[El_Roy_1999]

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Muscle Mom to Be
Unexpectedly, Zoe gets pregnant. She really thought that her bodybuilding regimen would prevent this, but … it happened. Now Tyler and her have to figure this out. As the pregnancy develops, the couple discovers that it has a strange side-effect on Zoe’s body: She gets stronger. More muscular. Much more muscular!

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

It’s available here:

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1955150

https://books2read.com/u/boR7dL

And here’s a preview:

Zoe pushed her strong fingers into Tyler’s chest muscles. She grinned at her boyfriend from above and started gyrating her powerful hips against his cock. Tyler was very well-hung, and his dick responded quickly, rising against her hard six-pack. She chuckled:

“I love how quick you get hard …”

“It’s easy when you’re as hot as this …”

“Takes one to know one …”

His hands went to her waist. He felt her obliques shift under his fingers as she made him harder and harder. She looked down and saw his member poke up, brushing against the bottom of her tits. Then she lifted herself up on her strong legs, took his shlong carefully in her hands and directed it into her pussy.

“Mmmh … Yesss …”

He gasped as he entered her warm cave, sinking deeper and deeper into it. Zoe began massaging his rod with her inner muscles. She had amazing control over these due to years of yoga, and Tyler had to focus so as not to cum immediately.

“Fuck … This is going to be hard …”

“Oh, you are hard already …”

She slipped downwards, filling his cock spread her open. Now she began to move her midsection in long, intense waves, and Tyler’s expression got a bit derailed as she brought him closer and closer to cumming. Zoe’s expression was just as intense. She moaned loudly as his big dick hit the best spot.

“Yesss … So big …”

His hands dug into her butt, exploring the hard lines of her glutes. He felt as if she was milking him, her body tensing and relaxing around his rod. He knew he wouldn’t last long now. Zoe was impossible to resist. His hands slipped up her strong back and he pulled her close, kissed her deeply and whispered:

“I love you, Zoe … You’re my goddess …”

“Just you wait … I love you too … Mmmh …”

Tyler tensed up his butt and began answering her moves with slow, intense trusts. Zoe gasped, and then, he felt that she was starting to cum. The pressure inside her suddenly increased, and he shot his load, causing her to tighten herself harder, sucking him dry as she launched into a cascade of orgasms …

 

“Um … Tyler …”

The muscleman was busy preparing meals for the next week, the chicken breast sizzling in the pan.

“Yes, my love? What’s up? Anything worrying you?”

“Uh-huh. Tyler … I … I think I’m pregnant.”

“What? I thought … I thought you were on the pill?”

“No? I … I kinda assumed that I wouldn’t get pregnant on account of my training?”

“Oh. Well … That didn’t work out, right?” Now Tyler was also looking worried. “So what do we do now? Wanna keep it?”

“Of course! I mean … it’s gonna be our kid, right?”

“Fine by me. I think you’re going to be a great mom. Though it’s going to change everything, won’t it?”

Zoe grinned:

“Definitely. And I want you to be a great dad!”

“You know me, love. I never do anything half-assed!”

They embraced and kissed very quickly, because Tyler had to go back to the chicken breast.

 

Tyler looked nervously at his girlfriend. She was warming up on a mat, stretching herself into a very enticing pretzel. Fuck, that woman was so amazingly hot … Her long blond hair was tied into a big bun so it wouldn’t get in the way, and her freckles were giving her that cheeky style he loved about her. Okay, that wasn’t all he loved about her. She was just amazing on all fronts: almost a decade of bodybuilding had given her a hard, elegant physique, packed with surprisingly mature muscles for someone in her late twenties. She wasn’t too massive, but the intensity of her physique was incredible … Even in her bulking phase, there was a certain vascularity to her, and despite this, she still managed to have enough bodyfat to have a nice pair of breasts that were well-supported by her hard pecs.

If he weren’t worried right now, he would be drooling …

Zoe finished her first round of exercises by supporting herself on one hand only, her muscular body resting perfectly level on her well-trained forearm.

He asked:

“Are you really sure about that, Zoe? Do you think this is a good idea? Training all the way through your pregnancy? You know we can just skip the competition and do it when the kid’s there?”

“Yes, of course. I want to do this, and I want to win. The doctor said it was fine.”

“But it could be dangerous for the baby.”

“The doctor said I share the same genes with my grandmother, and she worked the family farm all through seven pregnancies and you know my six aunts and uncles, right?”

Tyler shuddered. He was a big guy, 6’1”, broad shoulders, having spent his childhood and teen years as a competitive wrestler and now into bodybuilding with his girlfriend. And yet, Zoe’s people were all quite huge. Not tall, just extremely powerful. He was both relieved and disappointed that she was so small in comparison, even if she was 5’8”.

“Okay … Just … promise me you’ll be careful.”

She pushed herself up and landed on her feet.

“Sure! I don’t want you to be worried.”

She cuddled against him and kissed him.

“You’re going to be a great dad, Tyler. And our kid is going to be amazing. Everything will be wonderful. Now, let’s hit the weights!”

He felt relieved and joined her.

 

The first trimester approached its end, and Zoe had stuck to it. The pregnancy was undeniable already. Her body had changed, but not in the way anybody expected. Her belly had expanded quite a bit, giving her a bit of a rounded shape in her midsection, but to the doctor’s surprise, her abs hadn’t split. Instead, they had changed structure and had adapted around the baby, supporting it from all sides while somehow leaving enough space for it to grow. And both the kid and the mother were growing well: In these three months, Zoe had somehow put on eight pounds of muscle, and her body was looking quite massive compared to when she started. Also, her breasts had gained at least a cup size. Her skin was glowing, and she felt so full of energy, Tyler was having trouble keeping up with her.

Right now, she was squatting 350 pounds, which was beyond her previous personal best, and she was closing in on Tyler’s level. It was absolutely fascinating, but also quite confusing. Where did that power come from?

She went down again, with a very nervous Tyler hovering behind her, ready to catch the bar should anything go wrong. From where he stood, he could see her incredibly muscular legs tighten and release, her rounded, brutally powerful ass coming close to him. She was amazing like this, and if Tyler wasn’t concentrating on keeping her safe, he would probably have exploded in horniness at that time.

Zoe went up now slowly, controlling her movement perfectly, the weight digging into her skin, but it didn’t seem to bother her much. As she reached the end of her set, Tyler helped her rack the bar. She stood up straight and stretched her back, letting her lats flare outwards. Her proportions had changed in an even more insane way. Her waist was as tight as ever, but her shoulders had grown, and she looked even more hourglassy than before.

He handed her a towel and she wiped off the sweat from her face and her bust, then kissed him.

“Thank you … Though … Do you think I should increase the load for the next set? I think this went really easy.”

“You think that’s a good idea?”

“Oh, I got you watching over me, Tyler. I’m not afraid. And it’s not bothering the kid, is it?”

“Okay. Then we’ll add ten pounds?”

“Make it twenty!”

 

That evening, Tyler gave his girlfriend a relaxing full body massage. It was different from the post-workout one, which invariably tended to be rather brutal. This one was soft and soothing, and Zoe enjoyed it a lot. She was lying naked on the bed, resting on her back as Tyler got busy on her feet, then her legs, then her arms …

She felt warm and glowing in his hands, feeling her well-used muscles calm down after a hard workout. Despite his size and strength, Tyler could be very gentle, and the way he pleased her made her purr.

“This is nice … How about using your tongue too?”

She carefully directed him towards her crotch. Tyler nodded and got between her thick, muscle-packed legs. It was leg day, and she had really pushed herself. Even now, after she had relaxed, her thighs were still all pumped. With a grin, he started licking her pussy, circling her clit, and exploring her folds.

Zoe moaned loudly as her husband licked and kissed her, getting her close to orgasm in a matter of moments. She lifted her legs up a bit and squeezed his head in her thighs. The muscular young man was unfazed, confident that his girlfriend wouldn’t crush him. As he brought her closer and closer to cumming, though, he began to feel a bit nervous. Pregnant Zoe seemed to be much less controlled than before.

“Mmmh … Tyler … I love your tongue …”

She came fast, soaking his face in her juices, and leaving him red and glowing, with some slight indentations on his face. Then, with a big grin, she returned the favor.

 

The second trimester was amazing for the both of them. Somehow, the pregnancy had kickstarted Zoe’s body, and she was growing like a weed. Sure, she was eating for two, as she said, and she was building two bodies at once, but Tyler started to find meal prep a bit exhausting. She was now eating seven meals a day, and all that protein seemed to go straight to her muscles.

As her body grew, she also intensified her workouts, moving weights she never had before, and always asking for more.

Right now, she was doing pullups and a rather nervous Tyler was hovering below her, ready to catch her should she lose her grip. The thing was though, he was in an excellent position to watch her muscles work, and he really loved the show …

Zoe was tensing her arms again, her muscular body getting pulled upwards with slow precision. He could see her biceps swell up dramatically. It had always been a great body part for her, but since the pregnancy, it had really blown up, now reaching close to eighteen inches around fully pumped. And it didn’t appear to slow down its growth … The young mother-to-be lifted her body up to the apex, her chin passing the bar easily. A thick vein was snaking over her arm as she held the position.

She grinned at Tyler from above. From where he was, he had a nice view of her expanded belly. The doctor had told them that the baby was developing nicely, growing a bit faster than expected, but still normal. This meant that Zoe now sported a big bump, nice and round, though curiously patterned with those abs that just stuck right there, bulging harder than ever before.

Her belly really looked a bit like a grenade, ready to blow Tyler’s mind to smithereens, and turning him on all the way to eleven. To be honest, Zoe’s boobs might play a role in that too. Ever since her belly had started to grow like this, her tits had followed suit, ballooning and becoming rounder and fuller with every day. If she hadn’t grown a set of extremely powerful pecs, they would have started to droop a bit, simply on account of how large they were, but those muscles held them aloft and perky. It was a joy to see them bounce and wobble when she walked, her hard muscular ass swinging at the same time …

Suffice to say that Tyler was rock-hard when Zoe lowered herself back down from the bar. Then she hung right in front of him. He stood on his tiptoes and kissed her lips. She grinned, kissed him back and said:

“I still have the set to finish …”

“I know … Don’t mind me. I’m just admiring the view.”

“You’re a dumbass, Tyler.”

“And you’re hot, but you don’t hear me complaining …”

They kissed, longer this time. Zoe was still suspended from the bar, her hard muscles maintaining her position with barely any effort.

“I have a stupid idea, Tyler …”

“Okay? What is it? Tell me.”

“Nah, it’s more of a demonstration …”

She lifted her legs up a bit, grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants with her toes and pulled it away, then dropped his pants. Now his cock stood nice and erect. Next, she wrapped her muscular legs around his midsection and pulled him closer while lifting herself up until her pussy was right above the tip of his cock. With a manic grin, she lowered herself down, using her inner muscles to pull him inside her. Tyler stared at her like a madman. He knew his girlfriend could be freaky, but … he had never expected her to be able to pull off something like this. He felt incredible as she started working his dick with her pussy muscles. Then she chuckled and added:

“Wait a moment …”

She tightened the grip of her legs around his hips. Suddenly realizing what was going to happen, he said:

“Please … don’t … or be careful …”

She closed her eyes, licking her lips, and then, lifted him up all the way, pulling herself up to the bar, suspending him under her while kneading his dick with her pussy muscles. Tyler would have cummed immediately if he wasn’t as shocked as he was by this display of insane power. He could barely see her face amidst those big tits of hers, but he could tell that she was close to ecstasy.

As she pumped out rep after rep, the stimulation of his cock only increased, and then, he couldn’t hold back anymore. He came, and that was enough for her to switch that pullup into a full muscle-up.

Tyler grunted as she hoisted him upwards, wondering just how crazy this would get over the next months …

[El_Roy_1999]

Starting from the most obvious pun, here’s my first try at some furry stuff. It’s probably more La Fontaine/Blacksad than what the pros would be doing, but I hope you all have fun and find the many puns and allusions that led to this.

Enjoy!

Gym Bunny
Hope is a rabbit mom of 23, and her back hurts. Also, she really needs to get a short break from her chores. Sadly, the only gym close enough to be usable is a spot for big guys working out hardcore. Reluctantly, they let her train, and she ends up getting bitten by the iron bug! This work of erotic fiction contains furries and female muscle growth (FMG). All sexually active characters are adults.

You can buy it here:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1961696
and
https://books2read.com/u/bxLeVq

And here’s the sample:

“I’m afraid, lady, that you’re in the wrong place.”

The big elephant guy looked over the counter, struggling to get a good look at the tiny rabbit woman that was standing in front of it. She had to take a few steps back to even be visible. If she hadn’t covered her ears with her headband, he might have seen her easier, but she was a married woman, and it would have been inappropriate to send … signals to others in public.

She looked up at the massive grey dude with his big ears, his thick, muscular trunk and the impressive tusks and decided she wouldn’t back down. Seriously. She wanted to do this, and for once, she wouldn’t run away from adversity. She hadn’t given birth to twenty-three kids to get intimidated by some big guy in a tank top, right? Besides, she had put on the cute pink and baby-blue tracksuit she had made for herself, and she was going to wear it to the gym.

This gym.

“But this is a gym, right? I just want to exercise and do something for my back. And maybe get my figure back …” She blushed, looking awkward.

“Lady, I totally get you, but … This is Herb’s Gym. This is a hardcore training facility for people looking to make some serious gains, not some place for mommies to hang out at the juice bar. Why don’t you go to some lady gym instead?”

Philip underlined his words with a flex of his massive arm and his broad, deep chest.

Hope sighed. The clock was ticking, and she was wasting time like this.

“Um … That’s the problem, you know? I would go to a gym like that, but there isn’t one close-by, I don’t have a car, and I only get an hour off tops while Nina is looking after my kids. If I go to the ‘lady gym’, I take the bus for half an hour, go in, go back out, and ride the bus home. This is the only gym within five minutes from my place.”

“You can still just work out at home, lady …” Philip was getting somewhat sympathetic.

“Mister, I have twenty-three kids in a three-room apartment. I can’t work out at home.”

“And when they’re at school?”

“Then I clean the place up. Besides, six of them are still too small …”

Philip sighed:

“Listen, I … I kinda get you. I see what you mean, and I wish I could help you … but …”

That’s when Herb walked up. He was the owner, a massive bull of a guy, barrel-chested, broad-shouldered, with a huge chin and a big steel ring pierced through one of his horns. The engraving made it clear that it was his former military ID and that he used to wear it through his nose, but no longer …

“What’s going on, Phil? Lady?”

“Boss, the lady is looking for a gym to train, and we’re the closest. I tried to explain to her that she isn’t going to like it here.”

Herb nodded. He stretched a bit:

“Lady …”

“Hope.”

“Hope, then. I’m running a hardcore gym here. This is only for people who are serious about bodybuilding. I don’t think you fit the bill.”

Inside, Hope knew she should just back off now, but … no. She didn’t want to.

With a somewhat timid grin, she replied:

“I’ve been doing way more bodybuilding than either of you. All twenty-three of them. And I would really love to feel better in my fur. So please, just let me workout here …”

The two big guys exchanged glances. She was technically right …

Herb sighed:

“Okay, whatever. Try it. But don’t expect any special treatment. You come here, you work out. No flirting, no slacking, no stupidity, okay?”

Hope nodded:

“I don’t have time for this anyway.”

“Then have fun. Phil, give her the papers.”

 

The next day, Hope was there, ready for her workout. She walked on the gym floor, and her arrival caused all of the guys to stare at her. They clearly hadn’t anticipated her to actually be there. She got on one of the treadmills and started it, first walking, then running, then sprinting for a short while, before stopping it after some twenty minutes, catching her breath as it ran down.

Once she was done, she went over to one of the benches and stood there, unsure of what to do next.

Sly Ross, a well-sculpted stallion, looked over:

“Hey, small fry, unsure of how things work? Maybe this is the wrong place for you after all?”

The small rabbit woman hesitated. Then she took a step back. That led her to bump into someone. She turned around quickly, looking all scared. The hugely muscular boar dude stared at her:

“Watch where you’re going. People are trying to work out here!”

There was a growl of aggression in his voice. His tusks looked dangerous, and the man’s crest of hair bristled.

In that moment, Hope just wanted to run, but then, she shook her head and said:

“Me too. Show me how!”

She had to look all the way up to face the boar, but she did it. The gym bro met her gaze. He really expected her to look away, but to his surprise, she just kept it up.

Seconds ran by, and then, he laughed:

“Okay, okay, little lady, come along, I’ll show you!”

Sly looked at him with an irritated expression.

“Boris, what the fuck are you doing?”

“The little lady wants to work out. I’m teaching her how.”

“She’s a fucking rabbit.”

“So? Even a rabbit’s gotta be fit.”

“All a rabbit’s gotta do is have kids. That’s all they do!”

Boris glared at Sly. In a moment, the air seemed full of electricity.

“Fuck off, Sly. How about you stop your shit and act like a … fuck! Just act like a gentleman.”

“Rich coming from you, Pigsy!”

Now it felt as if they would come to blows.

Hope felt an urge to run away as the two muscular men approached each other. They puffed out their chests and growled at each other.

“Stop right now, you idiots!”

A deep bellow of a voice rang through the gym. Then, a huge bison looked up between the machines and glared at the two others.

Immediately, the two men fell silent. Sly took a moment to answer, then said:

“Hey, Mike, sorry. I just …”

“Shut up. I need to fucking concentrate!”

Sly glared at Boris and Hope, but couldn’t do much more, so he returned to his training.

 

Boris explained the basics to Hope, who was very grateful for his help. However, the hog was disappointed when she had to stop some twenty minutes later and quickly run to the shower to clean herself up and get back home. She had sounded quite interested in his advice, but didn’t have the time to act on it.

As she disappeared, waving goodbye and thanking him hurriedly, the massive boar sighed.

Sly walked by and smirked at him:

“Already gone? Couldn’t bear the stink?”

Boris’ neck swelled up into a mesh of tendons and he growled:

“I swear, one of these days I’ll stuff your stupid mouth, you asshole …”

 

To all the big guys’ surprise, the little rabbit woman showed up again the next day, the day after that, and then basically every day. She would turn up at the same time in her tracksuit, do her run on the treadmill or ride an exercise bike, and then, she would do a little lifting or some isometrics with Boris. The big boar turned out to be quite supportive of her, while the others mostly just accepted her being there and doing her exercises. At best, they saw her as a kind of mascot.

Then, one day, as the weather got warmer, Hope turned up in shorts and a t-shirt. It was just too warm for the tracksuit, and thus, the guys saw her body for the first time. To say that they stopped in their tracks was a bit of an understatement.

Sure, she was a rabbit, and she had worked out her legs quite consistently, but … she was surprisingly built down there. Her leg muscles were quite powerful, looking quite athletic and surprisingly defined under her fur, and her butt was rather massive and tight.

Also, the t-shirt didn’t help either. Hope had a quite large bosom, something that came with having almost two dozen kids, but because of all the training, her breasts had ended up getting lifted by her slowly developing pecs, and they looked quite full and lovely like this.

Seriously, Hope was hot, and the muscle-guys acknowledged this for the first time. Phil stared at some point in the distance, his eyes twitching downwards as he desperately tried not to look at her cleavage. It wasn’t deep or big or anything, but … it was very much there, and the rabbit lady seemed to be quite unaware of the situation.

“Hi, Hope … Good afternoon …”

“Hello, Phil! How are you doing? Elbow better?”

“Um … yes. Yes. Getting better. Thank you for asking.”

Hope took a small pot from her gym bag and set it on the counter.

“My neighbor, Rabia, makes these creams in her spare time. They’re really good for your joints, and I thought maybe this could help you a bit …”

Phil looked at the tiny pot and wondered whether this would even be enough for one application, while also trying not to stare at Hope’s cleavage, then said:

“Thank you! That’s … very thoughtful of you, Hope …”

“I just want to help and give back to you guys. I know I can be a bit much, so thank you for accepting me …”

“Come on, Hope, you’re not ‘a bit much’! You’re … big … er … great … Yeah … Anyway …”

“Yes, yes, gotta run!”

She headed for the gym floor. Phil didn’t manage to stop himself from looking after her, her round, strong butt shaking, her scut bouncing.

He had to be careful to control himself.

 

Her arrival on the floor caused more of a stir, but everybody really tried to stay classy. Overall, Herb had noticed that Hope’s presence had reduced the horseplay and calmed down the egos a bit, even though the effect was wearing off the longer she was here.

This time, however, he quickly realized that the guys all liked what they were seeing and they somehow ended up outdoing themselves today. He grinned, and he had to admit that he was quite impressed by what he assumed was the result of her hard work at his gym.

Boris was quite relaxed around her, though he quite liked her look, obviously. As he went through some squats with her, he asked:

“Tell me, Hope … Have you thought about competing?”

She grunted as she pushed the bar back up, her strong legs tensing and swelling. At first, she had tried her best not to make any loud noises, but after months of workouts, she had stopped caring.

“Competing? At what?”

“Bodybuilding? I mean, you have excellent legs, and I think you could win if you manage to balance out your upper body.”

“Um … I … I don’t think this is something for me … I’m nowhere as muscular …”

“Well, it’s not a big contest or anything, and you could just try the lowest weight class?”

She groaned as she went back down, then pushed up again. As she stood, sweaty and shiny, she chuckled:

“Can you imagine me in a bikini, in front of a crowd?”

Boris just shrugged, but the guys in the background were making strange, squealing noises, turning around to look away, or crossing their legs.

 

Hope left the gym an hour and a half later. Over the last months, she had gradually expanded her me-time, to her daughter’s annoyance. Nina didn’t mind too much to be available for an hour, but the longer things got, the more she was frustrated. Hope would eventually have to figure something out. Sure, she could theoretically go back to an hour of workouts, but … that was really short. If anything, she would actually need more time. She certainly could fill two hours, maybe even three. It was weird, but … she was actually having fun. The boys were loud and brash, and Sly could be annoying, still trying to get on her nerves, but overall, she felt welcome. Watching her body develop was nice too. And she couldn’t hide the fact that the boys’ looks had made her a little proud. After plenty of pregnancies, she had managed to not just get her figure back, but to even gain a look that was absolutely amazing. She was bursting with energy, and she felt so good …

She came home, ready to hit the shower. That was another advantage: Showering in the afternoon meant that she actually had some warm water. If everybody went in before her, as was the usual procedure, she would end up with a trickle of cold water. Now, in the early summer, it was okay, but in the winter … Bah.

Hope opened the door, took off her headband and let her ears stand nicely, then headed for the bath. In the background, Jack and Jasmine were fighting, screaming at each other and trying to take some toy from each other, while Peter was chewing on one of the children’s books to manage his teeth.

Nina was running from one side of the small room, trying desperately to get the kids to respect her and to stop causing trouble. At last, she let out a massive primal scream and made everybody stop.

Hope looked at her eldest and said to the crowd:

“I was out for maybe an hour, and you’re already making a mess. I am disappointed.”

Flo, one of the middle kids, whispered:

“More like two hours …”

Her twin brother, Morris, nodded:

“Also, she’s dressed all weird.”

“And sweaty too …”

Hope sighed:

“Okay, whatever. I’ll just shower, and then, I’ll make you some snacks and we go to the park.”

There was a mixture of cheers, whatevers, and chewing sounds, and the mother disappeared into the bath, quickly expelling Hazel, who was reading.

She got out of her sweaty clothes and hung them out to air. Just then, somebody knocked on the door.

“I’m going to shower. Please …”

Instead of an answer, Nina unlocked the door and came in.

“Mom, we need to talk …”

She stopped and stared.

“Mom … what the fuck?”

Hope, who was a bit annoyed at the interruption, answered sharply:

“Language, Nina!”

“Yeah … I guess. Mom, is that a six-pack?”

“Oh? Yes? Why?”

“Mom, why do you have a six-pack? What’s with your arms? What’s with your legs? What’s going on? I thought you were going to the gym!”

“I am.”

“Mom, Pippa’s mom is going to the gym. She looks nothing like that.”

“Probably because she’s not taking it seriously.”

“Maybe you’re overdoing it …”

“Nah. Boris said I’d have to put in way more work to stand a chance at competing.”

“Competing? Mom … Competing at what?”

“Um … Bodybuilding?”

“What?” The last question was very loud. Hope had to admit that Nina had a very impressive voice for a rabbit.

“Mom, what kind of a gym is that? Who is Boris? Does Dad even know about this?”

Hope took a deep breath, feeling the gently increased width of her back.

“It’s just a gym … for people. Big people. Normal people? And Boris is a sweetheart. He’s a hog, but he’s really nice. Well-groomed too …” Nina’s eyes narrowed. “And about Harry … Well … I don’t think he ever asked? You know … we … he has to work a lot to put some food on the table for all of you. And … he’s quite happy the way things are.”

The mother rabbit thought about it. Harry was a nice guy, even if he had very simple ideas about life. He worked hard, handling two jobs without complaining, came home, handed in his wages, got some delicious food every day, and was quite happy to do it with her whenever they felt like it. He didn’t mind having the lights out, which was also a good idea so as not to wake the little ones that slept in their room.

So, for now, he hadn’t noticed her changes all too much … except for her ass, and he approved of that. Her breasts were as nice as ever, and he really enjoyed it all.

There had been a bit of a debate about having more kids, but in the end, more kids would have to wait until the older dozen was out. Otherwise, things might get way too crowded, even for people used to it. Sure, her mother-in-law kept grumbling that by the time she was as old as Hope, she already had sixty, but then, they still lived on a farm back then.

“Still. Mom, I can’t do this all the time. It’s too much. They’re so noisy, and they’re so dumb, and there’s so many of them. It’s horrible! I … I’m not going to have any, seriously! Maybe … ten, but not like this. For real, Mom, you can’t keep dumping them on me.”

Hope shrugged:

“I did the same for my mother.”

“And you hated it. You keep telling me!”

“’Hated’ might be a bit much …”Hat

Her eldest daughter crossed her arms.

“I don’t care. I want to be with Dan, and I’m tired all the time. This is bad, and I want it fixed!”

“Look …” She hugged her daughter, which made the girl feel very strange, getting held in her surprisingly strong arms, with her big naked bosom squishing against her. “… I will talk to Mrs. Deon, and see whether she can help you a bit. And I’m sure you can get Holly to help you a bit …”

“Ugh. She’s so useless.”

“Then you train her to be better. Besides, you have to learn to delegate. Come on, Nina. You and Hazel are the smart ones. Please don’t disappoint me.”

“But it’s so much!”

“I know. Believe me, I know. But I need this right now, and I’ll make it up to you.”

“Okay …”

“Thank you. I love you, Nina. You’re a wonderful girl, and a great daughter. And an amazing big sister.”

“I love you too, Mom … But I swear, not more than ten.”

“Whatever you want. I trust you.”

Nina sighed and got out of the bath. Now, finally, Hope could shower. As she did, her hands slowly explored her body. Thinking of the guys’ reaction at the gym … that did feel nice … She really wondered what she would look like with bigger muscles. Pretty great, right?

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I had the great pleasure to cooperate on this story with thetropican, and I think it came out very well!

Poker Night
Once every year, a select few musclewomen are invited to a very exclusive game of poker. They face off in the mysterious mansion of Madame X, and the stakes are high! This is not a game of money. The women are gambling for the essence of strength and life itself!

Who will prevail? Who will be left weak and old? Who will win big and take strength and youth for themselves?

Find out at the end of … Poker Night!

This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth, height growth, age transformation and attribute theft. All characters are at least 18 years old.

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Here’s the preview to get you all excited:

The limousine’s tires crunched on the gravel in the foggy night. The driver shut off the headlights and looked out of the car, taking in the eerie scenery. As if rising out of the netherworld, a tall, gothic mansion surged out of the fog, the lamps lighting its large portal floating in a yellowish glare on both sides. The building sent a shiver down the chauffeur’s back. He was a seasoned driver and bodyguard, not a man who panicked easily, but this place … it made him uncomfortable. In a way, it felt as if he had driven the car out of this world into a strange parallel dimension in which the laws of nature had broken down, replaced by the uneasy rules of magic and fantasy.

Still, he had his job, and as far as he was concerned, most strange entities didn’t bother with simple servants such as him. As long as he stayed silent and tried not to draw any attention to himself, he hoped he would be fine. To be perfectly sure, he sent a silent prayer to his God, hoping he would listen and maybe even watch over him.

Through the intercom, he said:

“We have arrived, Ma’am.”

From behind, he heard her rough, powerful voice.

“Excellent, Henry.”

He got out of the car quickly and walked over to her door, scanning the environment. In a way, he wondered why a woman such as Aleksandra would even need a bodyguard like him. She was built like a world class athlete, with massive shoulders and a neck he envied himself. Next to her, Henry looked a bit … slim, and that wasn’t something people commonly associated with him. Still, a job was a job, and if Aleksandra Petrovna Oryolska wanted to be driven to the spookiest place imaginable, on Walpurgis Night, of all things, then he complied. Of course he did.

And yet, if she had blown this off, he would have jumped back into his seat at the drop of his hat and driven her home as if the devil was on his heels.

Composing himself, he took the door handle, pulled it to him and added the customary bow of the perfect chauffeur.

The woman stepped out swiftly, her huge muscles moving with surprising elegance. Speaking of elegance, Henry had been a bit surprised by her outfit. To normal events, she would invariably be dressed with the usual Slavic conspicuousness, with bright lipstick hues, absurdly deep necklines, and heels no-one in her right mind would even hope to walk in.

Today, she wore a simple black tracksuit, which nonetheless did nothing to hide her fabulous muscles. She barely acknowledged Henry’s present, ran her manicured fingers through her short, auburn hair, and walked towards the mansion’s portal.

For a moment, Henry wanted to ask how long it would take, but then, he realized that it would take as long as it would, and that he was best to just sit in the car and wait until needed.

Very well. He closed the door, got into the driver’s seat and took out his book. He was sure she would call him when needed.

 

As Aleksandra approached the building’s entrance, the door swung open, revealing a large foyer with a marvelous open marble staircase, lit by mighty chandeliers. On both sides of the room, rows of servants were waiting calmly. The bodybuilder smiled as she saw their perfect, incredibly uniform faces and physiques. Both men and women, they were invariably elegant and athletic, with finely carved features and lacking any imperfections. In a way, they reminded her of automatons, or of what an artist would create if they had never seen a real human being, going simply from description. It was interesting. These beings should probably have been alluring, but their flawlessness instead made them appear uninteresting, even disconcerting.

For a moment, she wondered whether the hostess replaced them as soon as they showed a sign of aging. In all those years Aleksandra had attended this event, she had never seen one out of place. It was difficult, but she could swear that at least some of them were still the same as she had seen the first time she had joined in.

Well, she decided to leave that question to the philosophers. In the end, she was way too excited for what was to come to waste time meditating on the hostess’ personnel politics. Still, there was a pang of nervousness as she walked past them to the end of the foyer, reaching a large and ancient door carved with strange symbols and scenes from some mysterious past.

Aleksandra had admired this door many times already, and every time, she found herself wondering whether it was actually the oldest part of the building. The place itself seemed locked into a kind Gilded Age, but the wood of the door appeared to be truly ancient. She was no archeologist, and frankly didn’t care much about history, but over the years, curiosity had gotten the better of her, and she had wasted a few hours on research. She had found nothing concrete, of course, but the style of the door did remind her of an exhibition on ancient Uruk. Again, what did that even mean today? And yet, despite her renewed visits, she still couldn’t shake the sensation that there was some very real and absolutely brutal threat hidden under all this decorum.

Speaking of threats: The musclewoman saw three competitors for the evening waiting by the door. Aleksandra let her gaze rest on them for a moment to figure them out.

Her eyes immediately went to the tallest of the trio. She was a tall, black woman, also wearing a tracksuit, though hers seemed less fashionable and more utilitarian. Her long hair was carefully braided and her face was hard and square. This woman suggested the focus and discipline of a professional athlete, and Aleksandra was quite certain she had already seen her in some kind of sports show. Not that the bodybuilder cared much about other areas … This woman, though, did have some serious muscles under her suit. Maybe she was a bodybuilder too, even if she was a bit tall for the sport. One had to be at Aleksandra’s level to compensate for not being a midget …

The black woman’s eyes met hers. For a moment, there was a tension in the air. Aleksandra held fast and turned to look at the others, breaking their gaze at the last moment.

Aleksandra wanted to focus on the next, but her train of thought was briskly interrupted by the squealing voice of a curvy pink mess of a girl. She was average in every way, except her styling, which was an absolute eyesore. The girl was wearing her long purple-pink hair in long pigtails with pink candy ball hair bands as well as a cat-ear headband. She was also dressed absurdly. A very short dress revealed a pair of legs that could only be described as … too much. She had a huge ass, very thick thighs, and somewhat impressive calves, while her upper body looked almost normal. The dress, though, was just too bubblegummy and lacy. Also, it was very skimpy, looking rather cheap. Her legs were covered by white thigh-high stockings and she was wearing shiny black Mary Janes. Also, she had this strange posture with her toes pointing inwards.

It was all very odd.

The bodybuilder really wondered what this … creature would bring to their game.

Also, she was producing another squeal and kept talking inside her phone with that strange voice those … influencer people produced.

“Hello, everybody, this is Chloe Ann Medeiros, your CAM girl, and I am at this super exclusive special night in this amazing Wednesday Addams lookalike mansion! This is so nice! Look at all this …”

She was cut short when one of the servants quietly pointed at a sign that said “No cell phones allowed”.

“Oops! I … I just found out I’ll have to fill you in later, cos they don’t allow phones here? I don’t know why, but yeah, it probably fits the aesthetic? Dunno. Anway, see you soon, I love you and don’t forget to like and subscribe!”

She turned the phone off, glaring at the servant, adding a poke of her tongue in his direction.

 

Aleksandra breathed out quietly. The sudden silence was soothing. She smiled to herself and quickly checked out the third participant.

Okay.

The bodybuilder was surprised. Clearly, after the pink horror, this was equally sad, though she was pretty sure that this one at least wouldn’t be noisy … She looked down at a short Asian woman in her forties or fifties, her hair in a greying bun and glasses on her nose. She looked old, and not really interesting. Also, she was wearing a dark brown turtleneck and a long grey skirt. This woman ignored the others and, to be honest, Aleksandra would probably have overlooked her too.

She seemed like a lost librarian that had wandered in this place and was now trying to get her bearings to return to her books. For a moment, Aleksandra wanted to ask her what she was doing here, but just then, her train of thought was derailed by the most annoying person yet.

“Sasha, darling! You’re here? I thought you would pussy out and stay away this time! Still got something to lose?”

Aleksandra turned around to face Katie Palmer, AKA Lil Miss Palmer, muscle dominatrix to the stars and the closest thing to a rival Aleksandra could accept.

Of course, Katie would do everything to cause a ruckus. That was just her way … The other women stared at her, shocked by her appearance, while Aleksandra just feigned a bored yawn, hiding her mouth behind her hand.

In her golden eight-inch platform heels, Katie was boosted up to 6’7”, towering over everybody, even the tall black one. Her long platinum hair was cascading down her broad, muscular back, flowing over her huge black jacket assembled from large feathers. That was the only thing Aleksandra considered even vaguely fashionable.

Under it, the problems began: Her heavyweight body was encased in a very short red latex dress that barely covered her crotch. The reason why the dress kept wanting to slip upwards was that she sported the most mind-boggingly large tits anyone here had ever seen. Each tit was perfectly round, supported by twin blocks of pectoral muscle, and looking completely absurd. Aleksandra noted that they were even larger than before, her cup size, if something like that even applied, now well in the later half of the alphabet.

The Russian smirked as she realized that Katie had probably pumped her tits up even more, just to deal with her increasing wrinkliness. It was really astonishing how clumsy that woman tried to ward off aging. While Aleksandra lived a life of discipline and careful beauty treatments, Katie was more of a bulldozer, trying to push her old age away with brute strength. By now, her face was mask-like and hard to parse. Her lips were swollen, fillers had evened out every wrinkle that had escaped the botox injections, and her makeup and contouring was doing some heavy lifting to conceal both her roid abuse and her age. And yet, a smirking Aleksandra sent a piercing look at the woman’s beginning turkey neck. Should have paid the extra money to get her neck lifted while she was at it …

Instead, Katie had made the dubious fashion choice of wearing a broad leather choker with gold letters on it, each one studded with rhinestones and spelling “QUEEN”. Yeah. Aleksandra had her thoughts about people who had to loudly proclaim their status …

Aleksandra gave her rival a regretful smile:

“Well, maybe I’m a sore loser …”

“Oh, don’t let your fiasco from last time keep you down, I say. It’s always nice to see you showing up with new … gifts.”

Katie closed in on her, her cheap, inelegant perfume invading Aleksandra’s nostrils. The woman towered above her and reached for Aleksandra’s muscular arm. She squeezed it a little, her square-tipped red nails that matched her squeaking dress digging into the other bodybuilder’s bronzed skin.

“My oh my … Look at you. All of this, in so little time? You really crave a repeat performance …”

The huge woman licked her plumped lips, her tongue flashing out in a glint of jewelry. Her expression went to hunger … no … craving. For a brief moment, the other women had a feeling of worry run down their spines. Aleksandra was unimpressed.

She tensed her biceps, forcing Katie’s fingers apart, and replied:

“Well, I’ve been using these things called weights. Really nice. Perhaps you should give them a try sometime. I heard they’ll do wonders even to cheap … women like you.”

The two women stared at each other, the tension mounted. Katie came closer to her, shoving her enormous tits against her rival, but Aleksandra stood firm.

The situation was diffused when the tall black woman cleared her throat. Katie stopped, patted the other woman’s flexed biceps and said:

“Anyway, nice of you to be back here. You have so much … to give. Too bad you seem to have forgotten to moisturize your skin, with all that weightlifting and whatnot …”

Aleksandra was struggling to stop herself, but just then, the large door behind them opened.

 

A spot of blood red appeared in the darkness. The woman’s lips shone in the lobby’s light, and then, she emerged from the gate. The woman was tall … amazingly so … tall and strong, her muscles putting everybody else’s to shame. It seemed as if she filled up the large double door all on her own. Her skin was perfectly white, like alabaster, and a wave of jet-black old Hollywood locks fell down her titanic shoulders. While her skin was absolutely flawless, it was also a canvas of the most intense definition any of the women had ever seen. Every vein was perfectly delineated under her skin, the ridges of her muscles shifting, giving her a somewhat terrifying aspect.

The woman was wearing a shockingly elegant black silk dress that shimmered in the light, the fabric flowing over her insane curves. The absurd masses of muscle had nothing brutish to them, instead, the woman’s body was a perfect hourglass, her long, incredibly muscular legs completing her amazing proportions. The dress was slit up to her hips, giving the guests a good look of her powerful thighs. As she walked, she seemed to be completely unencumbered by the huge size of her muscles. There was a kind of elegance to her steps which a woman such as Katie would crave all her life and fail to achieve. It suggested a calm, perfect dominance. Absolute control of herself and her environment.

The woman’s heel-less seven-inch high shoes clacked on the ancient parquet.

Her rich, deep contralto voice rang out in her strange Mid-Atlantic accent:

“Welcome dears! It’s a pleasure to meet you all, newcomers …” She looked at the trio. “… and regulars! I am Madame X, a simple way to conserve my anonymity … and I do enjoy the mystique such a name entails …” Her eyes fell on Aleksandra and Katie, who brusquely felt like clumsy amateurs next to this muscle goddess. The three newcomers were completely stunned. Clearly, nothing had prepared them to the true power and size of their hostess. Sure, they had been interviewed by her individually to figure out whether they matched her expectations, but then, the woman had kept to the shadows, with only her lips and a glint of her eyes visible.

Seeing her like this … They all realized just how out of their depths they were now. And that all the strange rumors and promises they had heard were true.

Aleksandra managed to tear her eyes from their hostess and caught the other women’s expressions. It was clear that Katie had tried to close in on the giantess’ height with her absurd heels, and yet, she still looked smaller than their hostess. It was very clear that she craved the woman’s body for herself, but Aleksandra knew that this time, she would be the one to triumph!

The other three women were just struggling to comprehend this. The tall black woman was clearly unsure of how to deal with the situation. She was obviously in the presence of something that couldn’t be explained rationally, and for a moment, Aleksandra was sure that she had just mouthed a prayer. Well, that was fair enough. She would need any help she could get in the upcoming gauntlet.

The ridiculous little girl with the big legs was salivating, though. She was probably trying to figure out how to steal and adapt Madame X’ style for herself or how to film a reaction video to this. Or some other vapid pursuit. Aleksandra could see the CAM girl’s obsession grow as the huge woman spoke.

Finally, the older Asian woman just stood and stared, admiring their hostess’ incredible physique, her eyes scanning her amazing definition and her perfect poise. Clearly, this old woman had an eye for muscle, and the professional awareness to appraise it.

Madame X gave them a few moments to enjoy the view, a certain pride still visible in her expression, then she smiled with surprising warmth, her steel grey eyes shining.

“Please come in now, dears. There are tasks ahead, and time is very much of the essence …”

She held out a large yet elegant hand and ushered them inside through the ancient gateway.

 

They crossed a shadowy gallery, their footfalls dampened by thick carpets, and while the others had kept their eyes on Madame X, Aleksandra had tried to catch a glimpse of the portraits that decorated the walls. She could barely see them in the twilight of the indirect light, but what she saw suggested that some of the depictions were older than oil paint … older than paper … and, to be honest … older than human art itself.

She banished the thought. She had been here before, and yet, some parts of this place … they seemed as if born out of a dream, fading from her memory once the morning light came. She wondered how many time she had already tried to grasp just what she witnessed here …

Now they emerged into the room that had become somewhat familiar to Aleksandra. A large living room, it’s walls disappearing in the darkness, except for large windows in the wall opposite the entrance. The stained glass at their top showed strange shapes and figures set in various shades of black and grey.

A horseshoe of couches had been assembled, facing a tall armchair, fit for the enormous size of their hostess. In the middle, there was a low table, whose surface was inlaid with precious materials, the coiled shapes appearing to move under it as if alive.

A gesture from Madame X made it clear to the women that they should sit. Chloe Ann threw herself on the couch casually, but just as she wanted to put her feet on the crimson leather, one look from the hostess made her reconsider, and she sat straight and somewhat humbled.

The tall woman sat down on her armchair, and unseen servants handed each of the guests a glass of wine.

“Dears, I am glad to have you as my guests tonight, and I expect this to be a wonderful and enjoyable night.” She raised her glass, which had appeared out of nowhere. “To luck. To the thrill of the game. To the winner!”

The women raised their glasses in turn.

“To the winner!”

They drank. Katie and Aleksandra exchanged glances. Each one knew who their hostess meant.

“Just so we can all enjoy the evening without misunderstandings, I will quickly recapitulate the rules of the game. You were told already, but … I think at least one of you …” She eyed Chloe Ann. “… was a bit distracted by her device at that point …”

The young girl wanted to protest, but then she shrugged and replied with an amused “I guess …”

“Over the years, I have settled on games of poker. There were other games before, but I found that this perfectly combines the simplicity of the rules with the intensity of the wager. Since mankind has found so many different ways of plain it, though, I’ll have to clarify. You will be dealt five cards after placing your ante. I require each one to place one copper chip in the pot. Once everybody has received their cards, you may look at them and there is a first round of betting. Should more than one of you remain in the game, you are at liberty to draw. Discard up to five cards, and receive replacements. Another round of betting, and then, once everybody has had the opportunity to either raise, call or fold, the player with the best hand wins the pot.”

There were nods all around. Simple enough.

“Obviously, the hands are ranked as usual, from royal flush as the strongest hand to a mere high card as the weakest. A matter of statistics. Speaking of statistics, you will receive your chips as follows: forty copper chips for each. One chip is a pound of muscle. You will only wager them in multiples of five …”

With a circular gesture, Madame X summoned a copper coin that looked strangely ancient without seeming worn. She let the chip dance over her elegant white fingers, and it seemed to the spectators that little sparks of blue lightning sprang from the metal as it made its way before disappearing back into her palm.

“Then, you will have five silver chips. Each one is one inch of height. You may exchange them for five copper chips if needed …”

A brief flash, and a larger, heavier silver coin appeared on her other hand, spinning between her thumb and index before disappearing as suddenly as it had appeared.

“And finally, as the greatest prize, five gold chips, each one representing one year of your life. Of course, one of these could be given for ten copper chips.”

A spinning golden coin appeared on the tip of her index, heavy and large, before vanishing into thin air.

Katie stared hungrily at the coin as it disappeared.

Aleksandra watched the other women intently. It was obvious that they were now understanding just how intense this game would get. They probably now understood why Madame X demanded that her players had to be heavyweight bodybuilders. Losing forty pounds of muscle was something few people could afford, and a weight of at least 140 pounds was necessary to even survive such an ordeal. Especially once one lost the silver chips too. Those could hurt terribly, she remembered.

Losing disastrously at this game could leave one crippled … or even on the brink of death.

Madame X had given them all a moment to let her words sink in, then she said:

“Copper chips are our game’s lifeblood. They work surprisingly quick and easy. They shift a pound of muscle mass from one player to the other. Sometimes, the changes won’t be as noticeable at first, but trust me, they will be there. Silver chips, though, are more unpredictable. Yes, you will gain or lose an inch of height, but you can expect some five pounds of mass to come or go with them. Bone, fat, muscle … Everything that makes you human! Should you, for any reason, reach seven feet, the extra height will give you more girth. It’s very uncommon, but quite impressive to see!”

The woman licked her lips. Did she speak from experience?

“And gold chips?” She looked intently at Katie and Aleksandra. “Our more experienced participants crave these the most, so, dears, keep them close … The effects tend to be a bit more unpredictable. Magic is not an exact science. Winning one will keep aging at bay for a year, more will make you younger. As some of you will know, though …” She looked at the small Asian woman. “… with old age comes a loss of height and muscle mass. So obviously, gaining years … might well have other effects, just as losing them. As a matter of convenience, you cannot get younger than twenty using this magic, but … you can stay there for a long time. You will see …”

The tension in the room was now palpable. The women all imagined themselves as the winners …

“Finally, to bring this to an end, you are disqualified if you fail to produce a copper chip as an ante, that much is clear. The house offers no credit. If you wish to quit, you can do so at the end of the showdown before the next hand is dealt. You will pay a fee, a gold chip or equivalent, and you will be free to go. You may be selected again in a latter year, but … your grace and behavior will be considered. Finally, should you break your oath … you will be banned, and there will be a suitable punishment. Magic is not to be trifled with.”

The woman took another sip of her wine, then she looked around. Her guests were eager with anticipation.

“You will now be accompanied to your rooms. In an hour, we will meet again, for our game.”

The strange stewards appeared by the invitees and, with a courteous bow, guided them all out of the room. Madame X stayed, her face suggesting a certain amusement.

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