[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?

[El_Roy_1999]

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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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.

[El_Roy_1999]

I have a nice one for the lovers of young women turning into ultra-hunks!

Honesty
Jood and Bashir’s marriage just doesn’t seem to work. It is as if Bashir is constantly looking for something completely different in their relationship and, to be honest, Jood doesn’t really feel well in her skin either.

When push comes to shove, Jood decides to figure out her husband by contacting him online under an assumed identity. A male identity.

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

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https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/2025515
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The older woman smiled and handed out the cups of tea to her daughter and her daughter-in-law. The two young women accepted it eagerly and Jood immediately reached for the sugar pincer, dropping two cubes into her cup. She smiled at her in-laws. Seriously, she was blessed with those two. The marriage to Bashir was a bit of a dud, but these two women made up for his lack of energy.

Her mother-in-law, Hijrah, took some honey for her tea and let it flow gently into her cup, while Nadia just blew on her cup, disturbing the little wisp of steam. They looked at each other, then drank. A servant came in and brought the sweets, apologizing for taking so long.

Hijrah did a dismissive gesture:

“When my son’s wife is here, I am in a good mood. Just go. It’s alright!”

The servant bowed and disappeared. As the women drank and enjoyed the sticky sweets, Jood said:

“I probably should have talked less to the matchmaker. I think I gave her the impression that I wanted to marry you!” She chuckled.

Jood blushed. The older woman was charming and funny, while her son was a bit of a bore. At least, he was a very private person, shielding his thoughts and feelings from her intensely.

Nadia rolled her eyes:

“She should at least have spent a little more time with Bashir. Seriously, picking a tomboy like you as a wife for my brother … I don’t know what she was thinking. He’s such a calm guy, and you … you’re full of energy.”

Jood made an excusing gesture:

“Hey, I’ve been trying to settle down! I really try. I don’t climb on things anymore, I don’t get into fights, I drive slower …”

Hijrah grinned:

“I don’t. I just love it when I feel the acceleration!”

Nadia groaned:

“Mom! Bashir is going to get fined again!”

The older woman made a dismissive gesture:

“And he’ll pay. His computer stuff is paying well. Besides, can’t an old widow just have some fun? Right, Jood? Just because my Umar is dead doesn’t mean my life is over, right?”

Jood just shrugged. She perfectly understood the sentiment. Nadia refilled everybody’s cups.

“Still, it’s probably for the best if someone with high energy like you is married to a boring dude like my brother. Imagine you both being super-energetic.”

Her mother took another sip:

“Your father was just as intense as me.”

“And you spent all your time fighting.”

The older woman gave her an acknowledging shrug.

“But it was fun.” She took another sip. “By the way, what about that Ibrahim guy?”

“Oh no. Please, Mom. I … not this again.”

“But you’re …”

“Getting old? Mom, I am not ‘getting old’. I am 27. People in Europe get married much later!”

“So? We don’t do what they do. Their whole ‘look how gay I am!’, ‘I’m changing my gender!’, ‘I don’t care about traditions!’ stuff. You should take one of the suitors. It’s time. While you’re still beautiful!”

“Mom, I … How many times must I tell you …”

Jood looked at her sister-in-law. She was tall and thin, with a rather hawkish nose and rather dark skin. While she had a sharp wit and was well-educated, she was no beauty by local standards. She took by her father, and that was a bit of a problem, while Bashir was more similar to his mother: Round, plump, and pleasing to look at. Well, Bashir’s handsomeness suffered a bit from him being a bit short and always looking somewhat nervous, but there was something hidden down below him that could make him quite the looker.

Hijrah wouldn’t have any of it:

“I need some grandchildren, and I need them soon. It was difficult enough to have you two, and since Bashir appears to hesitate …” She gave an apologizing look to Jood, but the other woman made a vaguely excusing gesture. “… someone will have to do it.”

Suddenly, the whole vibes of the situation changed. Nadia sighed audibly. Then she took another sweet.

“Mother …”

“Don’t ‘Mother’ me. It is not my fault that …”

Jood could see Nadia visibly bristle. She raised her hands in apology.

“Can we just …”

It was already too late. Nadia got up.

“I’m sorry, I just forgot …”

And she walked away. Jood felt bad. Maybe it really was her fault? If she managed to finally get pregnant, things would be so much easier for everybody! The problem was that, for whatever reason, Bashir seemed uninterested. Sure, he was friendly and mostly caring, but he never appeared to be into actually pursuing their marriage.

She sighed. It was her fault. Whatever the problem was, she should be able to see it.

Pointing at the door, she said:

“I’ll just talk to her …”

Hijrah sighed:

“Yes, do that.” Then she took another sweet, looking away.

 

That night, Bashir was fast asleep, breathing deeply and looking completely relaxed. Jood was still awake. At least, they shared the same bed. At first, Bashir had suggested having separate rooms, something about it being more appropriate, but she had insisted. She thought that maybe he would get used to the intimacy.

It hadn’t worked, though she had tried to tease him as much as possible. Lingerie, dirty talk, acting all submissive and eager … Nothing.

Maybe he thought she was ugly?

But no. He had never felt her feel that way. No signs of disgust, no looking after other women. He just seemed politely disinterested. Not that she would have minded, but sadly, her whole life was supposed to revolve around her being a wife and mother, and this was not working at all.

She rolled around, trying to find a comfortable spot and finally fall asleep. All that hanging around all day, not doing much, wasn’t tiring her out anymore. When she had been a teenager, things had been way funnier. Sure, her parents weren’t happy that she wasn’t behaving properly, but they weren’t doing much to stop her either …

Maybe she should start this again …

To herself, she whispered:

“You can’t do that, girl. It’s impossible …”

That’s when she suddenly heard Bashir mumble in his sleep.

“… The arms … yes … so big … yeah … strong … mmmmh … yessss … I love them … you’re so buff …”

In the darkness, she wondered what that was about. She sat up carefully, trying to understand. As her eyes got accustomed to the lack of light, she could see that Bashir had quite the hard-on. No, strike that, she had never seen him this erect!

Jood wondered what he was dreaming about. He mumbled some more, than he said:

“Yesss … Take me … please … Yessss … I want those big …”

As he said those strange things, she found that she was fully awake. The sleepiness had completely disappeared. She understood that this was the moment she could maybe finally understand what he actually wanted.

She wanted to maybe ask him in his dream state, but she hesitated. What if he woke up and found out that she was trying to do this? He would be furious!

And yet, she wanted to know! She kept watching him, the weird noises he was making only confusing her more and more.

“So big … so … strong … Mmmh …”

Okay, now she had enough. Maybe …

She slipped out of the bed, the cool of the floor making her shiver. Stepping over as quickly and as quietly as possible, she took his phone and held it up to his face. At first, it didn’t register, but then she managed to unlock it.

Jood felt horrible! What was she doing, invading her husband’s privacy? But then again, since he wouldn’t say anything and open up, what other choice did she have?

She crept away again and hid the phone under her blanket so he wouldn’t be woken by the display’s glare. Now she quickly looked through his device. Maybe she could figure out what he was really into?

The first check was his collection of photographs, but that was completely barren. Okay … She had plenty of snapshots on her phone, and having nothing was a bit suspicious, right?

She looked around in the rest of his phone. Next, she found some books about bodybuilding and fitness. Okay … That was to be expected. Bashir was slim and weak, so he probably wanted to be stronger. Fair enough.

She next tried to see what apps he used. This wasn’t quite as clear as expected. But she found a community he appeared to post to a lot.

Jood was confused. There was a lot of muscular people talking about bodybuilding. Okay? So … Bashir was really into this? Hm. Maybe he really liked that? It was a bit unclear. Apparently, he fantasized about strong people … Maybe bodybuilder women? Crazy! There was some talk about getting fucked with a strap-on … Whoa!

She saw something crazy!

The young woman was shocked and produced a yelping sound. In panic, she shut off the phone and hid under the blanket. Had she woken him up? Bashir grumbled in his sleep and opened his eyes.

“What’s going on?”

Desperately trying to keep a calm voice, Jood whispered:

“It’s nothing … I just had a strange dream …”

“Oh. Good.”

He rolled back over and seemed to fall asleep again. Her heart beating wildly, Jood waited for him to be quiet again. Then, slowly, she got back out of the bed and returned the phone, the strange image still seared into her mind.

As she tried to sleep too, she found that she couldn’t. This bizarre sight wouldn’t leave her thoughts.

 

The next morning, Jood registered on this community page. Maybe she could figure this out? She scrolled through the postings, and was surprised by the pictures and videos on it. So many muscular people! The men, the women … The women looked very strange. To be honest, so did the men. They were all so … swollen. When they moved, their heavy bodies had this strange swing to it, their steps were heavy, and it constantly seemed as if their muscles were colliding against each other.

The other things were the faces. They looked … brutish. Like animals. It didn’t matter whether they were men or women … They all had those big chins, the square jaws, the strange foreheads … And they were all hairy. The men and the women. Now, Jood had quite a bit of body hair. That was pretty normal for women around here. She had a bush and while she went to the beautician to have her legs shaved and her little moustache removed, it invariably came back. Those people … They were hairy to an absurd level. Some of them looked like apes …

Jood seriously wondered what the appeal of all of that insanity was. She knew that some men, husbands of friends of her liked the Western style of women: blond, with big fake tits and sausage lips. Others loved the fat, soft women that tradition preferred.

But this? This was completely insane.

As she read along in their discussions, Jood understood that this was a whole lifestyle. Those men and women seemed to do little else: They ate, they trained, and they had sex. Also, they used a ton of drugs. The people who were their fans were completely mesmerized by this. She even read bizarre stories the followers of these creatures came up with. Invariably, they would end with people becoming absurdly strong and masculine, and there would be so much fucking …

Maybe that was it? Maybe this was a way she could connect with him. Not the muscles … but maybe the fantasy? She was pretty sure which one of the user names concealed Bashir’s identity. He seemed to talk a lot about getting fucked by a big guy … To be honest, Jood prayed to the one that she was wrong. She sincerely hoped that this wasn’t Bashir. But if it was …

She would have to try.

 

A few days later, she received a package with a strap-on. She stared at the black rubber appendage and felt weird. Nervously, she slipped it on and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was naked and feeling stupid. Jood had tied up her long curly hair into a big bun, and had eschewed her makeup for the day. Did she look masculine? Not really. But she looked bland. Maybe that was already enough?

She gave her rubber cock a bit of a stroke. It felt … off. Then she gave it a little pat. A slap. Another rub. She chuckled. This was stupid. She shouldn’t even think of this. Then she cocked her hips, and trust in the air.

“I have a big cock, Bashir, and I want to put it into your butt!”

She blushed. This was getting dumber by the minute …

She sighed. But if it helped? Wouldn’t that be nice?

Jood checked her phone. It wasn’t long now. Bashir would be home any minute.

She quickly got dressed again and stuffed her rubber cock into her panties. It gave her a strange bulge. She chuckled nervously. Then she put on some training pants on top and a simple top. To show some goodwill, she also picked up those pink weights she had purchased at the same time and did a few reps, curling them.

Then she checked herself once more and waited for Bashir to arrive.

 

The door opened at last, and he stepped inside. He was looking at his phone as he stepped inside his slippers quietly. Jood watched him attentively as he ignored her. At last, she cleared her throat:

“Um, Bashir? Welcome home!”

He looked up distractedly.

“Yeah. Hello.”

He stopped. He didn’t say anything. Instead, he just tried to parse what he was seeing. It was just regular old Jood, but … something was odd. Something was seriously different.

“Uh. Jood, did you change something?”

Her nervousness slowly draining away, she cocked her hips with a bit of provocation and tried to attract his attention to the plastic cock in her pants. Slowly, it dawned to Bashir that there was something strange in her crotch.

“What’s going on … down there?”

He pointed at her midsection.

“This? Oh … this is just something I thought we could try. Something different, maybe to spice up our love-life, right?”

“But … but that’s a penis …”

Her anxiety crept back a little. Sure, Jood hadn’t expected him to instantly fall for this and declare his absolute willingness to do this, but she had hoped he’d at least react positively in some way. Instead, he looked completely confused. Maybe all those things she had seen on his phone were fakes? Had he been hacked? Could this be a joke someone had played on him?

No. None of these thoughts made any sense. This was what he wanted, right?

Jood looked at him more carefully. His face showed confusion and disgust, but there was a flash of concealed horniness for a moment. Still, this was not going the way she had hoped it would. Something was wrong. Something she had missed.

She tried to play along for now.

“Yeah … It is. But … it’s plastic, obviously.”

“What makes you think I would be interested in something like this?”

“I don’t know. Maybe … women’s intuition? Come on, maybe it’s fun!”

“I don’t think I should …”

“We can just lie together and … rub one out?”

She tried to pass the whole thing off as a joke, took his hand and pulled him after her into the bedroom. Jood produced an awkward chuckle. Reluctantly, Bashir followed her. She directed him on the bed and started to take off his clothes, revealing his soft, weak body. He was getting a bit chubby lately, and Jood wasn’t sure she really liked that.

Also, she felt extremely weird to take decisions like that. Bashir, though, seemed to submit to her decisions.

That’s when he spotted the pink weights on one of the cupboards. Suddenly, his cock did a little jump and went from tiny to somewhat erect. Actually, she had already noticed it was a bit more tense than normal. Was she doing this right?

With a chuckle, she asked:

“Anything caught your attention, Bashir?”

“What’s with the weights?” The words came out a bit stumbling, as if he was trying to both hold them back and force them out at the same time.

“Oh, those? I bought them to maybe get in a better shape. You know how I used to be fit back when I was a kid? I miss it a little. So I did a bit of pumping …”

She lifted her arm and gave it a flex. It didn’t do anything, really, how could it, but Bashir’s reaction betrayed his attempt at hiding his interest.

“Erm. And … are you going to keep this up?”

“I barely started. I … maybe?”, she added as she noticed his sudden horniness.

“You have to be careful. I … I wouldn’t want you to become manly or anything …”

She barely managed to stop her eyes from twitching at the hypocrisy.

“We’ll see about that.”

She pulled down her pants, giving him a good view of the strap-on in her underpants. He choked when he saw the rod, which was a bit larger than his. Jood couldn’t help grinning.

“Wanna see it?”

He nodded reluctantly. She carefully took off the underpants and he stared at the rubber cock as it straightened up. With a chuckle, Jood gave it a rub. By now, Bashir was pretty hard too.

“Touch it.”

It felt good to tell him what to do. Sure, it was strange too, but … she liked it. Jood thought she could get used to this. He gripped the fake penis and for a moment, she wished it was real. What a bizarre thought?

Suddenly, Bashir recoiled, abandoning her dick and pulling away.

“This is dumb. Don’t … Don’t do this again!”

He got up way faster than necessary, and left the bedroom. Jood was left surprised and a little horny. Something was strange here. There was some unspoken issue … She would have to find out.

 

The next day, Jood got busy reading up on the art of surveillance. It was a strange thing to do, but she had to figure this out. There was something Bashir wasn’t telling her, some elephant in the room he didn’t dare to talk about, not even to his strange bedfellows on the internet. Jood decided that she would find out what it was, and then, she would have to decide how to deal with it.

Also, she kept hanging around in these communities. She was somewhat fascinated by the whole thing. There was one big part about bodybuilding and training and supplementation, but there was also a whole element about manliness. Seriously, she was impressed by what these guys were talking about. There were whole threads on DIY, on arts and crafts, and on dressing in a stylish, manly fashion. And there was plenty of stuff on how to pick up women and having sex the most intense way.

As she read these things and looked at the pictures and videos the guys shared, she slowly fell down that rabbit hole. After a few days, it felt normal. In the beginning, she had been grossed out by the bulging muscles and the thick veins, by the distended jaws of the female bodybuilders, the constant barrage of side-effect-ravaged backs and the weird voices, the whole sweat and grunting and the crazy aggression of it all. Soon enough, though, her mind blunted to it.

She noticed what was happening the first time she saw a bodybuilder in real life. She was at the mall, doing some shopping, when she suddenly twisted her neck as the guy lumbered by. In that moment, she was really happy she wore her veils, because no one could see her reaction. She would have been so embarrassed if someone had seen her get all slack-jawed!

Her mind had been well-trained, though, already. She instantly noticed the man’s thick traps, his rounded shoulders with just a hint of splits, his pecs showing a bit of feathering, and his lats that made his upper body swing side-by-side as he walked by.

For a moment, Jood thought about running out of the shop and talking to him, just to ask him how he went about to become like this, but she caught herself. Then she wondered whether she should take a picture with him.

And then, she had the strangest thought.

The guy didn’t look as big as she would have wanted.

She felt insane. That man was massive. He was built like an ox, and he was reasonably ripped. His arms were huge!

And yet, faced with the endless parade of online muscle-monsters, he felt … small? Okay, not small, but still … normal.

Then she thought of Bashir and realized that she was obviously going crazy. Shaking her head, she returned to her shopping, but as she did, her mind kept going back to this guy. She should have asked him to take a picture, at least.

 

A few days later, she had finished setting up the surveillance setup at her home. It certainly felt weird to do this, but she had to know. She had also installed a tracking software on Bashir’s phone one night, and now, she could monitor their place at all times. She decided that should Bashir ask her what this was all about, she would say something about checking on the servants, but since he never noticed, she was fine with this.

Then, as the trap was set, it was time to lay low and let him walk into it. Jood chuckled at the thought. This was the “hunter mindset” that some of the guys in the community talked about. She did feel a certain thrill …

To make sure he felt safe, she announced that she was going to visit his mother for a week or so. This way, she was certain he would do whatever he really wanted and show her his desires. As she was finishing up her packing, she heard him whine:

“The sink is clogged again! Tell that Anisa girl to get the repair man!”

“Bashir, she isn’t here today. She’ll only be here tomorrow for the cleaning.”

“Then call her.”

“I … I … What’s the problem?”

“It’s the sink. The water won’t drain.”

“Wait a moment.”

She sighed. Then she took off her abaya and opened the cupboard under the sink. She got a bucket, and, in a manner of minutes, she had unscrewed the whole construction, cleaned it, and reassembled it. She checked that everything was nice and tight, then she let the water run. It drained perfectly, and she quickly washed her hands.

Bashir stood next to her, completely transfixed by what had just happened. She smiled at him:

“There. That wasn’t too hard.”

“Where did you learn to do that?”

Suddenly, Jood blushed.

“Uh … on the … I … It was on the internet.” She looked away. “Listen, this is all fine, but I have to go. Have fun!”

She gave him a peck on the cheek and left. Bashir stood there, shocked by what he had just witnessed. In a way, he felt intimidated.

 

That evening, after the women of the house had gone to sleep, Jood tracked Bashir’s internet use. She could see him relax on the sofa, masturbating, through the cameras. He was looking at bodybuilder pictures of all kinds, and Jood found herself getting aroused too. Without thinking, her hand went between her legs and she started to play with herself. Bashir was definitely into mass monsters. To her shock, she realized that she was into those too …

In the night, she had a strange dream in which she was checking out masses of bodybuilders in the mall that walked by in hordes as she was hiding in the shop, and then, she suddenly realized that they all had her face? She awoke, confused and aroused.

The next night, Bashir was at it again, and she was watching him. As she saw him scroll through threads of hairy muscle beasts and comment on the pictures, she suddenly had a stupid idea.

“Hey, can I DM you?”

She couldn’t believe what she just did. A moment later, he answered:

“Sure.”

Okay, now she had to commit, right? She touched his contact and wrote:

“Hi! You’re into big muscle people?”

“Yes! You too?”

Jood hesitated. Was she even lying?

“I am.” Then she added: “I’m new to this.”

“If you need anything, just let me know. I’ve been around for a bit.”

“Cool.”

“Wanna see my favorite bodybuilders?”

“I do!”

Jood was shocked. The pictures Bashir sent her were just an endless parade of huge, muscular, ultra-manly mega-studs. Some had maybe started out as women and then roided themselves to such an extent that they were indistinguishable from men, others were very clearly, well … men.

Big, burly, hairy, muscular men with huge cocks.

For just a moment, Jood wanted to ask her husband whether he was gay. Then she realized that this would break character, and it also would sound like judging. Also … well … it wasn’t as if he was doing anything to dispel the notion. Though she did notice quite a few of these ultra-masculine dudes to actually have a little feminine side to themselves … The well-groomed hair, the nails, these were people obsessed with their exterior, not crazy mountain men.

That’s when she realized she was furiously masturbating without thinking.

She wanted to be like this …

The moment she understood that thought, she fought back. That was impossible. It was stupid, it was wrong! She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t feel this!

And yet, there she was.

She breathed deeply, thanked him for the pictures and logged back off.

That night, her dreams were even more confusing. She was in a dark place, surrounded by thick, writhing muscle swelling all around her, enveloped in a heavy scent of sweat, struggling to free herself.

She awoke completely wrapped in her blanket and feeling very stupid and horny.

 

The next evening, Bashir wrote first, announcing something wonderful! He had invited someone over to his place for tonight, and he would tell everything about it the next day.

For a moment, Jood wondered what that was about, but then, she just switched on the cameras. She would see it anyway. Now all she had to do was to stay awake and watch.

It turned out not to be difficult at all. The curiosity was enough to keep her awake.

 

Under her blanket, careful not to give her in-laws any indication of what was happening, Jood watched the phone anxiously. She could tell that Bashir was just as nervous, though he was also very excited. Well, to be honest, so was she …

He paced the room, his cock tenting his pants, constantly checking his watch. Meanwhile, Jood’s excitement mounted just as quickly, and she noticed she was getting quite horny without even knowing what was going on.

After what felt like an eternity, someone appeared to be on the door. Jood felt a sudden pang of jealousy. What was going to happen? Had he invited some prostitute?

Nah. That wouldn’t make sense, would it? Unless there were …

There were.

Bashir had opened the door and now, he guided a big, muscular guy into the living room. It was so obvious that this was a muscleman for hire, and yet, Jood found herself not jealous, but … fascinated. The guy took off his jacket and revealed a massively yoked upper body. Bashir was over him a moment later, caressing the man, admiring his muscles, kissing them …

Jood was both furious and horny.

He had lied to her. He was clearly gay, and he was worshipping this man with a dedication he had never even remotely dedicated to her! And at the same time, she wanted to be this huge guy. She wanted to be this muscleman, this hunk, feeling her husband’s hands all over her, craving her, salivating over her enormous build …

By now, she was masturbating furiously as she watched the show, the giant flexing in turn to display his power, moving from one pose to the next and showing off the size of his muscles. Without thinking, Jood tensed her own arms a bit, feeling her muscles react, even if they were too small and weak to show anything.

Now the two men were getting closer to each other, and Bashir was stripping out of his clothes, presenting his soft, weak body to the strong man he had invited. He looked almost endearing like this. The bodybuilder started to manhandle Bashir, and her husband let himself be subjected to quite the humiliation. He was forced to the ground, the weight of the bulky man pushing him down, and then, to Jood’s shock and arousal, she saw her husband getting fucked …

Jood’s mind was blown. She had never seen anything like it, not even imagined it … And it was turning her on. She suddenly fantasized about being in this position, behind her husband, sinking her penis into him …

Her penis?

That was insane.

And yet, that thought was right inside her. Her mind was overwhelmed by the idea. She was going crazy, wasn’t she? She shivered as her insides contracted around her fingers as she felt hornier than ever before. She had to bite her pillow to stop herself from squealing in delight.

Jood was hot, sweaty, unbelievably horny, and she was enjoying every moment of this.

Maybe it was something she wouldn’t have gone for if she hadn’t been so aroused, but in that moment, she made her decision. She would become this.

 

After a very strange night with plenty of very odd dreams that left her sweaty and confused, she logged back in on one of the communities and soon asked around for someone to help her. There was a certain amount of skepticism when the other members heard of her question:

“I’m a woman and I want to become a big and masculine bodybuilder. How do I get there?”

Then her mailbox was flooded by direct messages. Jood laid in the bed, looking through the endless list. Most were useless horny posts by people who wanted her to send before pictures or asked whether she would like to date or marry them. She just ignored them. Some, however, were a bit more useful and actually asked intelligent questions about her motives, her means and the time she had planned to take.

As she answered those posts, she got more and more information about how to get there. It was pretty fascinating. Apparently, the process would take a while, but since she didn’t want to avoid virilizing side-effects, this would all be pretty simple.

Suddenly, Jood found herself grinning broadly. This was insane, but it would also work …

 

She returned home not long after and already found several packages waiting for her. She had one of the servants move them to the room Bashir had suggested as her separate bedroom. Once that was done, she got busy opening the boxes and assembling the training machines in them. As she worked through the various steps, she found herself wondering several times whether she should get some help, but then, she said to herself that she had to do it on her own.

Besides, it wasn’t that Bashir would be much help. He’d probably just get his fingers pinched by some bit. It took her the better part of an afternoon, but then, the whole setup was done. She admired her handiwork, feeling proud.

“You’re getting there, Jood …”

After a bit of relaxing, she changed into her new workout clothes and admired herself in the big mirror she had bought. At first, she had thought about getting the usual cute style, but as soon as she realized what she was trying to do, she had quickly switched to something more masculine. As a result, she was wearing some wide black shorts, a sports bra and a white tank top, plus a matching black jacket. She chuckled. Those things still looked great on her …

Then she suddenly had an idea. The guys on the internet were right: She should take some “before”-pictures. Snapping a few, she realized that this outfit was probably not how she would present herself later on. She blushed at the thought, but then, she decided to go for it. She slipped off the jacket and the top, then took off her bra.

She looked at her reflection nervously. She had moderately-sized breasts, nothing massive, but still nice, and because of her rather slim back, she wore D-cup bras. They also had a bit of a hang to them, but Jood tightened her back muscles and lifted them up, straightening herself out. Then she grinned and lifted one arm and flexed. There was maybe a tiny little shape shifting under her skin, but that didn’t matter. As the phone took her picture, she imagined just how big her arm would eventually get. The thought made her heart beat faster. She had to focus. After checking the pictures out, she put her clothes back on, feeling a little embarrassed by her decision.

At last, she started her training. This was just a little trial run to get into it, nothing too tough. She just wanted to see how it felt.

Jood finished up after an hour. She was sweaty and feeling rather hot. She had gone through several sets of various exercises and she felt amazing! Tired, of course, but also really alive. It had been so long that she had felt alive, and this was an incredible sensation. She admired her sweaty, pumped body and couldn’t stop herself from mock-posing.

To herself, she said:

“Soon … I’m going to get so strong …”

Then she giggled happily, did a little jump and headed for the shower.

 

A few weeks in, Bashir was a bit surprised by the food his wife was eating lately. He had taken some time to notice it. Their servant had cooked for them, and the older woman clearly disapproved of the kind of stuff Jood had picked for herself. Still, Jood was the boss’ wife, so she had to comply, even if she found the idea of eating steamed food with vegetables like this completely bizarre. At least, Jood had seen reason and accepted some seasoning. The old woman had rolled her eyes, but what could she do.

The couple sat together in silence. Ever since Jood had returned from her visit, she stayed a bit at a distance. She wanted to make sure that she would be able to shock him once her progress became obvious.

As they ate, Bashir asked:

“I noticed you are using the spare bedroom now.”

“That’s right, husband. I have set up some equipment in there.”

“Ah. What kind of equipment?”

She let him wait a bit as she continued eating. After a moment, she could tell that he was getting nervous. She wondered why. At last, she answered:

“Oh, just some machines to stay in shape. You can use them too.”

“Do you think I’m out of shape?”

She looked up and smiled:

“I don’t think you’ve ever been in shape.”

“Erm. I’m sorry, but I am still a man. Obviously, I am fit and strong.”

“Ah.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“Of course!”

She chuckled.

“Would you like to arm-wrestle?”

Bashir’s face immediately turned crimson. Then he grinned nervously.

“Well, I wouldn’t want to hurt you …”

“Let me finish this, then I’ll let you try.”

She returned to her food.

 

While she ate, she couldn’t help noticing that Bashir was getting increasingly anxious. She hid her smile as good as she could. Watching him react to the challenge was amusing. The poor guy. It was clearly turning him on, but he also didn’t want to show it. So he tried to pass off his excitement as some vague boredom. It turned out that Bashir wasn’t that good an actor. In a way, Jood was a little disappointed. She had expected someone who had fetishes like he had to be able to at least conceal them by concealing his feelings and maybe appear somewhat charming. Well, he clearly couldn’t.

She took her time. The longer she took, the more he started to fidget. At last, she decided that it was enough. She put the dishes to the side. The servant would clear them later. Then she smiled at her husband.

“Ready when you are.”

She got in position and held up her hand. Suddenly realizing that this was now happening, she could feel Bashir getting nervous. Well, he had brought this upon himself.

He mirrored her position and took her hand. It was surprising how soft it was. Lately, her training had made her palms a bit tougher, even though she used gloves to protect her skin. She tried to find the right angle. Back when she had been a kid, her cousins had occasionally challenged her to games like these, as had her brothers.

“Okay … Let’s do this …”

Bashir found himself grinning. Then he said:

“Go!”

And he pushed. Jood was surprised for a moment, but then, she held against him and did her best to push back. It was … hard. But it wasn’t impossible. She put her strength into it, locked her legs to the chair, and leaned in. She did know a few things about that game, and she quickly realized that Bashir, well, wasn’t as experienced. She could certainly make up for her relatively lower strength.

Though … Was it really lower? To her surprise, she found herself not only stabilizing his push, but actually countering it. Bashir was clearly as shocked as she was and suddenly had to put some work in. He obviously didn’t expect that, and produced a frustrated groan as she brought his fist beyond the vertical.

Now he scrambled for a solution. She had him halfway down already when he finally managed to focus and push back. The pressure was intense now, and Jood felt her muscles harden with the effort. They both grunted. Gone was the funny little game. This was no longer a joke. Both felt they had something to lose now.

Jood gritted her teeth as Bashir managed to push her back. She could feel her brow get all sweaty, but so was her husband’s. The man looked pretty strained already. She took this as a sign that she might win this, and redoubled her efforts.

Again, her hand ended up on top of his. Since the beginning of their struggle, she had dominated this, and Bashir was constantly fighting to avoid defeat. She felt a strange pleasure well up within her. This was incredible! She had never experienced anything like this. She was in control. Sure, it was hard work, but it felt so good …

She pushed herself even harder and increased the pressure. Bashir was stronger, yes, but he was so horribly out of shape that she could probably beat him on endurance and technique. All she had to do was stick to it …

Bashir groaned and a big drop of sweat fell on the table from his forehead. Between his teeth, he growled:

“Why are you so strong?”

She tried to find enough energy to answer, but only produced a drawn-out gargle as she put her entire strength into her arm. Jood could feel her arm bulge with effort, and she loved the sensation. This was what it was all about, right? Being strong, being in control, outdoing this weak man …

These crazy thoughts flooded her mind, and she absolutely loved them. She felt that under all of this effort, she was getting aroused. Was she going crazy? Maybe. But she enjoyed it.

Now Bashir’s arm kept hovering above the tabletop. He was barely managing to stop her from just slamming it down. She was winning this.

“Ow! Ow! Ow!” He squealed in sudden pain. “Stop! Stop! Stop it! I … I’ve got a cramp!”

He opened his hand and tried to pull it back, which caused her to twist her grip and release him. Furious at the sudden interruption, Jood glared at him:

“What the hell?”

Bashir caressed his arm, looking rather pathetic.

“I … I have a cramp in my arm. Yeah. Wouldn’t have been fair to continue.”

For a moment, a deep silence fell over the room. Jood looked at him with an expression that suggested massive contempt. Seriously? This was the only way he managed to get out of certain defeat? Pathetic.

Bashir was obviously realizing she had seen right through him, but what could he do? He looked a bit overwhelmed. Then he said:

“Go get the servant so she can clean up the dishes.”

She turned to call her, but he said:

“Just go to the kitchen and tell her.”

She sighed and got up, frustrated with her husband. She walked out with a swirl of her dress, feeling a great tension in herself. As she stepped away, she turned back a bit and snuck a peek at Bashir.

Yeah.

Of course he was hard. What a twerp. He loved this. And he wouldn’t admit it. The thing was, though, she was enjoying this too. Seeing him squirm, trying to save himself from her strength … And she was only at the beginning. Soon, she would grow really strong, and then, he would suffer.

 

Over the next few months, Bashir stayed out of her way. He was rather busy, or at least, he claimed to be. She did notice, though, that he kept hovering around her, trying to catch glimpses of what she was doing. It was strange. On the one hand, he kept her at arm’s length in bed and in daily life, on the other hand, he clearly wanted to check her out.

Well, she decided to give him just enough of a view to allow him to get horny. Teasing him amused her. It was another way in which she could be in control of this fool.

Also, she herself was getting increasingly turned on. After laying some foundations and learning the ropes of working out, she ordered the kind of drugs she would need to kickstart her transformation. As Jood assembled all the vials of drugs, she started to realize what she was going to do. She hesitated. The dozen or so substances would change her. She had seen the other women online. She had heard their voices, seen their faces, admired their physiques. They looked like freaks. Completely insane. Self-destructive, but willing to rebuild themselves into what they wanted to be.

And she would be one of them. One of the insane people who defied God’s creation by turning themselves into something different than intended …

She took a deep breath.

Should she really do this? It was just so crazy …

She thought about her situation. She could still stop. She could go back to being a foolish little wife in a loveless marriage. She could do what God, society, her family, everybody intended … or she could be the man she knew her husband wanted to be with. And the manly creature she realized she wanted to be …

Well, society be damned. She would do it.

She took the prepared the first set of injections, then proceeded to pump all that stuff into her body, ready to turn herself into a blasphemous monstrosity. And she would enjoy every moment of it!

 

A few days later, she noticed the first side-effects. It had started pretty small, with her skin feeling a bit dry, but soon enough, she had a massive acne outbreak on her back. That was annoying, but she had one of the servants help her clean it up. The woman carefully popped all her zits, disinfected the little spots and did her best not to look too disgusted.

There was another thing too. She started to smell. It was discreet at first, but two weeks in, her clothes started to reek. It was amazingly bad. She smelled like a young man in the middle of puberty. It was eye-watering, and it was everywhere. In her clothes, in her bed, in the shower, in every room … When she went out shopping, she tried to cover up the smell with some intense perfume, but that seemed to only make things worse. At home, though, she just let it all out.

Bashir’s reaction was surprising. He … seemed to like it?

He didn’t want to show it, but … he was closer to her now than ever before. Jood was impressed. Maybe this was part of the trick?

 

After a particularly intense workout, Jood was admiring herself in the mirror. Her body was glistening with sweat, and the air in the room was smelling pretty awful. She lifted her arm and flexed it, watching her biceps swell up. The daily workouts had really changed her physique, and seeing as she pumped hard every day, hitting her limits and trying to push them, the drugs she was shooting were doing their work. Seriously, she was starting to look pretty incredible. She grabbed a measuring tape and wrapped it around her arm. With a grin, she tightened the muscle even more. It reacted accordingly, stretching the tape a bit. She relaxed it, flexed it again and again, until it looked reasonably pumped. Ten and a half inches … That was nice. Also, it was hard! There was zero flab on her arm anymore.

She could feel the muscle shift under her skin.

“Fuck … This looks great … I can’t wait it to get bigger!”

She cleared her throat. That was another side-effect. Her voice had gotten pretty rough lately. There was a kind of constant scratchiness in her throat, and her voice had a bit of a squawk to it. It was kinda bizarre, and sometimes, it would jump up and down like a teenage boy’s. She did her best to hide this, lowering her voice, or trying to speak in shorter sentences so she could catch herself before somebody noticed.

Then again, she could see Bashir tense up every time she missed the moment. She had no idea whether he understood what was going on, but he couldn’t be so dense as to not see that something was happening. Seriously, her husband was gravitating around her lately. He would casually check her out, something he had never done before.

On the one hand, it was a bit annoying because he would linger close to her and say nothing, but on the other hand, it was proof that what she was doing was working.

She took her phone and snapped some more pictures of her current body. Then she compared them to her “before”-picture. The change was a bit subtle still, but it was there. Her body had become leaner and tougher, and her legs, butt and arms had tightened up and showed slight signs of muscle. Also, her breasts had shrunk a bit, but that was to be expected, and also part of the process.

To be honest, she enjoyed this. It just felt great to become stronger and to be in control of her body.

That’s when she noticed a surprisingly thick black hair sprouting from her chest. It was maybe half an inch long, and it was starting to curl gently. She stared at it. A few months ago, she would immediately have plucked it and felt annoyed about it, but now, she just touched it, feeling its springiness.

A smile spread on her face. She thought of all the big, hairy dudes on the community and imagined her chest covered in a thick fur … Okay. That was too much, wasn’t it? She couldn’t just become a hairy beast, right? She … she had to stop somewhere … Then she thought about the man that had fucked Bashir’s ass.

Yeah.

She felt a bizarre tension in her pussy. Putting the phone away, she reached between her legs and caressed her lips.

“Mmmh …”

It felt great. Much more intense than before. She sighed. Wow. She felt her fingers get wet. Incredible. She wondered what it would feel like to have a cock … Wouldn’t that be great? A big, thick monster dangling between her legs …

She chuckled nervously. That was insane. She couldn’t think like this. At the same time, that was the trip she was on, wasn’t she? That was where she was heading. She bit her lip as she found a nice spot and rubbed it.

She wondered how this would work … But there were people in the community that suggested that there was some kind of treatment to actually get a cock … She would have to check this out.

 

Bashir was in the shower, cleaning himself after a long masturbation session. He had discovered a new contact online, and the guy was amazing! He was huge and hairy and so dominant … It felt incredible to chat with him. Okay, he hadn’t actually seen any pictures, and as always, there was the risk that this was just another person pretending to actually be some big horny dude, but … he wanted to believe. Besides, the guy was absolutely authentic. Talking about his workouts, describing his drug regimen, and writing about his fantasies … The guy was still growing, and he already suggested he was pretty massive.

Bashir tried to push him for some pictures, but so far, the guy had resisted. Well, it wasn’t that much of a problem. He could imagine him well enough …

As the warm water washed away the cum stuck to his sparse pubic hair, Bashir groaned.

Again.

Something kept clogging the drain. He hated it when that happened, and it got more frequent lately. The water wouldn’t run off correctly and he would stand in half an inch of tepid water with some droplets of his cum floating in it.

Yuck.

He opened the drain cover and started poking at whatever was stuck in there. Then he pulled out a bunch of curly pubic hairs. Not his. He wondered where those came from.

Was one of the male servants using this shower? He hoped not! Maybe it was one of the women? He never even looked at them. Maybe they were hairy under their modest clothes? It was confusing.

As he yanked the clump out, he noticed that there was this thick, manly smell attached to it.

Now he was really confused. This didn’t make sense at all!

 

Jood stared at her crotch. It looked crazy. There was this massive bush of hair now, since she never shaved down there, and the drugs she was shooting had made it all sprout in all direction. She literally had a line of hair going upwards all the way to her bellybutton. Her legs had also become hairier lately, and while there was still this thought that this was inappropriate for a woman, what she was seeing was challenging that idea.

There, poking out amidst the hair was a small penis. It was really tiny, with its cockhead barely as big as the tip of her pinky, but … it was there.

The drug she had received was working. It was strange, but apparently, it was real. As explained, she had injected it into her clitoris, and then, over the course of a few days, her tiny spot had changed. It had begun to swell and grow, then it had absorbed her urethra, and then, it had transformed into a very small cock.

That was what she was looking at now. It was really small, but … it was a cock. She touched it gently with her increasingly gnarled fingers. This sent a shiver through her body.

Oh wow …

The tiny appendage swelled up a little and started to rise. She sighed. It worked! It actually worked! Jood was elated. She kept playing with it, every touch sending little flashed of arousal through her body. Then she looked at herself in her home gym mirror. The last few months had continued her change, though she still looked mostly female.

There was a bit of a sharpness to her face and her chin looked a bit bigger, but she was still herself. The rest of her body had improved more, though. She looked more like a crossfitter now, her arms having gained a good inch of girth, her shoulders having grown wider, and her trunk having become more solid.

Jood kept playing with her tiny cock, and it started to twitch now. It was getting really hard now. She shivered with delight. Sure, it was still small, but if she kept treating it, it would soon get as large as Bashir’s. And then, she would make it bigger. And bigger! She couldn’t wait …

She had been chatting with him in her male persona for a while now, teasing him and making him submit to her. When she was ready, they would meet “in person”, and then, she would overwhelm him!

The thought was enough to send her over the edge and she came like this for the first time, shooting a tiny droplet of cum out of her little dick. It hit the mirror and slid down slowly. Jood felt incredible. This was going to be amazing!

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