groan. The tissue stuck to his skin now, developing a red spot where the blood had soaked it. He looked back up at the mirror. 
“Fuck, Jake. You look like shit.”
He ran his hand through his thinning hair. Fuck. If he didn’t arrange it the right way, the lines of scalp were getting pretty obvious. He pulled the tissue away and it started bleeding again. With a groan of frustration, he stuck it back on. His phone beeped. 
Shit. 
He had to go. 
As he slipped his shirt on, careful not to let any blood run from the tissue, he stopped and stared at his growing belly. He was so out of shape, it was a shame. When did it start to slip?
He had finished college, had found a job at Ranson & Barr, a solid, if boring company that sold tractor accessories all over the country. After a short period on sales during which he had the vague idea that he was getting results, he had been promoted, and was now in charge of two dozen guys which did the job he had liked to do. 
Meanwhile, it was his duty now to annoy them, make their lives complicated and compile reports. So many reports. It was a strange kind of hell. On the one hand, he earned good money in his position, nothing crazy, but still so much that quitting that job in his mid-forties was a bad plan. On the other hand, the job was an absolute dead end, he found it frustrating and his “underlings” despised him. The higher-ups had made it clear that further promotions were out of the question, simply because the next step up was reserved for the owning families and their friends, and if there was one thing Jake was bad at, it was making friends. 
He wasn’t completely unlikeable, but … his social life was deeply clumsy. 
Maybe one could call him boring? 
Still, things were frustrating. 
He grabbed his company tie, flipped up his collar and tied it around his neck, grinning darkly at its noose-look. 
As he did that, the tissue came loose. 
The bleeding had stopped, everything was fine … except the drops of blood on the tissue hadn’t dried completely yet, and he found himself with a streak of red on his collar. 
He howled in frustration. 
Why did this shit always happen to him?

Ten minutes later, a very sweaty Jake in a new shirt ran to his car, got in and started it. As he drove down the road, he deliberately averted his eyes so he wouldn’t risk seeing … Taylor. 
His mother. 
Or whatever she had become now. 
She lived close-by in this rather fancy neighborhood and he would occasionally see her as she jogged by or drove around in her sportscar. Or she would just be on a billboard. Or on TV. Or on the radio. Or …
It was a constant pain in Jake’s life to see her … no … him everywhere. It was really hard to avoid Taylor. His mother was now in her sixties, and she was incredible. Through constant and hard training, she had built a massive physique that had matured perfectly. She looked enormous, with a massive muscle-chest, shoulders like basketballs and a neck like a tree trunk. At the same time, she had made sure she looked amazing, and seriously, Taylor looked younger and more intense than Jake. She had this massive square jaw now, a perfectly shaved full beard, and elegantly styled, yet vaguely wild hair. Of course, there were no bald spots or anything. 
Taylor was a frequent guest on talk shows and was often invited to important meetings. It was hard to miss her. She would show up in a bespoke suit, would take off the jacket and fold it neatly, then roll up her sleeves and show off her enormous muscle-packed arms and answer any questions with a deep and confident voice. The audience would hang at her lips and everything she said was instant quotable wisdom!
The self-help books for men alone were making her wealthy, but the gyms, the health food, the potency help and the product endorsements made her rich. 
Winning the Mister Olympia five times in a row before deciding that it just wasn’t a challenge anymore was just peak Taylor. Of course, she would keep showing up as a guest poser and still outdo the actual competitors, but it would all be “in good fun”. The expressions on the other athletes’ faces was … priceless. 
In a way, Taylor was the chadest of gigachads. She had singlehandedly redefined what it meant to be a man. Strong, elegant, charming, sensual, always respectful, with a vaguely ironic sense of humor … Every man wanted to be … him. Or at least some aspect of him. 
Of course, being Jake was a disappointment. 
Taylor would keep him around at first, at least as long as Jake tolerated it. He would hang out with her at the pool parties, at the conferences and at the big events. Taylor constantly tried to give Jake some kind of spot in the limelight. Of course, Taylor would not introduce him as her son, but would go for a vague “little brother – nephew” thing. The sheer energy his mother radiated was enough to make Jake moderately popular, but it was all just reflecting the light of her sun, with him as some kind of weak-ass moon. 
And then, there were the pep talks. 
Even thinking about them now made Jake wince. It was just excruciating. She would do her best to get him to work out, to upgrade his wardrobe, to get a better haircut, and lately, a hair transplant. She offered to pay for everything, no problem, he just had to say yes and work for it, and she would carry him along to the top. 
Yeah, right. 
Instead, Jake tried to reach his dad, who had disappeared from his life all those years ago. That was another disappointment. It turned out that he had produced three more half-siblings for Jake with as many women, which he mostly ignored. The whole family situation was dire and in a way, he just wanted to be rid of all of them. 
Which was the lone bright spot in his dreary life. 
Amy. 
He reached into the pocket of his jacket. The ring was there. He had checked five times already. After work, he would go and pick her up at her office downtown, he’d have a nice dinner with her, and then, he’d pop the question!
He was nervous again, but in a good way. 
With a sigh, he parked the car and got out. Just nine hours of tedium, and then … the moment of truth.

He got out of the office a bit later than planned, which meant he would have to run. He stormed downstairs, jumped into the car and drove swiftly, yet within the speed limits. Taylor would probably just put the pedal to the metal and raced there. In a high-powered sports car, no less. Or a racing motorbike. 
Jake reached Amy’s office and got out of the car. He rang and was buzzed in, went past her secretary and knocked on the door of her office a bit after opening it. 
She looked up: 
“Oh, Jake! It’s you. Hi! I was … I was just about to finish up and …”
She blushed. 
God, she was so cute … 
She was a little younger than him, a glorious redhead at 5’2”, with a nice, curvy body and some wonderful breasts. They were rather large and heavy, and he loved to play around with them. Amy was perfect … She had the brains and the beauty, and the money too … 
Jake had met her three years ago, and their friendship had quickly evolved into love. He adored her and Amy just loved spending time with him. She was also impressed by his dependable nature, his relaxed attitude to taking on household chores and his general lack of stupid machismo. Jake showed no problems with her earning good money and being in charge, and this relaxed her tremendously. 
He smiled: 
“Should I wait for a moment? I can …”
“No, no, come in and I’m sure I can finish this tomorrow.”
He took a deep breath. Okay. Here goes nothing …
He walked over to her, dropped on one knee in front of her and opened the little box. 
“Amy Jonas … Will you marry me?”
She looked at him with sparkling eyes and a big smile, blushing happily. 
“Of course I will, Jake! I love you! I’m …” She took a deep breath, overcome by emotion. “I’m so glad! Oh, yes! Yes!”
She leaned forward, then fell on her knees in front of him, then hugged him, the little box almost fell to the ground spilling the ring, but he embraced her too, they giggled, they kissed and it was sealed. 

A little while later, though, some small problems emerged. The first thing, finding a location, could be solved rather quickly. That was good. Other things, like figuring out who was going to marry them, were sorted out rather quickly. Things were looking up already. 
But then, Amy brought up a big problem. 
She wanted a major party, a big wedding with all her family. They were very close and Jake liked them a lot. That was fine. The issue was that Amy wanted him to have some people on his side of the aisle too. That was difficult. 
After all, Jake only had two people in his family, and one was Taylor. He had some distant cousins, but he hadn’t spoken to them in decades and it was doubtful they’d come. Besides, where was the point in inviting total strangers? If he wanted that, he could just pick some randos on the street and get them to the party. 
As far as Amy knew, Jake had an estranged relationship with his mother and mostly ignored his father, who had walked out on him when he was young. None were good matches for a happy wedding. Then again, just having only her family over was wrong and so, she insisted. 
Jake could never deny her anything, let alone having the dream wedding she wanted. So, of course, he said yes. They would meet Taylor and ask whether she was available to be there, and while she was at it, be his best man. That last tidbit was something Jake kept from Amy for now. Still, who was he going to ask anyway? His deadbeat dad? Some guy from work? His boss? Seriously? 
It probably would be macho man Taylor. 
Jake felt something clench deep inside. 

“Okay, Amy, about my family …”
She smiled at him. Maybe she was nervous and having second thoughts right now. Jake couldn’t really tell. He had asked her to sit with him and told her he would explain everything. Now he had to. This was the moment of truth. 
“Have you decided to invite your parents?”
“I think you should meet my mother first. Then you can see if you really want that.”
She seemed a bit spooked by his way of putting this. 
“What do you mean? Is there something wrong with her?”
“Weeeell … You see, my mother is … wait. Show, don’t tell.”
He pulled out his phone and opened Taylor’s social media. He handed her the phone. Amy looked at it, flipping through the pictures. 
“Where is she? There’s just this big dude. You know, what’s his name …”
“Taylor. My mother.”
“What?” She paled. Then she asked again. “What?”
It took Jake some time, and quite a few “whats?” to explain the whole mess. Amy just couldn’t believe it. It was just too bizarre and incomprehensible for her. After an hour or so, she finally managed to vaguely accept it. 
“Okay. Okay-okay-okay. So this is your mom, but … she’s kinda not?”
“She’s obviously the one who brought me into this world and sees herself as my … creator, but also as a guy. And she’s got the muscles to show, right?”
His fiancée nodded. 
“Mhm. This is a lot, you know?”
“I know. Which is why I didn’t bring it up much.” He was a bit crestfallen. “So, what do we do now? Do you still want this?”
Amy considered the situation and then said: 
“Why not? If she … he? is a nice person, why not?”
 

[El_Roy_1999]

Here’s a nice, relaxed story for all of you.

Past Her Prime

Eduviges has grown old, but she still tries to stay mobile and be a good neighbor. One day, a young man comes to her house, hungry and tired. She takes him in and feeds him, and as a thank you, he gives her a magic amulet. She laughs. Magic isn’t real, right?
This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth, pregnancy, breast expansion and age regression. All characters are at least 18 years old.

Get it here!
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1155602

The preview: 

The old woman in her wheelchair looked deeply cross. 
“Oh darn it!” She tried to reach around her chair to get her grabbing stick. The tremor was making things harder. She sighed. Should she really push the panic button? The young man, what was his name again … Alonso, yes, he was always very friendly and did everything to help her. He certainly wouldn’t mind assisting her with this, even if it wasn’t a real emergency. 
Still, Charlotte’s pride wouldn’t allow it. Not without trying to fix this first. She just had to be very careful. At her age, shoe couldn’t afford to get hurt. Every time she bumped into something, it took ages to get well again. And she certainly no longer had any time to waste. 
Bah. 
Charlotte tried again. She just wished she was mobile again. 
That’s when she heard a familiar voice. 
“Do you need help?”
It was Eduviges. She lived two houses down and if Charlotte felt old, then Eduviges was truly ancient. She had moved here maybe forty years ago, back when Charlotte was still young and sprig. Ah, good times … 
The even older woman walked up to her slowly, measuring her paces. She was tiny, her upper body having collapsed over time. Still, she was able to move on her own, even if she had to use a cane. She was wearing a simple dress with a flower pattern and had her long, rather wispy white hair tied into a big bun. Pulling it back helped a little with the lines of her face, but she still looked like someone’s great-grandmother. Which she probably was. 
Eduviges reached Charlotte in her chair and looked around. 
The seated woman sighed: 
“Please. I dropped the door keys. They must be around here somewhere …”
The ancient woman looked around. She had this Asian look, probably from some island. Charlotte had visited her a while ago, and she had seen a picture of her late husband. He had been a strapping, quite hunky gentleman, apparently. The picture showed him in his white navy uniform, his moustache perfectly trimmed. When Charlotte asked, Eduviges told her that she hated that thing, but … what had been his name? Harvey? Harold? Harford? Was that even a name? Anyway, he had insisted on it. She called it his “snot stopper”. She still missed him, though. That was obvious. 
With perfect slowness, Eduviges lowered herself down on her knees and looked around carefully. Charlotte couldn’t help admiring this flexibility. Well, if the medals and trophies in her home were real, then she had been a gymnast once. Maybe that was how she kept her mobility?
Eduviges carefully scanned the lawn. Charlotte said: 
“If it’s too difficult, I can call Alonso!”
“No, no, don’t worry, I … Oh! There they are.”
Carefully, the old woman reached for the keys between the wheels of Charlotte’s chair and then returned to her knees. She held up the keys to Charlotte, who took them from her with her good hand. The other one wasn’t shaking right now, but the last thing she wanted was to drop the keys again. 
Then, Eduviges slowly got back up, using the chair as a help. She groaned. When she finally stood again, Charlotte said: 
“Thank you so much! You are amazing!”
“It’s nothing. I need to stay fit!”
“Yes, yes, but … wow.”
Eduviges smiled, her teeth all white and porcelain. 
“Don’t mention it. Oh … By the way … I’m going to celebrate my 100th birthday next week. My family is going to do a little party for the neighbors and you are invited. I’ll send you the invitation in the mail too!”
“Thank you! Your 100th birthday? I can’t believe it!”
“Ah, I’m not sure about it either. We don’t have any real records left. But it should be close. And at my age, being a year off … It’s not going to change much, right?”
Charlotte giggled: 
“This is how you stay young, right?”
Eduviges nodded: 
“So you will be there?”
“I don’t have much else to do, so I’m going to say yes! Do you want me to bring anything?”
“Here we are, talking like teenagers: Bring your own beer, and so on … No, you don’t have to. My nieces and grandnieces will take care of everything. You’ll love their cooking!”
“I’m sure I will. Thank you again for the help with the keys.”
“Don’t mention it.”
“I won’t. Goodbye, and see you soon, birthday girl!”
Eduviges chuckled and said goodbye too, walking back down to the road. She still had her steps to walk!

A few days later, Eduviges leaned back on her couch. The last guests and family had left in the morning, and now, she welcomed the sudden quiet. It had been great fun and the company and the food had been wonderful, but having a bit of quiet wasn’t bad either. Also, there were still boxes upon boxes of food left. She’d have to find a way to get rid of those without wasting them. 
Maybe she’d donate them to the foodbank? They would have to get the boxes, though. It was just too much for her to carry. 
She sighed. Reaching old age was good, being alive was wonderful, but being old … She chuckled to herself. It wasn’t the best use of her time!
Eduviges had had her hair styled for the occasion, and it had looked beautiful. The hairdresser had colored it in a certain way that got rid of that yellowish white-grey, and now it was just fluffy and white. She had preferred when it still had been jet-black, but this was fine too. 
Just then, someone rang the doorbell. 
With a groan and slow, careful movements, she got up and walked to the door. She checked the spyhole. A young man was outside, looking a little tired. Just as she asked what he wanted, his face perked up and he smiled. He was charming in a way. 
“Yes?”
“Hello! My name is Thomas Garcia, and I sell magic amulets.”
“Magic amulets?” Eduviges was a little confused by the announcement. How could that even work? Who would buy amulets?
“Yes, ma’am. They are handcrafted and enchanted with ancient and traditional spells of the Caribbean, and they are also very beautiful …”
His spiel was interrupted by a loud rumble of his stomach. 
Eduviges opened the door: 
“Young man, are you hungry?”
He blushed. 
“Uh … No, I’m fine … I …”
The old woman peeked at him. The collar of his shirt was frayed, the suit was a little crumpled and there were the tell-tale signs of his shoes being worn out. 
She sighed: 
“Come on in. I have plenty of left-overs. You’ll like them.”
“But … I don’t want to impose …”
“You’re not. Have a seat, I’ll warm up the food for you.”

A little later, Thomas was sitting in her kitchen, digging into the food she had set in front of him. She had taken his suit jacket and ironed it, mending a few little bits with the practiced fingers of ninety years. Despite the stiffness in her hands, she still managed to fix this. 
Thomas was embarrassed by all this and just said: 
“I’m sorry I am causing all this work …”
“You’re not. I was bored, and I can use the company.”
“But … Well, if people had bought more amulets …”
She shook her head. 
“Leave the amulets. This is a good catholic home.”
“No! They work. Besides, they are blessed by the Virgin and by Saint Anthony!” He held one amulet out to her. “Also, this here is the strongest one I have to offer.” He lowered his voice: “It will make your wishes come true …”
She frowned. Being a wandering salesman was one thing, being a blasphemer … 
Looking at the amulet, she had to admit that it was beautiful. It had a certain weight to it, and it was embossed with a picture of the Saints Anthony and Sebastian, as well as the Virgin Mary. The medallion was made of some gold-like material, and the figures had been painted to look somewhat lifelike. There was a faint inscription around it which Eduviges couldn’t make out. 
She said: 
“Alright, I would buy it … How much is it?”
“Oh, I can’t take money for it now, after all you did for me. Please … take it as a token of my gratitude!”
Eduviges frowned. She couldn’t take that thing, could she? She really didn’t want this … His expression made it hard for her to refuse. 
“Alright, I’ll take it. Thank you. But please, take some more boxes of food with you. I think you can use them.”
He thanked her profusely and vowed to come visiting the next time he was around. 
As he left, Eduviges wondered what that was all about. The amulet was nice, though. She put it on carefully. It rested on her aged chest, feeling a little warm. 
Later that evening, as Eduviges did her evening calisthenics, she couldn’t help sighing. The young man had been fine. A strange fellow, yes, but he had been quite friendly. She wondered for a moment if this was all part of some con. There were stories circulating in the neighborhood about “nephews” and “nieces” spontaneously calling or showing up and asking for cash. She didn’t think this was the kind of person to do something like this. 
Then again, wouldn’t it be logical for some crook to act like an upstanding citizen? 
Her thoughts started swirling. Nah. This one was probably alright. A little naïve, maybe, if he thought he could make a living selling baubles, but who was she to judge him. 
She groaned. The exercises were getting harder every day, and this was despite the fact that she had reduced their intensity so many times already! When she thought of the time when she could do the splits and put her feet behind her head without trouble, she felt a little sad. Now, she was still able to move somewhat skillfully, but the easiness had left her so long ago …
Having a young man in the house had felt nice, though. 
Suddenly, she missed Harry. He had been a dream. It felt so long ago suddenly. She sighed again. Foolishness. At her age, what could she hope for? 
In a way, she would have loved to have a son. Someone to remind her of Harry. Of course, he would have been an old man by now too. 
“Eduviges, you have to stop. You are a century old. You can’t go around dreaming of young men. No. Besides, having an eighty-year-old son you’d have to care for … Nah. But being young and strong again … now that would be wonderful.”
She got up carefully, feeling her ancient bones grind and her muscles crackle. It was time for bed. Maybe sleep would dispel all those sad thoughts …

Eduviges awoke late the next day. The sun was shimmering through the blinds and the morning cool was already dissipating. She pushed the blanket away and carefully sat up. It was somewhat easy. That was a good sign. The dreams she had had were slowly fading. She could only barely remember whisps. Had she dreamt of being back home on the islands? No. Or maybe yes? As she tried to recall what had happened, her memories were already gone. She shook her head. 
That’s when she realized she had slept through the entire night. This hadn’t happened in decades. Without wanting to go into further details, her age forced her to get out of bed several times a night. This time, though, everything was dry and under control. She smiled. Now this was an excellent surprise! 
She still had to go and take care of things quickly now!
A little later, she was in her kitchen, drinking her morning coffee. Everything had been incredibly easy this morning. Putting on her socks, using the shower, reaching for the coffee box, it felt as if she had been walking on air. Now that she was ready, she started her morning routine. Normally, this was more difficult than the evening one. Her bones tended to be a little stiff from the night, but today, everything was flowing. She could take up the various positions easily and she felt her body just naturally adapt to her mind’s wishes. 
As she finished her regular exercises, she suddenly grinned to herself and whispered: 
“Eduviges, maybe you should try something crazy …”
With an ironic smile, she carefully spread her legs and managed an angle she hadn’t reached in decades. She grinned happily. Wow. She had no idea she still had it in her!
As she got up, she rolled up the exercise mat and only then realized that she hadn’t packed it up in years. At some point, it had become too difficult to coordinate it and lift it and she had just left it there. And now, she lifted it up and put it in the place where it belonged!
Eduviges was ecstatic. Today was a great day! She had to use it to the fullest!
She decided that it was time to clean the basement. This was a now or never situation. If she managed to do this today, she would be proud for the rest of her lives probably. That place had been nagging her for decades, and maybe, just maybe, it would be doable. 
She took her towels and her broom and descended the stairs. When she was down there, she realized she had actually managed to go down there without clinging to the banister! She shook her head. This was completely crazy! She had never experienced anything like that. 
Eagerly, she went to work. 

Hours later, she emerged from the basement, hungry like a wolf.
As she heated up some of the leftovers, she beamed happily. She had somehow managed to do most of the work down there, and had cleared out a lot of the trash. Several bags were now waiting by the porch, each one carefully filled in dozens of little trips, and the place down there was spic and span. She had cleaned out a lot of things and had rearranged the space so it could be used again. Also, she found a box of her old gymnastics equipment and had carried it back upstairs. There were all kinds of juggling equipment in there, a medicine ball, which she had barely managed to get up, and some exercise bands and dumbbells. She was impressed that she had been able to move all those things easily all those years ago. 
Well, if things continued the way they were now, maybe she would be able to do this again!
As she sat down to eat, she touched the medallion around her neck. Was it shining brighter today? Probably just the sun. Yes. After all, it was a sunny early afternoon. 
Once she had finished eating and put away the dishes, she left the house on a little walk. It was a good way to make sure her digestion did its thing. 
She followed her usual path. It was a bit of a pet peeve. Harry had always insisted on constantly varying routes, to prevent muggers and thieves, “the enemy”, as he called them, from figuring out places to attack her, but she decided that being paranoid wasn’t worth the trouble. 
So, she walked down the sidewalk, passing her neighbors and smiling and waving. Charlotte was tending to her roses, struggling with the cutters, her arthritis acting up again. The old woman smiled bravely and waved back. Jake Carter was cleaning his car, his back bent, slowly sliding the rag over the glinting surface. He groaned as he turned to her and smiled. His teeth were a little too white, but every time she told him, he just said: “I paid for them, I want to show them off!” She had mumbled something about needing sunglasses when he talked, but he had just laughed. 
Betsy greeted her with a slow wave. She was just out leading her dog on a walk, and they were both struggling. The old woman groaned and said: 
“Hello, Eduviges. Did you change something? You look different today!”
“I do?”
“Yes, there’s something … I don’t know. Did you go to the hairdresser?”
“I did, but … you’ve seen me since.”
“Mhm. What could it be?”
Betsy looked her up and down, frowning at her through her trifocals. At last, she asked: 
“Where’s your cane?”
“My cane? Betsy, it’s in my hand …”
Only it wasn’t. 
“Where’s my cane?”
“Oh no, love, don’t tell me you’re finally getting dementia too? I mean, after all those years, you should be happy that it’s only now …”
“No, no. I … I just didn’t need it.”
Betsy smiled, but there was a faint bit of amusement to it. 
“You didn’t need it.”
“Well, I walked all the way here without it, so I didn’t need it, right?”
“Ah … You tell yourself that, love.”
They said goodbye after a bit of chatting since the dog was now getting impatient despite its age, but for Eduviges, the situation was quite confusing. What was going on?

A month later, Thomas was back in the neighborhood. Business had picked up lately with all the tourists being around. He was still a bit frustrated that selling actually working magic amulets was so difficult. Obviously, the fakes were making his job more difficult, and what did he expect?
It was depressing that this magic was working on most people, but not on him. Sometimes, he felt a bit like one of these guys selling “get rich quick”-books. Those also had to deal with the age-old question of “why aren’t you, then?”. 
Still, he could make ends meet, and if people got a little extra to their fashionable talisman, who was going to complain?
Whoa!
That woman almost ran into him!
Thomas had been so lost in thoughts that he hadn’t seen her coming, but she had elegantly dodged him with a spin and a little pirouette. She hadn’t even touched him, but now, she stopped and turned around, apologizing: 
“Sorry. I thought you would see me … Did I hit you? Oh!”
She smiled. Apparently, she recognized him. Now Thomas gave her a good look. Then his jaw dropped. 
“Eduviges?”
It was her, wasn’t she? She had certainly changed. Her body was now ramrod straight, lightly muscled and tight. There was no flab on her, her skin was aged, but didn’t hang or sag. Also, she was wearing tight training pants and a tank top and exercise jacket combo, as well as a headband. Both her arms were loaded with robust shopping bags and she was smiling at him with surprisingly natural teeth. They weren’t as absurdly white as the fake ones most old people wore. Her hair was a dash of grey too, the white having left just one big, dashing strand in the middle. She was looking almost youthful despite being obviously very old. Somehow, her energy radiated through her body. 
“Thomas, right? How are you?”
“No, how are you? How … how did that happen? You look … incredible!”
“I feel incredible too! This is … It must be your amulet!”
He grinned: 
“I did tell you, right?”
She laughed: 
“Yes, you did. I didn’t believe you, but here I am. So, thank you. This is a wonderful gift!”
He noticed she was still jogging in place. 
“What’s with the bags?”
“Oh, I decided to use my energy to shop for people in the neighborhood. Some of them are really not in a good shape. I bring them their stuff, and then, I try to get them to train a bit with me. Of course, I only do really light stuff. No one is getting hurt!”
“Wow! That’s nice. Do you mind if I accompany you?”
She nodded: 
“Sure, just keep up!”
With these words, she took off. Thomas followed her, and he did find it a little hard. She was shorter than him, so he could use the length of his strides to his advantage, but the way he was dressed wasn’t ideal for running around in the heat. Also, his briefcase was in the way. He could get a good look of Eduviges back, and he could only admire the ease with which she ran along, despite being loaded with all those bags. 
Eventually, all the bags were distributed and Eduviges asked: 
“What do you think? Do you want to join me for lunch? I have prepared some healthy food.”
A rather tired and sweaty Thomas nodded, stopping to take a deep breath and waiting for his head to stop swimming. 
“Please … But mostly … something to drink. Please!”
“Of course. Just come in.” 
She led him inside and asked: 
“Would you want to take a shower?”
He blushed: 
“If it’s not too much trouble …”
“Not at all. Just don’t use up the whole warm water …”
“Of course.”
“I’ll put out some of Harry’s old clothes for you. They will be a little baggy, but they’ll be better then yours. They’re soaked!”
“Thank you. I … wow.”
“Don’t worry.”
A little later, they sat in the kitchen and Thomas couldn’t help noticing that Eduviges was gorging herself on the food. She understood his looks and said: 
“I don’t know where that came from, honestly. I used to eat like a bird, but lately, I’ve been hungry all the time.”
“Don’t worry. I was just surprised …”
“It’s fine. I mean, this transformation … It can’t be natural, right? It has to be the amulet. Maybe getting fit again is one thing, getting my skin tone back, okay. But my teeth growing back? No way this is normal, right?”
“Your teeth grew back? I can’t believe it!”
She smiled at him, showing him two nice and clean rows. 
“There. They feel amazing. Because I don’t feel them. Perfect!”
Thomas was a bit reluctant. Sure, he knew that the amulets were powerful, but should he actually tell her how powerful this one was?
The weirdest part about all this was that he was starting to find her attractive. She had been charming before, and her willingness to help her neighbors made it clear she was a good person, but now, she had become younger somehow, and he wasn’t sure how to deal with this …

 

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