[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.

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