[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!

[El_Roy_1999]

Sorry for the long delay, but here’s a story all of you ftm fans will enjoy!

Fitting In
Sarita is accepted at a prestigious college. She expects to improve her skills at bio-chemistry and to meet other science prodigies. Sadly, the place turns out to be full of useless nepo-babies. The only nerdy dudes are the bodybuilders. Thankfully, they are very much interested in her skills, and she ends up being just as fascinated by their ideals. 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/47jdZ8

(A link to the various sellers)

Here’s the preview:

The Emir Hussein Ibn Aziz Al-Saqri Institute for Science and Technology advertised itself as the number one institute for training young researchers in the Gulf area. The website showed the modern laboratories, the famous researchers coaching the young talents, the extensive sports facilities (“Mens sana in corpore sano”), the closeness to the capital and the partnerships with other colleges all over the world.

Sarita Mendez had great expectations when she was accepted to the college on a scholarship for excellency. Her school record was impressive, and she had already worked on several bio-chemistry projects, first with her teachers, then even with university people. Her work was interesting enough that several companies had already suggested she started right away with them.

Her parents said no. They wanted her to graduate from college first. What if it turned out to be a fluke? Then she would be in her mid-thirties and she’d have no finished training. Sarita understood the arguments and they went on the lookout for a good college. One of the professors had heard good things about the Institute for Science and Technology, and his own former teacher was now working there. It was probably a good place to graduate and build a network.

She had applied, and she was accepted quickly. Her parents did have to pay something for the lodgings, but the tuition and the whole equipment was included.

So, this all looked very fine indeed.

It took Sarita a moment to realize that the advertisements had lied.

Sure, the Institute’s equipment was excellent, and the teachers had amazing credentials, but … expectations were a little different.

During Introductory Organic Chemistry, the other girls in class just wouldn’t shut up. Sarita was sitting all the way in front, trying to listen to the professor, but the noise the young women were making was deafening. She turned around to glare at them and try to figure out what was going on.

One of the young women, Zaira, was loudly talking about her new breasts. She was veiled, of course, but that didn’t stop her. She had removed the lower part of her hijab that covered her chest, and had pulled down her dress so the other girls could admire them.

“I had the doctor make them all big and round! I want them to look like on a Barbie, you know?”

“I totally get you … I want mine like this too … You have to tell me the name of your surgeon.”

“Wow! Look at how small the scars are … I wish mine were as little!”

“Stop complaining, Umna, your tits are great!”

“Yeah … I love your nipples!”

The girls were all excited about this, while Sarita just cringed. She wanted to listen to the professor, not some stupid talk about tits!

She got a part of her wish when the girls switched to the topic of lips. Apparently, Asra had hers done not with injections, but with implants, and now, they looked so much fuller! And it was permanent too!

At last, the young women noticed Sarita and her stares.

They gave her frustrated looks.

Batoul rolled her eyes at her:

“What is it, Hindu girl?”

“What? I’m not Hindu.”

“Who cares? What do you want? Can’t you be scruffy somewhere else?”

Sarita crumbled under the haughty looks of the young women. They were right. The girls were impeccably styled, and their looks, while artificial and ridiculous, where still perfect. Each one of them sported perfect, if overdone makeup, and extremely stylish and expensive clothes that were as elegant as they were modest. They also shared the same nose, which was apparently the style that was en vogue right now …

Next to them, Sarita wasn’t even an ugly duckling. She tried to brush her hair and tie it into a ponytail, but it would always break out into thick curls whenever it could, and she couldn’t bring herself to wearing something different than oversized pants and big t-shirts, usually with nerdy prints on them. Before she left, her parents had suggested she dressed locally and had bought her a set of clothes at the local Pakistani shop, but she had found the fabric to feel incredibly uncomfortable and cheap-looking. Next to those silky marvels, she would have looked even more like a peasant.

What made things worse was that she really wondered what they looked like naked … Sarita didn’t see herself as gay or bisexual or anything … but those women? They did make her curious!

“I just wanted to say … I’d like to listen to the professor.”

“Then do that? What’s keeping you?”

Umna was inspecting the shape of Zaira’s tits through the fabric now.

“You’re loud. I can’t hear what he’s saying?”

“Then, I don’t know, sit closer to him? You’re the genius, aren’t you?”

“I’m not a genius! I just …”

Finally, the professor decided to act.

“Ms. Mendez … Please, would you keep it down? I am trying to explain important basics that you will need for the coming lessons …”

“But Sir …”

“Please.”

His expression suggested that she had screwed up. Sarita sighed loudly. The professor glared at her.

She nodded and tried to concentrate, but the giggling just continued.

 

Eventually, it was time for a break. The students exited the classroom, still noisy and distracted. Sarita just sat there, trying to get her mind to work. The background noise had really drained her. Why couldn’t these idiots not shut up?

She wondered whether things would be better in the male classes …

Officially, the college was all for co-education, but in practice, the classes were strictly segregated by gender. Sarita could maybe try getting into one of the men’s groups.

As she passed one of the rooms, she listened to what they were doing. Maybe that was better?

“Ferrari? Those are shitty cars. They’re all loud, but they’re not fast! You need a real fast car. Do it like me! Get your dad to buy you a Porsche! Or even better, an Aston Martin. Now that’s a real car!”

Sarita poked her head in. The classes were alternating breaks to make sure the students didn’t meet across genders, although, as far as the other women told her, there were plenty of opportunities to actually get together, in secret, though …

The young men were ignoring the teacher completely too, talking loudly about their cars, their clothes and the women they were apparently fucking. She sighed. That didn’t sound much more interesting either. She wanted to retreat, when one of the guys spotted her. He got up, completely ignoring the teacher who was droning on about something, and walked to her. Sarita was a bit surprised. The guy was incredibly buff and broad-shouldered. Most of the men around here tended to be either thin and scrawny or quite fat, but this guy was actually fit.

Two other similar guys showed up a moment later.

Sarita was starting to feel a bit threatened. Maybe she should run? Maybe get help? The men weren’t supposed to be with women during class, so …

“Hey, nerd girl, you got a moment?”

She blushed.

“Nerd girl?”

“You gotta be the nerd girl. You’re the only one without makeup and duck lips.”

“I’m wearing makeup.”

“You’re wearing makeup? Where?”

Somehow, Sarita lost all nervousness. She pointed at her eyelashes. Then at her eyebrows. Then at her cheeks.

The guy was looking increasingly confused. He came very close now and examined her cheek with great curiosity.

“Hmmmm …”

One of his fellows asked:

“What do you see, Hamid?”

“I guess there’s some makeup here …”

Sarita rolled her eyes.

“Okay, now that we have established this … What do you even want?”

Hamid blushed:

“Weeell … You’re a science nerd. I’ve bought some stuff that will make my muscles grow, but I’m not sure whether it’s any good.”

She shrugged:

“Maybe try a little at first?”

“Nah. You’re the nerd, you know stuff. I want you to test it in the lab and tell me whether it’s safe.”

Sarita made an annoyed face.

“Nope.”

“What?” Hamid was genuinely taken aback. “Why?”

“I’m not here to take orders from you.”

This astonished the guys significantly.

“Um.”

“What? You’re not my bosses.”

“But … we’re guys. You’re some foreign chick. Probably from India. And you should be happy to serve me.”

“I’m not from India. Where does everybody get the idea? And I’m not serving anybody.”

The men realized that this wasn’t going to work. Their expressions turned to anger.

“Well then, fuck you!”

Sarita smiled at them. They were so helpless, despite their big muscles.

“Relax. I’ll do it. But I’m not your servant, and I expect you to say ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ like normal people.”

The muscle-bros stared at the diminutive young woman, exchanged glances and then nodded.

“Okay. Would you please check those drugs for us?”

With a big gracious smile, Sarita declared:

“Of course I will. Meet me at the biochemistry lab after school.”

 

The muscleguys clustered around the young woman, staring nervously at the screen of her computer. She clicked on some buttons, then consulted a few websites, then sighed and said:

“Okay …”

Jamal asked, his voice a bit too loud:

“So, is it safe?”

Hamid knocked against the back of his head with his fist.

“Shut up, idiot! Let her think!” To Sarita, he said: “Don’t mind him, Sarita. He’s a fool.”

“I’m not a fool …”

“Shut the fuck up, Jamal!”

“Okay, okay …”

Sarita glared at them and they all fell silent.

“As far as I can see from the tests, this is not good quality. Whoever sold you this stretched it quite a bit, and some of the things they put in there are probably not healthy. Some are harmless. But … I wouldn’t use it if I were you.”

The look of relief on the young men’s faces were incredible. Hamid nodded eagerly:

“Thank you so much, Sarita! That was amazing! All that science stuff … You’re a genius!”

“No, no … I was just applying the standard tests …”

Jamal interrupted her:

“She’s a genius!”

The rest of the boys nodded and agreed loudly.

To be perfectly honest, Sarita felt flattered. Those guys were idiots, but … their antics were cute. And some of them actually looked quite good. She suppressed a chuckle.

Then Hamid asked:

“Um … I have a question, Sarita …”

She smiled:

“What is it? Any other things you need tested?”

He nodded, but then he added:

“Yes, I have some drugs for a party on the weekend, but … if you can test those things, can you also make them?”

Sarita thought about this for a moment, then she said:

“Shouldn’t be too difficult with the equipment here. This is all top of the line. Also weird that it’s not getting used …”

“And do you need anything? Any other things?”

The young woman grinned:

“I think you’ll be able to help me a lot!”

 

After a few days of preparation, Sarita and the bodybuilders went to the lab together. The professors weren’t terribly interested in what they were doing. To be honest, Sarita suspected that they had joined this college to get a steady stream of income at the end of their careers, or to just do their own stuff, entering a deal of mutual ignorance with the students.

This served the young woman well.

Directing her muscular manservants, she began synthesizing the drugs they wanted. It took her a few weeks to set everything up, but once the whole thing was up and running, she could provide them with a steady stream of high-quality substances, which she then tailored to the individual users. The boys were amazed by the stuff. The intensity of their gains was equally impressive.

Sarita could literally watch them getting bigger and buffer by the day. The rest of the college students also started to notice eventually. It was quite astonishing. The women seemed to be quite into these changes, impressed by the bodybuilders’ increasing mass and size, as well as their rapidly improving confidence. As Sarita got more familiar with all the stuff the boys were shooting, she started introducing little improvements here and there to make the drugs more efficient and to increase their stamina.

She loved this work. It was right up her alley. She could nerd out about all those molecules and enzymes, and the muscleboys would keep coming up with better and better exercises. Somehow, she had become the guys’ muscle-herder, and they certainly appreciated her mastery.

They even started calling her Sheikha and would get her advice on pretty much everything.

As a result, the young men’s grades improved. Or actually, they didn’t improve, but the professors found themselves impressed by what they were doing. There was no doubt about their graduation, obviously, but now, it was clear that they were actually going to earn it. Suffice to say, this only made the bodybuilders more attached to their Sheikha.

For Sarita, this didn’t bring the improvement she had expected. Okay, it was nice to have people to hang out with, and the muscleguys were quite nice and respectful, but her commitment only made her more suspicious to the other students. The women were definitely disagreeing with this and would make disparaging comments right in her face now. While Sarita tried to hide her unhappiness, she found that the buff guys were surprisingly alert.

“Ya Sheikha, are the women getting you down?”

Hamid, Jamal and Yasin sat down next to her, filling the surroundings with their bulk.

Sarita tried to conceal her feelings, but then, she nodded.

The three young musclemen nodded gravely.

“That’s bad. It’s hard to find good friends, and those women … they can be very hurtful.”

“I just want to be left alone, you know? They are constantly picking on me, and I didn’t do anything!”

“You helped us.”

“That’s not the reason!”

“Maybe it is.” Hamid gave her a very wise smile. Then he said: “You know what, Sheikha? We’re going to take you with us, and you’re going to train with us.”

“But … That’s not my issue.”

“Correct. And yet, you will see that it helps you. Come with us, and we will make you sweat it all out. You will feel exhausted, but you will also feel better.”

Sarita gave them a skeptical look, but the three men nodded gravely, had her get up, and took her to the gym.

 

When Sarita returned to the dorm after the workout, she felt great! Sure, she was exhausted and sweaty too, but she also felt great! She hadn’t expected this to be such a nice experience. The guys had taken their time to explain every exercise carefully and had encouraged her to do every single one of them very carefully. Then they had made her do a full routine. Since it was their leg day, she found it quite astonishing to see just how much weight she could move on the leg press, but they also warned her that she would find that she would be sore for the next few days.

Still, Hamid, Jamal and Yasin had been right: She did feel better. This was a great experience! Also, she had to admit that looking at those super-buff guys she had helped form with her expertise certainly was entertaining …

The next day brought exactly the issues the men had warned her about. Sarita could barely walk and stumbled along clumsily, which only made the girls mock her even harder.

However, this somehow motivated her to try working out again.

So, when the guys assembled for their next session, she just walked up to them, declared that she was in, and joined up.

Hamid and the others were delighted and made sure she felt good with them.

 

As the term ground on, Sarita noticed that the daily training was changing her. On the one hand, she was getting buff. That was obvious, and something she quite enjoyed. She was getting fit and strong and her posture improved. She felt amazing.

On the other hand, her tolerance for the girls’ bullshit fell. At first, she did her best to ignore them, but as the weeks went by, their attempts at bullying really only got on her nerves. It was just getting boring, not hurtful. It was supposed to make her feel bad, but instead, it just made her tired.

Also, she noticed that since her body started changing, the girls were beginning to lose their shit. It was interesting to watch. Contrary to them, Sarita wore Western clothes, and while they were still baggy and roomy, her improving physique was making them look pretty nice: Her shoulders had become a bit wider, her chest was pushing up her breasts, her waist was getting very trim, and her ass and legs were getting very shapely. She even had a bit of a six-pack by now.

When she admired herself in the mirror after a hard workout, she couldn’t help but feeling proud about her new looks.

And the other young women hated her guts for it.

When she inadvertently exposed her abs as she tried to shift her shirt, she could see them go green with envy. When one of the girls pinched her ass to humiliate her, and the other woman realized just how hard and round it had become, she could literally feel their jealousy.

And it felt so good.

[El_Roy_1999]

A story for all those of you who like their women big, old, and large-clitted!

The Circus Lady
The circus is in town! During the show, Arthur gets to witness the Tremendous Titania, huge-titted older strongwoman! After this, it turns out that they match pretty nicely, and you’ll be able to read about their romance … This work of erotic fiction contains female muscle, a large-clitted older woman with huge breasts and feats of strength. All characters are at least 18 years old.

Read it here:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1911682

https://books2read.com/u/bzzxWn

And a preview to whet your appetite:

To put things very simple, Arthur’s town wasn’t known for its excitement. Even calling it a town might have been a bit of an overstatement. It was a glorified village, surrounded by fields, and further away, by woods. The place had a dusty road leading in and back out, and an inn, a pub and a general store. That was it. Entertainment was sparse.

Since Hareton had been connected to the electrical grid, there was a bit more in the way of lighting and music, but people were gasping for every little bit of fun.

So, when the announcer arrived in his car, with the big placard of a clown and a beautiful lady on a horse, and his speakers started blaring circus music, everybody knew that there would finally be some relief from the drudgery. The kids reacted instantly, admiring the car and staring at the big man that filled it out quite completely. Then he got out of it in his fancy uniform, took his top hat, put it on, and shouted into his megaphone:

“LAAAADIES AND GENTLEMEN! GET READY! TOMORROW, IT IS TIME FOR FUN! TOMORROW, EXCITEMENT COMES TO YOUR TOWN! TOMORROW, YOU WILL WITNESS THE SPECTACLE OF YOUR LIFETIMES! DON EMILIO’S BIG TOP IS COMING! ENTERTAINERS OF KINGS AND PRESIDENTS! MASTERS OF ACROBATICS! WILD ANIMALS! INCREDIBLE ATHLETES! DEATH-DEFYING STUNTS!”

The man wouldn’t stop. Instead, he continued to shout about the beasts, acrobats and clowns and, to be honest, he drew quite the crowd. As he kept shouting, three more people climbed out of the car, and started handing out leaflets. Arthur smiled at the very shapely lady with the powerful thighs that gave him a slip of paper. She answered his smile and said:

“Don’t forget: The first twenty people in line get in for absolutely free!”

Arthur barely registered her words, but he nodded. Then the woman was already gone, continuing her distribution. He looked at the leaflet and saw the lions, the elephants, the horse-riding woman, the trapeze artist, the clowns, and … The Tremendous Titania! Apparently, one of the stars of the show was a strongwoman.

The young man shrugged. A strongwoman. Whatever. Sure, some women tended to be pretty strong and around here, all the wives of the farmers had to be able to work as hard as their men, but this seemed more or less like a waste of time.

Still, he would go for the animals. And the riding ladies. He was pretty sure that the leaflet woman was one of them. He chuckled. That woman could well ride him …

 

The next day, the circus crew arrived, set up the big top, and soon, people from all around started gravitating towards Hareton, bringing their kids, their parents and their farmhands. The place was bustling, and Arthur, who was also a farmhand and thus always short on cash, had managed to get to the top of the line and was now sitting by the arena on a bench, eating surprisingly salty yet expensive peanuts.

The show started soon enough and Arthur was quite amazed by what they were doing. The acrobats were incredible, the animals were funny and also a bit scary, and, well, so were the clowns.

And then, after he was already completely overwhelmed by all the craziness happening in the ring, the top-hatted man announced The Tremendous Titania!

To the wary applause of the crowd, a rather short woman entered the ring. She was wearing a very sparkly leotard that was extremely skimpy, and she was old.

Really old.

The spectators were starting to wonder what that was supposed to be. The Tremendous Titania was at least seventy, probably older, and her face showed her age, even though she had a concentrated, energetic expression.

Also, she was incredibly muscular. That, at least, was tremendous about her. Arthur had never seen muscles like that. Not on a woman, not on a man, not on an animal. Even the elephants from before looked a bit … slim … next to her.

As she walked to the center of the ring, waving at the crowd, Arthur was mesmerized. The woman’s muscles were incredibly dense, her shoulders were almost as broad as she was tall, and her traps were thick and high, completely absorbing her massive neck. She reached her destination, then she said:

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I am the Tremendous Titania, and I will now perform a few little feats.” An assistant brought her a set of black balls on a cart and she took three of them and started juggling. Arthur was quite good at juggling, and three balls weren’t impressive.

Okay, now she took a fourth one. Still … not very tremendous.

Suddenly, the wonderful lady from the leaflets appeared next to him and gave him a sign to come and join her on the arena. Together with a few other men, they assembled close to the Tremendous Titania. She was now juggling six balls and said:

“Gentlemen, are you ready?”

Arthur looked at her and the other guys and nodded.

“I’ll now toss you the balls. Don’t drop them, okay?”

More nods. To the crowd she called out:

“Let’s see what your boys are made of. To me, they look a bit … wimpy. Mothers, you have to feed them better!”

That drew a bit of a laughter, and then she tossed the first ball at one of the men.

The guy caught it easily … and then, he fell over. There was a bit of confusion.

Then the audience heard the man go:

“Shit! That thing is heavy!”

He barely managed to stand, holding the metal ball with both hands. Titania grinned, tossed two of the balls at the next pair of young men and said:

“Well, this young guy is holding up alright. Just one tip, young sir: keep your legs apart, so when you drop that thing, it won’t crush your toes!”

And she threw two more balls. The four other men had awkwardly caught those metal balls and had managed to hold them, stumbling to stay upright.

And now, she tossed the last one at Arthur. He braced for whatever was going to happen, and then, he caught it.

It was like getting hit by a cow. Arthur stumbled back, but managed not to fall down. Still, the weight of the ball took the air out of him.

The woman smiled and laughed and walked over to him with a swagger. Only now did Arthur realize just how enormous the woman’s tits were. They were squeezed a bit into that leotard, but … holy shit!

She grinned at him and asked:

“What’s your name, young man?”

“Arthur, Ma’am.”

“How heavy you think that ball is?”

“I dunno, Ma’am. Pretty heavy.”

“Right you are. Our Arthur here has just caught fifty pounds of cast iron.”

He nodded, and the crowd applauded. Then the woman said:

“Okay, boys, if you’re all warmed up, how about you help me for another bit?”

The men nodded eagerly. An assistant brought a kind of long bar with six simple seats attached to it.

“Alright, guys, keep your balls with you, okay?”

The crowd laughed as Titania directed them to sit on the chairs.

“You can keep them in your laps. Just … don’t play with your balls, okay?”

More laughter. Arthur sat down and the strongwoman got under the bar. And then, she stood up. It didn’t look like much, but Titania just lifted 300 pounds of iron balls and over a thousand of young men. The audience cheered, but that wasn’t enough. For now, the bar was resting on her huge shoulders, but she shifted her grip, and then, she hoisted the massive load upwards. Now the guys were some seven feet above the ground. People applauded and cheered her.

Titania walked around the ring, the men waving nervously as they were being paraded around. Then she returned to the center and said:

“Okay, boys, are you having fun up there?”

There were nods and sounds of agreement.

“Shall we spice this up a bit?”

The men hesitated a bit, but then, Titania just threw the whole bar in the air. As it rose, the men screaming in sudden terror, it flipped a bit, switching from horizontal to vertical, with the seats realigning themselves so the men still sat safely, held down by the metal balls on their laps.

Titania caught the tip of the bar with both hands, then pushed the whole thing up, balancing the pole with perfect grace before removing one hand.

Now the pole with the six men perched on top of each other was standing high above the arena, supported only by the old woman’s palm and her outstretched, unbelievably muscular arm.

The crowd was stunned at first, but then, roaring applause washed through the big top.

To his surprise, Arthur felt completely safe in his seat. The thing barely moved, such was the amazing control this woman had over it.

As the applause died down, Titania lowered them back down, switching the pole back into a bar, and asked:

“You alright, boys?”

They all nodded a bit nervously. To the spectators, she shouted:

“Give your guys a round of applause! They were all very, very brave to trust such a weak old woman as me!”

The audience clapped loudly, they laughed and stomped, and then she said:

“Okay, well done. Now you just have to give me the balls back!”

The men all handed them over, and Titania easily took them and returned them on the very robust cart. As Arthur gave her his, she smiled at him:

“You’re a cutie, you know that?”

He blushed and whispered:

“You’re great too …”

He couldn’t explain where that had come from, but … it was honest.

She gave him a friendly nod and replied:

“We’ll see each other after this, okay?”

 

Much later, the whole show wound down, the people filed out of the tent, and the overall feeling was that this had been a wonderful evening. Some of the kids still hung out by the animals, staring at the beasts as they relaxed after work, while the teenagers preferred to talk to artists, usually about life on the circus and the prospect of running away and leaving Hareton’s mind-boggling boredom behind.

Arthur waited for Titania to show up. He was getting increasingly nervous, wondering whether she had made fun of him by suggesting this meeting. Actually, he wasn’t sure she had actually said that they would meet. After all “after this” could mean anything, really? What if she meant after the circus was finished in town? Or when she quit at the circus, due to old age? Wait … The woman was clearly very old already. How would quitting due to old age even work?

[El_Roy_1999]

Here’s the official release of this astonishing and very intense sports action transformation story!

Last Resort
The Titans’ current team showed great promise for the season, but then, disaster struck! The football players were injured in a horrible accident. Faced with the catastrophe, the cheerleader squad takes a desperate decision: If the men can’t play, then the ladies will have to replace them! This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth, height growth, futa and gender blending. All characters are at least 18 years old.

Get it here:

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and:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1922593

Here’s a preview:

The cheerleaders’ chat was glowing. Every second, more messages popped up on Katie’s feed. She struggled to keep up with them. Something terrible must have happened!

She clicked on another one of the messages, but it was unclear what was going on. In the end, she just called Robin. The other cheerleader took a moment to answer. Katie heard the shock in her voice.

“Kaaaatieeee …”

“Robin! What’s going on? I don’t get it. Can you please …” Her words were cut off by Robin’s sobs. “… Robin … What happened?”

Katie was the “nerdy” one on the squad because she was also good at maths and science and was able to hang out with the nerds. As a result, she often ended up out of the loop. Now she just hoped Robin would tell her what happened. At last, the other girl managed to calm down enough to explain:

“The team! They had an accident with the bus!”

Katie’s heart fell. That was horrible!

“How are they? Are they okay?”

“Of course not! They are all injured. Except for the quarterback, Oliver. He’s okay, but he’s at the hospital to be checked up anyway. The others broke arms and legs and everything!”

“Oh God … What do we do now?”

“I guess our college is screwed. We’re out of the championship. They can’t send Oliver alone …” Robin managed a bit of levity for a moment, then fell back into despair. “We had such a good team! And they’re all hurt! It’s so horrible!” She started crying again.

Katie took a deep breath. She was really shocked by the news.

“I hope they get well soon! We have to visit them!”

“I asked Madison, and she already talked to Coach Miller. He said we can see them in three days at the earliest.”

“That’s horrible. We’ll make a big poster for them to see, though, right?”

“That’s a great idea. Let’s do that! I’ll let Madison know. I’m sure she’s all for it.”

Madison was the leader of the squad, and she was probably really busy right now, just dealing with the fallout.

 

The situation improved very slightly over the next days. The boys were all safe and alive. That was good. What was less good was that they were all definitely out of the game. Broken arms and legs, a few spinal injuries, it was pretty obvious that the season was over for them. Even if they all recovered with lightning quickness, they still had some rehabilitation to do, and the risk of repeated injuries was always looming.

The news was full of articles on the tragedy, and the whole college was in disarray.

The boys had appreciated the big poster, and they also liked the visits by the cheerleaders, as did the hospital employees, at least the male ones.

Katie was depressed, though. She was in science club right now, and the nerds noticed that she was sad. Everybody was, but she had it even worse. Naomi, Laura and Qinqin sat down at her table. She was just looking at the textbook, not managing to even see the words.

Laura asked:

“Is there some way we can help you, Katie?”

It was strange. While Katie was the odd one out of the cheerleader squad, the other nerds liked her just fine and treated her as one of them, even though she dressed in a much preppier way and also, quite honestly, was gorgeous, at least compared to the other three. With her long brown hair, her elegant face, cute nose and perfect skin, she was the polar opposite of the remaining nerds.

Seeing them together was always a bit strange.

“Unless you can magically conjure up an entire team of football players at our college, I don’t see how …”

These words took the energy out of the three of them. Of course, that wasn’t a thing they could do. For a moment, Qinqin thought about maybe getting the male nerds to work out, but then she shook her head. That was ridiculous.

“You’d need fit people who also know the game and have the teamwork and fighting spirit …”

“Yeah. A football team. They don’t just have to be fit. They have to be strong and fast and skilled.”

Naomi asked:

“Couldn’t you just ask the basketball guys?” The suggestion was met with a look of disbelief. “Okay, forget I said anything.”

Laura thought about it some more.

“Do we have anybody who knows your football stuff?”

Katie wanted to be annoyed about “your football stuff”, but she understood that the girls really tried to make her feel better. She shrugged:

“Seriously, the only people that know their way around the team, the tactics and the whole setup are the cheerleaders. With the whole team knocked out, we’re basically the only ones who …”

Then she shook her head:

“This is stupid.”

Laura grinned weakly:

“So unless you can turn the cheerleaders into football players …”

Katie really struggled not to roll her eyes at her. Laura just smiled. Then Qinqin said dreamily:

“I’m not saying it’s going to be easy … but I think we could do it …”

The three others looked at her in utter confusion. Katie was getting annoyed. She had expected emotional support, instead, she got the usual nerdy “helpfulness”.

Qinqin raised her hand.

“You know about the hormonal recalibrator enzyme I’ve been working on?”

Laura nodded, already getting where she was going at. Naomi was still thinking. Then she said:

“If we combine it with a system of metabolical boosters …”

There were grins all around now. Katie stared at them:

“What are you up to?”

The trio looked a bit sheepish, then Laura said:

“Basically, I think we could turn a bunch of cheerleaders into football players.”

Qinqin added:

“We could also turn football players into cheerleaders, but that’s not the issue now. Also, that wouldn’t make them good dancers.”

“Yeah. What I’m saying is … If the girls agree … Well, it would be an option.”

“But wouldn’t that be dangerous?”

“It’s untested? Also it would probably take some time. How long do we have?”

Katie was amazed and bewildered by what was happening. A moment ago, she had been in total despair, now there was an option … even if it was insane.

“Three weeks tops?”

“Would be a tight schedule. If we start quickly and find a test subject, we could see whether it works in a week. Then we would have to start everybody on the treatment … It could work?”

Katie just stared at them. They could play. They probably wouldn’t win, but … Suddenly, she had a question:

“Is it reversible?”

Blank faces all around her.

Qinqin shrugged:

“I don’t know? Maybe? I mean, yes, obviously. We could just turn you back into a cheerleader. Right?”

More shrugs.

Katie thought about it.

“Okay. If you say it’s safe and reversible … I’d be willing to try it.”

The three nerds blushed. Then Laura said to the others in a low voice:

“I never said it was safe.”

“Me neither.”

“Nah.”

“It would be nice to test it, though.”

“Mhm.”

“Yeah.”

To Katie, she said:

“It’s going to be fine.”

The cheerleader stared at her. Man, Laura had the worst poker face ever. But then again, maybe this could save the whole situation …

 

That night, Katie lay awake for hours. She just couldn’t sleep. It was understandable. After all, she was thinking about a life-changing decision. And was it really worth it? Was this even a good idea? Could it work? It was way too strange.

Then again, she thought about the rest of the team. About all the hard work. About everybody being down. Sure, she could just give up, accept that this was all ruined and forget about it all. Then she realized that the scholarship most of the athletes and quite a few of the cheerleaders depended upon was focused on that whole sports business. She was pretty sure that she could have a wonderful career at a lab eventually, and earn enough money to pay back her student loan, but the others?

This was a disaster of ever-increasing size.

And if it could be reversed afterwards? They just had to stick to it for a while … The boys would recover, and then everything would be fine. Right?

She sighed. Okay. What if she just gave it a try for now, and once it worked, she would talk to Madison and to the coach. That would be an option. If it didn’t work, nothing was lost. If it did, then it was a possibility. She would have to see what the coach would say.

Now she was there, imagining herself as a big, burly football player. She giggled. It was just too ridiculous. That couldn’t work. Right?

 

“I think it should work.” Laura went through the data again, then declared: “Yeah. I’m positive. So if you want, we can get started. You should be getting nice man-muscles by tomorrow. And you would be indistinguishable from any dude in four days. Tops.”

“And the way back is the same?”

There was just a hint of hesitation.

“Yeah … Sure. Totes. Mhm.”

There were nods from the others.

Katie was not super sure about all of this, but what could she do? Spend the rest of the year griping about lost opportunities?

“Okay. Hit me up!”

Qinqin handed Laura the vial in the injector and Laura said:

“This might hurt? I have no idea? Maybe just hold on to something …”

And in it went.

Fuck. It hurt.

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck …

FUCK!

Katie howled in pain, trashing around and screaming in agony. The three nerds traded glances as their friend landed on the floor and rolled around.

Naomi asked:

“Should I call an ambulance?”

“And we’ll tell them what exactly?”

“Oh. Yeah.”

She bent down to Katie, careful to stay out of reach so as not to get hit by a random but well-deserved punch.

“We’re going to wait a bit. If it doesn’t get better, we’ll get help …”

Katie couldn’t even focus enough to reply.

Nervously, the trio watched as her movements slowed down. Then she was lying there, breathing heavily.

Laura asked:

“Are you alive?”

Katie rolled her eyes:

“Duh. Duuuh … Fuck. That was horrible! I mean, I never felt something like this!”

The three scientists didn’t find much to say. At last, Katie asked:

“Did it work?”

Naomi shrugged:

“I guess we’ll see? For now, you look like before.”

Laura added:

“I think you’ll notice the first little changes during the day. Just be so nice as to record anything that happens. That would be a great help. Just send us messages on your phone. This way, we know what works and what doesn’t!”

“Okay … I’ll just rest here for a bit …”

Naomi said:

“We’ll get you a pillow or something.”

 

An hour later, Katie left the nerds and headed for class. As she sat down, she felt uneasy. It was a strange sensation: On the one hand, she was worried and nervous about what was going to happen, on the other, she was full of energy. It wasn’t very comfortable. Sitting like this for hours … It made her queasy.

More than once, she had to get up and go to the bathroom, just to move. She would wander the hallways, hoping not to run into anyone who would ask what she was doing. The tension just seemed to increase within her, and, well, it wasn’t just that she needed to move …

She slipped into the bathroom as she had initially said, and hid in one of the stalls. This place really wasn’t nice or comfortable. The other female students had their way of messing the place up, and there was this smell …

Still, Katie needed some space. Now.

She pulled down her pants and underwear and sat on the bowl. Suddenly, she felt that this tension in her body shifted to a kind of tingling. She gasped. This felt … well … good was probably the wrong word … but it was certainly something she would like to pursue …

Without thinking, her fingers went to her crotch. She liked to please herself on occasion, but this felt way more intense than ever before. Her finger tips touched her clit, which felt quite large somehow, and she gasped.

“Wow … This is … I love it …”

Her voice sounded a bit rough, as if she was going to get a sore throat. She didn’t think much about it for now. Her mind was completely occupied by her clit. Every touch made her shiver even more, and it only caused her to intensify her attention.

“Mmmh … this is … good …”

She ran her fingertip along its underside and realized that the thing was now maybe half an inch long, a bit longer maybe? It had never been this size! A small knob was more like it, really tiny, and now, it was a little appendage?

That drug must have been working!

She gasped. The pleasure was only getting more intense.

“Ooof …”

She rubbed it some more, touching its tip. That’s when she noticed it had a little grove up there. It didn’t look like much … but it was there, right in the “head”. She groaned. This was sooo good …

Suddenly, she heard a voice from outside.

“Uh … could you keep it down?”

Normally, Katie would have just mumbled some excuse and tried to do just that, but somehow, she felt provoked. So, she grunted:

“Leave me alone!”

Her voice came out all strange. It was so rough now …

“Is that you, Alex?”

“Who is Alex?”

“The trans girl that sometimes shows up in here to shit.”

“No.” Suddenly, Katie was feeling embarrassed. She was still horny, but now, she was feeling as if she had just made a major mistake.

“You okay in there?”

“Um. Kinda. Could you … leave me alone?”

“Girl, it’s the bathroom on this floor. I need to do this here, you know? I can’t just go into the boys’ room, right?”

“Erm … Uh …”

The spell was broken. Katie was still feeling that arousal, but this annoying bitch just wouldn’t leave her alone! What was she supposed to do? She couldn’t just continue, right?

“Okay … I’m coming out.”

“I don’t care. Just don’t be disgusting.”

“I’m not!”

She fixed her clothes and checked her looks. Her makeup was still okay, as was her hair, but there was something off with her face …

The cheerleader opened the stall door and saw one of the other students watch her through the mirror. She was rather plain and maybe, Katie had seen her once or twice, but hadn’t taken any notice of her.

The girl asked:

“Wait, you’re one of the cheerleaders, right?”

“Yeah …”

“I’m sorry, but you look … weird … up close?”

“How about you just leave me alone and fuck off?”

Katie was getting really angry with that bitch. She washed her hands and headed out as fast as she could, her blood starting to boil. She had never felt like this before.

The rest of the day’s lectures were really difficult for her. She left class so many times that people even started chatting about it. Lunch was even weirder. She sat down with the other cheerleaders, who were still downcast, and found herself causing them to do surprised double takes. When she asked what was going on, already feeling her anger rise again, Robin said:

“I think you’re as stressed by this like everybody else. Your skin is bad, girl.”

“My skin?”

She checked her makeup, and indeed, under the foundation, some dents could be seen. They hadn’t been here before.

“Wow. That’s bad. I’ve never had acne like that …”

“Hey, Katie, I totally feel you. It’s so rough …”

They ate. Katie felt all relaxed again. Being with the others was great. She couldn’t tell them what she was doing yet, but if it actually worked, maybe they would join her, and the whole crazy plan would remedy the situation.

 

Later on, Katie headed back to the dorm. Cheerleader practice had been cancelled. Instead, the girls all went to visit the team. She would have gone with them, but she felt all strange, and Madison had suggested she get to bed and just sleep for a while. Sadly, the boys would still be around tomorrow …

As she walked over the campus, she saw Oliver, the quarterback. He was wandering around aimlessly. Occasionally, someone would pat him on the back or say something vaguely supportive, but mostly, he was on his own.

When Katie saw him, she managed a smile and asked:

“So, how have you been holding up?”

He smiled sadly at her.

“Pretty bad. Everything is ruined, and I’m the only one who’s gone through this with just a few bumps and band-aids. The rest of the team is knocked out of the championship, and I feel guilty. I’m supposed to lead the team, and I’m the one who got out of it without a scratch.”

“The cheerleaders are disappointed too.”

“You’re not helping, you know?”

Katie realized what she just said. It had just popped out of her mouth without thinking.

“Sorry.”

“Hey, I get you. I get everybody. I’m a big disappointment for everybody, but you’re all making brave faces. At least, you’re honest. I like that.”

He managed a bittersweet smile.

The cheerleader answered it and said:

“I just might have a solution …”

“What do you mean?”

Seeing as she had already said too much, she ran off with a little wave and a quick goodbye. Oliver stood there dumbfounded. What was that supposed to mean?

 

The moment Katie got to her room, she felt the ground give in under her. She realized she was feeling really bad. She was seriously cold, and her head was killing her. Also, there was this strange warmth in her stomach and lower body, and it felt absolutely horrible.

She just pulled down her skirt and slipped under her blanket to warm herself up. It did feel good, but she kept shivering again and again as the waves of whatever was happening to her hit her again and again. She buried herself deep under the blanket until only a few locks of her hair poked out from under it. She grunted as it got worse. She felt incredibly tired. The last thing she realized before falling asleep was that her voice was sounding all weird.

 

Katie had the strangest dreams. They were very confusing and constantly switched around, going from one disconnected scene to the next. One moment, she was running in some dark place, trees and bushes brushing against her body. The next, she would be in a room with immensely tall people that appeared to examine her, their voices completely unintelligible. Then she would feel incredibly horny, surrounded by all kinds of men and women, none of them familiar, that seemed to crave her.

Sometimes, she would have flashes of her childhood, of places she was familiar with, then again, she had no idea where those other spots came from. At one point, she even dreamt she was on the bus with the other football players in the moment just before the crash. She found herself screaming at them to hold on tight, but this only caused the dream to stretch out longer and longer.

 

Finally, she awoke with a grunt.

Was this her voice? She was confused for a moment.

Katie grunted again.

The same sound. Rough. Rather deep.

Another one.

Fuck.

She tried to pull off her sheets, which were soaked with dried sweat and disgusting. It was terribly uncomfortable and she managed to get them off only slowly, as if peeling them away.

It was still early morning, and Nora, her roommate was still fast asleep. Katie looked at herself in the gray light and almost screamed. Her clothes were plastered over her body, not only from the sweat, but also from the fact that her body had become larger. Her chest had changed … Her breasts had disappeared, and instead, she had a hard, muscular torso now. Nothing too large, basically a slim, fit young man’s … but a young man’s none the less. Also, everything was hairy and sticky. It was disgusting. She felt itchy all over.

That was insane …

Slowly, yesterday’s events came back to her. She bit her tongue so as not to awaken Nora and tried to extricate herself from the bed. That’s when she rubbed … something … against the mattress.

Whoa.

Whoaaaa …

Fuck.

She gasped. Katie stuffed her face into the disgusting blanket to stop herself from screaming, but this time, it wasn’t a scream of horror, but one of horniness.

She reached between her legs and found … the thing. It was tenting her panties, and it wasn’t that big, but it was there … All three inches of it. Just touching it … felt great.

She started playing with it, fondling it, rubbing it against the mattress, biting down on the blanket so as not to make a noise. Her body was tensing up, all tight and ready.

A moment later, she came, shooting a sticky load into the blanket and turning her panties, her fingers and her hands into a disgusting mess.

She lay on the bed, breathing deeply, just struggling to process what just happened.

 

Nora grumbled in her sleep. She opened her eyes slowly, looked at Katie vaguely, then closed them again, drifting back off. The now male cheerleader held her breath. She had made a mess, her bed was stinking of cum, and she was getting hard again! What should she do now?

She tried her best to calm down and focus, which turned out to be difficult. Instead, her hand went to her penis, and she started fondling it again. Slowly, she realized that she no longer had a pussy. She had, as far as she could feel it, a butthole, good, and a ballsack, weird … but otherwise, she was … well … okay. So she was a man now. A hard, slim, powerful man. She looked at her arm and gave it a flex. A fist-sized block of muscle rose.

Damn. That was a lot.

That wasn’t football-player size yet, but … she now easily outmuscled all the nerds, all the women except for the gymnasts and the few weird chicks who were into weightlifting, and, seriously, most of the guys, really.

She bit her lip. Just seeing this pack of muscle made her even hornier. She released her cock for just enough time to touch it, and tried to squeeze it a bit. It was hard. Denting it wasn’t all that simple.

Katie gasped. Her cock throbbed, demanding her attention. She had to get to the bathroom and clean herself up. Now.

Later.

Instead, seeing as the sheets were already ruined anyway, she just kept rubbing her cock and was soon rewarded with sweet, wonderful release. Her body tensed up, then her penis erupted into another burst of cum.

It was a little less than just before, but still plenty. She grinned. That mattress was going to stink! She’ll have to air it out, or something.

Also, Nora would probably bite her head off once she realized what Katie was doing here.

Anyway … That was an issue for future Katie.

She got up as quietly as she could, wiped her hands on the disgusting sheets, and grabbed her big fluffy bathrobe. Maybe that would help her cover herself for now. On tiptoes, she sneaked to the dorm bathroom. The whole place was still asleep. A look at the digital clock above the doorway told her that it was half past four in the morning. Funnily enough, Katie was brimming with energy!

She slipped inside the bath, picked up her stuff and … froze.

The young woman stared at the mirror, and a young man stared back.

A handsome young man. The right combination of manly and cute. Katie bit her lip. Holy crap. The face she saw was a Renaissance angel’s! Slim, with high cheekbones, full lips, perfectly shaped eyebrows, and long brown hair cascading down his broad, strong shoulders, this was amazingly hot.

It took her a few precious moments to start breathing again.

Damn.

She was fucking hot. Girl Katie had been hot, but Boy Katie was smoking!

That treatment had hardened her chin a bit, given her jaws a bit of a boost, and had sculpted her neck into an athlete’s dream. She turned this way and that, admiring the shape of her muscles, flexing this way and that to explore her control. Just looking at herself like that turned her on again and she saw her cock poke in humorously from under the mirror’s frame.

Again, her hand went to it. She continued playing with it while she amused herself with the incredible hotness of her new self.

Katie barely managed to stop herself from making a mess here too. Instead, she quickly ducked into the shower … and made a mess there. As she let the warm water wash away the blobs of cum, she chuckled:

“Now I get why the boys never manage to focus …”

Suddenly, she realized that she was in the girls’ dorm, and in their bathroom too. If anybody found her here, she would probably get expelled. Or at least removed by security for the time being.

This was not an option. She would have to figure something out quickly. Something which wouldn’t be suspicious … Also, she had to figure out how she would tell Madison about the whole situation. After all, the plan would be that they would all get the treatment eventually and form the new team …

She was playing with her cock again.

Damn, it was hard to focus …

Okay. The way she was looking now, she could play, but a team of handsome slim muscledudes wasn’t going to help them much when facing the kind of beef a football team could bring.

On cue, her stomach grumbled.

Okay, it was time to move. Just … one more time …

 

Laura grumbled. That was the tenth message in a row. And it wasn’t even morning yet. The phone buzzed once more. And again. And again!

“Okay, okay, I get it. I get it.”

She found her glasses and put them on, then looked at the phone. Oh, Katie. Interesting. She wondered how she was doing.

She wrote an answer:

“I’m awake. No need to stress.”

“I’m in front of your building. Let me in.”

“What?”

“It worked, I need a place to live. I can’t stay at the girl dorm.”

“It worked?”

“Open the door! I’m a dude in girl clothes. In short girl clothes. That are not stretchy. Open the door!”

Laura grumbled and got up. She was wearing her long nightdress and quickly threw a robe over her shoulders, then walked down to the door. Through the frosted glass, she saw a tall shape. She asked:

“Katie?”

A surprisingly deep voice answered. It was a strange one, between a man’s and a woman’s …

“Yes! It’s me. Be quick! They’re going to see me!”

“Okay, okay.”

The nerd opened the door and … stared.

“Fuck.” Katie looked at her nervously, waiting for her friend to get out of the way. “Damn, Katie, you’re hot.”

“I know. Now move.”

“Alright, alright.”

Katie felt Laura’s eyes cling to her body. She was looking patently ridiculous. Her leggings went just below her knees and were completely overstretched, and her biggest t-shirt with the friendly, beer-drinking penguin was plastered to her massive chest, the collar cutting into her skin, while the sleeves dug into the sharp grove between her shoulders and her biceps.

The former cheerleader had enough and just pushed into the entrance, ducking out of sight. She carried a big duffel bag over her shoulder, which she handled with perfect ease.

“Your dorm’s mixed, right?”

“Yeah. They trust us nerds to not fuck around …”

Katie gave her a relieved smile.

“Okay. I got my airbed with me. And most of my stuff. If anybody asks, you haven’t seen me since last time, and I’m your … cousin?”

Laura blushed, then gave her a wicked grin.

“I could be your girlfriend!”

Katie returned an ironic look.

“Let’s stick to cousin.”

“Hey! I can have a hot boyfriend! Plenty of nerds have them!”

The tall muscledude just shook her head and walked past her. There was another grumble of her stomach. As she sprinted upstairs, leaving Laura to trail her, struggling, she said:

“You’re going to have to get me some food. A lot of food, really. I could really use a steak or two!”

“Uh … okay? I’ll see what I can do …”

“Also, I’m going to order some clothes for me, and I have to figure out some way to deal with a cum-soaked mattress lying on the roof of the girls’ dorm courtyard.”

“The what now?”

“I had to get rid of it, okay?”

“So you did what, toss it out of the window?”

“Yeah? It was a stupid decision. But I couldn’t have Nora see it, right?”

“What?” Laura tried to process this. “Okay, you know what, fuck this. Just … stay here. I’ll get some food. Then I’ll call the others, and we’ll have to examine you, okay?”

“Yeah. Sure. That sounds great.”

Laura stood there and quite obviously didn’t leave. Katie grunted:

“What are you waiting for?”

“Um. Nothing … Nothing.”

“Good. Then go.”

She made a dismissive gesture. Laura sighed again, looking at that angel that was standing there in absurdly tight clothes. Then she headed out to the cafeteria. Maybe she could convince Damon to fix something for her.

 

Soon enough, she returned with several boxes of hot food in a big bag. Damon had grumbled, but once Laura had offered to take care of his statistics assignments, he had agreed. Now she struggled with the weight. Thinking about it, she should have taken Katie along … Then again, she remembered the ridiculous outfit. Okay, no. There would have been a lot of questions.

She got up to the apartment and found Katie hanging around naked in her room, looking at outfits on her phone and casually rubbing her cock, which was quite erect.

“Um … I brought some food … Why are you naked?”

“Oh. The clothes were constricting. It feels much better like this.”

“Yeah … okay … but … you know, if this is going to work, you can’t sit your naked ass on my couch.”

“You got a towel I can put under my butt then?”

“Couldn’t you just put on some clothes?”

“I’m still checking out what I could wear. I didn’t expect there to be so much choice for men.”

“There is?”

“Apparently.”

“Okay. Anyway. Please, put something on and then, eat. Please.”

“Yeah, sure.”

Katie got up and slipped on a bathrobe, then sat down and started munching. Laura sat down next to her and observed her. She also realized that Katie hadn’t said a word of thanks.

“Is the food good?”

“Yeah. Could use a little extra salt.”

“Okay.”

The muscledude looked at Laura expectantly. Reluctantly, the nerd girl got up and went to get a shaker. She set it down next to Katie’s dish.

“Here.”

“Good.”

“Um, Katie … What about ‘please’ and ‘thank you’?”

“Oh. Yeah. Please and thank you.”

Katie rolled her eyes and continued eating. Laura was quite irritated by this. Then she sighed and picked up her own phone. However, she did occasionally glance over at Katie’s muscular, lovely body.

 

A short while later, the other nerd girls showed up. Katie was still trying to pick out some threads, while also learning that the mattress had been found. The campus newspaper’s reporters were on it, addressing the mystery of the stinky mattress. One of the dumber, edgier editors had posted something about a “cum-spiracy” before getting shut down by the media committee.

There was an interview with Nora online already.

“Yeah, I don’t know what happened. You’ll have to ask Katie. It must have been some dude she brought home! My place stinks! I hope she comes over and fixes this …”

Katie grumbled at the phone:

“Your place? Seriously?”

Qinqin and Naomi stared at the robed muscleguy in Laura’s room.

“What’s with the big boy, Laura?”

“That’s Katie. It worked.”

Katie gave them a cocky grin and flexed her biceps. The young women exchanged glances, then came over to her and asked:

“Seriously?”

The muscleguy smirked and added a pec-flex. Katie could tell that the trio of nerds was very much happy with what they were saying.

Naomi asked:

“And the … penis? Is it there too?”

Laura rolled her eyes.

“She’s been jerking off all day. I seriously expected her to be sore at some point, but … nah.”

“Can I see it?”

Katie’s grin widened:

“I thought you’d never ask …”

She threw aside the robe and revealed her erect penis. Naomi and Qinqin stared.

“It’s big …”

“It’s real …”

“It worked …”

Katie chuckled:

“So, are you nerds going to suck my cock now or what?”

This shocked the trio quite a bit: 

“Whoa!”

“Are you crazy?”

“Um …”

The muscledude laughed and said:

“Seriously? You turn me into a fucking hunk, and then you chicken out? What’s your problem?”

She got up and stretched, further showing off her physique.

Laura rolled her eyes:

“Man, ever since you turned into a dude, you’ve been cocky like hell …”

Katie grinned:

“Well, I do have a cock, right?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

Over Katie’s smirk, Qinqin said:

“Whatever. I’d like to test her body to see how thorough the transformation is. This way, we can make sure everything is on the right track.”

The young muscleguy just flexed her pecs and said:

“Hey, I feel amazing.”

“You probably do, but we wouldn’t want you to keep getting more and more muscular and then find out that your heart and your liver aren’t up to the task.”

That silenced Katie for a moment, though she did give her cock another rub for good measure.

 

Soon enough, the three nerds and their guinea pig showed up on the track. They had organized some kind of an outfit for Katie and quickly bought some running shoes, then had covered her with all kinds of cables and sensors. The muscular ex-cheerleader grinned:

“Okay, this is going to be interesting. What do you want me to do?”

“Um. We’ll just get a baseline for now. Run a lap at a speed you find comfortable.”

“Alright.”

And she was gone.

Qinqin turned to Laura:

“Whoa. That’s pretty quick.”

“Yeah. That’s more than expected for a guy her size.”

Naomi’s grin got wider and wider.

“I think that whole football thing might actually work.”

Qinqin checked the parameters she received:

“She’s as healthy as a horse. I have no data from her before, but if I compare this to national average, she’s easily in the top twenty percent.”

“Damn. And that’s after one day of treatment …”

Naomi chuckled.

“I can’t wait to hit her with another dose …”

Laura licked her lips.

“Imagine how big she’s going to get …”

 

When she returned, Katie grinned, passed by the nerds in a series of high-fives, then took off again, faster this time. It was quite impressive. Then she included a few jumps into her running. It just got more and more intense as she started fooling around, running sideways, skipping, going backwards, and barely slowing down.

It was incredible to watch.

Suddenly, the trio realized that they were no longer alone. At some point, a few of the cheerleaders had shown up and watched Katie do her laps.

“Whoa. Who’s that guy? He’s fit.”

“Yeah, nice muscles.”

“Nice butt …”

“Is he from the track and field team?”

“Nah. Those guys all look as if they’re going to die any moment.” She turned to the three observers: “Hey, nerds! Who’s the hot dude?”

They exchanged glances. Naomi grinned, but Qinqin and Laura shut her down before she could say anything stupid. Instead, Laura said:

“It’s … an experiment.”

“Yeah, fuck that. Who’s the dude?”

“Oh … A friend of ours.”

“A friend … Does he have a name?”

Another cheerleader asked:

“Does he have a girlfriend?”

Laura swallowed nervously:

“Listen … We … we kinda have to treat this confidentially …”

The cheerleaders stared at them in confusion. Laura shrugged:

“Don’t worry. We’ll tell you soon enough …”

That only confused them further, but then, Katie completed her lap and waved at them:

“Hi Bonny, hi Pritika, hi Gina! How are you holding up?”

“Who are you?”

“It’s me … mrmf.”

Laura slapped her hand over Katie’s mouth.

“We have all the data we needed. Let’s go.”

As they dragged her away, Katie asked:

“Why’d you do that?”

“We can’t tell them who you are, Katie. It’s too early, and we don’t want this to get out before everything is ready. Otherwise, we’re going to get into trouble and then, the whole thing will fail!”

“I guess …”

Naomi chuckled:

“Besides, we still need to evaluate your strength. If you start fucking the cheerleaders, we’ll be here all day …”

“I was just talking to my friends!”

“Yeah, right! Tell that to your shlong …”

Indeed, Katie’s cock was already at half-mast.

“Come on, guys! I got myself under control!”

“Whatever. Time for some weightlifting, and then, we’ll give you the next dose.”

Katie grumbled. Then Qinqin said:

“If you have to give them a name, just go with something similar to Katie … Maybe … JT?”

The hunky dude laughed:

“Man, you’re so weird …”

Then she followed them to the gym.

 

The nerds entered the gym with Katie, looking a little nonplussed. The place was obviously unfamiliar to them, and their expressions suggested that they were nervous. Katie didn’t care much. She went to the gym religiously, of course. Six days a week, one day of rest. That much was necessary for a cheerleader of her caliber. She walked to the changing room instinctively.

Laura hissed:

“Don’t go to the ladies’, Katie …”

“Uh … Why? Oh. Oh yes. Alright. Sure.” She blushed. “Force of habit. I’ll be right back …”

The three nerds exchanged glances. The whole situation was getting more and more complicated. It was only a matter of time before Katie messed up.

They stood around now, getting passed by incredibly sexy people. At least, that is what they seemed to the trio. The men all appeared to be massive bodybuilders or powerful athletes, the women felt like ultra-fit sex-bombs.

Laura, Qinqin and Naomi felt incredibly awkward. They exchanged nervous glances and hoped that no one would judge them too harshly.

Meanwhile, Katie entered the men’s changing room. She was quite nervous, and probably put in way too much swagger to compensate. The other men were surprised by the muscledude that greeted them all with copious “Bros”, “Looking swoles” and “No homos”.

As she realized that she was overdoing, she quickly found a spot to change her clothes. The tracksuit went off and she slipped on some shorts and a tank top. Again, she had to reach into her pants and “unstick” her cock and balls. Did men really do this all the time? Touching herself like this felt good. She added a quick rub for good measure.

The guys ignored her.

She decided that this was fine and left the room again, awkwardly adding a “bye” and a “see you later”.

Back outside, she gathered up the nerds and headed for the training area, carefully concentrating so as not to go to the women-only section.

 

The nerds had formed a nervous little group and stared at her. Was it just her, or did they look even smaller and weaker than before? To Katie, it felt as if her perception was shifting. She caught herself ogling Qinqin’s chest. The Chinese woman had a nice pair of breasts, probably the result of her being slightly overweight. The cardigan she was wearing only did so much to hide her upper body …

After a few looks and nods, she picked two fifty-five-pound dumbbells and took up position in front of the mirror. A quick check on her stance, and she started curling them alternately. The nerds observed carefully.

Katie was impressed. This was fine. She could feel a bit of a strain, but nothing too rough. She slowly worked through a first set of fifteen and then gently set the dumbbells back down. Then she looked at her arms. They looked pretty pumped.

She turned sideways and gave her arm a good flex. Her biceps responded with a nice, hard bulge, and she licked her lips. That was the kind of shape she liked to see on an arm. She ran her hand over the nice, firm block of muscle.

The trio watched her. She grinned:

“You like what you’re seeing?”

They nodded, quite mesmerized by her look. Then Katie pushed her arm down and made her triceps jut out.

“Nice! I love it when boys have muscles like that …”

Naomi suggested:

“Do another set! We need, erm, more data!”

There were nods all around.

Katie nodded and started again. This time, she could feel the metal’s bite. This was great! She wasn’t struggling, but she was dealing with the weights in a calm, reasonable way. Again and again, the dumbbells went up and down, careful, in a controlled fashion.

Some guys passed by, looked at the three nerds and wondered what that was about. One of them looked at Katie and gave her an admiring nod. To her annoyance, she blushed. Under her breath, she muttered:

“Katie, you idiot … You’re not supposed to look cute! You’re a big guy now. You’re JT. JT. J fucking muscledude T …”

She finished the set, and now, she was pretty sweaty. She stretched and admired her pumped arms.

“I could get used to this.”

The nerdy trio exchanged glances. Laura said:

“Looks great. I think the drug is doing exactly what it is supposed to.”

Katie sat down on a nearby bench and let her arms rest.

Then she turned to the three girls. She was starting to feel a bit horny now, and her cock was stirring a little. Also, it was stuck to her legs again!

With a quick movement, she sank her hand down her pants and moved it.

“Better. Okay, what now?”

“I guess you do another set, and we’re fine.”

“Okay. Let’s do this.”

She hit the weights a third time. It was a tougher this time. Her new, more powerful muscles were dealing with the strain easily, but it was still a bit difficult to do the movements precisely and without fucking around. Also, the longer this went on, the more she wanted to either rub one out or fuck somebody.

Yeah.

That was an issue. Masturbating was great, but what about having sex? That would be great.

She grinned at the trio mid-set. Qinqin. That would be nice.

She’d have to talk to her once this was finished. Also, she was starting to feel both awkward because of the constant observation and proud because of their expressions. The previous “womanly” shyness was falling away quickly.

To amuse herself, she just continued on at the end of the set, pushing herself a bit further for good measure. The sensation was impressive.

Eventually, she did tire and put down the weights. Katie shook out her arms and said:

“Alright! That was cool! What next?”

The three nerds shrugged. Eventually, Laura said:

“I think we got it. Looks good. We’re going to hit the lab and see whether everything is fine, and later on, you’ll get your next shot. If everything works the way it should, we can tell the other cheerleaders about the drug the day after tomorrow, and then, we’re on our way …”

Katie grinned.

She was feeling awesome!

 

As she walked down to the campus shop, Katie was impressed how different it all felt. Being a woman on campus could be weird. Some of the people would stare, occasionally, she would be disrespected, and especially at night, she did feel uncomfortable when frat guys were around. Now, she was feeling confident and relaxed. Cocky even.

She grinned at the word in her thought.

She felt people’s eyes on her, but somehow, this felt differently. The insecurity and introspection she had experienced before had somehow … not disappeared … but it had definitely taken the backseat. Instead, there was a fair amount of swagger to her movements, and she just enjoyed being out and about.

As she passed a couple of cheerleaders, they didn’t recognize her, although … she could see their hesitation. They almost did. It was funny. She decided not to say anything so as not to attract any attention, but … it was clear that they tried to process what they were seeing.

Katie found herself wondering what they would say once she told them about the nerds’ plan. Would they think that she’d gone crazy? Would they join her? And … would that whole weird concept even work?

That was when Katie realized that the plan seriously needed a bit of polishing. The cheerleader squad turning into sweet muscledudes like her was nice, but they still needed to play football at some point. Fuck. She hoped that this would work. They really didn’t have all that much time.

Maybe she could start preparing already? She could at least read up on tactics for now …

 

That’s when she received a message from Madison, the head cheerleader:

“Hey, Katie, where have you been? Did you bail on us?”

Katie stared at the screen. What should she answer? She couldn’t tell them what was happening yet, could she? First, this all had to work …

“Hi, Madison. Sorry for not showing up. I’m currently trying to figure something out which might help us.”

A moment later, the answer came:

“What? What are you up to? Is this some nerd shit? Please, Katie, we need you here, making yourself useful! The boys need us for moral support.”

“Don’t worry, Madison. If this works out, it will be great.”

“I don’t think you understand the problem we’re facing, Katie. What’s your problem? This is not the time to disappear on some weirdo trip of yours.”

“It’s no weirdo trip, Madison. I assure you. Please, trust me.”

“Katie, I swear, if you’re not here to help, you’re off the squad. Seriously.”

“Madison. Please. Trust me. I have a plan.”

There was a long pause, then the head cheerleader wrote again:

“I trust you. But don’t you dare screw this up. Or you’re out.”

Katie sighed. Then she looked at her reflection. She probably was out already. There were male cheerleaders, of course. But … not like this. For a moment, she imagined herself doing her usual routines with pompoms and all, but looking like this.

The thought made her feel very, very strange.

 

Much later, Katie was lying on her airbed, playing with her cock, looking at … stuff … on the internet. It was amazing how horny she was. No wonder the boys were so annoying! If they really spent all their time playing with their cocks or thinking about playing with their cocks, it was obvious why they would never stop staring …

She grinned. She never stopped staring either, lately. Back when she had been … girlier, she had learned to only go for secretive, timid looks at boys’ butts and muscles. She especially liked strong arms and shoulders, but who didn’t?

Katie looked at her own arms and grinned. Fuck. She was so hot! If she had known JT back when she was still Katie, she would have fallen for him instantly …

Suddenly, she had this weird idea … What if she sucked her own dick? That had to work, hadn’t it? She wondered why the boys never did that … It couldn’t be that difficult.

She craned her neck and opened wide.

“Hrk. Fuck. Why doesn’t it reach?”

Despite being very flexible from years of cheerleading and acrobatics, she found herself lacking a precious few inches.

She grunted.

“Come on …”

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

She sighed and got up, her cock dangling between her legs. She opened the door without thinking and saw Qinqin standing in the frame. The nerd stared at her. First at her face, then downwards to her cock, then back to her face with a long, lingering look of her chest.

“Err … Laura … Laura is still busy and she … she won’t be around … so … she told me to give you the injection …”

Katie licked her lips, then adjusted her ballsack. Did men really have to do this all the time?

“Yeah. Yeah. Sounds about right. Come on in.”

Qinqin nodded and came in. Then she asked:

“So, how was your day? Been enjoying yourself?”

Katie grinned, her cock starting to rise at the sight of Qinqin’s large bosom.

“Absolutely. This is amazing. I’m beginning to understand why boys are the way they are.”

The Chinese student blushed.

“Yeah … also … uh … could you maybe put something on? You’re … naked.”

“That is correct, Qinqin. I am naked. And it feels incredible. Seriously … I get why men hang out without clothes so much. It’s so comfortable!”

“But … could you … just for me?”

Casually, Katie rubbed the back of her strong neck.

“Am I turning you on?”

Qinqin blushed terribly.

“Yes.”

Her voice was very small now.

“So are you.”

“Seriously?”

This was a surprising revelation for her. Sure, there were plenty of guys that would hit on her on principle, after all, she was a small Asian woman with biggish tits, but as far as she could tell, she didn’t turn on anybody. Watching her friend’s cock rise at her sight was at least … clear?

Without either of them thinking straight about it, they found themselves getting closer, and then, touching each other. Qinqin was surprised by her friend’s strength. She had expected it, obviously, but it was something else to feel the force of Katie’s muscles on her own skin. In a matter of moments, Katie had freed her of her clothes and revealed her soft, weak body. Her hands roamed Qinqin’s skin, groping her ass with strong fingers, fondling her nipples … exploring her physique. It was alluring in its intensity, at the same time, the Asian nerd could feel Katie’s hesitation. It was clear that she was very new at this.

Then they kissed. Gently at first, then more forceful. Qinqin touched the former cheerleader’s muscular body, her throat running dry with arousal.

A moment later, they were on the airbed, and it turned out that this was pretty much the worst place to have sex, especially if neither of them was particularly experienced. Sure, Katie knew how to fuck … but as a woman. Qinqin had amazing theoretical knowledge from several dozen romance novels.

It was a bit of a tragedy, especially due to the bounciness of the bed. After a bit of trying and failing, they got on the floor and tried again, but … the moment had passed. They lay on the floor together, sweaty and still rather horny and bothered.

With her deep voice, Katie asked:

“Okay, what was that?”

“I tried, okay?”

“Yeah. Well, that didn’t work.”

“No. But it was fun.”

“A little.”

Katie’s hand moved to Qinqin’s naked breast. It was full and a bit droopy, but enticing nonetheless. The young woman started running her fingers through Katie’s chest hair.

“You’re pretty manly, you know …”

“I know. It’s great …”

“And it’s going to be even better …”

“Yeah!” Katie’s cock stirred again. “I can’t wait!”

“Then … maybe I should just give you the injection and …”

“And we can try again …”

“Yes …”

 

Soon enough, Katie felt the bite of the needle on her skin, and Qinqin put it away nervously. Then she put a band-aid on it.

“Okay, that should do it.”

Katie sighed:

“I can’t wait for it to start. Yesterday, it happened while I was asleep.”

“That’s too bad. I would have liked to see it happen.”

“We could set up a camera.”

Qinqin grinned:

“That sounds great …”

The two got busy quickly, setting everything up. Working together, they got hot again. Soon, Qinqin was caressing Katie’s muscular body as the buff dude finished the setup.

“Okay, that should …”

Before she could finish the sentence, Qinqin pulled her down.

“I can try licking your penis, if you’d like …”

“Please do …”

A moment later, Katie felt her fellow nerd’s lips on her cock. Again, it was clumsy, but it felt sooo good … This manliness thing was starting to work out perfectly for her …

 

Laura chuckled as she turned to Naomi. They were hanging out together at Naomi’s place and watching the show.

Her hostess passed her the popcorn.

“Girl, you’re so crazy.”

“You think so?”

“Definitely. You literally set up cameras in your own place!”

“So what? Plenty of people do that.”

“Literally no one does. I have never, ever heard of anybody setting up cameras in their home before inviting their best friend to stay with them, especially after said best friend turned into a massive mega-jock.”

“All in the name of science.”

“Yeah, but you could at least have told Qinqin about this.”

“I probably could.” Laura smirked. “Though you didn’t do anything to stop me.”

“That is the worst possible argument.”

“And still, here you are, watching the show with me.” Laura took another handful of popcorn. “Besides, I actually set up the cameras to record Katie’s transformation during the night. This is a happy accident.”

“Still creepy.”

“Okay, fine. But you could turn away in disgust.”

“Katie’s kinda hot.”

“Qinqin too.”

“You think so?”

“Have you seen her knockers?”

“Yeah, but I don’t get the appeal. So she’s got big tits. What of them, she’s fat.”

“Still big.”

Naomi rolled her eyes. Laura could be very strange in her ways.

They kept watching, though.

 

During the night, Katie was tossing and turning on her airbed. After a certain point, she just flipped over and landed on the floor next to it, still asleep. She snored loudly and didn’t even wake up. However, she kept rolling around on the floor, knocking into the sofa, the coffee table, everything. All the while, she snored loudly and deeply.

Then, at some point, her body started to change.

It was imperceptible at first, but then, the transformation set in fully. Katie was snoring on her face as her back muscles started to seemingly bubble up, swelling in all directions in sudden, powerful tension. She grunted between snores, her back spreading wider, getting thicker, her shoulders growing rounder and harder.

In her sleep, she produced gargling sounds, her ass firming up into twin blocks of sculpted, massive muscle, her hamstrings getting thicker and heavier, and her calves splitting into twin packs of hard, ripped muscle.

As she snored on, her arms packed on more and more muscle, and her neck got thicker. She was turning into a hulking dude, a kind of heavyweight hunk …

With a growl, she rolled on her back, building up a massive morning wood, tenting her shorts, which were already way too small. The tightness was clearly starting to annoy her.

Half asleep, she tried to arrange the underwear so it would accommodate her penis, but … it was getting too uncomfortable.

Slowly, she awoke.

Katie opened her eyes and grunted. Then she said to herself:

“What a night!”

At first, she didn’t even recognize her voice. It was just so deep and manly …

She coughed and cleared her throat, then tried again:

“Ba-ba-ba? Holy shit!”

She jumped up from the ground. To her surprise, this jump was just one incredibly smooth, powerful movement. She shot up to her feet and stared into the darkness of the room. A little light came in from the street and she realized where she was.

“I’m at Laura’s. I’m … my voice … wow. Wow … It’s so … deep.”

Absentmindedly, she pulled what remained of her underwear aside, revealing a long, thick and veiny penis to the twilight.

She stared at it and it only got harder now. That thing was massive! She wondered how long it actually was, but … it was at least as long as her forearm used to be. She touched it, and the sensation sent waves of horniness through her body. It rose even higher, twitching, a glob of precum building up already. She felt her balls tighten.

Okay …

If she wasn’t going to blow her load all over this place and ruin Laura’s apartment, she had to get somewhere easy to clean fast!

She looked around for the bathroom. Somehow, Laura’s place did have a toilet and a sink, but no shower. That was outside, on the corridor. As the sexual tension within her increased, she decided she couldn’t take any more chances.

Katie started to run outside, and found that it wasn’t all that easy to move fast with such a big cock standing out from her crotch. She fell into a waddling gait, trying to get to the shower as quickly as possible. The sudden bumps and shakes were enough to let her precum drip on the floor. She wanted to stop and do something to wipe them away, but just thinking about that was enough to make her even hornier. With a swing, she turned back around and headed for the bath again.

The delay was too long, though.

She came. She came so much.

It was stunning. Terrifying, really. She had spent a lot of time yesterday jerking off, and that had been nice, but now, it was overwhelming. It was like a garden hose. She splattered her cum all over the walls, covering the plaster with her jizz.

She managed to suppress a howl of lust, but only barely.

At last, it ebbed down. Her horniness didn’t really go away, she just stopped cumming for now, thick globs of sperm dripping down from her cock, pooling close to her feet.

She took a step back so as not to get it on herself. Then she looked around in the dimly lit corridor and gasped:

“How am I going to clean up this mess …”

Hearing her powerful, manly voice like this and sensing the smell of her cum fill her nose, Katie found herself turned on again.

“Oh no … This is going to end badly …”

She raced for the bathroom, stopped, and stared.

In the mirror, she saw …

A hunk. A massive hunk. An incredible dude. A guy like she always wanted. Massive shoulders, muscle-packed arms, broad, hairy chest, a jaw like a car seat, and bright, beautiful eyes … She raised her arm and watched as the mega-dude’s biceps swelled up into a cut mass of hard, veiny muscle.

Then she gave it a hard flex, relaxed it, flexed it again, harder.

It was amazing. She looked like a demigod … Hercules had nothing on her. She examined her profile, admiring her nose, her chin, the thickness of her chest …

She chuckled.

Sure, there was a lot of hair there, and she definitely should either shave or let her beginning beard grow out, but … holy fuck. She looked like a hero. A Greek statue come to life. An 80ies bodybuilder amped up to eleven.

Katie gasped. Suddenly, this whole football thing looked very, very doable …

 

It took her a while to get an outfit that worked on her massive body, but then, she decided that she was ready to go out. It was time to announce her idea to the rest of the cheerleaders. She just hoped they would even talk to her …

 

Soon enough, the entire cheerleader squad showed up at the gym. They all looked a bit confused by this. Pritika asked:

“Okay, so where is Katie?”

Madison hushed her:

“She wrote that she had a plan to fix this. She’ll be here in a moment.”

Gina was skipping a bit, keeping her move on. She asked:

“Why did she write? Couldn’t she just send a voice message like a normal person?”

The head cheerleader sighed:

“Listen, I don’t know either, but she’s a smart, nerdy woman. If she says she has a plan, I listen to her.”

“Your call …”

Madison turned to Robin:

“She’s your best friend. Do you have any idea what she’s up to?”

Robin shook her head:

“Sorry. I haven’t heard of her in the last two days.”

That’s when some big dude walked in, wearing a metal shirt that looked plastered to the guy’s body and some cargo pants and sandals. His long hair was tied into a pony tail and he had a noticeable five o’clock shadow.

Madison stared at the guy with the other cheerleaders. Man, this dude was an amazing hunk! They could see the shape of his huge cock through his pants. Where did he come from? They certainly had never seen a dude like this on campus …

The guy raised his right hand in greeting and said:

“Hi, girls.”

Madison blinked. The intonation seemed familiar. Maybe some cousin?

“Hi. I’m Madison. We’re having a cheerleader meeting. What are you doing here?”

The big guy grinned.

“Oh. Yeah.” He rubbed his temples. “That’s going to be an issue.”

“What do you mean? Who are you even?”

“Um. Okay, Madison, I don’t want you to freak out.”

“What’s going on here? Where’s Katie? Are you a cousin of hers?”

The big man chuckled:

“No … not exactly. Okay. Listen. I have a solution for the team problem.”

“Are you going to play? Do you have a full team available?”

“Not yet … Wait. I’m doing this wrong.”

“Man, I don’t know who you are, bro, but you are bad at this. Don’t ever go into management or public speaking.”

Now the guy blushed. Then he shook his head and said:

“Okay, whatever. Girls, it’s me, Katie.”

Katie had never in her life seen a group of people look at her in this way. It wasn’t disbelief. Disbelief suggested that someone could actually believe what she said. It was … the expression of someone who had just been told words that couldn’t make any sense in any context.

The big guy blushed even worse. There was a long, awkward silence. It just wouldn’t end. At last, Madison asked:

“Is this supposed to be a prank? Because if it is, I don’t get it. Like, at all?”

Pritika shrugged:

“Maybe it’s that absurdist thing they talked about in French class?”

Madison stared at her:

“Yeah, I don’t know, Priti? Maybe it is something from French class?” She turned back at the big guy. “What is it? Are you something from French class? Or are you just weird? Is it a stroke? Should we get an ambulance?”

Gina chuckled:

“I could give him mouth-to-mouth while they’re coming!”

Katie struggled with the situation, then she said:

“Okay, Robin, when you were five years old, you spent a whole summer getting everybody to call you Jimmy and dressing as a boy.”

Robin’s eyes opened wide.

“Man, what the heck? How do you know that? Did Katie tell you? She swore she would never tell anyone!”

“She didn’t … I mean, except now … I never told anybody!”

The other cheerleaders looked at the two of them. Bonny asked:

“Jimmy? Of all the boy names, you went for Jimmy?”

Robin blushed and turned to her:

“You shut up or I’ll tell everybody that your real name isn’t Bonny!”

Bonny paled and gasped.

“Don’t you dare!”

There was a very tense moment, then, Katie cleared her throat with a rumble. The girls turned to her.

“Anyway … Before I fucked up my relationship with Robin … I had a solution for our problem.”

Gina lifted her hand:

“May I?”

Katie made a vague affirming gesture.

“I guess?”

“Why are you a man? Not that I want to complain, I like the look.”

The muscledude lifted his arms soothingly and said:

“I’ll get to that in a moment. Girls, I have found a way to turn us into the team.”

The overall reaction was rather strange. Disbelief, confusion, panic, sudden enthusiasm … you had it all.

Finally, Madison asked:

“So that’s what you’ve been doing these last few days?”

“Yeah. Laura, Naomi and Qinqin came up with the drug, and it works. In only two days, I went from Katie to …” She flexed her arm, causing a massive biceps to swell up, stretching the big shirt’s sleeve brutally and making the seams creak. “

Gina giggled nervously.

The other cheerleaders just stared.

At last, Madison asked:

“And this is not a joke?”

“No joke, Madison. We can do this. We can build a team, and we can be strong enough to win this.”

The head cheerleader thought about it for a bit, then she asked:

“Okay, girls. You heard the … man … We can do this! We can do what Katie did, and we can take the men’s places and win this! Are you with me? Are you ready to fight and win?”

Katie stared at her, shocked by her reaction. She had expected many more questions, including, maybe, whether the process was reversible, but … no. Instead, Madison raised her fist and went all All-American Hero. To her surprise, the girls all joined in.

To be perfectly honest, she had never expected them to agree to such a crazy idea, but instead, they were all excited.

Madison turned to her and said:

“Okay, we’re ready. When can we start?”

Katie blinked.

“I’ll have to check with Laura? In a few days, I guess?”

She stared at the smaller woman and saw the glint of ambition in her eyes. For a moment, she was afraid of what she just unleashed.

 

Naomi tore open the door of the lab and grinned at Katie:

“Fuck! I wish every time I opened this door, I would see a mega-hunk like you standing there!”

She licked her lips, then added with a mocking tone:

“Say, big man, you wanna teach a nerd girl some biology?”

Katie looked down at her and blushed. It still was a bit strange how she had previously managed to ignore her friends’ general horniness until her transformation. Had they always been like that? Their behavior hadn’t generally been like that, had it?

She hesitated.

“Um … Is Laura here?”

“Sure. Come on in.”

Katie stepped inside and couldn’t help noticing Naomi’s eyes being glued to her butt. What the hell? As she came in, Laura quickly clicked away her screen and faced her:

“Katie! You’re here … and back … and … you know … ready? Do you need another injection? Or are you buff enough?”

There was a bit of regret in the tone of her voice. Katie shook her head:

“Nope, that’s not it. But I have talked to the rest of the squad, and they’re in! You can prepare the drugs for them.”

Laura and Naomi exchanged weirded out glances as Qinqin walked in from the storeroom. She seemed surprised:

“Wait, Katie, they actually agreed?”

Laura nodded:

“Honestly, I never thought they would.”

Katie struggled a bit with what was being unsaid here, but replied:

“Yeah. They’re in. They really want it. We’re going to do this, and we’re going to play to win.”

“Okay … Alright. Listen, that’s a lot of people to treat. We kinda don’t have the facilities set up to produce such amounts of the drug right now, so we can give them all a bit of a boost now, or maybe do one or two of them fully? It should get better once we got the lab set up to do this …”

“Alright. If that’s what it takes …”

The three nerds looked at each other. Clearly, they were in business now!

[El_Roy_1999]

It’s the end of the year, and I finally managed to finish another story on the perennial favorite of spinach!
I hope you enjoy this, it was fun to write. Also, I wish everybody a wonderful new year, and I also hope you had fun on your various celebrations!

Spinach Liberation
Elizabeth has been mistreating Bella and Kat ever since they were kids. Now, in college, the two young women are hoping for a new start, but their bully just won’t stop. Things change when they discover some strange cans of spinach in a wardrobe in the closet of their new place …

This erotic fiction contains spinach-fueled female muscle growth (FMG), breast expansion, clothes ripping, height growth and fighting. All characters are at least 18 years old.

Get the story here:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1933789
or here:
https://books2read.com/u/3R2eZD

Here’s a sample:

“Okay … This looks even worse than I thought.”
Bella pushed open the door to the apartment. The place was dark and the air was musty. She tried the light switch, but it didn’t do anything.
“Oh. I hope this is fixable.”
Behind her, her best friend Kat looked inside. Just like her, she was fat. Not morbidly obese, but they both had the look of people whose families never had a cent to their names. The two young women realized that this would be super-difficult. They had expected plenty of problems, being the first in their respective families to qualify for college, and the first to receive a grant to do so. It wasn’t a lot of money, but it paid for tuition, and, as long as they made sure nothing went wrong and not a cent was spent wrong, they would make ends meet.
This also included this absolute dump of an apartment.
Using her ageing phone, Bella looked around.
“Oof. The previous tenant was disgusting …” She kicked over some empty cans, spilling dried tobacco remains on the sticky floor. She turned to her friend, who was just examining the bathroom with a long sigh. “Are you sure about this?”
“It’s the only one I found. I didn’t know the dorms wouldn’t be available.”
“To be fair, they didn’t tell anyone. Even Elizabeth has to get her own apartment.”
“Yeah, but I doubt she’ll pick a dump like this.”
“True. Though I wouldn’t put it above her to just rent an apartment in this building just to get on our nerves.”
Kat sighed:
“Uh-huh. I sure hope she will finally leave us alone.” The tall and beautiful young woman from their hometown’s wealthiest family had somehow decided to pick on them when they got into school, and had never stopped. The longer this went, the more vicious she got, and in their last school year, she had even sicked her dog on them. Okay, the dog was small and kinda cute, but it had bitten Kat’s ankle, and Elizabeth had commented on it with:
“Well, he just doesn’t like Kats.”
Her gaggle of cheerleader friends had found this hilarious, and the video had gone viral, with Kat’s scream of pain becoming a meme. Then Bella had tried to protect her and had ended up with her butt in the trash can.
They were both so happy to finally leave that stupid place behind them, and this apartment would be their new beginning.
At least it would be once they managed to turn it into something a little more presentable.

It had taken a lot of elbow grease and a week of hard work, but … it had worked? The floor was sparkling, revealing some actually nice wood under half an inch of disgusting grime, the bathroom was small but even the worst stains had eventually ceded under some relentless scrubbing, and after a bit of experimenting, the two women had managed to make the electricity work again. They found some guy who was willing to give them his leftover paint, and the apartment’s tiny size had proven to be a blessing, because the walls were now nice, in a friendly, light blue. The guy also had some black paint, but that had been a bit much.
The furniture had been a different issue. Carrying the ancient and broken bed down the stairs had been an ordeal. The two girls had really struggled to move the heavy wooden construction to the landing, and then, just as they started on their way downstairs, huffing and puffing, the whole stupid thing had broken apart and Bella had barely escaped with her life when one of the sides had crashed down.
Once they had managed to calm back down, they picked up the pieces one by one and got rid of it.
Being fat and weak was a curse.
There was one thing they couldn’t get rid, though. In the storage cabinet, the previous renter, or maybe someone way before that had inserted a massive cupboard that was larger than the door. It was also absurdly ornate, dark and heavy, and full of … stuff.
Clearing this out took a while, and they managed to sell off some of the knickknacks in there for a couple of bucks. They also found several rows of spinach cans in the back. As they carried them to the table, Bella said:
“Okay, that is a lot of spinach.”
“Looks old …”
“Yeah.” She examined the cans. “These must be prehistoric. There isn’t even a ‘best before’ tag on them. Seriously, the label looks … old.”
“So, we just throw them out?”
“Hm … I’m not sure. They look okay? Not swollen or dripping. Maybe we should just keep them for now. It’s food, after all.”
Kat made a face.
“Spinach? Yuk. I hate spinach.”
“Hey, I feel you. But it’s better than starving.”
“Well, then let’s better not starve. I don’t want to eat this.”
“Throw them out, then?”
“Nah, you’re right. It’s best we keep that stuff for now. Once we got everything up and running, we can still trash them.”
That’s when somebody knocked at the door.
Bella opened it and shivered.
“Hello, Belly! Nice trash hole you dug here!”
It was Elizabeth. Everything Bella and Kat weren’t, she was. Elizabeth was tall, she was fit, she was busty, she had wonderful, bouncy golden hair and a beautiful face. She was dressed in stylish clothes that underlined her amazing curves, and of course, her makeup was spot on.
Bella tried to stand her ground:
“Go away, Elizabeth. This is our place, and we don’t want trouble!”
“You don’t? Oh, too bad, that’s exactly what I got you as a housewarming gift! That’s what you get for not inviting me!”
Elizabeth gave Bella a push, which sent her tumbling on her big soft butt. Elizabeth sneered at her from above. At 5’10”, with long, well-muscled legs and an ass to die for, the woman absolutely towered over her. Bella tried to get away from her, but Elizabeth just put her foot right on her butt and pushed her heel into the fat woman’s cheek.
“Ow!”
That’s when Kat screamed at her:
“Leave her alone, Elizabeth! This is our place!”
Elizabeth just laughed and increased the pressure. Without thinking, Kat grabbed one of the cans and threw it at the intruder. Happily for the tall woman, Kat was really bad at this and she caught the metal cylinder easily.
“What was that, Fat? Where you trying to hit me with this? Or is this just a welcome gift?” She looked at the can: “Spinach? Yuck! How old is this? Are you seriously eating this? You’re poorer than I thought!”
Bella rolled to the side and managed to get away from her oppressor for a moment, but not for long enough. Ignoring the stunned Kat who realized that throwing that can had made things even worse, Elizabeth pushed Bella on her back and sat on her, immobilizing her. The fat woman tried to free herself, but her tormentress didn’t care at all.
“You know what? Since you’ve been such gracious hostesses, I’m going to return the favor and help you! Some healthy eating so you can be more popular. At least twice as much!” Then she laughed: “Two times zero is still zero, though!” She pulled open the can. “Gotta be careful I don’t ruin my nails … Now open wide, Belly!”
Bella tried to resist, but Elizabeth squeezed the sides of her mouth.
“Say aaah!”
Kat managed to get her focus back and then, without thinking, launched herself against Elizabeth. The problem was, the spinach was already dribbling out of the can, and it splattered all over Bella’s face. That’s when Kat collided with Elizabeth. Her mass was enough to knock her down, and the spinach went all over them.
Elizabeth screamed as it ran over her designer outfit, while Bella tried to spit the stuff out.
To her horror, she swallowed some of it!
The tall woman punched at Kat as she screamed about her dress being ruined.
The first blow struck, but the second … didn’t.

Bella had felt a burst of energy inside her. It was as if she had been hit by a lightning bolt. She sensed her muscles for the first time in her life, and in a good way too. Her hand shot up and she held Elizabeth’s forearm in her fingers. It was such a strange sensation. She had control. Also, touching someone … It wasn’t something that happened to her often.
The aggressor stopped. Elizabeth stared at Bella.
“How dare you …”
Bella didn’t know what else to do, so she just pushed Elizabeth’s arm away and released her:
“Go away! Now!”
The last word came out a bit pleading. And yet, Elizabeth complied. Glaring at them, she disappeared.
Moments later, Kat was with Bella and held her in her arms. The two women embraced nervously.
Kat whispered:
“You saved me …”
“I don’t know how I did it …”
“Thank you.”
“Thank you for throwing the can …”
“I was really bad at this.”
“But you tried!”
“Ow.” The adrenaline was fading, and the mark of Elizabeth’s punch was starting to show. Bella got up:
“Let’s put some ice on your eye, okay?”
“Mhm.”
Bella walked over to the fridge. As she did, Kat asked:
“What’s with your shirt?”
“What is?”
“It’s a bit loose.”
“Well … I don’t know? I bought it bigger …”
“Okay. Yeah. Looks different.”
“I hope you don’t have a concussion.”
“Hey, it’s not as if that bitch Elizabeth is that strong!”
“Who knows? I’m pretty sure she works out every day.”

That evening, Elizabeth was working out hard at the home gym in her luxury apartment. She had already had her morning workout, of course, but this was an extra one she needed to get the anger out of her system. She had started with some rope-skipping, and now, she was practicing her punches and kicks on the sandbag. She knew how to throw a hard punch, and she had even sparred against some guys. Not for real-real, but enough to practice her dodges and land a few good hits.
It was completely absurd that a shapeless lump of fat like Bella would be able to stop her in mid swing. That didn’t happen. Yes, sometimes fat people hid some strength on account of lugging around their saggy bodies, but that was for the legs and the back, but not for the arms!
She knew Bella and Kat for a long time now, and neither had ever shown any interest in athletics. Something weird had happened.
She would have to think seriously about this.
Until then, more punches.
Eventually, she was done. Her body was soaked with sweat, and she hit the showers. As she felt the warm water splash over her well-muscled body and she soaped up her big round tits, she suddenly found herself looking back at the spinach-splattered dress. She had just tossed it aside. Getting those spinach spots out of it would take chemical cleaning, although she thought about just throwing the dress away. It wasn’t as if she couldn’t afford a new one.
Strangely enough, Bella’s sudden display of strength, or whatever that was, had happened after she had eaten that spinach. That sounded stupid … but it was simple to check.
She got out of the shower, dried herself off and took the dress, then sucked at the spinach that had soaked it. Sure, she felt dumb doing this … And yet, as she did, she felt a strange tension go through her body. Nothing too intense … but inexplicable. She looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror.
“Okay …”
Her body looked more powerful. It was just a tiny little change, but it was there. She was a bit buffer. Her muscles, which had relaxed in the warm water, looked more rounded. It was subtle.
“Wow. That doesn’t make sense. But … I think it’s something I should look into further.”

The next day, Bella and Kat were home after their classes. They had both recovered from the shock, at least a little, and spending the day listening to the various professors was making them think of other things.
Now Kat was busy cooking some noodles, while Bella was going through her notes.
They were interrupted by a knock on the door.
Bella groaned:
“I wonder who that is … Are you expecting someone?”
“No, but we really need one of those little peepy holes.”
“Yeah. That would probably be safer.”
She opened the door just a little. Then she slammed it shut again.
“Oh shit! It’s Elizabeth!”
From outside, they heard her voice:
“Hey, calm down. It’s me, and I’m here to apologize.”
“Apologize? For what?”
“Treating you like shit, you dumbass.”
“Erm, you’re not exactly apologizing, are you?”
“Hey, I’m doing my best, okay? I talked to my therapist, and she said I should stop being a jerk to you idiots.”
“You’re doing it again.”
“Okay, sorry. Anyway … Can I come in for a moment? Talking to a door feels stupid.”
“Promise you’re not going to punch us?”
“Yes. Yes! I promise not to punch you.”
“Okay …”
Bella opened the door carefully, while Kat seized their only pan, ready to use it as a weapon.
Elizabeth stepped inside, a big basket of stuff in her arms.
“This is for you. As a formal apology! And so you can at least eat properly once!”
Bella and Kat looked at the stuff in the basket. It was full of all kinds of fancy ingredients. Bella asked:
“What’s all this even?”
“Look, I don’t know. I had an assistant put it together. It’s probably good on account of how expensive it was. I don’t care. I just want to show you I regret treating you badly. Though you kinda asked for it.”
Kat stared at the ceiling. Bella was still wary. Elizabeth understood and said:
“Come on, this is my first time. It’s not as if I had any practice.”
“Whatever, Elizabeth. We accept your apology. It’s … fine. Just, you know, don’t start again.”
Kat nodded vaguely.
“Okay, thank you, girls! That makes me feel much better. My therapist is going to be so happy!” She looked around: “Your place looks … less trashy than I expected.”
“We did our best.”
“That’s what I thought.”
Kat had lowered the pan, but her fingers were tightening around the handle again. Bella tried to move through this quickly:
“Would you like a cup of tea?”
“No, no, I just wanted to drop this off for a quick apology, you know how it is. Though … You’re really poor, you know?”
Now both the young women just gave her the most neutral expression they could manage. Elizabeth didn’t care one bit and went on. She got up and walked around the apartment. Then she looked everywhere, including the closet. She peeked inside:
“Oh yeah. It’s those cans. The ones you wanted to toss at me.”
Kat’s grip tightened even more.
“What of them?”
“You’re really going to eat that much spinach?”
“We didn’t buy it. It was already there.”
“Oh. Okay.” Elizabeth picked up one of the cans and turned it in her hand. “Why not sell them and buy some real food for this?”
“Who would buy old spinach cans?”
“Me! I would. As an apology. I don’t give a fuck about old spinach, but since I’m trying to be a better person, and I don’t believe in free lunches, you could sell me the cans, and I give you a fair price for them.”
The two other women exchanged glances. That was the most ridiculous suggestion! Sure, it was probably a good deal, but the mere fact that an asshole such as Elizabeth suggested it meant it had to be some kind of trick.
Bella made a non-committal expression:
“We’ll think about it.”
“Hey, this is a great offer. I’ll give you … ten dollars for each can? Is that a normal price? Is it too little?”
More glances were exchanged.
“I said we’ll think about it.”
They could see that Elizabeth was struggling. She clearly wanted this to be taken care of.
“Come on, let’s make a deal.”
“No. We’ll give you a call once we thought about it. Thank you for this …” Bella gestured at the basket. “Now we want to eat.”
“Bitch, I was making you a great offer. You don’t want it, fine! But now, you get nothing, okay?”
With these words, Elizabeth tore open the can, put it to her lips, and swallowed some of the spinach. The two other women stared at her. What was going on?
Kat nervously asked:
“Elizabeth, are you okay?”
Even Bella looked worried.
Elizabeth flattened the can’s top back on and put it in her handbag. Then she said:
“More than okay. Watch this.”
There was a pause. Bella and Kat looked at their “guest” nervously. Had she gone crazy?
Then, Elizabeth felt a tingle of energy grow within her.
“Yesss …”
It took a moment to really kick in, but then, the two fat women saw a change go through Elizabeth. It was astonishing! It started with her chest. At first, they saw her pectorals grow. Only a little at first, but then, faster. They really welled up under her shirt, lifting it up precariously. Then, the growth spread to her breasts, and that made things only more intense. In a few moments, her shirt had turned into a crop top that was getting strained by her still expanding bosom. They all heard her bra creak, and then, it snapped.
As the two others watched, Elizabeth’s breasts had torn through the alphabet, ending up circling it, each tit as large as her head, and capped by a nipple that was poking hard against the fabric. Long rips appeared in her shirt, while her midsection transformed into a ten-pack as they looked at her.
Now her arms and legs followed suit, ballooning outwards with hard, pitiless muscle. It was astonishing to watch that her toned arms exploded into heavyweight masses of power, while her legs overstretched her leggings, their definition becoming visible through the fabric before finally giving way with a loud snap.
But that wasn’t enough.
At the same time, Elizabeth grew, soon passing six feet and only stopping two inches further. The expansion of her body made her explode out of her shoes, and now, she stood there in frayed clothes, towering over her two hostesses, looking amazing. Somehow, her already gorgeous hair had grown even longer and shinier, and her features had become more intense.
She looked down on them and laughed:
“You are even more ridiculous like this! And now, I will take these cans!”

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