[El_Roy_1999]

A story for the classic muscle-transformation fans out there!

ReWriter
Alexis is not the most diligent student. Really not. She is struggling with her studies and fails her exams. One day, however, she downloads an app that allows her to rewrite her past. After a bit of fixing her academic career, she embarks on an intense journey of self-improvement!

This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth, height growth and breast expansion. All characters are at least 18 years old.

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“Alexis, are you okay?”

Emily looked over to her roommate. Alexis was staring at her phone. Emily liked her, mostly. As much as one could like a person that was really mostly slacking. Not that Alexis wasn’t attractive, in a tiny way. She was just under five feet tall and slim, and she had this weird mix of Russian coolness and Japanese calm that made her seem a bit aloof. Dark hair, ice blue eyes. Next to Emily’s warm, friendly Latina looks, she seemed like an ice queen. Or rather like an ice princess. At the same time, Alexis was clearly the worst student Emily had ever met. It was odd. In her imagination, both Russians and Japanese were incredibly driven and focused, right.

Alexis was the exception to prove the rule.

“I failed. I fucking failed the exam! The professor hates me! He did this on purpose!”

“Um, Alexis, you literally didn’t study a single moment.”

The tiny ball of anger and frustration turned to her:

“Did I ask your opinion?”

“No … No. But seriously, if you had looked at the notes just once …”

“Oh, come on! Now you’re taking their side!”

“I … Sorry. I … I didn’t mean to annoy you.”

“Well, you did!”

Alexis got up and stormed out of the dorm room.

 

“Stupid Emily and her stupid ‘advice’!” She walked along, mumbling into her big scarf. It was getting warmer, but spring was still a while away. She thought about calling Julie, her other friend, and complain about Emily, but actually, she wanted to be alone for a bit.

Grumbling along, she walked down the path to the cafeteria, then climbed over the wall. She had discovered this spot one day, and there was an overgrown path going through the bushes here. People never came here, probably because the place was closed off, and she could be alone and relax around here. Also, there was a crumbling gazebo-thing that she liked to sit in and think.

Well, today was a sit-and-think day. Stupid professor!

She found the gazebo and sat down, looking at the little birds that were looking for scraps of food in the weeds.

“Stupid college. Stupid everything!”

That’s when she saw that something had been powerwashed into dust. There was some writing and a QR-code. That was unexpected. Someone must have come here to do this. It wasn’t the first thing she thought anybody would do.

In the dirt, she read:

“Feeling down? Want to fix things? Want to give it another go? Scan to ReWrite.”

She stared at the writing. That was super weird. Alexis didn’t get why this would be there. It probably was some kind of weird joke. Wouldn’t be some virus or something, because this would be the most pointless spot to put it. Maybe it was Emily’s or Julie’s idea of a joke? She called out for them.

“Julie? Emily? Is that you?”

Her voice sounded empty in the hollow. The birds flew away, scared by the sudden noise.

Since there was no answer, Alexis shrugged and scanned the code. What could go wrong?

 

As soon as she finished the scan, something happened on her phone.

“Oh fuck …”

There were cascading screens flashing on her device, and lightning-fast lines of text racing by.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck … What is going on with this day?”

She tried to switch the phone off, but she was locked out. She tried to tap on the surface, to do every movement she could think of, she pushed the buttons, it didn’t help.

“Not the phone …”

Suddenly, the flashes stopped and a new app could be found on her screen.

“ReWriter”

She stared at it. Trying the other apps and finding that they worked, she was relieved. Then, reluctantly, she started the app.

A quick flash of a logo, and then, there was a simple prompt.

“What do you want to ReWrite?”

She giggled. That was odd. Everything about this was odd. Still, why not try it?

“Okay, here goes.” She started typing. “’I studied for the test instead of slacking off.’”

She hit Enter.

The app did a green checkmark.

Nothing else happened.

“Okay … what was that? I kinda expected something …”

She sighed. This was the dumbest practical joke she had ever seen. Then she checked her grade anyway. Just to make sure.

“Holy shit!”

The shout was loud enough to make the returning birds fly away again.

She had a passing grade. Not a good one, but … passing. There was no indication it had ever been different. She just managed to get a passing grade. She tried to remember. Yes … she did study. It was a bit hazy, but yeah. Well …

She opened the app again.

“’I studied hard for the test so I could get an excellent grade.’”

And Enter.

Green checkmark.

“Okay, now the grade check …” She stared at the screen. “Wow …”

It said 100 %. The thing even had a personal comment by the professor:

“Excellent work. I am glad you started to study. You see it’s paying off!”

Alexis felt her heart beat intensely. This ReWriter was incredible! She could fix her grades! This was amazing! She could continue slacking off, and just rewrite things afterwards …

Then she realized she actually knew the things she had studied.

“Whoa.”

She grinned.

“Let’s see how far that thing goes back …”

“’I studied hard for every test in college, so I would always get perfect grades.’”

Enter.

Green checkmark.

She felt a shiver run down her spine. Suddenly, she remembered all the stuff they were supposed to learn in class. She checked her online reports. Straight As. All the way down.

The grin on her face only got broader. This was amazing!

She opened her social media profile without thinking and found a bunch of pictures of her getting all kinds of commendations for being the star student of the college.

Her heart jumped.

She’d have to tell Emily!

 

A moment later, she burst into their room.

“Emily!”

She gasped and was out of her breath, leaning against the doorframe. The Latina smiled:

“The nerd queen is back! Did you enjoy your walk?”

“Nerd queen? What do you mean?”

“Um … I know it was a bit ironic, but … you’re the best student at the school? And all the nerds respect you? So you’re the nerd queen? Everybody calls you that?”

“They do?”

Emily squinted her eyes.

“Everything okay?”

“Oh … oh yes! Oh yes! Yes, it is. Everything is amazing!”

“Good. Good …”

She gave her Alexis a worried look.

The tiny brunette had recovered enough to walk over to her room.

“Okay. Um … To celebrate, I’m going to hang out in my room for a bit, okay?”

“Sure. To celebrate what exactly?”

“Just to celebrate? Can’t a girl just be happy on her own?”

Emily snorted:

“Okay, I get it. Have fun.”

She rolled her eyes.

 

Alexis plopped herself on her bed and smiled. This was incredible. She thought about what had just happened. Then she realized she was all sweaty from the running.

“Maybe this app can fix other things too …”

She opened it again.

“’I started running track when I was a kid and always trained hard so I could be fit.’”

Enter.

Green checkmark.

Alexis was nervous now. What would it feel like? After the shiver, she just hoped it wouldn’t be uncomfortable …

That’s when something happened. She gasped.

“Oh God …”

It was all over her body. She panicked. Did she fuck herself up? She gripped the sheets of her bed. There was a ripple going through her arms and legs … It felt amazing!

She bit her lip so she wouldn’t cry out loudly.

Then she felt her body change. Quickly, she pulled up her pants and saw her legs swell and harden. In a matter of moments, her thighs had grown stronger, her calves too, and the transformation spread to her butt, which firmed up significantly … Then she lifted up her shirt and felt her abs tighten. She could watch live as she grew a faint six-pack …

“Holy shit … This is incredible!”

She saw that her arms were changing too, growing a bit of muscle. She jumped up and found herself moving with perfect grace and ease.

Then she saw herself in the mirror.

She looked like an athlete. She ran her hand over her abs. Those were the real deal. She lifted an arm and flexed her biceps, enjoying the tiny bump appearing now. She did a little jump and felt as if she were flying. Those legs were not for show. She had a lot of power in there …

“This ReWriter is fantastic … I … Wait …”

A broad grinned spread over her face. She took her phone again and loaded a trading app, checking out the changes of the various stocks. She picked a particularly wild one and started typing.

“’I bought Torun Corp stocks on the fifth of June three years ago, and sold them a year ago on the third of December.’”

Enter.

Green checkmark.

Alexis opened her account. Her jaw dropped. There was so much money. It was a long row of zeroes. A long row.

She did a little air punch. A big grin spread across her face. She was going to have a lot of fun with this app …

 

The young woman spent the next few hours making plans. She had to be careful. Being very wealthy now was fine and useful, and being fit was equally nice, but she should not change anything that could cause trouble. This was an amazing opportunity, and if she screwed this up, she would lose everything she had managed to gain now.

She had filled a whole piece of paper with sentences which she hoped would help her without jeopardizing her situation, but the more she wrote, the more nervous she got.

Alexis was pulled from her thoughts by Emily’s sudden interruption.

“Alexis, Julie just sent me a message. We’re going out for cocktails!”

“We are?”

“Yes! Stop moping in your room, nerd queen, and get dressed. Julie said the first drinks are on her!”

“Um, I can invite you …”

“We know, but this is a matter of pride!”

“It is?”

“Hey, you told us to treat you like a normal person despite all the cash, so let us!”

“Okay, yeah. Makes sense.”

“Your words, nerd queen. Get dressed!”

And she was gone again.

 

Alexis got up and looked through her wardrobe. She didn’t have much fancy stuff in there. Weird. Wasn’t she supposed to be wealthy?

The only dress she found was a black minidress that was … okay. No heels either. Yeah. Of course. These were just her normal clothes. The dress was the only cooler piece she had. After all, she had spent most of her time in comfy, shapeless clothes. But with a body like this …

She closed the dresser, took the phone again, fired up the app and typed:

“I assembled a stylish and fashionable wardrobe with matching jewelry and shoes over the last months.”

Enter.

Green checkmark.

She opened the dresser once more. Wow. Now those were some fancy outfits!

Alexis went through them. The black dress was still there, but it looked lost amidst two dozen other, very nice dresses that looked amazing! Now she was spoiled for choice, but she would figure it out …

[El_Roy_1999]

A story for all those who just like their women growing big, muscular and green … You know who you are!

The Trial Run
Claire is a very plain, average-looking person. She is also an accomplished scientist and she has made a name for herself as the person that managed to chart the genome of the first extra-terrestrial bacteria. Those bacteria have the most stunning effects on the human body … This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth and breast expansion. All characters are at least 18 years old.

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And here’s a sample:

Claire opened the hotel room door. She tossed her handbag on the little desk and sighed. The conference had been very interesting and her audience had been gracious and attentive, but she was still exhausted after all this. Exhausted, and excited.
She stepped out of her heels and looked at herself in the mirror. She had been a little nervous about her looks. Lately, the transformations had left some little artifacts, hadn’t they? She was sure no one would even think of that, but … She knew.
The scientist smiled at her reflection. She had definitely gotten lucky in the genetic lottery, but … she now definitely played fancier games. At 5’9”, she was average, and being a thin, 130-pound thirty-something was just about what people liked to see. To her, this look was a bit boring already. She knew what her body was now hiding.
She undid the tie on her long black hair and let it flow over her shoulders. Her slim frame matched her perky chest quite nicely. Her B-cups were nice and tight, without even a hint of drooping. For the occasion, she had picked a white top to go with her anthracite pantsuit, and the top’s neckline gave the audience just a hint of her cleavage.
With growing excitement, she got rid of the little makeup she was wearing. One time, she had forgotten to do so, and it had looked all weird …
As she worked with the little sponge, she felt her heart beat faster and faster. The excitement was definitely mounting now.
To herself, she said:
“You did great, Claire! They loved your presentation. You really knocked it out of the park!”
Her soft voice made her chuckle. She couldn’t wait to hear the … other voice … again. Just thinking of it made her shiver.
As she put away the makeup set, she looked at her hands. They were so dainty and soft …
One more look at the mirror.
“Sometimes, I wish I could give all those people a real demonstration … All that theoretical talk is nice, but nothing beats show-and-tell.”
Her presentation had worked nicely. Of course, speaking to a room full of experts was worthwhile. The students in the back might not have caught every detail, although she really tried to explain it in as much a depth as the situation allowed. The other scientists had been visibly impressed by her analysis.
Charting the genome of the first complete bacterium of extraterrestrial origin that had been found on Earth was quite the achievement. It was one of these “lightning strikes twice” moments. She had been on an expedition in the high North, looking for frozen specimens in the permafrost, and just then, a meteorite had gone down only fifty miles away from their basecamp. Despite instructions to stay in position, she had immediately commandeered a snowcat and driven all the way there through the deep snow. She had reached the impact site as night started to fall and the snowfall was getting worse. As quickly as she could, she hammered away, taking as many samples as possible.
One of the pieces had broken off and flown right in her face, on her lips. Without thinking, she had pushed it away with her tongue since she was still working, and that’s how she’d discovered the strange interaction between those bacteria and the human body.
Thankfully, the snowsuits were very ample, or she would have ended up exposed to the elements, and she would probably have died.
Claire remembered her first transformation in the middle of that storm. It had been an exhilarating sensation, completely unbelievable. The moment it hit her, she decided that that was what she wanted. Back at the lab, she had returned to normal, and she immediately started her analysis, isolating the bacterium and proceeding to cultivate it. It took a few attempts to find the solution that actually sustained extraterrestrial life, but it proved to be surprisingly hardy.
Just thinking of her first use of it in controlled conditions made her body tingle with lust. She had to grip the desk to focus.
“Calm down, Claire. You’re almost ready … Just … relax.”
She went to the mini-fridge and took out the capsule with the bacteria. A quick checker whether everything was okay … It looked fine. The indicators were correct too. The green goo in the container was moving in a swaying motion.
She licked her lips. The taste was a bit unusual, but what did she expect of something that literally came from outer space? Deep inside, Claire knew that what she was doing was a little insane. She should report what she was doing, and she definitely shouldn’t experiment on herself alone in a hotel room …
But she also knew that if any of her findings became public, the bacteria would instantly be confiscated by the government, and she would end up in a secret lab somewhere. That was unthinkable. Besides, the bacteria could barely survive in a human body for a while, and it definitely couldn’t spread!
This was as safe as it could be …
She knew she was lying to herself, but she was getting way too excited already. She had to go through with this.

Claire took up position in front of the mirror and buttoned her blazer. She wouldn’t deny herself the most intense feeling. One more checkup, then she poured herself a glass of water and put the capsule in her mouth. With a gulp, she swallowed it and drank the water down.
Then she stared at her reflection, eagerly looking for any signs of its effect. Her heart was pounding wildly.
“Come on …”
Her eyes darted all over her body, but then, they rested on her cleavage.
Yes …
“Yes!”
It was starting … Her lightly tanned skin was starting to shift. There was a faint hint of the green goo’s color mixing into her natural skin color. Just seeing this tint made her gasp.
“I love this …”
She felt inside her body, trying to catch the exact moment when the transformation began to affect her. There was this slight shift in weight … It was starting! Her eyes burned a little. She should probably blink now, but she didn’t want to miss a single moment.
Claire felt a slight tightness in the shoulders. A moment later, her hips were brushing against the sides of her pants a little harder. She shifted her position, trying to get more comfortable, but knowing full well that what was going to happen was going to be impossible to shift away.
The greenish color was slowly spreading all over her chest. Her bra was feeling a bit tighter, and she sensed its straps dig a little deeper into her shoulders. Her cleavage was stirring too, and Claire could see that her breasts were rising now, getting squished together by her brassiere.
At the same time, the blazer was hiking up ever so slightly, just as the sleeves were feeling a bit tighter. The same was happening in her pants. She could feel the fabric against her legs. One look confirmed what was happening. She could see the shape of her thighs become more evident under the cloth.
Her excitement was making her giggle.
“Oooh God … I love this …”
Her voice had become a bit deeper, just a little more melodious and intense. The squeakiness had disappeared.
She heard a creaking sound from the back of her blazer. In front, the buttons were moving to the edge of their holes. Her top was slowly shifting upwards, moving out from under her pants. Her belt was starting to feel tight. Should she loosen it?
“Nah. I want to feel it all …”
She looked back at her chest. In a matter of moments, she had grown quite the cleavage. Her breasts looked fascinatingly round now, and she could feel them press into each other. The bra was feeling tight, uncomfortable, even, but that turned her on even more. She reached for them and gave them a bit of a squeeze. This only made her breasts well up more between her fingers. Touching them made her sigh. She looked at her reflection, and the greenish sheen on her skin was shifting to become more dominant, slowly overtaking her natural skin tone. Also, she could see a big vein snaking down her chest now. And there were slowly emerging blocks of muscle there too …
Man, her clothes were so tight now …
“I … I should take that blazer off … It’s going to be ruined …”
Her voice sounded deeper now, with a rich timbre. Not masculine, but intense …
She closed her eyes for a moment, taking in the increasing tightness of her clothes. There were plenty of little creaks and groans coming from her outfit. As she moved, she felt the fabric rub her expanding body. It was a bit like a full-body caress.
She wondered how long that suit would last …
As she looked again, her breasts had expanded to double Ds, and the buttons were reaching their limits. She could feel her bra slowly getting pushed downwards as her growing bosom overflowed its cups. One look made it clear: The bacteria’s strange abilities had made her gain mass, and tremendously so. It was just a quick estimation, but she was pretty sure she was at least twenty pounds heavier already. And it was all loaded to her muscles and her breasts …
The tightness of her clothes was becoming hard to tolerate.
It was just a matter of moments before she would burst through the fabric …

[El_Roy_1999]

If you like MILFs, why not add GILFs to the mix?

De-Generations
There are two women in Jonah’s life, his grandma Amber and his Mother Becca. Both are massive championship-level bodybuilders. Jonah is very small, very weak, and completely enraptured by them. Trying to overcome his obsession with them, he seeks other relationships, but he ends up getting drawn back to them over and over again. This work of erotic fiction contains female muscle, big breasts, lactation, wrestling, domination and incest. All characters are over 18 years old.

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The applause finally died down and the women filed off the stage. Amber grinned, her pearly white teeth glinting in the spotlight. She turned around once more, her aged but still amazingly beautiful face shining, and held up the trophy once more, then blew a kiss to the audience. Some of the people got up to give her standing ovations, others preferred to stay sitting. No point in revealing their … fascination with the woman.

Amber then disappeared backstage. As she entered the dressing room, the other female bodybuilders took notice. After all, Amber Waterson was a legend in her own time, and even now. She was the gold standard to which all other female bodybuilders were being held. All female bodybuilders, except for Becca, her daughter.

“You did it again, Mom!”

The two musclewomen embraced. It was a sight to behold. Amber was close to six feet tall, with long, elegant limbs. Normally, this was a challenge for bodybuilders, but she had turned this into a strength by building an incredible mass and density. Right now, dieted down to contest level, her skin covered in fake tan, she still weighed 180 pounds of hard, perfectly proportional muscle. Honestly, at her level, she probably could compete against middleweight men. Despite her mass and definition, she had managed to maintain an absurd level of femininity for someone in her line of business. While sharply sculpted and lacking any girlish softness, her face was elegant, suggesting power and strictness. She had had minimal assistance to maintain as much of her youth as she could, but at 67 years old, a bit of age was probably acceptable. Her long, full mane of blond hair cascaded down her broad shoulders and framed her strong, elegant neck. She also had a large pair of pleasantly rounded breasts, done by the best specialist she could find, giving her just the right mixture of motherliness and superheroic power. This, combined with her hard, taut and surprisingly large backside gave her an hourglass shape that few women at her level could achieve.

Amber smiled at her daughter. Frankly, Becca was her only competition. Amber’s late husband Fred, called “Big Freddie” by everybody, had been so nice as to gift Becca with a second set of amazing genetics. As a result, Becca was even taller than her mother, closing in on 6’2”, and able to build muscle with astonishing ease. Now 41 years old, she had had a quick and intense powerlifting career, at first trying to evade her mother’s shadow, but soon after winning a nice set of medals and breaking a record or two, she had devoted herself to bodybuilding with the same intensity as her mother.

In a matter of years, she had pushed herself to the top, building a physique that was eye-wateringly powerful. While her mother outdid her on muscle maturity and sheer rippedness, Becca made this up with her absurd mass. Every square inch of her body was devoted to packing on the most muscle imaginable, while still maintaining a feminine, pleasing shape. Just like her mother, she had a large and enticing bust, and a face that somehow looked youthful even when she was dieted down to the last drop of water.

Amber gave her a little kiss on the cheek:

“I won. Oof.”

“Don’t act as if it was even close, Mom.”

“I know, I know, but it always feels like it.”

Becca smiled:

“I still don’t believe you. But let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?”

Amber grinned and followed her titanic daughter. They had been rivals at the start of Becca’s career, but after a few tight wins by either woman, her daughter had decided to switch and compete with the men. The association had been a bit reluctant to allow this, but once they saw the enormous mass that Becca had managed to pack on, they accepted it. Now she was the current heavyweight champion, and the association had decided to create a superheavy division to give the men something to still win.

Of course, Becca had immediately set her sights on this new title. She still had a bit of work before her, though.

Just as they wanted to go and clean Amber up for their big reward cheat meal, Jonah showed up.

“You did it, Grandma! You were amazing! You blew them all away!”

The tall musclewoman smiled at the young man. Jonah was cute. Even now, Amber couldn’t understand how Becca had managed to have a kid like him. She was fairly sure that the boy’s father, whoever that was, must have been a midget. Then again, she wondered how Becca would have ended up being with one of them. There was a period in Becca’s youth about which she didn’t like to talk about.

Anyway, Jonah was small, scrawny and nerdy. He wore thick glasses and while he tried to dress nicely, it always looked a bit off. In school, the boy had been so pathetic that the bullies didn’t even care to pick on him.

Amber liked the little man, even if he was a bit ridiculous, and she had taken care of him when he was very little. Now, he admired her deeply, and she found that quite comforting.

“Thank you, Jonah. Please pack up everything, I can’t wait for a big, juicy burger!”

Becca nodded eagerly:

“Oh yes … I could kill for a box of fries right now …”

“Be patient, Becca, we still need to clean up.”

She took her daughter’s hand and dragged her to the bath. Jonah put away everything as fast as he could, then he followed them.

The young man had a guilty pleasure, a secret that was horribly awkward for him, but which he struggled not to indulge in. Jonah had developed a fascination for female muscle early on, and while he tried to hide it, it was hard for him since both his mother and his grandmother spoiled him easily.

He had tried to see muscular women, which wasn’t all that hard on account of the kind of people his mother and grandmother spent time with, but … he found them lacking? It was strange, but his relatives were so absurdly massive and powerful, no “normal” woman could ever qualify, not even if she was a competitive bodybuilder.

He slipped inside the bath and tried to catch a glimpse of them through the mirror. Maybe …

The place was completely steamed up.

His heart fell. He would go without “inspiration” … Then, just for an instant, the steam cleared a bit, and he managed to see his mother as she carefully cleaned Amber’s mighty chest. Oh Lord, those nipples! Those pecs! This incredible figure …

He committed everything to memory, then slipped back outside as fast as he could, acting all innocent, and trying to control the massive blush that turned his head all crimson and his small but persistent erection. He was relieved that he managed to fix this before they came back.

Much later, the trio returned home. Amber and Becca were well-sated and happy and had Jonah put away all their competition stuff. His mother quickly called her current hubby and had him come over, while Amber disappeared into her room to … occupy herself.

All of this only made Jonah more nervous and horny. However, once he was done, he finally had time for himself. He went into his room and locked the door twice, then went to grab his sketchbook, took off his pants and started drawing. The charcoal flew over the paper, creating three figures with quickness and ease. The center one was a little bespectacled man, and … the two other characters were tall, incredibly muscular women. They were penetrating him brutally, and the little man clearly loved it.

One woman was wearing a large strap-on, and she was shoving that thing down the young man’s bulging throat. Jonah threw his expression on the paper, showing his desperate horniness. Then, he went to work on the young man’s butt that was being spread by the other woman, before detailing his tiny erect penis that was spraying cum all over the boy’s slim chest.

Jonah sighed.

Then he carefully started drawing his mother’s face on one of the muscular figures. He desperately tried not to think like this, but what could he do? It was his own insane obsession, wasn’t it?

He finished, he tried to calm down, to not cum …

As long as he didn’t ejaculate, it was only a little perverted, right?

Once his hand stopped shaking, he grasped the pencil again and began drawing his grandmother’s face on the other one.

Then he quickly put the drawing away, hiding it as best as he could, before running out of the room as quietly as possible to get to the bathroom. He closed the door, locked it, and put his hand on his cock. He tried to control it. To calm down. To think about something else. To stop himself from going this way. He … he had to prevent this from happening. It was …

He came.

Like a very small fountain. Jonah barely managed to direct his cock into the bowl and shoot his load in. It was … amazing … but also incredibly shameful.

He had to deal with this somehow.

“Hey, it’s Jonah! Hi Jonah!”

The men waved at him. The place was packed. Plenty of guys were here already, some just fit, some pretty massive, and they were just enjoying the evening. Music was playing in the background, and later on, the whole gang would hit the clubs and party to their hearts’ contents, but for now, this was just having fun. Jonah had discovered the Stud Club a while ago, an inclusive gym-slash-spa that mostly catered to gay men. The dudes here all loved a good muscleman, and there were plenty of them. While Jonah was pretty sure he wasn’t gay and also wasn’t into experimenting, he just adored to look at their powerful physiques.

That was his release to deal with the whole problem of his attraction to muscle. If there had been a club of female bodybuilders in town … well … there would have been zero chance for him to ever get in. After all, those women, if they existed, would have no intention whatsoever to get ogled by a weak shitstain like him. And to be honest, with two uber-athletes at home, most fit women he might have seen at gyms in town didn’t hold a candle to his fantasies.

The guys here, on the other hand, were more approachable.

“Hi, guys! How have you been?”

Larry, one of the biggest guys, maybe a little smaller only than Becca, patted the couch next to him.

“You know how it is, Jonah. Work out, eat, sleep, repeat. Come on! Sit with me, little brother!”

Trying to conceal his eagerness, Jonah sat down next to him. A moment later, Larry’s huge arm landed on his slim shoulders. The big man shoved him into his armpit, squishing him against his broad, muscle-packed chest.

“So, how have you been holding up, Jonah? Your mom still the biggest in the land?”

The little man blushed. When they had figured out his relation to his mother and his grandma, the men had been both impressed by the women’s achievements, and understanding towards his plight.

Larry had even suggested training him to see whether there was a little genetic potential in his tiny body, but Jonah had respectfully declined.

“Weeell … Yeah. They won the championships hands down …”

“Wow. You must be proud!”

The big man pulled him closer. Thinking of his mother’s enormous muscles made the Jonah hard. Larry chuckled:

“Oooh … Now that’s a greeting a guy like me appreciates! Man, you’re so cute, Jonah!”

To his confusion, he could see that Larry’s pants were starting to tent too. Still, sensing the warmth and the mass of the man’s muscles was great … If only he could somehow find a woman that could do the same for him. Something real, without pretending … Of course, the whole situation was absurd. He would never find a girl like that, and his mother and his grandmother … that was insane.

He sighed. The big guy pulled him on his lap. A moment later, Jonah felt Larry’s hands on his hips.

“You’re sooo cute!”

Meanwhile, Becca was cleaning the house. It was high time. Amber was busy fixing up the yard. It was the same every time they had a competition. The two of them would focus on their training, so obviously, they had no time to deal with everything else, and the first thing to go were the chores. Sure, they tried to push Jonah to deal with them, but the little man struggled with everything, and usually gave up after a bit, exhausted. Also, he really lacked the focus to do it properly.

While the sounds of the lawnmower carried up to the window, Becca started on Jonah’s room. She smirked. If only her unmanly little boy could use his lack of masculinity to even care about the house!

She really wondered how it all would end. What woman would put up with a man like Jonah? She was getting worried.

Using her considerable strength, she quickly moved the furniture aside, basically without effort. Then she quickly vacuumed the place. As she did, she bumped against the nightstand. The flimsy piece collapsed with a bang. She groaned.

“Why …” Becca turned off the machine and squatted down, her hamstrings pushing against her calves. She started going through the bits and pieces, trying to figure out what had gone wrong. As she pulled out the drawer, a stack of charcoal drawings flew out from a spot under it.

The musclewoman instantly looked at them, and paled.

“What the fuck?”

She went through the papers, examining them in turn. They were well made … but …

Becca opened the window. Shouting over the noise of the lawnmower, she called her mother:

“Mom, could you come up here?”

The musclewoman down in the yard looked up and smiled:

“What is it?”

When she saw her daughter’s expression, her expression turned to worry. Then she turned the machine off and ran upstairs as fast as her heavy body would allow her.

“What’s going on? Is something wrong?”

Instead of an answer, the bulky younger woman handed her the pictures. To her shock, Amber’s expression changed to one of admiration.

“Erm … Mom?”

“Your son is a little pervert, but he’s good at this. Great anatomy. Good perspectives. And the faces … spot on.”

“Mom! That’s not okay. This is perverted!”

Becca shook her head.

“Where did I go wrong? I knew something wasn’t right with the boy, but … this? This is insane. I …” She sighed: “It’s all my fault. Mom, did I neglect him? Am I a shitty mother?”

Amber grinned and held up one of the sketches.

“Okay, that’s pretty optimistic. I would need to bulk up some twenty pounds to even look like that!”

“Mother. Please. This is crazy. My son, your grandson … He’s into us. He wants us to have sex with him!”

“I would want to have sex with me. And you, for that matter.”

The glare Becca gave her was enough to shut her up. Amber frowned:

“You’re right. This needs to be stopped. We have to talk to him.”

“Talk to him? No. We have to teach him. That little pervert can’t go running around fucking everything up, including himself.”

Amber put her strong hand on Becca’s giant shoulder. Her daughter was so massive, it was incredible. She was happy with her own size and power, but sometimes, sometimes, she would wonder what it would be like to get to Becca’s level …

She swallowed and cleared her throat.

“Okay … I guess you’re right. Let’s put this room back in order, and then, we’ll see what we can do.”

Amber got busy repairing the nightstand, while Becca looked at the drawings in disgust.

[El_Roy_1999]

I already published this story a week ago, but here’s the formal announcement:

My Husband’s Revenge
This story is a sequel to “My Brother’s Brother”. After her husband is humiliated by his half-sister Nouf, Salma decides to transform to be powerful and strong. In the process, she discovers how good it feels. The weak, small woman slowly becomes mightier, and eventually decides to change herself into the gigantic and dominant Salman to destroy those that wronged her husband!

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

Get it here:

https://books2read.com/u/m25al7

Here’s the preview:

Sometimes, in my dark moments, I wonder whether God will ever stop testing us. I know that this world is but a sad reflection of the pleasures and wonders to come, that my life here is a mere examination of my virtue in the face of adversity …

But I struggle. I struggle deeply whenever something as absurd as this happens.

My name is Salma bint Mansoor Al-Saqaari. I am now married to Jamal. He has divorced his first wife after a scandal that was quickly hushed up to prevent any further dishonor. I have no idea where she went, and I don’t care. For now, I try to be a better wife for him.

One day, I will be the mother of his children. Then my name will be Umm Hassan, after my husband’s grandfather, who was a wise and clever man. It was him that brought wealth and power to our emirate, maneuvering carefully through the tides of chaos of the 20th century. He was a man of many pacts and quick changes when faced with new options. A true friend to few, and a man as skilled in warfare as in diplomacy.

A pious and modest man.

I am happy that my son will bear his name.

And yet, I am frustrated that my husband had his birthright stolen by these freaks …

Of course, now they act as if it had always been this way, and I keep being impressed by how forgetful people can be that keep insisting that the true skill of the Arab people is memorization. Well, some are more selective in their skills than others.

Because I still remember. I still remember when Jamal’s small, weak half-brother showed up. A soft man like a dancing boy, helpless and ridiculous. It is astonishing that a seed as strong as our family’s would produce such a creature! And then, there’s his sister! If one could even call that a sister!

Another insane creature of Western degeneracy! Our race has produced its share of women warriors, such as Aisha, may Allah be please with her, but … not like this!

What is even worse, in defiance to the will of God, she has changed herself! She has become a man. I wasn’t even aware that such a blasphemy was even possible. And yet, here we are. She has unseated my husband, she has overtaken our family, and Anas, her brother, has disappeared. It is all incredibly frustrating! How can a merciful God allow this? Truly, it is kismet in the worst way.

What infuriates me to no end is that all those soft-spined weaklings immediately submitted to her and now act as if she has become a man! Of course, if I didn’t know, it would never have occurred to me that she could be anything else. A man’s man …

I must admit that whatever turned Nouf into this Naif man was shockingly effective. Sometimes, I wonder why all men cannot be like this …

My Jamal is a good man. He is strict, he is smart, he is devout and he can be charming. He also used to be beautiful and still has a very good beard. The dentist is working on his teeth after this Naif monster knocked them out of his mouth. For now, he still looks devastated, but I am sure he will return to form. He is strong of mind and faith. That should help. Anything a woman can hope for.

And yet, sometimes, I have horrible thoughts of this Naif person that my half-sister-in-law has become, as absurd as it is. Such strength! Such manliness! It is enticing …

No.

I must never accept this. Never.

 

My husband is wasting away. Despite my best efforts, he is depressed and sad. He spends his days brooding and pondering. I feel sorry for him. Nothing I can do cheers him up. We live in one of his father’s houses, way outside our city.

It can get lonely out here.

I walked up to him as he looked out into the desert from the back of our house. I touched his hand and whispered:

“Won’t you come in, husband? If you wish, I can entertain you … Take your mind off the things that trouble you …”

He sighed. Then he turned and looked at me. I must confess that there isn’t much to me. While many women of my tribe are truly beautiful, I was blessed with a sharp mind and a pious character. Despite my best efforts, however, I am lacking that which would make a man crave me. Most men. Jamal understands my qualities.

I gently guided his hand inside and directed him to our bed. As he settled down, I disrobed, showing him my slim, boyish body. All the women in my family have wide, child-bearing hips and large bosoms. I looked like a young man.

Still, what I lack in figure, I try to make up in devotion. I climbed on the bed and caressed his exhausted body. His chest had shrunk a bit over the last months, his body had become weaker. It was sad to see.

I kissed his cheek, then his lips. Jamal did his best to keep his mouth shut at most times to hide the damage to his jaws. Still, feeling the tickle of his beard on my lips made me giggle. At least, this amused him and I felt his hands on my slim body.

Soon, my own hands were plowing through his chest hair, then down to his crotch, to his penis and his testicles. I kissed him there too and licked him until he got hard. With his blessing, I mounted him and started riding him, finding him large enough to please me.

As I enjoyed his hardness, I saw a strange expression on his face.

Between trusts, I asked:

“Husband, what are you thinking about?”

I could tell he wanted to say something, but then, he shook his head. I found the way he looked at me confusing. Not judging in the way I expected, but still … strange.

He just continued, and eventually, I could feel him tense up in me, and I felt him cum.

I smiled at him and whispered:

“My husband, I am happy to be with you.”

I cuddled against him, running my fingers through his chest hair and amusing myself with his nipples. Then I gently bit on his earlobes and kissed his cheek.

He seemed to enjoy this attention. My hand went down to play with his penis as he was thinking. Eventually, he spoke. I listened attentively.

“I am invited to my ‘half-brother’s’ house. He wants to congratulate me on our wedding. I have no idea what devilry this person is up to, and I sure hope this is not a trap to hurt me. Or you, for that matter. He, if I may even call this creature that, is a monster.”

“Then don’t go, husband. Let him wait for you until the last day. You don’t need him.”

“You know I can’t. I may despise him, but … he is the head of the family now. A usurper, but still. If I disrespect him, I will bring shame upon my part of our house, and … I cannot accept that.”

His words sounded slurred from his broken jaw. All of a sudden, I was impressed by the height of my husband’s honor. A lesser man would have run away and refused to ever risk exposing himself to such an adversity again, but he would confront it head-on!

I smiled at him:

“My husband, I will come with you and be at your side when you confront the beast.”

“Thank you, my wife. This is everything I could ever ask for.”

He kissed my forehead gently.

 

We arrived at the stately manor of Jamal’s family in the late afternoon. The place was rather grandiose, and I felt a sting when I realized that this should be mine. Sadly, that monster Naif had taken his place and robbed us of our birthright …

I did my best to suppress my fury, and we were led to the big courtyard by some servants.

When I saw Naif, the one that had once been my sister-in-law, I shivered. This person was gigantic … I had seen him from a distance, but never up close, and the sheer manliness of this creature was terrifying. He was sitting there among his retainers and was amusing himself by telling some tall tale or other, while the women were huddled together at the back, chattering among themselves. We were all veiled modestly and as Jamal greeted his “brother” begrudgingly, the giant got up.

He walked over to us with powerful steps, his gait suggesting that he was truly magnificently gifted. I shivered. I wasn’t supposed to think about these affairs, but here I was, and it was impossible for me to ignore the enormous man’s appendage shifting under his thawb.

The huge man looked down on Jamal and said, his voice thundering:

“My brother, it is good that you came. I trust your face is healing well? Have you found a good dentist to repair your teeth? I can recommend one …”

That monster’s expression was terrifying. He was grinning, each of his pearly white teeth large and hard, looking almost predatory. I was shivering behind my veils. It was … not just fear … but something else too …

Was it his smell? Around this giant, there was a kind of musk, something that made the hairs on my body stand on end, making me hesitate between the urge to flee and the desire to … offer myself to him. I gritted my teeth and closed my gloved fists, hoping he would not notice this.

He kissed Jamal’s cheeks and said:

“Welcome, welcome. We are all family here. Sit with us.”

Jamal hesitated. Then Naif turned to me. I felt so small and weak and helpless in front of this insane creature. I was cursed with my tiny, boyish body, and this … beast was so utterly manly … I looked down, guarding my modesty.

Then, without warning, the massive man grabbed me and lifted me up, before kissing my forehead. I was like a toy in his mighty hands, completely helpless. I could feel that Jamal was tensing up, wondering whether he could even hope to stop him, but realizing that it was not only pointless, but would also permanently ruin his standing.

The giant’s bushy beard invaded the eye-slit of my niqab and tickled my face through the fabric. I produced a panicked squeal. Then I felt the enormous … thing under the man’s thawb shift against my leg.

Ya Allah! It was as thick as my thigh, and as hard as rock!

For a moment, I had a dirty thought of what it must feel like to ride something as large and massive as this … Jamal was agreeably sized, but this? It would split me in half!

The giant held me like this and whispered so we both could hear it:

“Brother … sister … You both know where I came from and who I used to be. And I have become the biggest, strongest and most powerful man this country has ever seen. I suggest you understand where your place is now. Submit, and you will be rewarded. Play around and annoy me, and you will suffer. This is my house now, these are my people, and this is my country.”

Jamal hissed:

“It’s a claim at best! You having to say this means …”

The huge man cut him off:

“It is a statement of fact, and you will bend to it. Now enjoy and make merry, we’re having fun here.”

He lowered me down gently, releasing me. Feeling the insanely powerful grip of his mighty hands fade left me … wanting … I shivered. How could I be so unfaithful to my husband? How could I crave this monster?

And then again … how could I not?

Such manliness was admirable.

 

Later on, we were given some quarters to sleep. Driving back home was pointless, and besides, it would have been discourteous to leave so quickly. Jamal was exhausted and fell asleep quickly, and I found myself lying awake, my mind still struggling with what had happened. As I tried to relax, I found myself confronted with some natural urges, so I got back up. I looked at my poor husband, sleeping uneasily, haunted by his dreams.

I quickly slipped on a robe over my nightdress and headed out of the room to relieve myself. The house was dark at this time, and the servants had clearly also gone asleep. I could probably have woken one, but I figured I could manage this on my own.

I wandered the corridors, feeling a growing sense of urgency. This place was big and confusing. As many buildings in our country, it had grown over time, with add-ons constructed as the need for space increased. In no time, I was lost.

As I kept walking, trying to find a bathroom, or even the bedroom where we lodged, I heard some noises I couldn’t quite parse. They were loud and animalistic. Maybe it was some servants slaughtering animals? I couldn’t say, but at least, they would be able to tell me where to go.

I pulled the hood of my robe over my hair. The last thing I needed was to be seen as in any way unrespectable. Then I followed the sounds. The closer I got, the less they sounded like animal noises.

At last, I reached a large door. I should probably have knocked or made myself noticeable, but at this point, I was tired and just hoping to relieve myself. I opened the door, and found myself in the antechamber of Naif’s bedroom. Through a slit in the pearl curtain, I could see the giant man on his bed, and on him, there was one of his wives. The others were close-by, some exhausted, others watching eagerly. The wife that was riding him was nice and plump, with large buttocks that instantly made me feel self-conscious about my waifish body. His monstrous penis was slipping in and out of her, and she was squealing in lust and horniness as she impaled herself on his cock again and again. Naif’s huge, powerful hands were gripping her butt, sinking deep into her soft flesh. The monster of a man was grunting and bellowing his lust, causing those strange sounds.

Then, one of his other wives, who was wearing her veils in bed for some strange reason, climbed on his face and started moaning loudly too as the behemoth of a man began pleasing her with his tongue.

A moment later, Naif orgasmed, his cock deep in his thick wife. I could see her lean her head back in ecstasy as he came so intensely that his sperm even sprayed out of her sex despite the massive rod plugging it.

Despite myself, I couldn’t stop watching. This was just too fascinating.

I detested this man or whatever he really was, he had hurt my husband, and he had insulted everything I held dear … but he was incredible. I was caught between my bitter hatred and … burning jealousy.

I couldn’t explain it.

It was just insane. But to see his wife’s expression as she carefully climbed off his giant penis, her face glowing with satisfaction …

I wanted that.

I slinked away into the darkness as soon as I could, and did eventually discover a restroom, then I returned to our room. I stayed awake for the rest of the night, struggling to understand what I had just experienced.

 

Back at our house, Jamal fell silent. The sight of Naif had dampened his spirits. He seemed exhausted. Seeing as he was looking deeply saddened, I came close to him, kissed him, and hugged him gently. He looked at me for a moment, then looked away.

“My husband, how may I ease your spirit? I wish I could help you …”

He sighed. At last, he managed:

“I am lost. I will never be able to best a man such as Naif.”

Reluctantly, I agreed.

“He is incredible. Despite his horrible personality and his thievery, he is … a force to be reckoned with.”

His dark, beautiful eyes radiated sadness.

“What’s worse is that he is fundamentally a fake.”

“I still can’t believe he used to be your half-sister.”

“It is incredible.”

“That such a transformation is even possible …”

“You know … I even asked whether I could have it for myself. I talked to some specialist, I thought of hiring a coach, everything …”

“That would be good, husband! I can imagine you being all big and strong, bigger and stronger than Naif!”

“I was told that while I could certainly work out and become stronger, I doubt I could ever take it as far as my half-sister …”

“You think so? I believe in you, husband. I will support you on your way!”

The bearded man looked at me with admiration. He sighed.

Suddenly, I blurted out:

“I could train with you! We could do it together! Become stronger! Become bigger! And we could have our revenge! Get what is rightfully ours!”

He stared at me as if I had just said something foolish.

Then, slowly, he nodded:

“We … we could at least try.”

I smiled:

“We must. We cannot let this thing stay this way!”

I kissed him again, then climbed on him.

“I can imagine myself to be stronger and curvier! Wouldn’t it be amazing for me to actually have a nice bottom?”

He smiled happily. Little did I know what he was really thinking of …

 

A week later, we received a delivery. A large truck arrived and a few men started carrying in heavy equipment. Of course, I was confined to my quarters, but there is a small spot through which we women can look out and watch what is going on without being seen ourselves. I was impressed. The men had to use carts to move all that stuff, and even then, they were struggling with the loads. I was surprised: Those workmen were all smaller and weaker than Naif. Sure, they were strong enough, but they had nothing of my brother-in-law’s enormous power or mass. They brought all the machines to one of the less used rooms and then got busy assembling things.

I could no longer see or hear them, so I retreated back into my personal room. Then, Jamal came in. He looked very excited about all of this.

“They just brought all the training equipment. I have bought the best and most expensive system I could find. It’s very high quality, and it will help us tremendously! You will see. We will both be fit and strong in no time!”

I nodded. This sounded like a plan. Then he handed me a few books and said:

“You should read up on the whole thing. Apparently, those are very good and explain how things work. You’ll have to brief me on them later on and we will get to work.”

I stared at the literature. Then I smiled. It was all in English, but I picked that language up in finishing school. I nodded:

“I will, husband. Inshallah, it will work quickly!”

He nodded and smiled at me. His teeth were still going to be replaced, and his face still looked a bit puckered up, but this too would soon be better, and then, his enunciation would be clearer too again. Then he replied:

“You know how it is when your mother says ‘inshallah’ …”

I was clueless.

“What do you mean?”

I was obviously missing a joke here. He was taken aback.

“Don’t … didn’t your mother … you know, when you say ‘Mother, I want a motorbike!’, and she says ‘inshallah’?”

I blinked. My family was probably a bit on the country bumpkin side, but I didn’t get what he was trying to say. He groaned:

“You know it means ‘no’?”

I blushed.

“I’m sorry, husband, I … I come from the countryside. No brother of mine would ever ask his mother anything. He would do, and she would be quiet.”

“Oh. Oh yes. Obviously. You understand …”

“I do, husband.”

To be frank, I wasn’t entirely sure where he was going with that. Sometimes, I wished he would be less … modern in his sensibilities. I am afraid that this whole Nouf-Naif business was causing his brain to clog up in some way.

 

Once everything was ready and the men were gone, Jamal and I went down to the gym room. It was strange to see this place. There were mirrors on the walls now, racks of weights were installed on the sides, and the floor was covered in thick, hard rubber. Several machines had been bolted to the ground, and I nervously walked around, wondering what they all were about. Jamal was much more enthusiastic, touching the various devices and moving them as he climbed on them. He took two of the dumbbells and did a few movements with them, swinging them around swiftly.

He grinned:

“This is going to be amazing!”

I was not so sure. Then I sat on a bench and took out one of the books. It explained how to set up a workout routine. In a matter of moments, I was lost in my reading. I barely noticed Jamal wandering about and moving the machines, producing little clanks and bumps in the background.

This was quite fascinating. It was like a … a religion. You had all these rites and exercises, the exact details of dietary restrictions, the explanations when to do something and when to rest …

I smiled at him:

“I think I can do this. This kind of structure is right up my alley, husband!”

He nodded vaguely.

“Good, good … I’m glad this will work for you …”

He started doing some exercise, still wearing this thawb. He struggled a bit since the garment was a bit tight on his legs like this.

“Husband, you will have to wear more appropriate clothes, or you are going to damage them …”

I knew it wasn’t up to me to criticize him, but I tried to warn him. He didn’t take me seriously. A moment later, the fabric tore and he cursed loudly. I covered my ears and waited for him to calm down. Then I said:

“I will fix this for you later on, husband, don’t worry.”

He shrugged. Then he said:

“Good. I will have to buy good gym clothes for this. That is better …”

And he left.

I hesitated. Should I follow him or continue reading? Despite myself, I chose the latter.

 

The next day, I got up early as suggested in the books and went to the training room. I wore some wide pants and a simple tunic for my workout, tying up my hair so it wouldn’t get in the way. Jamal had left after breakfast despite my suggestion that he should train with me. He was busy with something, though I was rather certain it was just an excuse. Or he didn’t want to start so early …

I wouldn’t know, and it was none of my business. My husband was in his right to do whatever he found appropriate.

As a result, I started my workout on my own, applying the explanations from the book. I did everything as described, very carefully, making sure I had everything under control.

To be honest, I quite enjoyed it!

I was surprised to say it, but feeling my body do something was actually nice. Normally, the function of women of my status is to get married and to then spend the rest of their lives being pregnant and giving their husband as many children as possible. The more, the merrier. In a way, we are made to bring as many kids into the world, and that should be our only goal.

Whether our bodies actually “work”, and whether we have any control over ourselves is irrelevant.

Having this time for myself, challenging my body by those exercises, and actually feeling that I was doing something … It was an interesting experience.

Besides, it was fascinating to feel tired once I was done.

A woman like me is not supposed to tire herself out. Physical labor is something for the lower classes, for servants and peasants. To feel exhausted … it was an interesting experience.

As described in the books, I noted down the various exercises and repetitions I did, then went to shower and called a servant to give me the massage suggested in the book. The old woman was irritated by what I was asking of her, but she complied. Usually, she only worked on the feet and hands, or helped pregnant women. Feeling her rough hands on my shoulders and back … It was as strange an experience for her as for me.

 

Over the next weeks, I tried to keep Jamal motivated. It was a bit difficult. He joined me on occasion, but more often than not, he would be busy, unmotivated, tired, or simply not here. At first, I was irritated by this behavior, but as I got used to it, I quite enjoyed having my own place for myself.

Besides, I was making some nice progress. With every week, the exercises got easier for me, I developed certain routines, and I understood what I was doing. I changed my diet according to the explanations, and that only increased the effect.

After a few months, I could see some progress.

I had managed to get Jamal to the training room, and he arrived in a track suit he had bought for his workouts but rarely worn. I had tried to make him come a bit earlier, but he was getting his teeth fitted, and so, he had been in one of the coastal towns to see his specialist.

I had kept my body hidden lately to surprise him, insisting that we turn the lights off before consuming our marriage. He probably had some idea I had changed, but he hadn’t seen the results of my works yet.

When I walked into the room after him, I was wearing a pair of tight leggings and a matching tunic. I wasn’t displaying my charms in any way, but the tightness gave him a pretty good idea of my development.

What should I say?

He loved it!

The training had made my buttocks larger and firmer, my chest had been boosted a little by my upper body workouts, and my arms had grown a bit stronger. The additional strength meant that I was now standing straighter, and I was definitely looking more confident.

“Mashaallah, Salma! What happened to you?”

I smiled and lifted my arm, giving it a little flex. A small bump of muscle formed under my skin and I said:

“Husband, I stuck to my training, and you can see that it works!”

He nodded hungrily. I was doing something right!

 

From that day on, I kept increasing my workouts. This was excellent! I knew it was vain to do this, and I probably shouldn’t, but since I am supposed to please my husband, why not? Also, I must admit that I was getting the hang of it. I learned more and more about how my body functioned, and the more I understood, the more joy I found transforming it.

Eventually, I got Jamal to buy me a set of boxing equipment. I decided that if I was to be strong, then I should be learning how to fight. Otherwise, it would just be strength for its own sake, and that would certainly not help us.

Slowly, this whole fitness thing was beginning to take over my complete life. The servants were irritated by the number of meals I ate, by the many clothes they had to wash, and also my growing openness. Of course, I still stayed in the women’s quarters and I only ventured out with my husband, and then, I was modestly dressed, but … I was slowly giving up on the stricter parts of my style at home.

The servants didn’t much like it and probably reported on me to Jamal, but he clearly didn’t say a word. For him, this was what he wanted, so why would he stop me.

I did notice, however, that Jamal was getting … rounder. He ate with me, as was customary, even if he skipped the in-between meals my training required, but he soon lost energy and motivation on his own training.

As a result, he put on weight.

Now, I don’t mind this at all. A fat husband is a happy husband, especially if he has a wife he craves, but … I was starting to see a bit of a difference.

As my muscles became stronger and stronger, I was brimming with energy, moving quickly, climbing stairs in moments while he sometimes struggled.

On occasion, I went riding, in my veils, of course, and I loved how my fitness allowed me to really enjoy this! Before, I would sit on the horse and let it carry me. Now, I would spur it on, getting the animal into a wild gallop, and I barely stopped myself from whooping in ecstasy as I felt its strong body move … under me.

At home, I found that my desires were also getting stronger. When we got married, I appreciated the sensation of being wanted and I was eager to please my husband. Now, I wanted it actively, and I did what I could to get it.

Even when Jamal was tired from the day, I would tease him and egg him on until he was willing to be with me. He did enjoy it, of course, but … let’s put it simply: It was me doing the work.

Still, I felt that this was all developing the right way. I was on a good path, even if Jamal was straying. The stronger I got, the more I felt that I would be able to defend our honor should this gruesome Naif make another move against us.

 

As I grew stronger and tougher, Jamal watched on, and I could tell he was getting excited about this. Not only because of my desire for sex, but also because of my growing confidence. I hadn’t expected him to be in favor of such a development, but here we were.

Then, one day, he declared:

“My wife, I think you are on an excellent path, but I would like you to get your physical parameters looked up. After all, we have to know whether you are actually healthy.”

I must admit that I never would have thought about it, but he was right, of course. I had to be careful with my health! After all, it was my responsibility to always support my husband and to eventually bear his children, wasn’t it?

He soon brought in a doctor whose female assistant carefully examined me and took samples. The woman was rather impressed with my developing physique. She had obviously expected me to be one of the many out-of-shape wives that were so common in our country. It was a nice sensation to feel her touch on my muscles and to sense her admiration for my shape. With a woman, it wasn’t sinful, so I took it all in. Maybe I should ask Jamal about getting me a servant that wasn’t just an ancient, decrepit lady …

After this, Jamal and the doctor had a long talk. I stayed by myself as they discussed things. I just hoped there was nothing wrong with me!

I wasn’t sure, but I felt that at some point, the discussion got rather heated. I hesitated. Should I try and listen in on this? They were discussing my health, weren’t they?

Then I realized that I was starting to question my husband’s decisions. I couldn’t do that!

I sat back on the sofa and waited for him to return, putting my hands into my lap and thinking of him. Suddenly, I tried to flex my chest muscles to pass the time, and to my surprise, I found that I could move them on their own. It was amusing to see my bosom billow. What a strange sensation!

 

Soon after, my husband was informed on my health by the doctor. Apparently, I was healthy enough, but I still needed some injections of vitamins to improve my condition. I wasn’t aware of any weakness or any health troubles, but the man was a doctor, so obviously, he knew his stuff. The man was a trusted advisor for my husband’s family for a long time.

On his next visit, he instructed his assistant to give me one of these injections. Apparently, I was to receive them weekly, and this would help my body get better. The needle stung a bit, but due to my daily workouts, I was getting used to some pain. I dealt with it easily.

Then, the doctor explained to Jamal how to do the injections in case he or his assistant were unavailable. Maybe it was just me, but this seemed to excite him. I had known him for a while now, and he developed a bit of a twitch when he really looked forward to something …

Anyway, the doctor left after a few words with Jamal, and I was with him again.

He smiled at me and said:

“Alright. Now that this is done, how about you do your workout for the day?”

I nodded, then went to the gym and started my routine. To my surprise, Jamal even joined me, though I could tell that he had made no progress at all since we started. If anything, he seemed to be out of breath even faster than before. I still wasn’t anywhere as strong as him, but I could just see the difference between us shrink, even if slowly.

What surprised me the most, though, was that the workout felt easier than before. For some reason, I was full of energy, and took quite some time to exhaust myself.

Maybe it was the vitamins.

[El_Roy_1999]

Here’s a more classical muscle growth story, and one might deduce from the plot that it was written a year ago …

Pandemonium
A pandemic is sweeping the nation. A pandemic of muscle growth! Jane and Araya are working on a treatment, when things go wrong in the best way …

This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth. All characters are at least 18 years old.

Read it here:
https://books2read.com/u/38wwaO

And here’s your preview:

“Ladies and Gentlemen … The President of the United States of America.”

The reporters rose as the fanfare played. A spot went on and illuminated Margaret Kerry-DuBois as she walked along the stage to the podium. The president was a tall, fit woman in her sixties, having previously served as senator for the state of Georgia and as a senior diplomat of the United States in some of the more dangerous countries of the world. The spectators remembered the watershed moment when it was clear that she would win the election.

A bunch of terrorists had decided to assault the big final debate between Kerry-DuBois and the incumbent. To the audience’s shock, the senator had kept her wits and guided both her opponent and the master of ceremonies to safety into a hiding place.

When the old man had said “Alright, well, I’d vote for you …” to the cameras after the whole thing was over, it was obvious that she had the thing in her pocket.

Now, it was time to address the first big challenge …

Margaret Kerry-DuBois faced the audience, took a deep breath and showed her most solemn face. She had dark skin, reduced, elegant makeup, and perfectly cut black, bobbed hair. As would be expected from a woman of her stature, she always wore elegant, yet simple pantsuits, and today was no exception. She took a sip of water, then she started.

“Ladies and Gentlemen of the press, dear guests, my fellow Americans … Today, I will address the current rumors of a new epidemic that some say is spreading over our country.”

She paused for effect. It was uncommon for the president to address rumors, let alone health concerns. Usually, this would be a matter for the CDC’s director. Having the POTUS talk about it on national television was … surprising.

“As I said during my campaign, I vouch for openness and clarity in all official communications. I want the American citizens and the people that live here to feel safe and aware of any dangers.” A firm look at the press. “As Franklin D. Roosevelt once said: ‘The only thing we have to fear, is fear itself’, and it is my duty as president to stand against fear, panic and confusion. This is why I have decided to clear up the situation regarding these rumors.”

The press people exchanged glances.

“The current reports of a new epidemic concern the idea that people are turning muscular without warning. I have asked the CDC to compile a report on this phenomenon.” She lifted the report for the camera. A non-descript binder. “The director assures me that there is no viral or bacterial cause to this. There is no danger to the population and no necessity to use personal protection equipment such as masks …”

One of the reporters leaned over to his colleague:

“Is it just me, or is her blazer tighter than usual?”

“I don’t know. Could be? Maybe too many state dinners?”

He chuckled.

“No, seriously. Look at it … It’s tighter.”

The reporter flipped back on his phone. The picture he had taken at first looked different. The shoulders of the blazer were somewhat stretched now compared to before.

“Weird …”

“Yeah.”

Margaret Kerry-DuBois sighed. This was going well. Everything was clear and understandable. The reporters were attentive, and she had made her point. Good. She probably should be feeling more comfortable now, but instead, her clothes felt tight. Where did that come from?

There was this warmth … She was used to the heat of the stage lights, but it was more than usual! Did they use new lamps? She felt a drop of sweat form on her brow. This was not good. Sometimes, she wondered why she had to work with people who didn’t take their jobs seriously.

Well, she had to get through this without any fuck-ups.

Suddenly, a thought crossed her mind … What if she got infected? In the first moment, she was shocked, but then she calmed down. There wasn’t much she could do now, right? Also, there was this strange sensation of power that was welling up within her. That didn’t feel bad at all …

“Should you notice any significant changes to your metabolism, please visit your family doctor. The CDC will provide additional information to …”

Her voice trailed off for a moment and she took a deep breath. Her suit creaked audibly.

“… to …”

The president tried to focus. She took another deep breath. Fuck. So she was getting horny now … This was literally the worst place to get aroused … It felt good, though … She hadn’t felt this horny in years …

It was … wow … Wow!

She bit her lip. No wonder people were reporting being affected by this effect as late as possible. She breathed out sharply. Yes …

The assembled reporters were confused by what they were seeing. One of the correspondents from France whispered to a local colleague:

“Is she having a stroke, or an orgasm? Is this normal?”

The woman next to him raised an eyebrow, observed the politician, and then shrugged.

“It looks … odd.”

“Her clothes are not well-tailored either. You Americans still have a lot to learn from the continent.”

“Uh …”

On stage, the president was struggling with her notes. Her breaths were becoming more labored. The suit was getting horribly tight all over. Not just the blazer … the pants too.

Trying to manage the pressure, she reached for the buttons, but just then, the top button was blown off. It shot through the room and landed among the reporters.

She chuckled to herself as she saw the button disappear in the crowd. Wow. This was amazing …

The president grabbed the lectern and groaned loudly, leaning forward. It was obvious that her body was growing in some way, the seams at the blazer’s shoulders stretching visibly.

“Ladies and … Gentlemen … There is nothing … nothing to … to worry about … The government has … the situation … under control … and you can … you can … you caaaan … Goood, this feels … this is amazing … Fuuuck …”

There was a loud crack as one of the seams gave way. This was followed by a surprising crinkling sound as the president’s grip of the lectern tightened. Was she crushing the wood with her bare hands? Also, did the President of the United States just say “fuck” on live national TV?

The spectators were all for it. This was the scoop of the century!

Some of them got up to get a better look, microphones were pointed even harder at the leader of the free world.

Margaret Kerry-DuBois was struggling to stay focused. Her mind was getting flooded by insane thoughts. Thoughts of power, thoughts of sex. She was changing. Her iron will and her strict devotion to her duty as president were fading, replaced by a sensation of incredible lust for power …

What wouldn’t she give to fuck someone right now? How about fighting someone? What if she became the ruler of the world? That was megalomaniac, she knew, but somehow it didn’t feel as insane as it would have an hour ago …

Her grip tightened even further, and with a loud crack, the lectern splintered.

Then she growled:

“This is fucking incredible … I fucking love it! This strength! America … America is the strongest country in the world! It deserves the strongest people in the world! If I had the strength back then, I would have crushed these fuckers with my bare hands!”

The last words were basically roared at the microphones. Her face was looking shockingly intense now. There was so much confidence, so much energy … She was in charge. She was strong, she was assertive, she was at the center of the most powerful country in the world …

That’s when it happened.

[El_Roy_1999]

A supernatural story for the fans of occult growth and transformation.

The Demon Dean
Ren and July are excellent students in college. When a new dean is appointed, he wants to improve the fitness of the student body and gets Ren to try out the program. Soon, Ren is making excellent progress, becoming stronger, tougher and more assertive. Now, she wants more, and the dean is happy to provide!

This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth, height growth, moral corruption and gender transformation. All characters are at least 18 years old.

Read it here:

https://books2read.com/u/47poP7

The preview:

„Hi Ren!“

„Good morning, July!“

The two students hugged. It was still early, but both were chirpy and happy to see each other. The rest of the students that walked by seemed much less enthusiastic about the coming day. Ren admired her friend.

“July, you look awesome! I love what you did with your hair, and that shirt is … so cool!”

“Thank you! I’m glad you like it!”

July posed for her friend, her red hair looking amazing, matching her deep green shirt with silver embroidery. July was a bit of a nerd, but in a cute way, while Ren was more of a preppy, cheerleader-type girl. Honestly, she was a cheerleader, but she was also on the band, helped out in the library and spent her free time at the soup kitchen the college operated as a part of its charter. Also, she was the editor of the St. Arioch Reporter, the college newspaper. With her perfectly pressed white blouse and her demure deep purple skirt, she was the perfect modest college girl, without any of the messes and excesses the other women at the college engaged him.

Not that St. Arioch was a college known for its tendency to produce chaos. Far from it. The young men and women who studied there came from middle class families which mostly headed either for family businesses or straightforward professions. There was the joke that you could either become an accountant or a dentist at St. Arioch.

Ren hadn’t decided yet, but she was certainly feeling at home here.

The two young women headed for their lecture. As they did, they passed a bunch of fit guys who immediately checked them out. One of them, Harry, even made a hooting noise. Ren and July looked away. This wasn’t okay! Also, they couldn’t tell whether this was supposed to be a joke or whether Harry was serious about it.

Either way, they just needed to get to class …

 

A little later, as the professor was explaining a rather complicated concept, there was an announcement over the PA. The teacher looked a bit annoyed since he was in mid-sentence, but the students perked up, listening carefully.

“Dear students, we are sorry to announce that Dean Crawford has been in an accident and won’t be able to continue working for our college. Instead, the board has chosen Professor William Z. Robert as our new dean. He will address the students in groups over the next week. We wish Dean Crawford a rapid recovery, and welcome Professor Robert as our new dean!”

The teacher sighed, but the students wondered what that man would be like. Dean Crawford was a friendly older gentleman who had nothing but praise for his students, but tended to seem a bit behind the times.

July asked:

“You think this new guy is going to be as relaxed as Dean Crawford?”

Ren shook her head:

“I don’t think so. Usually, people like that have to be strict at first, and then they can soften up …”

“Yes, that sounds reasonable. You’re going to get an interview with him anyway, right?”

“I can’t wait!”

She smiled cheerfully. Then the two of them focused on the lecture again.

 

A few days later, Ren was waiting nervously in front of the dean’s office. She considered herself to be a good reporter by now, but before big interviews like this one, she still got jittery.

Then, she was called in. The door was opened and she was surprised to find the dean to be quite impressive. He was tall, very fit … she could even call him muscular. The man had black hair with a bit of a widow’s peak, and wore a rather fancy suit. Next to the old dean’s style, this man suggested power and charm. There was something fascinating about his eyes. It felt as if they were full of intensity and power. Ren found herself to keep looking at them, surprised by their color. They were dark and intense, but there was some kind of reddish sheen to them too …

“Hello, you must be Ms. Stevens, right?”

“That’s correct, Professor Robert.”

“Come on in, have a seat.”

She nodded and did just that. A moment later, the interview was progressing nicely. The dean’s deep, warm voice and his enthusiasm for his new position were catching. Ren was amazed by the plans he had for the college. She kept looking at his eyes, her mind swirling as he gazed at her. Her mind kept returning to his eyes, feeling rather empty at the same time.

“… I think having a healthy student body is really the most important. Students spend a lot of time sitting nowadays, and sitting is one of the most dangerous things one can do in modern life!”

“Sitting?”

“Yes. One wouldn’t think so, but there’s a wealth of studies on the dangers both for posture, bodyweight, circulation, even mental abilities.”

“Wow. That’s why you’re so buff?”

The older man chuckled. By now, Ren was hanging at his lips.

“Yes, partially. I just enjoy working out. Started it after finishing my degree when I realized that all that studying had really put me in a bad shape. So I was very happy to start training, and I never looked back. I can only recommend it, which is why I will do everything I can to promote physical fitness as well as mental health.”

“That sounds great!” Ren underlined this in her notes.

“Of course, nutrition is also a big part of the process. So, starting next month, the college will offer healthier food at the cafeteria and there will be programs on cooking and nutrition for everybody who’s interested.” He smiled: “I make an excellent Sichuan tofu dish!”

Ren was sold. This was incredible. His eyes seemed to encourage her.

“I can’t wait!”

“Good! If you’re interested, I have already secured a deal with Yucobax Nutrition, of which you probably heard …”

“Can’t say I have, sir.”

“They make excellent protein drinks. Very tasty. Would you like to try one?”

She nodded. The big man got up, walked into the small tea kitchen attached to his office, and returned with a glass with a white, milky liquid a moment later. The man smiled, his voice deep and calm, expressing a kind of charming confidence.

“Give it a taste. I really like it.”

Ren took the glass with both hands and gave it a sip.

“Wow! That’s great! I didn’t expect it to be so tasty …”

“Don’t forget to exercise a bit later on. Maybe just a nice, brisk walk over the campus grounds, unless you want to put in a good workout at the gym. You’ll see that you’ll feel much better!”

The student nodded:

“I can’t wait, sir.”

Eventually, the interview concluded and Ren left, feeling all energetic and ready for anything.

 

After quickly typing out the interview and formatting it for publication on the newspaper site, Ren was still full of energy. She had worked as fast as never before, and she just decided to take the dean’s advice and go on a walk.

She quickly changed into her workout clothes, and soon, that walk turned into a nice jog, which in turn become a run. Ren was amazed. Maybe it was just her whole feeling, but she had the impression that she had a lot of energy, and she really enjoyed feeling the movement.

After half an hour of running, she relaxed a bit, stretched and realized she was quite close to the gym. Well, if that wasn’t a sign of the heavens?

She headed inside and found the young men from earlier working out. This time, they were not joking around foolishly, instead, they looked very focused. Harry smiled at her and asked:

“Would you like to join us? We’re doing a final set for today, and you can try and see what you like.”

Ren nodded eagerly and got busy.

The young men watched her in a certain awe as she kept up with them. Sure, there were a few technique issues which they helped her correct, but what seriously impressed them was how Ren was somehow able to maintain good form and focus all through their workouts. She wasn’t using anywhere the weights they were used to, but still, having her just show up and blaze through an intense training like that … Wow.

When they were all finished, Ren was pretty exhausted, but not in a bad way. She smiled:

“That was great! When can we do this again?”

Harry grinned:

“We’re here every day. Just come on over and join in! After that show, I think we’d all be happy to have you with us!”

There were sounds of agreement.

As they all cleaned up the gym, Ren couldn’t stop herself from checking out Harry. Man, he was kinda handsome behind his goofy gym-bro attitude … Obviously, she couldn’t just do anything … but … Weeeell …

 

The next weeks were a bit of a blur for Ren. She was so full of energy, it was incredible! She had never felt like this, but she absolutely adored it. It was just too good! Maybe it was the protein drink, but … wow! The dean insisted on having regular talks with her, “fireside chats” as he called them, and would explain his policies and plans for the college for her. As a result, Ren was getting very involved in the actual business side of the college, and began to understand many of the challenges the whole institution was dealing with.

After a particularly complicated talk about how the college’s athletic policies would be developed over the next years, Ren gave the dean a rather exhausted sigh. She had done her best to not down his ideas, but at the same time, she kept getting lost in the dean’s eyes. It was as if they looked deep into her soul. The tall man smiled and asked:

“I overdid it, didn’t I?”

“Well, sir, I’m afraid I’ll have to really go through my notes and try to understand what you just explained before I can put all of this into an article.”

“I understand. I’m sorry. You know how it is. Once one’s passionate about a subject, one might just get carried away …”

“I kinda get why that would happen.” She looked through her notes. “So just so I understand it, the big focus during the next years is to really develop the sports teams, especially the male ones?”

“That’s right. I have high hopes for this generation. The women’s sports teams won’t be reduced, obviously, but you have seen what our boys can do, right?”

She nodded. Yes … They were definitely nice to look at!

The dean got up. Ren’s eyes followed him mechanically. She felt a kind of inexplicable sadness that the talk had ended.

“Would you like your protein drink to finish things off?”

“That would be great sir. Thank you!”

He went to the back room and returned with a big glass. Ren inadvertently licked her lips. Then she took a big sip.

“Mmh! Sir, if I may say … These guys really manage to make a great protein drink. It’s actually tasty!”

“I think they take great pride in their recipe. And it’s free, so that is an extra advantage.”

“That’s right.” Ren downed the rest of the glass. “Have you thought about distributing it in the cafeteria yet?”

“I am working on it. It does need a bit of infrastructure. But of course, if you find people who might profit from it …”

“I’ll see what I can do, sir.”

With a smile on her face, Ren left.

 

At the same time, her training went marvelously. In those few weeks since she started working out with the boys, her fitness had improved tremendously. She ran faster, she jumped higher, she lifted heavier, she was more flexible … It was astonishing. On the cheerleader squad, she was excelling, supporting the team with her increasing strength and just providing the kind of energy they needed to collectively improve. However, she also stuck with the Harry and the boys. Going to the gym with them had become a part of her daily routine, and she would make sure they were all there.

The gym bros and her had become fast friends. She was one of the boys now, in on all of their shenanigans and happily taking part in their activities, even the less public ones. Somehow, the young men found her to be very comfortable around them, a kind of energetic tomboy who was just into the same things and pushed them to get better at their stuff the same way as they did.

Harry was pretty amazed by her. The more she worked out, the sexier she seemed to become. Her ass firmed up tremendously and soon turned into twin hard bubbles of muscle, her waist became plastered with hard blocks of ab, and her chest got wider, bigger and stronger. Soon, there was talk about her getting an athletics scholarship. Her only real problem was that she couldn’t make up her mind on which sport to pursue … All her activities were taking up her time, and she really didn’t have the time to cram in even more stuff to do.

The young men didn’t mind having her around for longer. There was just so much dumb shit they could do together.

Just yesterday, Alex and Finn decided to try their pec bounces. The two young men were standing there, trying to make their chests move. Harry was a bit embarrassed. He clearly didn’t want Ren to feel weird about this.

“Hey, guys, cut it out. You’re making Ren uncomfortable!”

Alex raised an eyebrow at him.

“You sure about that, bro?”

Harry turned to Ren, who was grinning.

“Um, Ren …”

Finn made his chest roll and pop.

“Tell me, Ren, are we making you uncomfortable?”

He made his pecs jump enticingly. The cheerleader laughed:

“I don’t know. You tell me?”

Then she flexed her right pec. It made her breast bounce a bit. Finn’s eyes practically popped out of his orbits, while Alex coughed as he choked. Harry tried to look away.

Ren just grinned:

“I only managed to do the right one. Should I try the other one?”

Now the three young men were all trying to say no and insist it wasn’t necessary, but also tried sneaking a peek. It took Ren a few more tries until she managed to do both pecs, and then, she declared:

“Okay … I think I got this. Could you play some music, Finn? We could try to do a choreography together!”

Finn and Alex were blushing deeply, while Harry realized just how much he was in love with her!

 

The school year went on and Ren was constantly busy. Writing articles for the newspaper, working out with the boys, cheerleader practice, and, of course, studying, took up all of her time. Normally, this would make her tired and exhausted, but instead, she barely noticed how much she was doing. However, she did miss on spending time with July, coming in way earlier than normal, and leaving the school building late at night.

So, after a few attempts to talk to her, July got up very early, and, after sleeping through three snoozes, she managed to find Ren as she walked up to the college campus.

“Um, Ren …”

The blond young woman smiled at her. July was impressed. They hadn’t seen each other much lately, and Ren had definitely changed. She looked … bigger. Not fatter, no … Not at all. She looked buff. Strong. Ripped, even. Actually, the word “swole” came to mind. She was looking impressive, her shoulders having become broader, her arms hanging lazily on her side, but sporting a pair of nice biceps that were visible even relaxed. Her chest was equally bigger and broader, giving her breasts some solid support. And her ass … okay … That thing was great!

“July! Sorry for not writing back … I was all busy with the newspaper … I’m really sorry!”

The redhead shook her head:

“Don’t worry. I totally understand. I was just wondering how you were doing. I … I miss you.”

“Oh, that’s so sweet of you, July … I miss you too. I just … with the gym, and the meetings with the dean … My schedule was just so full!”

“Well, you are looking great …”

“You think so?”

Ren felt July’s hand on her shoulder. The other young woman squeezed it a bit, then nodded admiringly.

“You’re so buff! That’s incredible!”

“The boys and I are working out every day now, and the cheerleader practice, and the protein shakes and everything …”

“Wow. Well, I can’t argue with the results …”

Ren grinned and flexed her arm. Her biceps popped up nicely, forming a hard mass that shifted under her skin. It wasn’t big or anything, but it was … large for a young woman. Instantly, she felt July’s eyes on her. Suddenly, she had an idea:

“Say, would you like to join me? I don’t know about the boys, but I think I know my way around the gym now, and I think I could train you!” She smiled: “Maybe that’s what I want to do, become a personal trainer!”

July nodded slowly. That sounded great!

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