[El_Roy_1999]

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

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

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

Read it here:

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

The preview:

„Hi Ren!“

„Good morning, July!“

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

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

“Thank you! I’m glad you like it!”

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

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

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

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

Either way, they just needed to get to class …

 

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

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

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

July asked:

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

Ren shook her head:

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

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

“I can’t wait!”

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

 

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

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

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

“That’s correct, Professor Robert.”

“Come on in, have a seat.”

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

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

“Sitting?”

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

“Wow. That’s why you’re so buff?”

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

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

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

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

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

“I can’t wait!”

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

“Can’t say I have, sir.”

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

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

“Give it a taste. I really like it.”

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

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

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

The student nodded:

“I can’t wait, sir.”

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

Ren nodded eagerly and got busy.

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

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

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

Harry grinned:

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

There were sounds of agreement.

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

 

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

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

“I overdid it, didn’t I?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That would be great sir. Thank you!”

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll see what I can do, sir.”

With a smile on her face, Ren left.

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Alex raised an eyebrow at him.

“You sure about that, bro?”

Harry turned to Ren, who was grinning.

“Um, Ren …”

Finn made his chest roll and pop.

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

He made his pecs jump enticingly. The cheerleader laughed:

“I don’t know. You tell me?”

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

Ren just grinned:

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

“Um, Ren …”

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

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

The redhead shook her head:

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

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

“Well, you are looking great …”

“You think so?”

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

“You’re so buff! That’s incredible!”

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

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

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

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

July nodded slowly. That sounded great!

[El_Roy_1999]

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

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

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

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

And here’s your preview:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The press people exchanged glances.

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

One of the reporters leaned over to his colleague:

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

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

He chuckled.

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

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

“Weird …”

“Yeah.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“… to …”

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

It was … wow … Wow!

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

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

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

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

“It looks … odd.”

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

“Uh …”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then she growled:

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

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

That’s when it happened.

[El_Roy_1999]

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

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

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

Get it here:

https://books2read.com/u/m25al7

Here’s the preview:

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

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

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

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

A pious and modest man.

I am happy that my son will bear his name.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No.

I must never accept this. Never.

 

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

It can get lonely out here.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Between trusts, I asked:

“Husband, what are you thinking about?”

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

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

I smiled at him and whispered:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I smiled at him:

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

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

He kissed my forehead gently.

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He kissed Jamal’s cheeks and said:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jamal hissed:

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

The huge man cut him off:

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

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

And then again … how could I not?

Such manliness was admirable.

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I couldn’t explain it.

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

I wanted that.

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

 

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

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

He sighed. At last, he managed:

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

Reluctantly, I agreed.

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

His dark, beautiful eyes radiated sadness.

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

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

“It is incredible.”

“That such a transformation is even possible …”

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

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

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

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

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

Suddenly, I blurted out:

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

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

Then, slowly, he nodded:

“We … we could at least try.”

I smiled:

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

I kissed him again, then climbed on him.

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was clueless.

“What do you mean?”

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

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

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

“You know it means ‘no’?”

I blushed.

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

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

“I do, husband.”

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

 

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

He grinned:

“This is going to be amazing!”

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

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

I smiled at him:

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

He nodded vaguely.

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

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

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

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

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

He shrugged. Then he said:

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

And he left.

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

 

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

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

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

To be honest, I quite enjoyed it!

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

After a few months, I could see some progress.

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

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

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

What should I say?

He loved it!

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

“Mashaallah, Salma! What happened to you?”

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

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

He nodded hungrily. I was doing something right!

 

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

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

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

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

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

As a result, he put on weight.

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

Then, one day, he declared:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

He smiled at me and said:

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

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

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

Maybe it was the vitamins.

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

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

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

“You did it again, Mom!”

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

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

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

Amber gave her a little kiss on the cheek:

“I won. Oof.”

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

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

Becca smiled:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Becca nodded eagerly:

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

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

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

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

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

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

The place was completely steamed up.

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

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

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

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

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

Jonah sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

He came.

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

He had to deal with this somehow.

“Hey, it’s Jonah! Hi Jonah!”

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

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

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

“Hi, guys! How have you been?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wow. You must be proud!”

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

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

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

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

“You’re sooo cute!”

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

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

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

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

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

The musclewoman instantly looked at them, and paled.

“What the fuck?”

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

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

“Mom, could you come up here?”

The musclewoman down in the yard looked up and smiled:

“What is it?”

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

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

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

“Erm … Mom?”

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

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

Becca shook her head.

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

Amber grinned and held up one of the sketches.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She swallowed and cleared her throat.

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

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

[El_Roy_1999]

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

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

Read it here:

https://books2read.com/u/mqx6Kd

And here’s a sample:

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

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

[El_Roy_1999]

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

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

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

Read it here:

https://books2read.com/u/mYe1rd

And a preview:

“Alexis, are you okay?”

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

Alexis was the exception to prove the rule.

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

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

The tiny ball of anger and frustration turned to her:

“Did I ask your opinion?”

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

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

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

“Well, you did!”

Alexis got up and stormed out of the dorm room.

 

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

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

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

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

“Stupid college. Stupid everything!”

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

In the dirt, she read:

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

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

“Julie? Emily? Is that you?”

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

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

 

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

“Oh fuck …”

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

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

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

“Not the phone …”

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

“ReWriter”

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

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

“What do you want to ReWrite?”

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

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

She hit Enter.

The app did a green checkmark.

Nothing else happened.

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

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

“Holy shit!”

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

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

She opened the app again.

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

And Enter.

Green checkmark.

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

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

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

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

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

“Whoa.”

She grinned.

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

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

Enter.

Green checkmark.

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

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

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

Her heart jumped.

She’d have to tell Emily!

 

A moment later, she burst into their room.

“Emily!”

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

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

“Nerd queen? What do you mean?”

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

“They do?”

Emily squinted her eyes.

“Everything okay?”

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

“Good. Good …”

She gave her Alexis a worried look.

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

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

“Sure. To celebrate what exactly?”

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

Emily snorted:

“Okay, I get it. Have fun.”

She rolled her eyes.

 

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

“Maybe this app can fix other things too …”

She opened it again.

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

Enter.

Green checkmark.

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

That’s when something happened. She gasped.

“Oh God …”

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

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

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

“Holy shit … This is incredible!”

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

Then she saw herself in the mirror.

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

“This ReWriter is fantastic … I … Wait …”

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

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

Enter.

Green checkmark.

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

“We are?”

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

“Um, I can invite you …”

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

“It is?”

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

“Okay, yeah. Makes sense.”

“Your words, nerd queen. Get dressed!”

And she was gone again.

 

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

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

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

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

Enter.

Green checkmark.

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

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

[El_Roy_1999]

This is the story for friends of ultra-muscular farmgirls and their equally gargantuan doctor lovers. I think you’ll like that one. I’m told it’s wholesome!

Jon and Becky
Jon and Becky are genetic freaks, blessed and cursed with enormous muscles and superior power. This makes their love lives very difficult, both being damned to a life of unfulfilled loneliness. That is, until they meet by chance! This erotic fiction contains female muscle and feats of strength. All characters are at least 18 years old.

Read it here:

https://books2read.com/u/bwXWxy

And here’s a sample:

Some blessings are a curse.

Jon Harkins was born to a middle-class family, nice people, living in the suburbs. A healthy boy, born a bit late, but it was an easy birth. His father named him after his grandfather and, to be honest, expected great things from his firstborn.

He never would have expected just how great his son would end up being.

After biting his mother’s nipple terribly hard right after his birth, which caused her to scream in pain, the boy quickly learned to be gentle. She soon forgot about the incident. The boy drank heartily and grew quickly.

At four months, Jon was walking. Two weeks later, he was running. When he got his shots, the doctor was both surprised by how relaxed the kid was and how difficult it was to insert the needle. There was something strange to him.

Jon was a calm, friendly child, carefree and easy to cheer. Despite his rapid development, he refrained from causing too much trouble. Not no trouble, of course. He grew fast and was able to ride his tricycle at astonishing speeds at fourteen months. His mother tried to get him to be careful, but … well, he didn’t get hurt. Much.

It was interesting to see. When playing with other children or with pets, Jon would always exhibit a natural hesitation and gentleness. The other kids didn’t seem to mind and included him in their games, the boy moving in the group like a gentle giant. Of course, having such a strong playmate was quite useful. He would run and pull a wagon with all the other kids behind him at astonishing speed, he would easily carry their stuff, and them, should they get tired …

And at all times, Jon was calm, friendly and gentle.

By the time he grew into a teenager, Jon was established as a successful athlete. Despite his excellent foundations, he turned out to be not as useful on team sports, but he made his mark in track and field, and when he found weightlifting, he found his calling. Shattering one record after the next, Jon grew bigger and bigger, stronger and stronger.

As he finished school, he had grown into a 6’1” hunk, weighing some 300 pounds, and looking incredible. After a brief stint in fitness modeling, he joined the army, and despite never taking a life got commended for saving his entire squad during an ambush by half-pulling, half-carrying the vehicle they were in when the IED hit all the way to the base. His heavy, near-indestructible body had shielded his comrades quite a bit of the explosion, but not from everything, including the following assault by the rebels.

It took the military quite some time to even accept that this was not some random tall tale. He even had to demonstrate his strength in front of a commission. The whole thing seemed too outlandish.

As the brass realized what a gifted man they had there, they immediately offered him a career in the special forces, but Jon respectfully declined.

Instead, he left the army, studied and started his career as a doctor. Again, his toughness, focus and polite demeanor meant that he advanced quickly, soon becoming the head of the clinic. A man beloved by his colleagues, the staff and, most of all, his patients.

And yet, there was an enormous problem in his life.

Jon found it impossible to be with a woman. Sure, he could spend time with them, he could caress them, he could be incredibly charming, but … he soon became painfully aware that giving in to passion would mean that people would be grievously harmed or even killed. He couldn’t accept that. A lifetime of chastity would have been an option, but despite his best efforts, he found that this was impossible for him. He tried his best to burn off the excess of energy in endless workouts, getting his muscles larger and larger, but that didn’t help much. Now at 350 pounds of hard, perfectly ripped muscle, Jon was getting close to the Platonic ideal of the manly man, and he was as unsatisfied as ever.

 

Jon came home after a long day at work. He smiled as Christina and Josie ran to greet him. The two women were his current … partners, and they were gorgeous. They helped him out of his suit, their hands exploring his muscular body, kissing him, enticing him with their loveliness.

A moment later, he was on the bed with them. Christina, the blonde, admired his giant, ripped pecs, running her perfectly manicured fingers over the feathers of muscle that adorned them. At the same time, Josie, the brunette, ran her fingers through his hair and couldn’t help kissing his enormous twenty-six-inch biceps. His hard workouts had given Jon a body that could only be described as Olympian. Honestly, even the gods of Ancient Greece might have felt a slight pang of jealousy when getting a look at this man.

His hard, incredibly intense training had sculpted his physique into something that was probably impossible to achieve for anyone without his bizarre gift. Jon’s chest was amazingly broad and thick, close to eighty inches around. This made his torso’s girth greater than his height. His heavy pecs were massive and as hard as they were dry. Christina’s fingers examined every creek carved into his skin, admiring the snaking rivers formed by his veins. Of all the women he had “dated” over the years, she was the one that was the most enamored by his incredible physique. Josie loved his looks all the same, but Christina was clearly getting her worst fetish-itch scratched by touching Jon’s impossible body. By this time, he suspected that the young woman did everything to please him and stay close to him, simply to satisfy her desire.

Jon could feel his penis harden and rise. He wasn’t only tall and strong, he was tremendously well-endowed, and the girls had set their eyes on this monster a while ago.

Knowing that they should never get it made them sad.

Christina looked him deep in the eye and whispered:

“Jon, we waited all day for you … We thought about you all the time …”

She kissed his lips.

Josie agreed:

“It was sooo long … We couldn’t wait … And now you’re here!”

Her friend added:

“We just wish you could somehow, somehow … you know …”

“Yes! Please, Jon! Please …”

He sighed:

“Girls, you know how it is. I already told you …”

Christina felt his strong hand caress her, then it went down and he squeezed her butt-cheek with incredible gentleness.

“It’s as if the world around me is made of glass. I … I will do everything I can, but … I wouldn’t want to risk your lives …”

The girls’ hands wandered further along his powerful body, taking in his strong abs. His waist tapered down incredibly to a “mere” sixty inches, only further emphasizing the insane size of his chest. Every single square-inch of his waist was packed with muscle. His mind-boggling genetics had given him a ten-pack, and every block of muscle was decorated with hard lines and bulging veins, guiding the girls’ eyes further down to his crotch.

Relaxing, the enormously muscular man shifted his legs, his forty-two-inch thighs turning into a maze of striations. Christina gasped. Each part of his legs was built into a work of art. This man carried as much definition in his thigh as other men would achieve all over their body in a lifetime of training. Each thigh was literally thicker around than the two girls’ chests.

Gently, he ran his hands along their own thighs. His twenty-three-inch forearms were thicker than those by far. Touching them made him shiver with delight. Their warm, soft bodies were delightful. He breathed deeply, his muscle-packed chest expanding.

Josie gasped:

“Jon, you’re incredible … I … I have never, ever seen anybody like you … I just love how broad your chest is … It’s like … I don’t even know how to describe it. Maybe … you know, a god’s? Is that blasphemy? If it is, then it’s an understandable sin …”

The big man gave her an amused smile. Josie’s thoughts sometimes went down strange paths.

Christina struggled a bit with words as the gargantuan muscleman’s hand roamed her body. She was stunned by his force, something that she couldn’t overcome even after months of spending time with him. At last, she managed:

“Whenever you’re not here, I keep thinking of you … Your muscles … when I close my eyes, I can’t think of anybody but you …”

This confession made Jon blush. He knew that people had the strange need to sometimes spill their thoughts when confronted with his godlike looks, but to hear it put like this …

“I … I don’t know what to say, Christina.”

“Don’t say anything … Please … Just let me be with you … and maybe, maybe, one day … I would love to …”

“You know I can’t. I could never forgive …”

His words were silenced by her kiss as she leaned in and draped her supple body on his hard, unyielding physique. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Josie’s annoyed expression. This too was an issue. His intense presence tended to inflame jealousies around him. At the same time, Christina’s passionate kiss was too good to interrupt.

He concentrated. The last thing he wanted was to lose control …

Christina released his lips and gave him a look of mad passion, her face glowing. He couldn’t help but answer in turn, even though he knew he would never follow up on it.

Her supple, slim body giving up unbridled warmth and energy, she pulled back, her entire body language making it clear that she craved this man on a deeper level. She shot a powerful look at her companion. Jon could see that this was going to cause friction …

Breathing deeply, he said:

“Please, Christina, don’t be mistaken … This can’t end this way …”

“I know, I know …” There was an air of terrible melancholy in her voice, full of insatiable longing.

The brunette had enough:

“Come on, Christina, I know you want him, but don’t make this into a big drama now …” She rubbed her fit body against his hard, unyielding muscles. “We’re here to have fun and just enjoy life, and since there are things we can’t have, why cry after them?” She squeezed, or at least attempted to squeeze, Jon’s biceps. The big man obliged and flexed it, making the mountain of marble flesh expand, forcing her slim fingers apart.

“That’s what I’m talking about, Jon …”

“Always glad to be of service, Josie.”

Christina sighed:

“You don’t understand true feelings, Josie …”

Josie pouted, but then, she turned around, showing her round, tight ass to him, her shaved pussy ready for him.

“I don’t need to, Christina … I just love this big, amazing man’s body, and his delightful cock!”

A moment later, he felt her tongue on his shaft. He gasped as his cock got even bigger and harder. His other hand caressed Josie’s pussy lips and clit. The woman moaned as she felt his strength. In a moment, she was soaking wet.

He whispered:

“Please, Josie, be careful … I can feel you … but you shouldn’t … you shouldn’t …”

His penis became rigid, and Josie retreated when she felt the intense power radiate from it.

“It’s so hard, Jon … Everything in your body is … You’re as if you’re made of steel …”

Christina sighed. She straddled his thigh and started rubbing her pussy against his jutting quads. The ribbed texture of his ultra-ripped muscles was enough to get her close to the edge. Just touching Jon’s body was enough to send her down the road to a massive orgasm.

Josie did her best to get Jon’s strong finger deep into herself, her cunt tightening around it.

The big man was grunting now, getting incredibly turned on by their attention and worship. He felt them trace his muscles, admiring him with deep passion.

As his penis turned into a steel column, he whispered:

“Please, girls, please …”

They knew what they had to do. Their minds getting overwhelmed by his unbridled power, they managed to focus enough to release him for a moment. They got off him as he stood up, his giant muscles rising and falling with every breath. He struggled to stay calm. Then he turned to face the wall. This part of the apartment had been reinforced with steel-plated concrete, with four inches of metal bolted against it. The first time the girls had seen it, they had wondered what it was for.

Now they knew.

Christina quickly opened the cabinet next to it and Jon reached in, pulling out a massive steel block with a dent in it. The block had a pair of handles on it and was framed in plastic to prevent spalling. She struggled with the weight which Jon could easily lift with a single finger.

Josie and Christina sat by the side and watched. Sure, they wanted to get fucked by this colossus of power, but this was a great show too …

Breathing deeply, the insanely horny Jon started pounding the block with his cock. No other human being would have enjoyed this, let alone survive it unharmed, or at all, but Jon …

This was the next best thing to actually fucking.

His monster rammed the steel, denting it deeper with every stroke. The girls watched as he tensed up, his neck exploding into a ring of hard ligaments and ultra-tense muscle.

“Oh God … Oh Gooood …”

He pounded the metal, every blow deforming the block further. It was completely absurd to watch, but as he went in deeper and deeper, the “ribbing” his blows created stimulated him further. Groaning, he penetrated the steel mass.

Now Josie grinned at her friend. It was her turn. She took the sledgehammer from the cabinet.

Looking at the enormous man who was blowing through the steel shape, she asked:

“Are you ready?”

Jon nodded.

His cock now suspended between his crotch and the ring of steel he had created, she started pounding it with the mighty hammer. The first blow sounded a bit dull, but with the next one came an absurd clang that suggested the chime of metal on metal. Josie had practiced swinging it for a bit, but now she was getting the hang of it. Every slam hit Jon’s penis hard, the mass of steel bouncing off his absurdly hard cock. Josie had to be careful to prevent the twenty-five-pound head of the hammer from getting thrown through the room. Her hands shivered as she dampened the effect.

Still, she grinned and launched it again. Another slam, the hammer struck, and Jon breathed deeply, getting hornier with every blow. Every blow seemed to ring like a steel bar. He gasped for air as she kept hitting him, the blows barely seeming to affect his penis. His rod was just too hard, too robust, too powerful.

Blow after blow rained on it, and Josie could see that the man was getting closer and closer to cumming. The strikes came hard now, resonating through the room like thunder. She grinned as another swing landed.

Soon, she was covered in sweat, breathing deeply and trying to keep standing. While Jon was just dealing with his horniness, she herself was looking a bit pumped now.

Meanwhile, Christina was ready again, and showed up with a strange device that looked like an inch-thick circular saw. Jon grinned at her, his mighty chest rising and falling with every breath. He was getting closer and closer to cumming. Thick globs of pre-cum were dripping from his cock-hole.

While a very red-faced Josie rested on the hammer’s handle, Christina fired up the strange machine in her hand.

A moment later, the metal blade’s broad disc started pounding Jon’s member. He grunted loudly as she ran it up and down his rock-hard shaft. As he got more and more aroused, his cock rose even higher, lifting up the steel block that was still suspended from it.

With a grin, Christina passed the machine along the shaft’s underside. That thing would normally have devastated anything in this room, but for Jon, it wasn’t much more than an intense massage. The big man sighed happily as she went down further and further, following his snaking veins and reaching the base of his cock.

Just then, Josie caught her breath and picked up a jackhammer-like device that proceeded to further amplify the stimulation.

Jon closed his eyes, incredibly happy to finally feel some kind of stimulation after this long day. The two young women gave him passionate looks as they operated their machines, desperate to make him cum.

He groaned loudly, clenching his fists to stop himself from reaching out for anything. As he did, a shiver of muscle went through his arms up to his shoulders. It looked like a geological shift. The girls could see mountain ranges form up in real time as his shoulders’ different parts grow enormously thick and his triceps jutted out precariously.

With supreme willpower, he managed to contain himself, but as he felt the circular saw’s disk hammer at his balls before rounding his massive cock and touching its upper side while Josie stimulated his drawn-back foreskin, he gave them a quick jerk of his gigantic bullneck.

“Gggeee …”

The women already knew what would happen next. They could feel the tremendous power building up in Jon’s body. It was like a wave, no, a tsunami of sexual energy building up through him. He crunched his abs, kneading them into interlocking blocks of impenetrable muscle.

Josie and Christina looked away as he came with a grunt, his entire body seemingly tightening into a super-defined mass of muscle. His physique had looked superhuman before, now it was turning godlike.

The veins that covered his body seemed to swell up, every single muscle tightened, the striations causing the women to struggle with their perceptions. Every tendon seemed to shift, and for a moment, it looked as if the muscleman’s mighty power would literally tear him apart, but …

He came.

Despite being told not to, Christina at least peeked between her fingers. She had once been hit close to the eye by some spray, and it had stung like hell.

She saw the eruption explode from his cock, striking the specially reinforced plating on the wall. This too was framed to protect against spalling, but to hear the groan of metal as his ejaculate slammed into it was enough to make anybody tense up inside.

It took Jon a moment to calm down, then the girls saw the inch-deep grove the insane pressure of his genitals had caused. His cum was slowly dripping down the metal, and he breathed heavily, recovering as good as he could.

His skin was red, his veins were on full display, and frankly, it looked as if he just barely avoided bursting.

Suddenly, he threw himself into a most muscular pose, spreading his giant lats and flexing his whole upper body. He couldn’t control himself, the incredible power that was coursing through him needing a further outlet. His whole body seemed to expand into an inhuman shape of power and he roared in triumph, losing his carefully maintained cool for a moment.

Christina watched in terror and fascination as this incredible man turned himself into a maze of veins and muscle fibers and the sheer insanity of this display sent her over the edge.

She came, soaking her panties in just a moment, her face flush with ecstasy. She stumbled and had to cling to her friend, who was just as transfixed.

 

Eventually, Josie breathed out. She too was on the verge of passing out. Christina was completely enraptured by what she saw. She slowly lowered the circular saw-thing in her hand, realizing that the contact with Jon’s insanely hard cock had simply shaved off the whole surface of the disc. There was only an inch of metal left.

She nodded slowly, completely overwhelmed by his intensity.

Honestly, his arousal had somehow raised the temperature in the room, while his perspiration had fogged it up. The man was like a massive steam engine.

They approached him with utmost care, feeling the warmth of his insanely ripped body even at a distance. Then he felt their hands on his hot, bulging muscles. Gently, they caressed him and traced the shapes of his supernatural muscles, taking in his power and definition. He breathed out, releasing the energy that had accumulated inside of him. He felt their hands explore his body, then their chests rubbing against his bulky body, their cheeks on his broad shoulders, their foreheads against his neck … It was incredibly relaxing to feel their sweet softness against his brutal power.

As he calmed down, he smiled:

“Thank you, Christina, thank you, Josie. You were amazing. You always are.”

Josie nodded.

“This time, it was even more intense than last time. You really saved yourself for us!”

“Guilty as charged. I … I had to wait for you both.”

Christina stayed him carefully, set a soft, weak hand on his enormously ripped shoulder and placed the tiniest, most loving of kisses on his cheek.

“Thank you, Jon … This was … supernatural.”

He breathed out sharply and said:

“I’ll clean up, and then, how about we have dinner?”

The two young women nodded. As he walked to the shower, they shared a wistful sigh. There was a melancholy in the whole issue. If only they could be with him in all things! Sure, he was paying them to be with him, but in some way, they found that he probably paid them a compensation for not completely sharing his life with them.

In a way, they both just wanted him to find someone he could be happy with …

 

Becky groaned.

“Seriously? Lord, I hate this car so much!”

She climbed out of the vehicle, which squealed in relief as the shocks expanded again. She stretched. The dumb thing was way too small for her. It hadn’t even been cheap, to make matters worse. That said, whoever had designed it had given it a massive, powerful exterior, but had somehow neglected to inform the insides. As a result, this new pickup truck was much smaller on the interior than her old one. It was really astonishing.

Becky stretched her neck. At 5’9”, genetics had packed 400 pounds of muscle on her body. She was built like the famous brick shithouse, or rather like a whole dung processing plant. She took off her baseball cap and fanned some fresh air at her face. Her long blond hair was tied into a simple braid, and she eschewed all makeup, her freckled face looking kinda cute nonetheless.

She was wearing a massive white blouse she had sewed herself, since no shop in the world offered anything her size. Combined with her dungarees and her big boots, Becky looked every bit the cute country girl, only amped up to eleven. Her neck was so thick, it made her face look a bit small occasionally, and at 29 inches around, it outsized a few trees on her farm. The twin traps that led to her basketball-sized shoulders only made this look crazier. When she made her blouse, she had to incorporate some extra tailorwork, just to make sure it even hoped to fit.

She plonked the cap back on her head and walked around the car, reaching the ruined axle. The bar had somehow bent through, and of course, no car could work like that.

The musclegirl scratched her chest. Becky had been blessed not only with massive muscles, but also a gigantic chest which seemed to have attracted most of her bodyfat. Her bosom was well-supported by twin plates of muscle and still managed to show off the sharpness of her pecs.

As with her blouse, she was forced to sew her own bra, and that construction had taken quite a few attempts over the years. From the thickness of the straps necessary to sit comfortably on the mountainous belt of her muscles to the giant cups to hold her massive breasts, it was a bit of an engineering marvel.

Becky took up position at the back of the car and reached under it with one hand. Then she hoisted it up to chest level, careful not to make the fresh produce she had stacked on the bed fall off. Her thick arm swelled a bit with the effort, reaching its max of twenty-eight inches. There was a tiny layer of fat under her skin, but still, she could see the veins snaking along the hard lump of muscle with its split.

She chuckled, holding the car up and then bending down to get a good look at the problem. She would have to figure this out …

 

As expected, the axle was bent. This was tough. That car was really in a bad shape. She would have to get a new axle. Or even better, a new car. The problem was that the farm was barely yielding enough money to make ends meet, and she didn’t want to buy another lemon!

She sighed. For now, she had to fix the stupid thing and get it back to town. Disassembling it here on the field, with all the produce wasn’t an option either. It would just make a mess.

Becky examined the axle. Maybe she could bend it back? It didn’t have to be perfect, just straight enough so that it would run for the ride to town. Then, she would see whether she could quickly get a replacement.

She rested the car on her broad back and found a good position, shifting her enormous shoulders and her thick neck until it was … well … not exactly comfortable, but workable. Then she reached for the steel rod and rolled it until she had it in a good position.

“Alright.” She spat into her hands and grabbed the rod. Then she tensed her thick muscles and started bending it. Not having an anchor point to work on made this whole process incredibly difficult. Still supporting the large vehicle with just her neck and shoulders, she grunted and pulled to get the axle straight again.

She put her whole power into it, but the metal didn’t yield at first. She sighed.

“Man, this is super-annoying …”

She gave it another pull. Her thick arm muscles reacted instantly, swelling to obscene size, the thick veins that covered them jutting out, swollen with blood.

Becky grunted loudly, causing a few crows to fly up. She strained against the bar and then, at last, the metal ceded a bit and started to shift its shape. Instantly, the musclegirl shot a nervous look at the chassis of the car. The last thing she needed was to tear the axle from the vehicle. That would basically mean she’d have to carry the whole stupid thing all the way to town, and she really didn’t want to do that.

The metal groaned as she intensified the pressure. Becky gritted her teeth and adjusted her strength until it finally gave in. With great care, she straightened the axle until it looked okay, and then spat.

“Yuck. Oof. I hope this will stick for a bit.”

She got out from under the car and then slowly lowered it down on the road again, careful not to make that stupid piece of steel bend again.

Then she stretched and rolled her enormous shoulders. She groaned when she realized her clothes had gotten all muddy and oily and went to wipe her hands on some towel.

She really needed to catch a break once in a while …

 

“Hi Becky! What happened? You were gone forever!”

The young woman climbed out of the car and sighed.

“Frank, it’s been hell. Seriously, I don’t know how it all could go that badly. The stupid car broke down and it took forever to fix it …”

Frank was a big man, way taller than Becky, but somehow slimmer than her. Sure, he was built like a bull, but this woman just looked as if she had been carved out of a block of steel. He walked over to her and said:

“How about you just come in, I’ve got the dinner ready, and after this, I’ll give you a nice long massage …”

She gave him a warm smile.

“I could use both.”

“That’s my girl.”

He gently hugged her, pushing his heavy, muscular body against the hard insanity that was her physique. Every time he did this, he felt like a little boy despite towering over her. He directed her inside the farmhouse, and had her sit down at the table, then brought dinner. Moments later, they were eating in silence, Becky stuffing her face like a combine harvester. Once she was sated, she leaned back, patted her muscular belly and sighed:

“Wow, Frank, that was excellent … I really needed that!”

“Sometimes, you just need a good warm dinner.”

The big man finished cleaning out his own plate and then said:

“Okay, I’ll just put that away, and you can get on the bed. Then it’s time to loosen up those big muscles a bit.”

She grinned:

“Thanks, Frank. You’re the best.”

The burly farmhand got busy with the dishes. As he worked in the kitchen, Becky slipped out of her clothes and finally got under the shower. Getting the sweat and dirt of the day off her hard skin was a godsend. She groaned as the warm water washed off the exhaustion, then she took a big brush and scrubbed the masses of muscle that formed her back. Despite trying to maintain her flexibility, there was no physical way for her to reach the middle of her back.

Then, as her skin was warm and red, she got out of the shower and started rubbing herself.

“Mmmh … What a day …”

She looked at her freckled face and couldn’t help seeing her tiredness. Frank was a great help and he did his best to look after her and keep her satisfied, but the big man was still too weak for her. Whenever they fucked, she had to be really careful. Even more intense caresses could bruise his skin, so she had to constantly be careful. The last thing she wanted was to hurt the big guy. He was way too nice for that …

 

She emerged into the living room, having thrown her big towel over her gigantic shoulders. Frank was just wrapping up the cleaning. She climbed on the bed and the big man said:

“I’ll just have a quick shower, then I’m all yours!”

She nodded and waited for him, resting on her huge muscles. As she heard him wash himself, she started to play with her clitoris.

“Mmmh … Frank … be quick or I’m starting without you …”

The man returned as fast as he could and chuckled when he saw her. Her enormous back was forming a kind of jagged cliff of muscle on the bed, the deep crevices carved into it giving her a superhuman, barely parsable shape. Her rounded, rock-hard butt was standing high next to it, each cheek a carved masterpiece, and her hamstrings followed up on it, just as amazingly thick and ripped. Becky lifted a leg and tightened her calf, causing the twin blocks of muscle to harden into a diamond shape.

“Sooo …”

“Damn, girl, you’re mighty fine …”

“I kinda know. Your cock is a clear signal.”

He chuckled and asked:

“You ready?”

“Sure, big man!”

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The Delinquent Mother
Carlotta is a huge brutal wrestler, and she is sent to jail for her crimes. Her son, a timid weakling is forced to live with her on her release. She introduces him to a life of violence, wrestling and domination! This work of erotic fiction contains female muscle, big breasts, lactation, wrestling, motherly domination and incest. All characters are over 18 years old.

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The preview:

“The defendant will rise.”

Carlotta Maldonado got up slowly, grinning at the judge. She was wearing a clean blouse and a pair of charcoal pants, as well as an ill-fitting blazer her mother had acquired at the last moment. The public defender stood next to her. The poor man looked exhausted. He had worked with plenty of horrible people in his day, but this woman had taken the cake. Also, she had threatened him several times during the proceedings. Every attempt to make her see reason and maybe consider a plea bargain were met with laughter and ridicule.

The judge was already going through the various charges, and Carlotta was getting convicted on each and everyone. The list was astonishingly long. Even though he had worked on this case for quite some time, he was still impressed by the amount of shit the woman had done. It was shocking.

When he had been assigned the case, the defender had thought himself lucky at first. This woman was hot. Tall, at least six feet, very fit, dark skin, busty … Just his type. She was a stripper too …

Well, no.

It turned out that this crazy bitch had managed to get knocked up by the strip club’s accountant after forcing herself on him. She had fed him some Viagra and then ridden him until his cock was a pulped, sore clump of flesh. When the guy had protested, she had beaten him up to an inch of his life. The public defender tried to pass of his injuries as attempts to protect herself from his aggression, but everybody in the room could tell that this was ridiculous. That woman was a beast and deserved to get behind bars.

Rick Cavanaugh was sitting behind the prosecutor’s bench and kept glancing nervously at her. His blond hair was still growing back in the places where the surgeon had to shave him to operate. The guy’s face was still pretty cut up months after the fact, and his hearing hadn’t returned either. Also, he missed an ear. Missed. It had been, as the prosecutor had put it, “ripped off and tossed out of the window”.

At last, the judge was finished and pronounced the sentence. Twenty years. Damages to be paid accordingly. Carlotta took the verdict with a shrug. The officer of the court cuffed her again and guided her to the door to be brought to the prison. As she walked down the aisle, an older woman got up. She had a baby carriage with her.

“Carlotta! Please … Please try to behave. Please get released quickly! Juan will need you.”

The tall woman grinned.

“I really doubt that, Mom. You can keep him. I’m not interested in the little shitter.”

“You can’t say that! He’s such a lovely, calm boy already!”

“Yeah. You can see he doesn’t share anything with me.”

The officer of the court harrumphed:

“Walk!”

“You see, Mom, I’m busy.”

“Please! Carlotta! Please, think of your son!”

The woman snorted and disappeared around the corner, the officer pushing her along.

Her mother stayed with the carriage, shocked by what had happened.

 

“Twelve … thirteen … fourteen … fifteen … and one more for good measure … sixteen!”

Carlotta grunted and racked the bar again. She sat up and admired the thickness of the veins on her pumped arms. She had just finished her third set on the bench and she couldn’t help loving how her body had changed over the last decade and a half. She had always been athletic, but ever since she had time to work out every single day, her muscles had absolutely ballooned. She had transformed from a fit young woman into a massive amazon, and she loved the power and confidence that came with it.

She wiped the sweat of her broad chest and bounced her pecs, letting her large, round breasts jump. Getting some saline smuggled in here had been a bit difficult, but pumping up her teats some more was totally worth it. The massive size of her bosom fit her broad, powerful frame so well!

She got up and pulled her wifebeater down a bit after it had slipped up, revealing her carved abs. She untied her high ponytail and let her long black hair flow down her broad back.

During her jailtime, she had turned into a bad bitch, and she loved it. She tightened her big, hard biceps some more. The strip of skulls that she had tattooed over its thickest part stretched. On the other arm, Isabella had drawn a band of roses and dancing skeletons, while her forearms were decorated with a rosary on the right side and two crossed scythes on the other.

She toweled off her big chest and her face, then tied up her hair again. Then she tossed it to her servant girl and the new convict got busy cleaning the bench and disposing of the weights.

Time to hit the showers.

She undressed, admiring her sculpted, powerful physique in the mirror. As one of the bosses of the Hijas de la Santa Muerte, she had acquired certain privileges in prison. Fucking the prison guards to enforce her domination was one of the causes. She turned around, flexing her massive muscles in turn. Peeking over her shoulders, she got a good view of the big icon of the Sainted Death that Isabella had inked on her back. The skeletal virgin was surrounded by her lovers and servants, standing amidst a field of roses.

As she flexed her back muscles, the tattoo seemed to come to life, the skeletal woman striding powerfully through the picture, all those people showing their submission.

Carlotta grinned and stepped into the shower. The warm water flowed down her heavy, muscled body, loosening her coiled muscles.

Not long now. She just had a few more days, then she would be released. She wondered what the world was like now. Sure, she had her phone, and she did her best to keep up with current news, but life in prison was thoroughly regulated and at some level, she was a bit afraid of whether she would be able to deal with the changes.

Then again, with muscles like her and her ruthless demeanor, she was pretty certain she would find something to earn her fair share of money. If nothing else, she could count on the help of the Hijas.

She grinned, then got back out of the shower, her strong hands casually rubbing her thick clitoris. She toweled her heavy body off and got dressed in her prison clothes.

Wearing a normal outfit would be nice again too …

Carlotta chuckled. She couldn’t wait to go shopping again. Although she seriously wondered what kind of shops would cater to someone with her physique. Well, now it was time to eat. Later on, her servant girl would lick her clit. That was something to look forward to.

 

The prison gate opened and Carlotta walked out. Her shirt looked as if it had been plastered over her muscles. The sleeves were already torn by the mass of her shoulders. Her pants looked shockingly tight too. She looked around. No welcoming committee?

Then she saw the tiny car.

“Oh no.”

The door opened, and her mother stepped out. She looked ancient now, though she was in her early sixties at best. She stared at her daughter with a look of disgust.

Carlotta walked towards her. The small woman looked up to her.

“So that’s what you’ve become …”

“Nice to see you too, Mom. Thank you for visiting so many times.”

“I was busy with your son.”

“Sure, sure. But don’t worry, I was fine. You see?”

She tensed her arm, making her tattooed biceps harden.

“You look like a criminal.”

“I am a criminal.”

“That’s bad.”

“You think so? I don’t see the problem.”

“That’s the issue with you. Always was. You don’t even look at something long enough to see the issue.”

Carlotta sighed:

“Okay, Mother. Tell me what the issue is.”

“Your son. Juan.”

“What’s with him? Did he follow into my footsteps? Did you fail another child?”

“I did not fail you.”

Carlotta looked back at the prison.

“You sure about that, Mother?” Then she laughed: “Relax, I’m messing with you. So, what’s the problem with the boy? Is he a little shit? Doesn’t he respect you?”

“You will see. I don’t have the energy anymore. He’s yours, you should take care of him.”

“Can’t he take care of himself now? He should be an adult already, no?”

“You’ll see.”

With these words, the old woman returned to her car. Carlotta followed her, but to her surprise, her mother just drove off without taking her along. The musclewoman stared at the disappearing car. She couldn’t believe what just happened.

“Holy shit! What was that?”

She was too stunned to get angry about this.

 

Two weeks later, Carlotta had settled in. It had been surprisingly easy. Rick Cavanaugh had gone on to work as a higher-level accountant using the money Carlotta’s family had paid him, and the owner of the strip club was happy to hire her again, not as a dancer, though.

The tall, muscular brute of a woman found herself to be very happy as a bouncer and bodyguard for the girls. The owner admitted to himself, though, that she was intimidating to everybody, including him. On the other hand, that was probably a good sign …

It was time to open the place. Everything was ready, the music was running, the bar was open and the girls were dressed up. Shanie, one of the strippers, walked over to Carlotta on her high heels in her schoolgirl uniform.

“Say, Carlotta, you sure you don’t want to dance too? You’re already dressed for it!”

The brutal musclewoman grinned at the tiny girl with the dancer’s body and the silicone tits. She had these plump, duckish lips most of the girls sported, and she looked kinda cute like this. Carlotta was pretty sure those lips would feel amazingly on her clit. Also, her big, hard hands would give those tits a good grope, and she was sure she would enjoy that too.

It amused her that her own tits were way larger than that girl’s now. Lately, she had started pumping her nipples a bit just to get them to look more prominent, and who’d have thought! She started to lactate again. Truly, Carlotta was a freak of nature in every way.

She adjusted her Daisy Dukes and tied up her blouse under her bra-clad uber tits again, then looked at the stripper with a flash of lust.

“It’s a good look.”

She stepped closer to the girl in her cowboy boots and pulled her in, kissing the girl roughly and hungrily. Shanie gasped as the tall Latina made her lean back, her giant bosom pushing down against her own fake tits.

“Carlotta! Please … this … we … it’s …”

Shanie was overwhelmed by the sudden burst of power and sexuality of the bouncer, unable to protest, but also knowing that this was a bad thing right now.

Carlotta’s hand went between the girl’s legs and the stripper felt the massive woman’s gnarled skin against her underwear.

“Mmmh … Oh God …”

Things would have escalated massively if the owner hadn’t stopped her. With a smirk, the horny musclewoman walked to the door and unlocked it. Soon enough the first patrons came in, while Shanie returned backstage with a massive blush on her face.

 

As she stood there vetting the various guests with a quick look and making sure no drunkards or slobs got in, Carlotta suddenly spotted a little man who definitely looked a bit lost in this place. Also, he was carrying a backpack and a sling bag, and stared at her nervously.

He reached the entrance and looked up at her. She was huge. She was intimidating. She was his mother.

He opened his mouth, then shut it again. He tried again, then failed. She looked at him expectantly.

“What are you up to, little man? Gonna try and camp in paradise?”

His soft, friendly voice answered:

“Camp? What do you mean?”

“What’s with the bags? This is a strip club, not a bed and breakfast.”

“Oh! Oh, no. No. I’m … My name’s Juan and …”

Carlotta was starting to get annoyed, as were the other patrons waiting to go in. One of them shouted:

“Fuck off, you pussy. There’s some people who want to see dancing girls, not your stupid backpack!”

Carlotta glared at the man, making him shut up. He looked a bit pale all of a sudden. Then she turned to the little man.

“So?”

Despite trying to look a bit friendlier out of curiosity, the enormous woman still looked incredibly threatening, and the little man shrank even further.

“I’m … I’m … I’m …” He was on the verge of tears.

Carlotta was really starting to wonder what this was supposed to do.

“You’re?”

“I’m …” The little man was starting to shiver.

Without thinking, Carlotta grabbed him, hoisting him up in one movement with all his bags, and mashing him against her enormous breasts and mighty muscles. The other men in the line stared at this. She held him tight and asked calmly:

“You are?”

“I’m your son … Your mother, my grandmother, she brought me here and said I should talk to you … And stay with you …”

Carlotta was surprised by this. Her mother had actually done what she said! The huge woman breathed in sharply. Her gigantic chest squished the little man against her powerful arms, forcing the air out of his lungs. He coughed helplessly.

“Please … Mom … Please …”

“Mom? Juan, don’t call me ‘Mom’. ‘Mother’ is okay, if you have to …”

“Okay, okay! Mother, please …”

One of the men in line asked:

“While you’re having your reunion, could we get in?”

Carlotta held the weak young man with just one hand, mushing him hard against her tits, and said:

“You’re not a long-lost relative, are you?”

“No, Ma’am, I’m just a horndog.”

“Okay. That’s better. Get in. Don’t make a mess.”

The guy chuckled:

“I can’t guarantee that …”

She glared at him. The color faded from his face.

“I guarantee that!”

His voice suddenly sounded high-pitched. He headed inside.

Carlotta turned to her son:

“Okay, Juan, get in. Tell one of the girls to get your stuff backstage, then wait until my shift here is done.”

“Alright, Mother!”

“Well, what are you waiting for?”

“I … My feet can’t touch the ground.”

“Ah. Okay.” She dropped him. “Get going!”

As he ran inside, she slapped his little backside.

The customers stared at this vulgar display of power. Fuck, this woman was terrifying, but … she was also arousing.

 

Juan slipped inside and was picked up by Lane, a very hourglassy stripper that led him to the backstage area after a quick exchange with Carlotta. The little man was all blushes. All those sexy women, the whole situation, the intensity of it all … He was struggling to contain his erection. As she walked, Lane asked:

“Sooo … what’s your relation with Carlotta?”

“She’s … um … my mother?”

“Seriously? Wow. Well, you certainly take after your father.”

“I do?”

“Totally. Not in a bad way, I guess. A man like your mom would be terrifying …”

Quietly, he said:

“She is a bit terrifying …”

Lane chuckled:

“She is. The first time I saw her, I almost shit my pants. Happily, I wasn’t wearing any. But as long as you’re on her good side, she’s great.”

She turned to him and looked him deep in the eyes with a very, very serious expression.

“Always stay on her good side, understood?”

Juan nodded in a panic.

 

During the evening, Carlotta had to deal with some interruptions, including a tall, buff guy who thought he could threaten her. Juan watched in shock as she let him come closer and attack her. Despite only meeting his mother a few hours ago, he worried about her. The big man went in and tried to punch her, but her upper body whipped aside with astonishing speed and she answered with a lightning-fast series of punches, followed by a brutal grip and an arm-lock. The big man howled in pain as she twisted his arm in the worst way, then slammed him into the wall with brutal efficiency. It took a mere few moments and the man was stunned. Without hesitation, she moved the man outside.

Nervously, Juan followed her, his hand on his phone to call for help.

Carlotta pushed the man into the alley and proceeded to beat the man down without mercy. As the kicks and punches rained down on him, the big man was crying in pain and humiliation. A well-aimed slam of her boot into his face dislodged some of his teeth and splattered a spray of blood on the leather.

At last, the brutish woman was satisfied. Without another word, she turned around and let the whimpering man lie in his bodily fluids.

As she passed the shocked Juan, she cocked an eyebrow, clearly surprised by his presence and reaction. Then she got back on her post.

 

Much later, the club closed down. Juan was exhausted somehow, despite not having done much. Still, he was happy that very intense day was over.

As his mother packed up, he asked:

“Can I come with you?”

The musclewoman chuckled:

“Of course, boy. Get your bags!”

He complied and arrived with them at the front of the club. Carlotta walked over to a huge motorcycle. She straddled it in one brisk movement and said:

“Get on.”

Nervously, he did his best, struggling to lift his legs far enough to climb it. The backpack was making him stumble. She watched this show for a few moments, then she got off the bike again and half-pulled, half-lifted the little man on the saddle.

“Damn, you’re so light! Didn’t my bitch of a mother feed you?”

He didn’t know what to say and blushed at the language. Carlotta didn’t care much about an answer, gunned the engine, and drove off in a roar and thunder.

 

In the dark of the night, they arrived at some trailer park. The huge woman climbed off her bike and directed him to one of the mobile homes. Juan pretty shocked. The place was absurdly filthy, with cans of beer and protein containers littered everywhere, there were dirty clothes all over the place, and the whole home was smelling of sweat and sex.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Carlotta pulled off her shirt, revealing her massive tits, then proceeded to strip out of the rest of her clothes. In the twilight of the single bulb, Juan could see that the woman that had born him was hugely muscular and covered in tattoos and that her body was marked with more than her share of scars.

She looked absolutely brutish, her power undeniable. She laughed as she saw his bulging eyes, then laughed even louder as he blushed and looked away.

“You like what you see, little man.”

It wasn’t a question. It was a statement of fact. Juan swallowed, unable to answer. Instead, he asked:

“Um … Mother … Where can I sleep?”

She shrugged her mighty shoulders:

“Anywhere you want.”

She stepped over to the bed, pulled a milk pump from the nightstand, and strapped it to her giant teats. The young man was surprised by this and asked:

“What … what are you doing?”

The amazon laughed:

“Can’t you see it?”

“You’re … milking yourself?”

“That’s one way of putting it, little boy, though I am not a cow.” She gave him an amused grin as the machine caused her nipples to swell up and soon produce the first few droplets of milk.

“But why?”

“Because after a while, it hurts. Stupid question!”

“That’s not what I meant. Why are you lactating?”

“I never stopped. Never wanted to, never cared to see a doctor about it. Besides, it’s a good way to control my weight, and I sell the milk on the side.” Then she smirked: “Also, it keeps my tits nice and plump.”

The little man turned very, very red. She broke into a howling laugh that made him jump.

“I’m sorry I asked, Mom!”

“It’s ‘Mother’, you twerp!”

She leaned over from the bed and picked a sandal from the floor, then threatened to throw it at him.

“Sorry! Sorry! Mother! It’s Mother!”

“Yes, it is.”

She leaned against her pillow as the machine sucked on her nipples. Again, Juan asked:

“I still don’t know where I should sleep?”

He really was dead tired. After a long day and a long night, he was exhausted, barely able to keep his eyes open unless he was being threatened with violence again.

The huge woman shrugged her broad shoulders:

“Anywhere you want.”

He looked around the dimly-lit vehicle and found that there was no space at all for him. The only spot that could serve as a bed except for hers was a small bench that went with an equally small table. Not only was it tiny, it was also full of … stuff. Juan was happy to not be able to see what strange things lay on it. He was sure some of them just moved on their own.

“I … I don’t know …”

In that moment, he just wanted to go home. Home to his grandmother’s place. Where things were nice and cozy and clean and … not like this. He stumbled about in the dark room and tried to find a spot to rest, but it was pointless. Juan moved a few pieces of junk, but that only made things worse, setting off little avalanches of trash. He definitely had to take care of this at some point if he really had to live here from now on.

As he struggled, he seriously considered running away. Anything was probably better than this …

Then he heard his mother’s voice:

“Okay, boy, come here. You can sleep on the bed.”

Somehow, a spark of hope appeared on his mind:

“I can? Thank you!”

He sounded relieved. Then he asked:

“But where will you sleep?”

The musclewoman stared at him in confusion.

“In the bed?”

“What, with me?”

“Yeah? What did you think? Did you really think I would sleep somewhere else? Where would that be?”

She removed the breast pump, examined the milk, and put it in the fridge next to several other bottles, then she cleaned the machine and threw herself on the bed. Reluctantly, Juan approached the mattress.

“What are you waiting for? Do you need an invitation?”

“No, Mother, I just … I don’t …”

“Shut up. It’s early in the morning, I need my beauty sleep. If you don’t get on this bed right now, you can sleep elsewhere.”

“But …”

“Right now.”

He sat on the mattress. The big woman stared at him.

“Aren’t you going to undress?”

She casually started scratching her hairy pussy. He desperately looked away. Then, blushing deeply, he removed his pants. She watched as his pearly white little butt came into view and licked her lips.

“You don’t get out often, do you?”

She was very tanned all over. There were no tan lines at all.

“I … I like to study and read.”

“Oooh … You’re a nerd. Just like your father.”

“My father! You … tell me about him!”

“No. Now undress and get on the fucking bed, Juan. I’m tired.”

Reluctantly, he did as he was told, feeling helpless and exposed next to this giantess. He tried to hide in the shadows as he switched to his pajamas. As he emerged back into the dim light, his mother chuckled:

“Wow … You look … I don’t know … Seriously, I have no words …”

He got on the mattress and laid down as far away as possible from the big woman. She laughed again:

“Come on, I won’t bite … hard.”

Carlotta found this hilarious. As he tried to stay away, she shrugged.

“Okay, have it your way.”

Soon enough, she fell asleep. This made the night quite difficult for Juan. Once she lost consciousness, the musclewoman started rolling around on the mattress, putting her arms and legs everywhere, lying on her face, then on her back, all the while snoring loudly, grumbling in her sleep, and spreading all over the bed, making sleep very difficult for him. Every time he managed to doze off, she would cause some kind of ruckus and wake him up again.

It took forever for him to finally fall asleep.

 

Juan awoke much later, curled into a corner of the bed, shivering. As he regained consciousness, he heard some bangs and clanks outside. Sleepy, he looked around and found that his mother had disappeared. In the first moment, he was worried, then he was relieved. At last, he was curious.

He got up, stepping into his mother’s slippers. His feet looked tiny on the plastic soles. Walking through the trash, he reached the door and opened it. Bright sunlight hit him hard, causing him to blink.

He looked around and saw his mother, naked, doing bench presses in the yard of her lot. The clanks came from when she racked the bar in between sets.

Juan stepped outside quickly.

“Mother, what are you doing? Why are you naked?”

He was shocked by this display. His mother started the next set. As she pumped, she said:

“Great, you’re awake. You can spot me for the next set.”

“The what? Mom, you’re naked! In public!”

She glared at him:

“What did I say about moms?”

“I’m sorry, Mother! I … I didn’t … Why are you naked?”

She still didn’t answer the question. Juan was getting redder and redder as she pumped the bar up and down, getting very sweaty in the process.

“Mother, please, can’t you cover up? What if someone sees you?”

She just continued, when suddenly, another woman walked up to the lot. She was incredibly heavyset, her shoulders almost as broad as Carlotta’s, though her muscles were nowhere as defined as hers. The woman was wearing some leggings and a sports bra, and her massive belly was spilling out, though it seemed to be supported by some very strong muscles because it barely even drooped.

“Hi Carlotta!”

The woman watched her pump for a bit, not showing any restraint in her ogling. Then, at last, she noticed Juan.

“Who’s the puny guy?”

Carlotta finished her set and sat up:

“That’s Juan. Apparently, he’s my son.”

“You sure about that? He looks … tiny.”

“Yeah, I don’t know either. I always imagined my kids to be big and strong like me, but … My mother says he’s mine.”

“I didn’t even know you had a mother …”

“I didn’t choose to have one.” Then she turned to Juan: “Alright, boy, time to spot for me.”

The little man walked up to her hesitatingly and asked:

“Um … but how? This is all so heavy … I don’t think I could hold it up if anything went wrong!”

“You just need to give me a bit of a breather, that’s all.” Suddenly, she smiled: “It’s nice of you to care, though.”

“I’m … I’m doing my best.”

She chuckled.

“I guess you are.”

There was a faint bit of mockery in her tone, but not that much.

 

The other woman, whose name was Fran, joined in too, and the two muscle ladies were pumping hard for over an hour. They went through a dozen different exercises and Juan just stared at the power they showed off.

By the time they were done, they were both glistening with sweat and Juan was struggling to conceal his arousal. It was incredibly embarrassing to be turned on by this! One was his mother, and the other one was … rather shapeless. And still, the little man was horny.

It was so absurd. Up until now, he had always thought that he was normal and was into fit, slim women with big breasts and nice round buttocks, preferably young as well … He had jerked off to quite a few of them on the internet, and it had been nice.

Seeing these she-behemoths made him way hotter, though.

He wondered whether something was wrong with him. Had he gone crazy? Was he actually a pervert? What was going on in his mind? Did he get hit on the head at some point? Did he eat something wrong? This was … absurd, wasn’t it?

And yet, here he was.

He had assisted them with their training, had been all close to their heavy, hot, sweaty bodies, had watched them move ridiculous amounts of weight … He had seen them stretch and move their muscles, had seen them flex in front of the mirror Carlotta had set up against the trailer, and he had felt the tension and hotness between them.

By the time the two women walked away to shower, he was so absurdly horny he had to hide in the tiny bathroom in the dirty trailer. He would have managed to rub one out, but the place was just too filthy!

Sighing, unable to deal with his horniness, he started cleaning up. He stumbled through the mess and got to work.

[El_Roy_1999]

This one might not be seasonal, but if you want a story about cyborgs, death and revenge as well as hard displays of power, you’ll enjoy this one!

The Cleaner
A young woman’s hopes are extinguished when her parents are killed in a drug fight. Faced with despair, anger and a thirst for revenge, she enters a Faustian pact with Saul Harwood of Armatech, a cybernetics wizard with the power to turn her into a living weapon. She will go and destroy those that ruined her life, even if it costs her her own being!

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

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Why isn’t anybody doing anything against this? Isn’t there anybody left who cares about justice?”

The video was flashing on thousands of AR visors, blinking on myriads of cyber-eyes, projected on all kinds of screen all over the world. She was a person people knew. A rather popular star on the holo circuit, known to be grounded and charming, cutegirl_love, was famous. 

And she was furious. 

She had built up a following posting videos about cooking and lifestyle, about finding beauty in bad places and about self-care. 

Her series of videos about a field of dandelions slowly growing out of a field of broken concrete had become a viral hit, allowing many people to feel something akin to hope in a world that seemed to fall apart. There were a few other influencers like her, such as Jenuine, GentleXSoul or BoyHarmony.

cutegirl_love, her real name Julia, had enough of this. Enough of hope. Now, she wanted revenge. The news had spread like wildfire. Over the last decade, the city had fallen into the hands of two rival gangs, the Kings and the Dead. Recently, a shortage of shard, the most popular drug in town, had caused their fights to escalate, and now, they were killing each other indiscriminately. More and more innocent people ended up between the warring factions, as more and more lesser gangs joined in. 

Newford was engulfed in war, and none of the various private security services seemed able to handle this, while what remained of the police after the umpteenth round of privatization preferred to just guard the main transport routes of the businesses. 

In all this chaos, Julia’s parents had been caught in the crossfire. They ran a small infirmary. Even after her mother was wounded by one of her patients and fell sick, they continued. The couple soldiered on, saving lives, doing everything to help. Her mother’s health was failing, but she still insisted on working day and night. In the end, she was only able to treat people sitting down, her legs too weak to support her. 

Then one day, they were treating members of the Kings and the Dead that had been wounded in a shootout at one of their places, when the whole infirmary had been bombed. Julia had only survived because she was out recording AR content for her channel. 

As she came back to the devastated home, she found her mother still alive under the debris. She was barely breathing, but still tried to put on a brave face. Then, as Julia held her hand and kissed her, she died. 

Julia let out a primal scream of total despair. After two days of absolute silence, without a moment of sleep, she had produced the lines above, and sent them out. 

Now, they were viral. 

 

The reaction didn’t wait. One of the Kings’ supporters recorded a reaction video superimposed to a record of “Cry Little Girl” by BluntFucker, while the Dead pushed a series of AI-generated movies that were happily blocked on most online platforms for violating nearly every aspect of the terms of service. 

Julia was sitting at home in deep despair. There was no help. There was nothing she could do, couldn’t she? 

She stared at the screen of her phone. Maybe she should just fill her mind with AR shows, or blow it away with drugs. There were plenty of ways to just numb your mind … 

A message came in. 

ArmaTech Enterprises. She had never heard of this company. She opened it, and a man with a stoic expression and a military buzzcut appeared. 

“Hello, cutegirl_love. This is Saul Harwood of ArmaTech. Our company is a startup specializing in military-grade cyberware, and we have an offer for you.”

“What do you mean? I just make cute videos on the net!”

“We have seen your last video, and we think we can help you.”

“Wait, you have someone on hand who could clean up this mess?”

“Not exactly, but we could give you the tools to do so.”

“To me? But … I don’t know anything about fighting! And I don’t want to hurt people?”

“Are you sure about that? Our psychological profile suggests that you do. And not knowing how to fight … That’s exactly our line of business.”

“What are you talking about?”

“ArmaTech will provide you with the cyberware and skilltech to exact your revenge and bring justice.” “What? But … why?”

“Oh, we think that you might be the perfect use case for our tech, and we think we’ll be providing this city with a valuable service. Plus, having you on board should help our social media presence and profile.”

“Wow. That sounds completely insane.”

“You know how it is. It only sounds insane as long as nobody tried it. It’s just another case of disruption! And think of it: No one is going to move this fast and break this many things as you!”

“Okay … you know what, I’m going to think about this? And I’ll call you back.”

“My lines are open. Think about it and give me a call.”

She nodded to the screen. 

“Alright. Uh … Bye?”

“See you.”

She hung up. 

 

Julia looked at her reflection in the screen. That was completely crazy, wasn’t it? She couldn’t accept something like that, right? It was just too much. Her? Avenge her family like that? No. Never. She wasn’t a killer, was she? She would never agree to this. It was … Was this even legal?

She shook her head and sat back down. 

After a while, she started scrolling again, and she was horrified. Maybe it was the reaction of the algorithm to her emotional situation, maybe it was just an accident, but over the next few hours, her feed was flooded with horrors and depressive shit. 

Julia barely managed to tear her eyes away from this. There were occasional points of light that made her breathe out a sigh of relief, but the reaction videos to her own showed up again and again, and she realized that she wasn’t alone. There were so many of them! They agreed with her. They were holding out for someone to fix this, and there was nobody who was willing to do something. 

Maybe … 

Maybe … 

She would have to sleep on this, but … it was starting to feel rational. 

She sighed. Maybe a bit of meditation would clear her mind. She turned on her app for that and tried to relax. Tomorrow was another day. 

 

She had a terrible night. Every time she managed to finally fall asleep, the visions of her family’s death would return. She tried to wake up desperately, struggling to break out of this, but when she finally managed it, she would lie awake for an hour or longer, before drifting back into sleep, and returning to her terrors. 

In her despair, she got up and went for a walk. Usually, people that looked broken and kept to themselves would be left alone. She just put on her big coat and hood and took her personal protection weapon with her. It was a simple automatic-aim gun that would just fire a stun bolt at a target and take them out for a moment. Time enough to flee. 

She walked through the permanent twilight of the city’s light-dome, the fog of industry wallowing in the streets. Everything was bathed in yellow, with dashes of neon cutting through the mist. The air was rather cool, though she was hit by blasts of warmth whenever she passed one of the ventilation shafts that burst out of the ground or the buildings at random. 

Pools of rainbow-colored liquid clustered on the floor and the sound of traffic and inexplicable bangs and bumps filled the air. Occasionally, a siren would burst through it, then a scream, then more shouts. 

The air wasn’t good to breathe, but at least, tonight, she didn’t need a mask. It helped her clear up her mind. She walked on, hoping that she would get tired enough to finally sleep without returning to her nightmare. 

Suddenly, she heard a scream close to her. A woman stumbled into the street from an alley. She was clearly on some kind of drug, probably a cocktail of shard and others, cut with the worst trash imaginable. Having grown up at the infirmary, she knew the symptoms. 

A moment later, a massive cyborg shot out after her, his heavy, over-enhanced body careening into the street. The man was going to catch her and then, who knows what would happen … 

Without thinking, Julia’s hand went to her gun and she pulled it on the huge man. 

“Stop!”

The cyborg did just that, though more out of surprise than out of any kind of respect. He grinned at her while the woman tried to scramble away. The man’s cybernetics were painted in the Kings’ colors, and his headware repeated the crown motif. 

His cyber-eyes flashed for a moment and he recognized her: 

“If it isn’t cutegirl_love … Still crying, little girl? Or did your tears dry?”

Instead of an answer, she pointed the gun at him and pulled the trigger. The automatic guidance system activated and sent out a swarm of bullets that struck the man in the face. One managed to hit the huge cyborg’s eye, blowing it out. 

With a thunderous scream, the massive man clawed at his face. Julia stood there, transfixed. Without thinking, she fired again. 

And again. 

And again. 

Eventually, the gun only clicked. 

The cyborg slowly turned towards her. Its face was pockmarked with hits, the bullets embedded in his synthetic skin. Little sparks shot out of his eye-socket. The man laughed drily. 

“You just made a big mistake.”

Julia stared at him, gritting her teeth. She was going to die now, wasn’t she?

At least, it would be over. She prepared for the blow. The monstrous humanoid pulled back his cybernetic fist, pistons charging. 

Just as he was about to crush her, there was a loud bang and a missile shot by her. The object struck the man in the face, right into the socket. There was a crack, and something broke. 

Then he fell over. 

Dead. 

 

Julia stood there, breathing deeply. What just happened? Why wasn’t she dead?

She heard Saul Harwood’s voice. 

“Sorry for interrupting you, but I thought you might need a hand.”

She turned around and saw him standing there in fatigues, a winning smile on his face. 

“You started already? That’s the kind of motivation I love! Just … next time, maybe don’t use such a small caliber. We’ll have you fixed up in no time.”

“I … He’s dead, isn’t he?”

Saul nodded: 

“Dead as a doornail. Well done.” He was all smiles. “So … did you make up your mind?”

She hesitated for a moment. Then she looked at the metal monstrosity that lay in the fog. Those things had to be stopped … 

She nodded: 

“I’m in. I can’t let things continue like that.”

“Wonderful. Then we’ll help you do something against it.”

“Yes.”

A VTOL landed close-by: 

“You’ll see. By the time you’re ready, you’re going to feel incredible!”

 

Soon after, Julia stepped out of the VTOL at ArmaTech’s headquarters. The place had this garage feeling. There were plenty of young people busy with all kinds of tech, looking all punk and energetic. Her brainware informed her of the thousands of datastreams flowing through the place, with all kinds of information in the air. As she passed the workspaces, people looked at her, smiled, waved, one of the men got up and asked for an autograph. She gladly gave it to him. 

Then, Saul held the office door for her. 

“Let’s talk to our lead engineer. I’m sure she has a few things she can show you …”

Julia nodded and followed him inside. 

She entered the large, clean section of the building. People were sitting at computers, while she could see engineers assembling pieces at workbenches behind soundproof windows. One of the people wearing a lab coat turned to her. It was a tall woman her legs modified to be sprinting blades and her face looking quite … streamlined. She had long, insectoid cyber-arms and had just finished talking to one of the coders. With a bouncy step that pushed out her incredibly shaped calves, she walked up to

Julia: 

“Hello! I’m Shrike H. You must be Julia?”

The young woman gave her a courteous bow. 

“I’m happy to be here.”

“Saul can be a real charmer, can’t he?”

The big man looked away for a moment. Julia wasn’t sure of how to answer. 

“Well …”

Shrike H just laughed. It was a strange, synthetic sound. 

“Don’t worry. I’m not that good with human signals. Anyway. Should I show you the concept?”

cutegirl_love nodded. The tall cyborg woman handed her a lab coat and a breathing mask and directed her inside the workshop. 

“It’s just a precaution. The engineers all have filter systems, but we want to make sure everything stays clean until needed.”

“Of course …”

“Anyway, here it is.”

Julia looked at a setup that seemed rather worrying. There was a humanoid framework, and the engineers had added a whole array of enhancements to it. The shape’s muscles had been replaced by grafted synthetic systems, the bones had been wrapped into special carbon-alloy casing, there were subdermal shock absorbers and armor plates, synthetic skin and hexagonal ERA pads. She saw casing for internal organs, a backup system for lungs and heart, and a whole battery of hormonal boosters and a self-repair system. 

Shrike H walked around the frame: 

“The sensor suite involves custom eye ware with full spectrum awareness, radar sense, auditory enhancement, a sense of smell that would make a bloodhound doubt his career choices, and all that connected to a high-speed processing system that handles all that extra input.”

“Okay … That’s pretty extreme.”

“Yes! Of course! That’s the joy of it! This system basically turns you into a walking tank. At a much reduced weight. But that’s really just the body ware. The cool stuff is the skill system and the mind ware.”

“What do you mean?”

“The systems are good, but in the end, they’re just regular weapon systems. You won’t be able to purchase them off the shelf, but you could get them if you join the military and stay for a while. This is all excellent, but nothing crazy. The cool stuff is this.”

She pointed at one of the screens. 

“This is RAGE: Reactive Adaptation Generation Equipment. It’s an AI that’s been trained on fifty years of combat experience at all levels, from street fights to military engagements. Any fight in the last half century that’s been recorded has been analyzed and integrated in the system’s models. Basically, nothing can surprise you when you’re running this.”

“So it fights for me?”

“Not quite. That would be normal skill software. Those can either be hacked, or they just settle into patterns. If you’re fighting someone with a HoPLite system, you just have to focus on his righthand side, because the guy that software was trained on was a southpaw. If you’re getting shot at by a dude with a Hawk gunnery mod, you know he’ll always reload when he’s down to four shots. Because Vern Ericson, the guy it was coded from, used to do that. Guys with the Hawk have been doing this for …” She counted on her fingers. “Thirty years now?”

“Okay, I see how that’s a problem.”

“Yeah. It interfaces with your mind and constantly trains your reflexes at a low level. Basically, you’re subconsciously fighting all the time.”

“But isn’t that exhausting?”

“That was an issue in the beginning, but we managed to fix this. We adapted the system so it would address different parts of the subconscious at different times. This way, the mind can rest in between. It’s really impressive. I’ve been using this to train myself in languages for a while now, and it works really well. I can sound like country bumpkin in fifteen languages now.”

“Ah.”

“It was just a test. What I’m saying is that this suite should turn you into a perfect fighter in no time, and you should only get better as you fight. Those gangsters will never see it coming.”

Julia nodded. 

“Okay … I get it. But what about cyber psychosis? It’ll be a problem, won’t it?”

“Well, if you want an omelet, you have to break a few eggs. And you’ll get the best drugs available, plus therapy, if needed. And after all, you can get revenge and be rid of theses monsters. That would be worth paying a price, wouldn’t it?”

The young woman hesitated for a moment. She looked at the frame and at the data streams on the screens. This was it, wasn’t it? The wish come true. The weapon to destroy those that had hurt her and her family. The key to ridding the city of those monsters. 

She took a deep breath. Wasn’t this sacrifice worthwhile?

And besides, as far as she could tell, this weapon would be powerful enough to defeat them all. She would clean up the place, and then, she would go home. Set up a new life for herself and rest happily in the knowledge that she had done something to fix the situation. 

She looked at Shrike H and Saul. 

“I’m in. I want to destroy them.”

The big man nodded: 

“Very well. Then, let’s get you cybered up.”

 

Two hours later, Julia laid on the operating table, dozens of robot tendrils being prepared for the implantation process. A group of technicians, all suited up for surgery prepared in the background. Soft music was playing on the speakers. The anesthetist smiled at her behind his mask and said:  “Okay, here we go. We’re ready when you are.”

Julia nodded: 

“I’m ready.” “Good. See you …”

And she was gone. 

[El_Roy_1999]

A story about a mature big woman in the countryside being casually tough and powerful. Also, a lot of sex. Enjoy!

Big Mary
Roberta and her camera operator are reporting on deep rural areas. When their car breaks down in a small town, they find out that the locals have very strange customs, and at the center of it all is a massive musclewoman called Big Mary. She takes them in and introduces to the real country life!
This work of erotic fiction contains female muscle, a large clit and feats of strength. All characters are at least 18 years old.

Read it here:

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1650994

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Roberta Sinclair sighed. This place was the sticks. Seriously. She had some strange assignments as a reporter, but this one took the cake. This wasn’t even flyover country anymore. This was “you literally have to go out of your way to even get a glimpse of it in the distance”-town.

When she drove here with her camera guy to report on the strange rituals of the deeply rural areas and she hated her boss for it. What even was the point of this? Was it just an opportunity to make fun of the local yokels?

Sure, they had reported on some weird shit in other towns, including some very odd fertility rites and something that looked like straight out of some old-timey horror movie, but this place really took the cake.

Okay, it was rather quaint in its way, but still …

To make matters worse, her car developed some problems and they didn’t even make it all the way to the town. Barry, the camera operator, was trying to fix them. In the end, he said:

“I’m going to need some more equipment. I can’t do this like that. Could you look around and maybe find a hardware store or general store or something? I’ll need this.”

He handed her a scrawled list. Roberta went over it with him, nodded, and went on her way.

The walk down the hill was easy enough, but it was a warm late spring day, and she was sweating by the time she was in the town square.

She looked around and to her relief, she spotted a hardware store. Maybe this whole stupid thing would still end well.

Roberta stepped inside, her eyes taking a moment to adjust to the darkness. Oh God. A whole room full of good ol’ boys!

There was a group of six men in flannel shirts, tank tops or sweaty t-shirts hanging around by the counter. The man behind the counter was just listening to one of them talking about carburetors and how things were better back when a man could still fix his own car.

There were nods all around.

Then they noticed her. One of the men asked:

“Can we help you, ma’am?”

Roberta hesitated. Then she said:

“Yes! I’m looking for these things …”

She held up the list.

The man took it, and immediately, the whole group examined it, producing interested, albeit critical noises. Then one of them looked up.

“What are you trying to do with all that?”

“Well, my camera operator said he could use these things to fix our car.”

“Your camera operator? You work for the TV?”

“The TV? No, I work for StateFeed. We do documentaries and shows on real American life.”

“StateFeed? Sounds like the company that sells the stuff we give to the chickens.”

There were chuckles of agreement.

“If you’re guy is trying to fix a car with this, it’s not gonna work.”

“I don’t know anything about cars. If he says he needs it …”

“Yeah, but it’s dumb. You shouldn’t listen to a guy who totes a picture box around for a living.”

There was a sound as if someone was clearing his throat. The boys stopped.

“Boys, leave her alone with the bullshit.”

It was an old woman’s voice.

Then Roberta saw someone walk up from the back of the store. It was the strangest person she had ever seen. As far as the reporter could tell, she was an old woman, complete with a fluffy white head of hair, sunburnt skin and all the little lines a life of hard work outside would give you.

She was also really short, five feet at best.

But she was also incredibly massive and broad. The woman moved with a swing in her step, her arms swaying by her side as she walked, her hips cocked like a hot, sexy girl’s, and she was amazingly muscular. Roberta’s throat went dry. This woman’s body was so packed with muscle, even when she reported on bodybuilders, she hadn’t seen people like this. The woman’s arms looked as if they were thicker than Roberta’s waist, and there was no flab on them at all. She could literally see the fibers of her muscles shift as she moved.

It was astonishing.

Also, despite her age, the woman was wearing what amounted to a miniskirt, though Roberta could understand it with a body like that. Even she wouldn’t dare wear an outfit like that, though. Back before she started, she had posed for a few cheesecake-y photos, but this look … It was amazing.

The amount of confidence needed to wear it like that went beyond anything Roberta could ever muster.

To her surprise, her eyes stuck to the woman’s crotch. There was something in there. Something big and thick. Roberta wondered what that could be. A penis would be … well, unexpected? After all, this was a woman in every other way.

Speaking of which, her eyes went further up, and she saw the woman’s enormous, majestic bust. Each tit must have been bigger than her head. Way bigger. She had them lodged in a big red bra that poked over her blouse’s cleavage. She had tied up the garment under it to show off her equally massive muscle gut with its hard, ripped abs.

The man who had just fallen silent smiled stupidly at her and blushed. The woman walked up to the counter and set down several sacks of nails, screws and other metal wares. Then she turned to Roberta.

“The boys givin’ you a hard time, girl?”

“I think they were only trying to help.”

The guys answered immediately.

“Yeah!”

“We were only trying to help!”

“She’s a cutie, isn’t she?”

“Shut up, Jeff!”

The old woman glared at them. They went quiet. The old woman took the list and nodded:

“I’m gonna help you pick those things out.”

“Thank you, Mrs …”

“Mary. Everybody just calls me Mary. Never been married, never found an honest man to make me his wife. Because everybody here is just a bunch of slobs and weaklings!”

There was an amused, ironic tone in her voice. The owner grunted, but one of the boys said:

“Don’t listen to her, Miss. There were plenty of guys who proposed to Mary, but she just never wanted to stick to one guy!”

“Are you calling me a slut, Henry Ivers?”

The guy blushed.

“No, no, Mary, I just … I was just thinking …”

“Don’t. You’ll hurt yourself.”

He looked away. Mary started down the aisle to get the things Roberta needed.

“Henry’s a bit right, though. I never found a guy who could satisfy me. Or a girl, for that matter.”

The reporter blushed. This way the woman was talking was embarrassing her. Also, looking at her thick, round glutes move, barely covered by her skirt … it was a sight to behold.

 

Soon later, she had gathered everything and handed it to Roberta in a box. The reporter breathed out sharply. This was a lot, and it was heavy.

She stumbled along behind her. Suddenly, the woman stopped and bent down. She clearly found something Roberta still needed, but bending over like that …

The skirt slipped up, revealing her ultra-ripped ass. It was like watching two bowling balls compress into an x-shaped steel frame. Mary shifted her stance and spread her legs a bit, and now, Roberta could see the woman’s small white underpants. They were getting stretched by that appendage …

Roberta could see that the boys were staring at Mary’s ass too. Then the woman got back up and turned to her:

“You like what you see? The boys do.”

The reporter stared at her in the face, her eyes twitching downwards. Mary lowered her hand and snapped her fingers:

“My clit’s down there.”

Roberta blushed terribly. Then that shameless woman lifted up that stupidly short shirt and pushed her panties aside, revealing a thick, red clit. It was easily eight inches long and as thick as Roberta’s wrist. Also, it was growing erect as she was talking.

The men were whooping and cheering.

“Come on, boys, give it a nice squeeze!”

She walked over to the counter as the thing got harder and harder. A moment later, the men were stroking that monstrosity, playing with it, slapping it, pulling on it.

Mary adored this. She moaned lustily, and to her shock, Roberta saw the woman’s pussy start to drip along her massive legs, the lines on her thighs guiding the rivulets downwards.

She was speechless. One of the men grabbed a hammer from the counter and pounded that thing. The old woman grunted loudly, the egged him on:

“More! Harder!”

He complied, his face red, his pants tented. Then they stumbled over collectively to an anvil the owner had on display. She slapped her clit on it and the men started punching against it, then took hammers and started to beat it.

The blows didn’t even seem to hurt her. Instead, she just got hornier and hornier, her deeply tanned face becoming even darker. She was moaning loudly now in the rhythm of the hammer blows.

Then the boss pointed down the room to a low bench. There was a massive vise mounted on it. The men exchanged horny glances with Mary, who was breathing deeply, her huge chest rising and falling. This was more like it …

 

Roberta was struggling to keep her mind together. This was insane! Was she really going to do this? That had to hurt! She had almost panicked when she had her ears pierced, and the guy had even put on some numbing cream, and now, this insane woman was going to put her clit into that thing? That couldn’t be true. This had to be some kind of weird hallucination. Or a candid camera show? Or just some other insanity …

And then, it happened.

Mary grabbed her thick, red, throbbing clit and set it right into the vise. Then the boss and his friends started spinning the grip. Roberta saw their faces turn red with horniness as the jaws closed around the fleshy appendage. She wondered why the woman wasn’t crying out in pain. Why wasn’t she hurting? Any normal person would be horribly mangled by such a treatment, but this old woman seemed absolutely indestructible!

She heard Mary’s breaths get deeper. Her chest was expanding marvelously with every intake, her enormous tits rising and falling as she was getting hornier and hornier.

At last, the jaws of the vise bit deep. Now the men were leaning into the grip, doing their best to exert as much force as they could. They were red-faced and sweaty, and she just sighed as she got more and more aroused. The clit was looking a bit flattened now, but, as far as Roberta could tell, it was still swelling, pushing against the vise’s grip. This was completely impossible. Mary clenched her fists, making her forearms swell up with muscle. Roberta could distinguish every little line in her muscle. Under her dark, sunburnt skin, her fibers were shifting as she increased the tension.

“Aaah … You boys are making me so horny … More … More!”

The last word came out like a barked order that would have made a drill sergeant shit his pants. The men rushed to put in all their weight, forcing the vise to shut hard. Still, the old woman’s clit was holding against this.

She breathed in deeply again, and then, her orgasm hit.

The effect was shocking. The vise stayed on … but not on the bench. As Mary arched her back, its giant muscle blocks contracting, she tore the metal contraption right out, the screws exploding out of the wood in a shower of splinters. The vise swung a bit before its weight caught up with it, and Mary stood there, breathing deeply. The men watched the swinging mass of metal as if hypnotized, then Mary’s clit rose, lifting the vise up.

She grunted, juices flowing in thick streams, and that monstrous appendage slowly forced the clit open. It slipped down, causing the massive woman to gasp as her indestructible skin was rubbed brutally by the metal jaws.

She tensed her arms and opened her eyes, shining with lust. Then she lifted her right arm and flexed.

The mass of muscle that expanded in front of her audience was downright shocking. Roberta regularly went to the gym. She had to to look good for her job, but she also enjoyed it. Of course, she would also check out the guys that hung out at the place.

Well, none of them had ever been that size. It was just way too much. She had never seen a level of mass and definition like that. The old woman’s biceps was just a mutated mass of flesh, completely covered in striations, and obviously hard as a rock.

The men stared at her hornily. Roberta was overwhelmed too, but that reaction was a bit much, wasn’t it?

The vise dropped to the ground, but somehow, no one noticed.

 

The musclewoman’s face was a deep crimson and she was breathing heavily. Then her face turned to a mischievous grin and she licked her lips. She looked at the men’s tented pants and said in a husky voice:

“Did I do that?”

The men nodded a bit sheepishly. Roberta realized that they were shaking with anticipation. Then Mary grinned broadly and said:

“Come on, boys.”

The reporter expected them to say something, but instead, the immensely muscular woman stepped over to the owner and got down on her knees in front of him. Roberta couldn’t believe her eyes. She watched as the huge musclewoman opened the guy’s fly and inhaled his erect cock. There was no gentleness to it. She just swallowed his not too shabby dick whole and closed her lips around it like a vacuum seal.

The man seemed to melt in front of her, his muscle tension breaking down. Roberta stared as the woman started to bob back and forth, her lips, which now seemed just as muscular as the rest of her body, miking the man’s cock.

The shop owner produced a loud moan and shot his load. Roberta couldn’t believe what was happening, but the old woman just sucked him dry, licking off his cock with a strong tongue, then pulled in the next man, and the next.

The reporter was stunned by the sudden outburst of sex in this quaint little place. She had never expected this to happen. Now Mary was sucking off two men in turn while jerking two others off, her powerful fingers holding their cocks tight and playing with their balls. Her deep red clit was now plump and full, twitching as she pleased them. Roberta couldn’t tear her eyes from that appendage. It was just too thick, too long … too much. That thing was massive, and while she wasn’t a size queen, she wondered what it felt like to be fucked by a rod like that.

No.

She had to focus. These people were crazy, and this whole town was crazy, but she was a normal, serious person.

She had to get the equipment to fix the car, not to get caught in what was rapidly turning into an orgy. Slowly, she backed out of the shop as the woman emptied the men’s balls. The moment she was out, Roberta realized she hadn’t paid her purchases. Now she hesitated. Should she go back in?

She wasn’t sure what to do. Go inside and witness the insanity, or stay outside and wait like a fool?

Reluctantly, she returned inside, taking care to avert her eyes. She really tried to look away, but …

Oh God.

By now, the musclewoman was on all fours, her giant breasts resting on the shop floor, sucking off the owner again, with the men fucking her pussy in turn. The whole room was reeking of cum and juices. The reporter walked over to the counter and tried to stack the bills and coins she owed. Behind her, the grunts got louder and more bestial. She was shaking with disgust and panic.

“Yeah, shove it right in! Yes! Yes! Harder!”

There was a loud creak of metal.

Despite her best efforts, Roberta turned around. Two of the men were behind Mary and trying to impale her pussy with a kind of metal bar. They were pushing as hard as they could, and the woman was grunting and howling with lust, but as far as the reporter could tell, they weren’t getting further in.

Now the men leaned in hard, using their weight to force the bar in deeper, but Mary reacted in a strange way. All of a sudden, a pulse went through the bar, shaking the men away. Roberta realized that the woman’s ultra-muscular cunt was gripping that bar, and was now moving it. How was that even possible? How could anyone become this strong?

The woman growled, rubbing her thick clit, and then, she came.

The spray of her juices hit the men and projected the bar out of her pussy. The metal rod slithered over the floor and stopped close to Roberta.

She stared at it. The soaking wet part of it was pressed flat. A weird thought flashed through her head: These men had to have absolute confidence in that woman. Only someone very trusting would be willing to put his cock into someone who was able to do this to a metal bar …

 

Mary moaned, enjoying the ripples of her orgasm, then slowly got up, packed her enormous bust back into the bra, adjusted her clothes and said:

“Would you mind if I clean myself up a little?”

The boss nodded, still overwhelmed.

Soon enough, the short musclewoman returned, all proper and clean. Roberta had managed to pay, but was still wondering what to do next. Mary asked:

“Do you need help with your car? If your camera guy can’t manage, I could fix it. Also, while you’re here, you could stay at my farm. I like visitors.”

Roberta hesitated. Then she nodded:

“That would be great.”

 

The two women headed out after a bit, with Mary carrying the tools they had purchased. Roberta had tried to carry them, but struggled with the weight after a few steps. She was realizing she was terribly out of shape. Mary had just taken the bag of tools from her and walked along with perfect ease, as if they weighed nothing. Roberta asked:

“Shouldn’t we take your car?”

“Bah. That’s unnecessary. I can just walk over.”

“Okay …”

They arrived at the broken-down car a while later. Roberta was soaked in sweat, while Mary seemed to glow. When they came into view, Barry just stared at them. Was this some strange mirage?

He asked:

“Roberta, is that you? Did you get the tools?”

“Yes? I found someone who’ll help us. Barry, this is Mary. Mary, Barry.”

The musclewoman broke into raucous laughter:

“That’s kinda cute! Now, young man, let me see your car.”

He smiled nervously as she examined the insides, then she said:

“Alright. Your crankshaft is busted. I can fix that at my workshop at home, but it won’t hold for long. Just long enough to get you to the next big city.”

“Okay …” Roberta could tell that Barry was embarrassed by the musclewoman’s diagnosis. He had very little understanding of cars, but he probably should have noticed that one.

The musclewoman grinned:

“Anyway, we’ll have to get the car to my place to fix it. You can put the bits and bobs into it and I’ll move it.”

Barry stared at her.

“You … move it?”

“Yeah. How else are we going to get it there?”

“Maybe tow it?”

“With what truck, young man?”

“Okay … Yeah … So you want me to help?”

She chuckled:

“Don’t worry. If you want to help, just walk with me. Roberta, how about you? You’ll walk with us, or you want to ride in the car?”

“I’ll walk with you, if that’s okay with you.”

The old woman nodded:

“That’s great! You’ll need boots at some point, though. Things can get rather muddy around here.”

Roberta hesitated, then watched as Mary squatted down in front of the car, reached under it and got back up, hoisting the front wheels in the air. She didn’t look as if there was any effort involved. It seemed as if the car weighed absolutely nothing. Then, with a satisfied grin, she turned around, at one point supporting the car with only one hand. Barry stared at this display of power. He was clearly shocked, while Roberta was surprised not to be. The insanity she had witnessed at the hardware store had been impressive enough to make her put this feat of strength down under “Yeah, that happened.”

Only when she thought about it did she realize what she had just seen. She asked:

“Do you need any help with that, Mary?”

“Not at all. This car is rather light. I expected it to be much heavier.”

“Okay … Well, fine then.”

“Yes. Shall we?”

The two press people nodded and followed her as she started along the road.

 

The way to Mary’s farm took quite some time. Not because the old woman needed a break or anything. She just chugged along with unstoppable energy. It was astonishing. What actually held them up was that both Roberta and Barry ended up being very thirsty in the afternoon sun.

They had to take a quick break in town and went into a store to buy some water and food. When they came back out, they saw her surrounded by the locals admiring her power. She didn’t even bother putting down the car, only realizing she was still holding it when someone pointed it out. She grinned and set it down gently.

“It’s the school bus all over again.”

Roberta had to ask:

“What’s with the school bus?”

One of the spectators grinned:

“A few years ago, the school bus had a flat and someone had borrowed the jack and not returned it.” He eyed another guy. “Someone …”

The addressee glared at him:

“Fuck you, Jacob.”

“Fuck you, Mort. You borrowed my fucking lawn trimmer and never gave it back.”

“What’s that got to do with anything, Jacob? I didn’t borrow your lawn trimmer. I bought a lawn trimmer, and you were the guy who sold it, fair and square.”

“I was drunk, asshole! You bought it from me for a dollar. A new lawn trimmer!”

An older woman interrupted the two quarrelling men.

“Boys, could you please watch your tongues? You’re being vulgar. No cussing! Not in front of the guests, at least!”

Roberta eyed Mary when the other woman said something about vulgar. Mary just smiled. Was the bulge in her shorts getting bigger?

Jacob managed to return to his story:

“Anyway, the bus couldn’t move like that. We didn’t have a jack …” There were glares. “We still needed the kids to go to school, right? Mary walks by, sees the bus and the problem, grabs it and just lifts it up, with the kids inside and everything. The driver, Jenk, removes the wheel, fixes the hole, pumps it up, puts it back on, and Mary’s still standing there, holding the bus like it’s no big deal!”

Roberta could see that Mary’s expression was trying to conceal a bit of pride.

“Jenk gets back in, starts the engine, tries to drive off to make up for the lost time … Bus doesn’t move. Not one inch.”

“Okay …”

“Turns out Mary forgot to let it go.”

The musclewoman chuckled:

“To my defense, I must say that I had been standing with the bus like that for an hour or so. I lost track. And it was a hot day and I wasn’t wearing a hat. Might have been the sun …”

“Anyway, that’s the story of the bus. We still haven’t found the jack, so we all hope that it will only break down when Mary’s around.”

“Screw you, Jacob. Seriously. Screw you.”

The old woman sighed, relieved that they were not vulgar again, but clearly disappointed by their behavior.

Mary picked up the car again.

“Let’s go to the farm now. I have work to do.”

Roberta and Barry nodded, a little shocked by how normal people here dealt with their hostess’ muscles.

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