[El_Roy_1999]

Isn’t it nice when a sequel gets a sequel?

King of the House
This story is a continuation to Master of the House. Jake’s mother Taylor has transformed herself into an alpha male. While he grows older and frailer, his mother is on a relentless quest for muscular perfection and manliness. The poor guy is really starting to feel it now. This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth, futa and gender-blending. All characters are at least 18 years old.

Read it here:

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1628487

And here’s a sample:

Jake stared at his gifts nervously. Flowers for Amy. Chocolate. Protein-rich chocolate, obviously. Expensive chocolate. For Taylor … Well, he hoped his de facto father would enjoy this book. Jake had read it twice in the last few years, and every time, he had been on the verge of tears. It was a surprisingly short but intense story about a young man and his relationship with his father.

Yeah.

He just hoped Taylor would “get” it.

He rang the doorbell.

A moment later, he heard Amy’s chirpy, happy voice.

“Hi! Come on in!”

The gate opened automatically and Jake walked up to the mansion. The place was every bit as luxurious as before, looking maybe a bit more matured now. That was understandable. Taylor was over sixty now, and all that midlife-crisis-y stuff would probably look weird on him.

The maid was waiting for him at the door, greeting him with a little bow.

“Welcome, Jake.”

He smiled at her:

“Hello, Monica. How are you?”

Was the maid also looking buffer? He was starting to see muscular people everywhere, wasn’t he?

“Oh, I’m fine. I’m glad to see you! How have you been?”

“Well, I try to do my best.” Jake’s hair had left him further, and he was as out of shape as ever, even if he now really tried to do some isometrics at the workplace. He was pretty sure they helped a little. Or at least, they didn’t hurt.

“Wonderful. Go right in, the party is out in the back.”

“Thank you.”

Jake walked through the house and was a bit shocked by the shape the other guests were in. He was definitely the odd man out. All those people were incredibly fit! Not a single one was out of shape, no, each one could probably join a competition, either fitness or even bodybuilding, and win instantly. It was a bit intimidating. More than a bit.

He also immediately felt their looks on him. It was not a nice sensation. They were judging him, weren’t they? They wondered who that guy was … The accountant? The delivery man? The official biographer?

In a way, Jake was happy that no one probably thought he was Taylor’s son. It would only make their judgement worse.

Also, he abruptly felt horribly underdressed. He was just wearing a regular shirt, pants and jacket combo, some simple stuff he had even bought at a tailor’s shop, but these people were all wearing bespoke outfits, and they were looking amazing … The women … wow. He had to be careful not to let his eyes linger on them. At the same time, each woman was dressed in a way that definitely made sure there would be some lingering.

That’s when he ran into Amy.

Wow.

His jaw dropped.

His heart skipped a beat.

She was standing there with three amazing girlfriends, each one incredibly ripped, busty and fit. They were also dressed in a way that made his cock twitch in his underwear. They just had this confident, relaxed, natural sexiness that made Jake’s starved mind spin wildly.

Then there was Amy.

She was perfect, wasn’t she?

His stepmom was looking wonderful. Her long, thick red hair was cascading down her back, shiny and strong. She was perfectly relaxed, a champagne glass full of sparkling water in her manicured hand. Her lips’ color matched the outrageous dress she was wearing. It was very, very red, leaving little to imagination. It showed no cleavage, but it seriously didn’t need to. Her breasts were even bigger than before, and they were absurdly perky considering their size. Also, they were resting on her huge, spherical belly. Amy was not just obviously pregnant, but … gigantically so.

Jake stared at Amy’s giant belly. It was so big and round! The crimson dress was hugging her curves perfectly. It had to be a special bespoke piece just to cover that enormous ball. Jake could even see her outie dent the fabric a bit.

The massive midsection didn’t do much to cause her discomfort, though. After all, Amy’s body was packed to the brim with tight, hard, ripped muscle. It was really astonishing to see. While she had obviously lost a bit mass and definition on her belly on account of her abs splitting to make room for the enormous pregnancy, her legs and ass were even harder and sharper than before. Her thighs were massive and almost angular in their sharpness, as were her diamond-shaped calves that were even visible from the front and perfectly split down the middle.

Her ass … well, that was something else entirely. Her dress was basically resting on it since each cheek was so thick and defined that one could set a glass on it and leave it there. Jake had never seen a butt like this. It was incredible. He felt a pang of jealousy. Taylor could fuck this marvelous woman every day, and he obviously did …

 

Then she spotted him and waved:

“Jake! Come here!”

He sleepwalked towards her, mesmerized by her beauty. Helplessly, he offered the flowers and the chocolate, which Amy graciously accepted. She introduced him:

“Girls, this is Jake! He’s my ex and Taylor’s boy. Isn’t he charming?”

Jake was pretty sure he wasn’t, but the women humored him.

“Hi Jake!”

“Nice flowers!”

“Oooh … chocolate!”

He did his best to focus, and said:

“Happy birthday! These are for you!” Then he hesitated a moment and added: “Also, congratulations! You’re looking splendid, and I hope it feels good!”

He handed her the flowers and the chocolates. Doing his best to make a good impression, he explained:

“I didn’t know you were pregnant, but I am obviously in luck. It’s always a good idea to have some chocolate around. And they’re super-proteiny, so they shouldn’t mess up your diet. Also, I tried them before and they actually taste great …”

“Thank you, Jake! That’s very considerate. Sorry for not telling you earlier, but Taylor wanted to make sure everything was okay, and by the time the doctors were done with the tests, we could just as well wait for today.” She smiled softly at Jake. “The pregnancy was a bit weird in the beginning, but I got used to it quickly. Now, it’s mostly … difficult to deal with not being able to workout fully.” She turned to the girls. “You know, I would be competing, but the federation said they don’t want to carry the risk. I don’t get them. Don’t I look as if I could place?”

She lifted her right arm with the flowers and gave it a flex. Her biceps popped up, hard, angular and powerful. The girls went “oooh!” and “wow!”. Jake couldn’t blame them. Amy was incredible like that. The combination of her soft pregnancy and her ultra-sharp muscles was mind-blowing.

One of the women stated:

“You definitely should. Those guys are just holding you back!”

“Exactly. But what can I do? I’m going to go through with this, and then, it’s time to get back into shape!”

The girls giggled. The idea of Amy not being in shape was ridiculous.

One of them asked:

“So, when are you due? How long do we have until it’s a race for second place again?”

Jake was just as curious.

“Well, the doc said I still have four months to go, but he also said that they’re so big and strong already, they could probably be born right now and still be bigger and more developed than most other babies. So that’s a comfort. Especially with triplets. He told me that that’s always a risky business, so knowing that they’re safe is incredibly relaxing.”

She handed the flowers to one of her friends and caressed her round belly.

“They’re amazing, you know? I mean, yeah, of course, with a dad like that, what else could they be. And their kicks are … hard? But I can’t wait to hold them in my arms.”

Then she grinned:

“Also, I can’t wait to fuck Taylor in my pussy again like before. We’re taking it easy right now, because we have to be careful, but all this gentle shit is getting tiresome. I want to get stuffed by his big dick again! Seriously, he’s so thick, he really spreads me all the way. Normally, I can see his cock move under my abs …”

“Yeah! What’s the point of having such a god as a husband and then be forced to hold back!” One of the other girls agreed. The others nodded.

“Of course, he still fucks my ass deep, and I love it when I get to squeeze his big fat cock with my sphincter and he cums and pumps me full of his jizz, but you know how it is … Ass is nice, but nothing beats pussy.”

There were nods all around.

Jake was getting hornier and hornier from all the talk. Amy either didn’t notice or didn’t care.

“The best thing about being pregnant, though, are the tits! I sure hope they stay like that. Imagine having such a pair of massive mommy milkers, but be ripped down to contest shape! That’s basically an instant win, right?”

The other women nodded. One of them added:

“Fuck, I wish mine were as big as yours … No, I wish my everything was as big as yours. Including my husband!”

Amy grinned, took a sip of mineral water, and flexed her chest, letting her tits bounce as they strained against the dress’ fabric, almost making it slip upwards to reveal the lower half of her butt cheeks.

Despite himself, Jake popped a boner, tenting his pants.

Amy spotted it and grinned:

“Like father, like son, right? I just need to talk about my tits, and my Taylor gets hard! Of course, the proportions are a little different, right, Jake?”

The stepson blushed terribly and stumbled over his words as he said goodbye, suggesting that he’d say hello to the other guests.

Amy released him:

“You do that, big boy. Have fun!”

A moment later, he heard her explain in detail how she went about deepthroating Taylor. Apparently, there was a whole technique to it. Jake’s ears were a deep crimson …

 

After a bit of wandering around and nervously staring at all those super-fit people, Jake found Taylor hanging out with a few of his dudes. They were enjoying their cigars and laughing. Taylor finished his story when he saw Jake and gave him a big wave.

Jake was shocked by Taylor’s look. He was every bit as huge as before, no, even bigger, and he was looking incredible. He had shaved his beard and now, he looked amazingly young and hot. He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and some tight pants, and his cock was easily visible through the fabric. Also, the man was huge and ripped. It was shocking to see him like that.

Taylor dismissed his hangers-on with a gesture and a “I’ll catch you guys later, I have to say hello to my son!”. Then he smiled at Jake, and grabbed his arm:

“Come here, Jake!”

He hugged him, squeezing the air out of Jake’s body with his mighty embrace.

“Hi, Taylor …” He wheezed, gasping for air.

The huge muscledude that had once been his mother released him, slammed his hand on his shoulder and declared:

“You don’t look half bad, my boy! Glad you could make it!”

“Oof … Yeah … This is amazing. Congratulations on knocking Amy up! Triplets, huh?”

“Yes! To be perfectly honest, I wasn’t sure I was going to be fertile. Well, turns out I am.” The huge guy grinned. “Amy’s looking gorgeous like that. It’s incredible to become a father …”

Jake took a moment to recover and looked up to his former mother, whose face was beaming with energy and happiness. He was overwhelmed by this look, by the whole way Taylor carried himself.

Suddenly, he realized that he found them insanely attractive. Sure, this wasn’t surprising since they both were ultra-alpha people, but still … Spelling it out like this and putting the thought into words was intense. Jake wondered what he could do with that thought.

Taylor either didn’t notice his son’s reaction or chose to ignore it. He offered him a cigar, which Jake refused politely. Then, he walked with him, getting out in the garden.

“I switched up my workouts recently. The old concept was getting a bit boring lately, and with my current progress, I found it lacking in challenge.”

“Wow …”

“It’s not much. Just some techniques to really go all in and seriously exhaust my muscles without taking all day.” The huge masculine hunk grinned. “It’s a bit of an issue. With the current treatment Amy and I are using, our endurance went through the roof, and now, I have to go on for six hours on my regular schedule just to properly tire out my arms. So, obviously, I had to do something.”

He lifted his arm to underline his words. The view was shocking. Jake saw a massive lump of muscle jut out of his upper arm. Taylor’s biceps was a gigantic, ultra-ripped mass of flesh, covered in veins and perfectly split. The massive man switched his pose quickly, making the muscle shift and change. It looked like a caricature of an anatomy chart.

Taylor chuckled when he saw Jake’s expression.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“I … yes. Yes. It’s amazing.”

“That’s it. But it’s not all yet. You’ve seen Amy. Once the triplets are born, she’s going to up her dosage of her treatments too, and I’ll make sure she gets the body she deserves …”

“Wait … You’re not done yet?”

“Nah. Jake, I’ve got my sixty-fifth birthday coming up. I’m in good shape, but I want to have something to show.”

“Taylor, you’re already in better shape than any person I’ve ever seen!”

“That’s correct. But it’s not what I expect of myself.”

“Oookay … So what do you have in mind?”

“Well, it’s my sixty-fifth birthday, so I would want to squat 650 pounds for 65 reps. Nice, huh?”

Jake was shocked by the idea.

“But isn’t that dangerous?”

“Only if one isn’t careful. And since I’ve been preparing for the last year, I think it’s going to work. You’re invited to come. I want us to celebrate together as a family.”

“Oh … Yes. I’d love to come.”

“Good! That’s wonderful.”

The younger man was a bit nervous. He sighed. Taylor smiled gently:

“Anything bothering you?”

“I just … I think I still need to apologize.”

“What for?” Taylor looked a bit nonplussed.

“For the way I treated you all those years ago. I was a horrible son. I shouldn’t have said the things I said. No mother deserves to listen to things like these.”

Taylor just shrugged, then he took his son by the shoulders. His mighty hands rested on Jake’s scrawny frame.

“Listen, Jake. The woman who raised you is gone. Disappeared. I barely ever think of her anymore. Occasionally, I find out that some online account or paperwork is still addressed to her, and it’s a bit of a shock. You don’t need to apologize to someone who no longer exists. You can, if it makes you feel better, but there’s no need for sad thoughts.” He chuckled and looked all around, the big mansion, the hot people, the beautiful garden. “In a way, you being a jerk was what made me who I am today. Just like I brought you into this world, you did the same for me.”

He grinned.

“Yeah. You don’t owe me an apology. I owe you thanks. So … how about we call it even?”

Nervously, Jake nodded:

“Thank you for seeing it that way.”

“Well, I can’t just spank you for being a bad kid, right?” Taylor’s grin spread. “Also, I doubt you’d survive a good ass-kicking.”

The young man swallowed nervously. Taylor stretched his neck.

“Oh, by the way, did I tell you that a pharmaceutical company showed up and asked whether they could have samples of my sperm?”

“What for?”

“They think they can use it to figure out a drug that deals with erectile dysfunction and low testosterone. Also, trans guys would love it.”

“Wow …”

“Yeah. I’m all for it, helping my fellow man and everything.”

“I’m just impressed that all of this actually worked …”

“Me too, Jake, me too. I can’t tell you how great it feels. And it’s going to get better and better.”

Jake looked down at Taylor’s monstrous cock that was moving in his trouser leg. There was a slight creaking sound as that thing swelled up. It was just mind-boggling.

Taylor chuckled:

“Here we go again … That thing has a mind of its own …” He looked around, then reached into his pants, adjusting his cock. “I gotta be careful. It has a tendency to ruin pants just like that …”

Jake was shocked by this.

“I don’t think anybody else has that issue …”

“Yeah. It’s a weird struggle. My tailor has some difficulties with my requests. He always says that it’s a bit hard to make my pants look good at showing off my cock and muscles without looking vulgar.” The ultra-masculine hunk chuckled. “I don’t mind. A bit of vulgarity goes a long way.”

To underline his point, Taylor tensed his pecs a bit, making them roll and swell.

Jake’s eyes immediately went to his former mother’s giant chest and he shivered. At last, he whispered:

“Um … Taylor … Would it be okay if I … touched your muscles?”

The huge man shrugged:

“Knock yourself out, man.”

Jake extended his hand and set it on Taylor’s enormous biceps, feeling its power and warmth under his fingers. To amuse himself, Taylor gave it a bit of a flex, and the massive muscle spread Jake’s fingers. Slowly, his hands moved to the big man’s shoulder, then to his thick pec …

The younger man was completely mesmerized by this, but suddenly, there was a shout from the mansion:

“Oh God! Taylor! Come quick! Amy’s water broke!”

Taylor shrugged:

“Oh well, you know how it is. A man’s gotta do what he’s gotta do.”

He left Jake standing and briskly returned to the house, scooped Amy up and said:

“Enjoy the rest of the party, people, we’ll just get those babies delivered!”

Then he headed out, carefully sat her in the car, and off he drove. The assembled guests were quite impressed by his nonchalance.

 

That night, Jake had the strangest and most marvelous dream, watching Taylor fucking his wife with long, powerful strokes, Amy’s face an icon of ecstasy. Jake was so aroused from this, it was mind-boggling. The huge muscles on Taylor’s arms shifted, perfectly visible in the darkness of his dream, he could hear the man’s voice thunder over Amy’s cries of lust. The sensual woman was spreading her legs wide, her fit body under the monstrous muscles.

Jake awoke, having cum in his pajamas, sweaty and horny, unable to think straight for the rest of the day. His mother had completely disappeared, and all that remained was this insanely powerful uber-man …

 

Time had flown by and Jake was ready to meet his half-siblings for the first time. He had seen the photos and videos, but had always been too busy to visit. He was constantly exhausted, so he was happy to have his mother’s, no, Taylor’s 65th birthday as a reason to visit.

He had plenty of stuff ready. Jake had baked a cake, certain that neither of the two musclepeople would find the time, flowers for Amy, always a good idea, a book on raising boys for Taylor, plus a special tanning lotion for bodybuilders that had been recommended. For the kids, he had decided on a big box of building blocks. That was too early, he was sure, but who knew? If they developed mentally as fast as they did physically, having them around would be useful. Also, back when he had been a kid, he had enjoyed those a lot.

All in all, though, he was a bit overloaded like that and had to use a little wagon to ferry everything to the mansion.

He rang, and soon, Monica let him in. Jake couldn’t help himself from checking her out, and yes, she had gained quite a bit of muscle now, visible even through her maid’s uniform. He smiled, gave her a little box of chocolate as a thank you gift for always being around.

“Thank you, Jake! That’s really nice!”

He grinned:

“It’s just to show my appreciation for all your hard work. Are they treating you right?”

Monica smiled and nodded dreamily. Ah. Yeah. Taylor definitely did.

“Jake! You’re here!”

He turned around and saw Amy running towards him, looking as incredible as ever. No, even better! She had lost her pregnancy weight within weeks of the birth, and instead gained a bit of muscle, shaping her body even tighter. She hugged him, her giant bosom squishing into Jake’s upper body and face. She had definitely kept quite a bit of her size there, the sports bra she was wearing barely containing her enormous milky tits.

Jake shivered with horniness as she held him in her strong arms. He could feel her abs rub against him, every block sharply defined and sculpted to perfection.

“Come on, you have to meet the kids!”

She swirled around and walked to the living room, swinging her shorts-clad hips. Oh God … She was sooo hot …

Jake was basically salivating as she walked in front of him.

 

Taylor was lying on a huge blanket on the floor, wearing gym shorts and nothing else. The kids were rolling around and crawling, each one looking pretty big. It was like a litter of cats having fun.

Jake greeted them with a wave.

“Hi Taylor, hi brothers!” One of the kids looked at him with big eyes and rolled over.

Taylor got up in one swift movement. It was more or less him just springing up from lying on his chest, then standing on his feet. It looked perfectly casual, and it took Jake a moment to realize just how insane that had just been.

The enormous muscleman took Jake’s hand and said:

“Welcome, son! Take a look at your brothers! Aren’t they great?”

“They’re big …”

Amy stood by Taylor’s side, hand on his ass, and said:

“They’re really enormous for their age. Also, the pediatrician said they’re really early. David here is even sitting up on occasion …”

“Cool!”

Taylor grinned:

“Yeah. They’re in a hurry. Not like you, Jake. You took your sweet time, back in the day.”

He mussed his son’s hair. Then he smiled:

“But you turned out alright in the end …”

“Thanks, Taylor.”

He watched his half-siblings do their thing on the mat. Then Taylor said:

“Listen, now that you’re here, watch after them for a bit. Amy’s got them fed half an hour ago, so they should be fine for a while. I really need to have a good workout with my wife.”

“Okay. So I just watch them?”

“Make sure they don’t get hurt. That should be enough. Play with them.”

“Got it. Thank you for trusting me.”

“No problem.” He turned to Amy: “Alright, lady, let’s get your sweet ass pumped!”

 

Two hours later, Jake was pretty exhausted. The kids were nice and cute and everything, but they somehow had inherited their father’s boundless energy. They had crawled all over Jake and each other, and David had even tried to pull himself up on the table. Once that hadn’t worked, he had started to cry in frustration. Only when Jake had helped him sitting up again, he had calmed down.

Then his brothers had tried it too, and, well, Jake was just lying on the big blanket, hoping none of the kids would get hurt.

Happily, Amy returned just then. She was looking delightfully pumped, her muscles glistening with sweat. She watched Jake with a wonderful softness in her expression and said:

“Okay, Jake, just a moment to shower, and then, I’ll feed them and get them to bed. It’s going to be Taylor’s big show …”

“Alright! They were totally nice.”

One of the kids grabbed Jake’s hair and pulled on it. He didn’t even flinch anymore.

Amy laughed:

“I can see that. Thank you for the break. I’ll be right back.”

Jake smiled, happy about the situation in a strange way. Amy returned soon after, just wearing a big soft bathrobe. She sat down on the couch and picked up the first two kids. They immediately started clamoring for her milk. David was still busy with Jake, chuckling as he climbed on his step-brother’s head.

The climbee leaned over to catch an eyeful of Amy’s bosom.

Oh God … Those tits were delightful …

The two babies were happily suckling on her nipples. She held them in her strong, pumped arms, and as far as Jake could tell, she was enjoying this. It took a while for them to finish, then she had Jake burp them, before getting David in position. This triplet was certainly the hungriest of the three and he quickly drank as much as he could from both her teats.

Then, after a bit of work, the trio was fast asleep.

Amy stretched:

“Alright, that was that. Time for Taylor! I’m sure he already got everything set up!”

Jake was mesmerized by her muscular body. She was naked in that robe, and he was struggling not to get hard. Struggling and failing.

She grinned and said:

“Come on. You don’t want to miss this, do you?”

Her stepson followed her eagerly, keeping an eye on her incredibly hard, bouncing ass that was shifting under that robe.

 

They emerged into the couple’s home gym, which turned out to be very impressive. It was a big, bright room with plenty of custom machines and large mirrors to observe the movements and admire oneself. Jake was surprised to find that there even was a special flooring that made sure that those enormous weights could be moved and dropped safely.

In the middle of the room, Taylor was setting up the bar for his little challenge. He was packing on plate after plate to bring it to the terrifying 650 pounds he had planned. Jake was just staring at the gargantuan muscle god that had once been his weak and frustrated mother. He was shivering with a kind of primal terror and an intense lust to see what was going to happen.

As the massive man finished his preparations, he looked up, kissed Amy and said:

“Alright. Let’s do this.” He clapped his mighty hands and said: “Amy, will you do the honors and count out my reps?”

“Of course, Taylor …”

She kissed him deeply, gave his cock a nice rub through his massive pouch and took Jake by the hand to find a seat. Once he was sat down, she walked over to the rack under which Taylor had taken up his position. Now he rubbed his hands together and gripped the bar, adjusting his position a bit.

“And go!”

He lifted the bar up, loaded it on his mighty shoulders, and started pumping out the reps. Watching the mass of steel move up and down like that was completely surreal. Jake couldn’t tear his eyes from him. Amy was watching the procedure attentively, but without a hint of nervousness. The weight went up and down slowly, purposefully. There was no hesitation, no slowing down, no swinging either. Just pure, mechanical lifting. With every rep, his ass and his legs swelled up even bigger, thick veins pumping blood through them.

Jake was shivering, this absolute display of strength overwhelming his mind. The whole thing didn’t look like much, but that was what made things so bizarre.

Amy’s melodious voice counted out rep after rep. She passed the tens, the twenties … And Taylor wasn’t slowing down one bit. He just went on and on, like a machine. Sure, he was sweating by now, but he wasn’t showing a sign of weakness or exhaustion. By the time he hit forty, Jake realized he probably couldn’t do this with a tenth of the weight … A twentieth even …

Taylor was so far beyond him, it was ridiculous.

Fifty.

The huge man just went on. Up, down, up, down. His ripped, massive body tensed and relaxed as he continued mercilessly.

At fifty-five, he slowed down a bit. Amy instantly spotted this and glared at him.

“What are you doing, Taylor? Are you getting soft on me? Rep it harder, you horse-cocked fucker!”

Taylor grinned at this and shot her a flaming hot look as he sped up again. He grunted as the bar went up again.

“Yes, that’s more like it! You fucking stud! I know this weight is just a joke for you! Don’t you dare tease me! I want a man that’s able to satisfy me!”

The huge man growled with lust and forced the bar up again and again. Then, at last, he hit sixty-five.

“Gaaaar!”

With a howl of triumph, he pushed it up one final time and racked it. A shiver went through him as he tensed his muscles once more, and that was enough to rip up his overwhelmed shorts.

Taylor’s giant cock burst out, flopping down for a moment before getting erect a second later like a rising fist. Without a moment of hesitation, he grabbed Amy and lifted her as if she were as light as a feather. She squealed in delight.

“Fuck me, you mega-stud!”

The huge man slammed her into the wall, got her legs to rest on his shoulders, and impaled her on his rod. Then he started pounding her like a jackhammer. She howled with lust as the massive hunk fucked her deep, every stroke sending her further over the edge.

Jake watched this sudden explosion of horny insanity and shot his load. He was just washed away by the insanity, and as his balls emptied themselves into his underpants, he felt his mind black out …

 

He was awoken by a surprisingly gentle slap to his face. As he opened his eyes, he saw the gorgeous face of Amy above him. She was smiling gently at him, looking the slightest bit worried.

A moment later, Jake noticed she was wearing a pastel pink bikini that was very small and barely covered her nipples and pussy lips. He blinked:

“What happened?”

“You fell unconscious. Too much emotion, probably. Do you feel better?”

“Kinda … I … wow … He did it, didn’t he?”

“Totally. He went to the pool. Wanna come too? It’s nice.”

“I don’t have a swimsuit …”

She chuckled.

“I guess Taylor would lend you one, but that wouldn’t work …”

“No, it wouldn’t …”

“You can still hang out with us. I’ll make some drinks for us. Get you hydrated!”

She winked at him, and Jake felt his cock twitch again. This woman … she was so casually sexy … It was amazing!

 

He got up eventually, cleaned himself up, and followed her to the pool. Taylor was already there, wearing what was basically a loincloth and nothing else. He was resting his enormous body in the water, enjoying the cool after the effort. The hulking man was still glowing from the effort.

As Jake approached, he raised one mighty arm and said:

“You’re awake again! Good. I gotta admit, I wasn’t worried. People fainting is a bit of an issue around here …” He grinned at Amy. “Remember when Monica first started out?”

Amy giggled:

“She was so cute … She didn’t even think anybody could be this big.”

“Yeah. She got used to the sights pretty quick.”

Amy slipped into the pool and swam towards Taylor with a few quick and elegant strokes. Just from her movements, Jake could tell that she had probably become quite the pro. They kissed, and Taylor gave his wife’s butt a nice squeeze.

“Fuck, your ass is as amazing as ever …”

She grinned:

“It’s only going to get bigger, better and harder …”

“Oooh … Listen to that Jake! That’s the kind of words a husband wants to hear!”

[El_Roy_1999]

More, bigger, better!

Mother Knows Better
This is a sequel to Mother Knows Best and shows the further adventures of Cody and his enormously muscular and loving mother. After figuring out what to do with their changed relationship, they embark in the world of entertainment! This work of erotic fiction contains female muscle growth (FMG), breast expansion, height growth and incest. All characters are over 18 years old.

Read it here:

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1623701

This is the preview:

Cody was very careful to work quickly and precisely. Also, he had to be as quiet as possible. After all, his wonderful, amazonian mother was still sleeping, and he wanted to surprise her with a delightful breakfast. The little man seemed to perform a perfectly timed dance through the kitchen, slicing the ham, roasting the bacon, preparing some fresh, satisfying protein for his amazing Dommy Mommy.

The coffee was ready and he thought about taking the milk along, but then he realized that if Janice needed some milk, she was right at the source.

Once everything was ready, he placed the dishes on the rather robust cart he had recently bought, slipped on his elegant butler’s outfit, checked his hair one last time and then started on his way to the bedroom. Checking his watch and taking one more deep breath, he knocked gently.

There was a pause. The world was warm and sunny. It was a wonderful Saturday morning, and Cody could hear the birds chirping in the garden. The place they lived at now was so much better than their previous apartment!

For a while now, Janice and him had become rather popular performers to a select clientele that was very much into their specific relationship, and very, very generous.

To him, this was still very awkward and his blushing and nervousness seemed to only make things better for their spectators. Janice didn’t mind at all. She just oozed total confidence and enjoyed performing in front of them, her absolute power on full display.

Over the last months she had built her muscles further and further, and she was getting truly gigantic. For Cody, this was even better. He loved to please her, amazed by her gentle strictness.

He smiled broadly, thinking of her beauty and warmth.

Then he heard her deep, loving voice:

“Come on in, Cody.”

He carefully pushed down the handle and rolled the cart inside. The room was bathed in golden morning light and the little spot on the mattress he had slept in was still idle. In the middle of the uber-king-size bed, his gargantuan mother was lying, her long dark hair spread out over the big pillow. She was wearing a huge cream-colored nightshirt that sat rather tight over her gigantic bosom, her massive shoulders challenging the fabric just the same.

She stretched, her colossal muscles jutting out of her arms as she finished waking up. Then she saw the cart and smiled lovingly:

“Oh Cody, you shouldn’t have …”

“But Mommy, it’s your birthday. It’s the least I can do.”

She gave him a gentle laugh and climbed to the side of the bed. Then Cody presented the food. She was amazed.

“It’s so much, and it looks delicious!”

“I hope it is. I tried a few new things.”

“Ooh! I can’t wait. Sit with me, will you?”

He nodded eagerly, got himself a chair and placed it opposite the cart. Janice raised an eyebrow and patted the mattress next to her.

“Here. It’s better that way!”

“Of course, my sweet Dommy Mommy.”

“Yes!” She giggled and made her enormous shoulders shake. “I love it when you call me that.”

 

They ate. Janice did indeed use her own milk for her coffee, which her swollen breasts desperately craved already. They were so plump and full, they started to ache already. Of course, Cody also helped himself to some of his mother’s delicious milk, both for his cereals and his drink.

He was all smiles. Then, as the breakfast reached its end, he said:

“I also got you a present.”

“You did? Oh Cody, I don’t deserve such a cute and attentive son!”

“Dommy Mommy, you absolutely do … Here.”

He handed her the present he had wrapped for her. She opened it carefully, doing her best not to tear the paper. Cody was all nervous. Would she like the presents?

“Oooh … Cody … Now that … that is a look …”

“You like it?”

“I love it! I never would have dared wear something like that … but … Wait … is that a matching set for you?”

She held up a pair of leather harnesses, one clearly made for a very large woman with gargantuan breasts, and one for a little man.

“Yes … I hope you don’t mind … But it looked so good …”

“It’s amazing. I love it. You have to put it on right away. I want to see my sweet Cody in this!”

“Right away, Mommy, but … there’s more …”

“There is?”

She looked further into the package and found a Japanese boy’s school uniform and a female teacher’s outfit, complete with skirt and blouse.

“Oh. Wow … This looks … amazing …”

“I sewed them myself. They should fit you well.”

“I can’t wait to try this on! Thank you so much!”

She grabbed him, embraced him, and hugged him tight, careful not to crush him in her arms. He moaned happily as her grip closed around him, her giant breasts on both sides of his comparatively tiny head.

Just then, Janice’s phone hummed. Holding her beloved Cody in the warm and soft prison, she picked it up and saw that it was Gloria. Since her son was happy where he was, she answered the call.

“Hi, Gloria! How are you?”

“Happy birthday, Janice! I’m fine, how are you?”

“Oh, Cody and I were just celebrating. He’s such an attentive young man!”

“He definitely is. You should be very happy to have him!”

“I absolutely am. You’ll have to see the outfit he made me …”

“I hope to! And I will, because I just got called by a client who is very interested in meeting you. That might be an amazing thing for the both of you.”

“Interesting! What does he have in mind?”

“I’ll send you the details. This guy is loaded. If you and Cody do well, this might be big!”

“Oh, you know me. I’m in it for the fun.”

“Yes, yes. The money is good too, though, isn’t it?”

Janice laughed:

“You’re right. Send me the details. I’ll get back to you as soon as we’re done celebrating my birthday.”

“Have fun!”

A moment later, the conversation was over, and a very red-faced Cody poked out between her breasts.

“What’s up?”

He felt her strong hand on his tiny ballsack.

“You, my sweet little Cody, aren’t you?”

He blushed even worse and nodded sheepishly.

 

Cody was in bed with Gloria. The other musclewoman was caressing him gently as his head was between her legs, licking her pussy eagerly. His small penis was erect and his school uniform was draped neatly over a nearby chair. Gloria was wearing a classic Fifties’ housewife’s dress which she had hiked up to show her muscular pussy and her lower abs, as well as her pumped and well-defined legs, which were encased in a pair of tights with suspenders. Her red toenails were visible through the nylon.

The young man was now circling her large, meaty clit, sucking on it gently and sinking his tongue into her hard pussy. He heard her moan as he pleased her. The musclewoman had dyed her hair strawberry blonde for the occasion, even down there. As she got close to cumming, her thighs started to swell precariously, enveloping the little man’s head.

“Mmmh … You’re very good at this, little boy … Who taught you to treat a woman like that?”

She sank her fingers into his hair and pulled his head up. His face was soaked in her juices.

“My Dommy Mommy taught me, Ms. Gloria!”

“Oooh … This is a woman I’d like to meet … She’s clearly a talented teacher, just like me!”

Just then, the door of the room opened, and Janice stormed in. She was also wearing a petticoat dress on which Cody had spent a week to tailor, and she looked incredible. Also incredibly angry.

“What are you doing here, son? Who is this floozy?”

Gloria was a bit surprised by the entrance and said:

“You must be Cody’s mom. He’s been working hard on his homework …”

“Is that so? Well, homework should be done at home!”

With these words, she grabbed the hapless little man by the leg and pulled him towards her. Gloria instantly reacted, locking her legs around his chest under his armpits. The poor boy found himself suddenly suspended between two majestic musclewomen, his cock dangling hard and still quite tiny in the air.

He produced a helpless “Mfff …”-sound, unable to escape this predicament.

His mother growled:

“Let him go, Ms. Gloria! He’s mine, my son, and he’s a naughty boy! You can’t just tempt him with your feminine vices! He’ll fall for any woman, horny as he is!”

Gloria laughed:

“If you want him, you’ll have to take him!”

Janice instantly reacted, pulling Cody out of the trap of Gloria’s legs with one swift movement. The little man shot out and found himself instantly loaded on her shoulder like a sack. He took a gulping breath, his face absurdly red.

She glared at him.

“Oh Cody, Cody, why are you so naughty? Sometimes I think I may have failed as a mother. Well, I’ll have to teach you!”

With these words, she pulled down his underpants, revealing his naked buttocks to the audience. The spectators were amazed. This was incredible. Then came the hard whacks as the little man was spanked. He cried out, unable to stop his gargantuan mother.

“Help! Help! It hurts! I was naughty, I know, but please! Please! Not in front of Ms. Gloria!”

“You deserve nothing better than that, you little truant!”

“Ow! Mommy! You’re so strong! Please! Stop, you’re hurting my butt!”

“And I’ll keep doing it until you clean up your act!”

The moans and sighs in the audience got louder. This was incredibly hot …

 

As the three got dressed, the door of the changing room was torn open, and a rather short, broad-shouldered man stormed in.

“That was amazing!”, he bellowed, then he ran at Cody and bent down to hug him, before turning to Gloria and Janice, bowing to them and offering them his hand in turn. “I loved it! You have made an old man very, very happy!”

To Janice, the man didn’t look all that old. Maybe it was a figure of speech. She smiled, looking down on him.

“Glad you enjoyed it. It was a bit difficult to do it in front of people, but since my Cody is such a sweet little man …”

“He certainly is. And he has the most amazing mother …”

Janice wasn’t entirely sure whether the man was aware of their real relationship. Still, she preferred to maintain kayfabe for the time being.

“Thank you.”

“Let’s do this again! Maybe something about, say, a young man in bad company …”

He smiled at Cody, who was feeling even more nervous now. Who was this guy? He looked vaguely familiar.

 

“Yeah, of course I smoke. I’m a man, right?”

Cody was standing there in his cool hoodie and his wide pants that fluttered around his thin legs. Around him, there were some tough dudes that didn’t really look like actors … Well, maybe they were doing some method acting? The guy who had hired them for the show didn’t explain. Also, having it take place in a secluded area, but in the open … Cody wasn’t one-hundred-percent sure this was a good thing. Then again, the idea of getting caught … Maybe it did turn him on a little? Fuck. He adjusted the joint in his hand. At least, it wasn’t a crack pipe or something. The bigger men all grinned and made supportive gestures. Cody brought the lighter up and tried to make it work. It was one of those old-fashioned ones with the wheel. He turned it.

Tb-tb-tb.

This wasn’t working. Despite this being only for show, he started to blush. Of course, he knew how to operate a lighter! Of course! Yes.

One of the gangster looking guys asked:

“C, my little bro, you’re having trouble with that thing?”

“No, no, I’m fine. I just … my hands are a bit moist.”

He wiped them off his trackpants and tried again.

Tb-tb.

And lo! There it was. Fire.

“Yes! Here we are.” He put the joint into his mouth and brought the flame close. Just as he was about to light it, he heard a muffled bang in the back. He stared into the dark. Then one of the gangsters was thrown into the open, looking stunned and groaning as he tried to get back to his feet.

The other men tried to figure out what was happening.

“Did you see that?”

“What’s going on?”

“I … Who is that …”

His voice trailed off. Then a massive figure emerged from the shadows. The men stared. As far as Cody could tell, their reactions were authentic, or these were absolutely amazing actors. It was all very unsettling. The young man also noted that one of the guys immediately got a hard-on when he realized that this was Janice.

She was wearing some skin-tight jeans that were plastered over her muscular legs, some fire-engine-red pumps, and she had tied a short-sleeved blouse together under her giant tits, which wobbled provocatively with every step, their heavy milkiness evident. She had also tied her hair up with a red bandana and looked every bit the concerned but absolutely sexy muscle mom.

She rubbed her fist. Clearly, that punch had been more than just show.

Now in full view, she stood up straight, eye-to-eye with the gangsters. She pushed her fists into sides and glared at them. Seeing her like this made Cody almost cum in his pants.

“Cody, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at home? Tomorrow is a school day!”

Her words were so intense, he immediately fell into character. He hid the joint and the lighter behind his back, then yelped as the hot metal singed his finger.

“Uh … Mom … I was just about coming home …”

“Ah? And what’s that in your hand?”

Blushing and suddenly in panic, he showed her the empty hand.

“Nothing?”

“The other hand.”

Trying to play along, he returned the one hand behind his back and switched the lighter and the joint, then showed her the other one.

“Still nothing, Mom.”

“Don’t play games with me, Cody.”

“I’m not playing ga …”

He was cut off when she grabbed his hands and roughly brought them forward. The lighter and the joint dropped to the ground in front of him. She held both his hands in one of hers and crouched down, picking up the joint with pointed fingers.

“And this?”

“I don’t know! It must have been here before!”

“Oh Cody! What happened to you? You used to be such a nice little boy!”

“It was nothing, Mom!”

“I think I must teach you some manners, and not to lie to your mother! Come along!”

“But …”

She grabbed him by the ear. He yelped in pain as her strong hand pulled on him. The gangsters stared. What was going on? They were trying to process the insanity in front of them. Then the amazingly sexy amazon pulled the little man along behind her. Cody produced a string of squeals and was forced to follow her into the building.

Then, they ended up in the living room that had been set up. She guided him to the sofa, her hand still firmly on his ear, the pressure big enough to make tears stream down his face. She pushed him on the couch, finally releasing him. Then she stood up straight, towering over him.

“Cody, Cody, Cody … What is going on with you? You used to be such a nice little boy! And now look at you, running around like a common hoodlum!”

“But Mom! That’s just the normal clothes for young men now!”

“Not for my son!”

With these words, she grabbed the hood and pulled on it, causing Cody’s face to disappear in the sweater. He produced muffled sounds, but then, she gave it another pull, lifting the young man up in the air in his textile prison. He almost fell on his face as he slipped out. She had clearly caught his tank top too, because his slim, hairless chest was now on full display.

She stared at him, then said:

“This is … The pants too! You can’t dress like that!”

“Please, Mom! Please …”

It was to no avail.

She grabbed him by the leg and lifted him up easily. Cody was dangling upside down from his mother’s mighty arms. He produced a sad little squeak, then she started pulling the pants from his butt. The spectator watched the display and humiliation with intense fascination.

“Mooom!”

Cody tried to hold to his pants, but it was already over. He dropped out of them, flopping on the floor in his underpants.

Janice looked down on him past her giant tits and said:

“There. That’s much better!”

“Mom! You can’t do this to me!”

“I have to. I have raised an honest, law-abiding son, and I will not let him get involved in shady deals!”

She got down on her knees on top of him, her strong hands touching his slim chest. Cody felt her hands on his skin. They were so powerful, yet also gentle … He shivered with lust, taking in her perfume. He smiled blissfully as she caressed him, tracing the shape of his soft little pecs. They were hardly there, but she still gave him the attention he deserved. Her weight was resting on him, her mighty tits bearing down on him, her dark nipples growing thicker and plumper as she got aroused too. They were easily visible through the moist fabric, their shapes pushing against it.

She set her strong hands on his tiny shoulders, her massive palms encompassing them easily. He felt completely under her control. One of her hands now shifted to the back, disappearing behind the enormous pair of breasts. She moaned as she brushed against her sex, then he felt her strong fingers brush against his crotch. A moment later, she nestled on his fly, undid and then she pulled down his underpants, revealing his erect cock. Although it was tiny, it was rock-hard immediately. She smiled blissfully as she touched it, rubbing it with her strong hand. It didn’t need much and he could feel his pre-cum well up. His balls tightened and he moaned loudly:

“Mom …”

“I’ll have to teach you a lesson, young man. And the best way to do this is by making sure you pay attention.”

She gave him a wicked smile, then leaned forward and kissed him. Her heavy, muscular body was pushing him against the ground, her massive teats squeezing the air out of his lungs. Tiny droplets of milk were forming on her nipples. She started shifting back and forth, making him even hornier, her thick, muscular crotch rubbing against him. She was incredibly wet already, and he could feel her warmth and desire flash over him. Her muscles seemed to grow even bigger and harder, completely engulfing him. He managed to extricate his arms and set his hands against her muscle-packed sides, feeling her obliques shift and move under her skin as she wiggled her majestic muscle-butt.

“Mom … I … I … We shouldn’t be doing this! It’s … it’s forbidden!”

She just chuckled:

“I don’t care! You should have thought of this before you got all naughty!”

“But … Please! Mom, you’re so strong … Please let me go!”

She laughed now, flexing her muscles.

“Why should I? You should behave yourself! And if I don’t teach you how to behave, your disappointing actions will fall back on me. I can’t have that! I have a responsibility!”

“Mom …”

[El_Roy_1999]

Here’s a bit of a gothic horror story.

Succubus
Mildred is an ancient woman, weak and on the verge of death. Her son loves her in his twisted way. If only there was a method to give her a young body and prolong her life … Enter Megan, a weak young woman they hire as a caretaker … This work of erotic fiction contains female muscle growth (FMG), breast expansion, age regression, possession and incest. All characters are over 18 years old.

Get it here:

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1605117

This is the preview:

The mansion was crumbling gently, its ancient foundations slowly sinking into the soft earth. A soft rain pattered on the grimy windows and greyish light filtered in between the spider-silk curtains. The house groaned as it shifted, trying to settle its old bones into a more comfortable position. Deep down in its innards, primitive machinery banged, clanked and roared to life, pushing lazy warmth upwards through leaky pipes.

In the salon, Mildred Lancaster, stirred. She had fallen asleep again. Slowly, she raised her grey eyelids, her yellowed sclera appearing. She coughed. Her long, spindly fingers rubbed the grime from her eyes and she produced a raspy breath, followed by a cough.

She looked up, smiling at the portrait above the fireplace that showed her in her full beauty. The pale, soft skin, the full lips, the plump bosom, the long hair barely hiding her nakedness … She had this painting commissioned as Lady Godiva back in the day, and the artist had worked hard to do her justice. The poor man … He was constantly afraid of Mildred’s husband. Of course, a certain respect was warranted. When Godfrey had returned from the war, he had become erratic and prone to bouts of depression and sudden fury. Something in his mind had broken down under the strain, even though his body was as strong and fit as ever.

Eventually, as his behavior had become … irritating, Mildred began to gently direct him onwards. The man had eased quickly into the path she had figured out for him. He spent more and more time in uneasy dreams, barely getting out of his room anymore.

Mildred needed a heir, though, to make sure her claim on the Lancaster wealth, which was quite passable, would not be disputed. She acted accordingly, fixing the delirious Godfrey to his bed and … providing herself with his seed.

Was it really his? After all, it had been mostly useless in the man’s hands. Only through her choice did she give him descendancy.

Soon after, she fell pregnant. As the term closed in, Godfrey was no longer useful, so she dismissed him deeper into his dreams until he lost himself. The funeral was a quiet, personal affair, but soon after, she could celebrate the birth of sweet Edward, or Eddie, as the servants called him.

Eddie!

What an insult! Edward Lancaster wasn’t some hoodlum’s child or some milkmaid’s boy! He was the heir of the Lancaster name, the only one, and he deserved the best.

Despite the objections of the midwife and the doctor, Mildred insisted on nursing him herself. She kept him close, refusing to have some matron care for him. She would do it herself, and she would do it perfectly!

She read up on child rearing, and put her knowledge to practice, guiding him along, and making sure he knew of his mother’s love. He was to be the only man in her life from now on, and she would protect him and guide him to greatness!

Mildred eschewed the boarding schools and tutors common in her class, preferring to teach him herself. She learned the secrets of mathematics with him, she explored astronomy, physics, chemistry, philosophy, religion, and even the secret arts with him.

He was her one and everything.

 

When Edward reached the age of puberty, she realized that he would have needs. It was difficult for her. Other young men would be able to sneak out of dormitories to frequent some disgusting floozies, or would go after the chambermaids or the cook, if they were so inclined, but Mildred would have none of this.

As he started ejaculating, she dismissed the female staff so he would focus on his studies, and when she realized that he could no longer concentrate, she would ease him.

It wasn’t all that difficult. Even though Mildred’s experience with the marital arts was reduced, she read up on them and learned quickly.

Soon, Edward was exploring the limits of human desires with her, and it turned out that those limits were … guidelines at best …

Faced with the disgusted looks of some of the servants, Mildred dismissed them. She replaced them with … foreigners … who didn’t much care about what she did and just made sure everything was being taken care of.

 

Eventually, Edward reached adulthood. A doctor was friendly enough to have him dispensed from military service, and she could continue assisting him in his studies. By now, the young man had become a skilled mage, able to manipulate the sphere of the spiritual and the depths of the abyss with ease. He used his power to increase his wealth and build his influence, carefully venturing out into the strange outer world of business and academia.

The young man was an instant success, pushing on further and further, and yet, he always kept his mother at his side. Mildred kept in shape, using the advances in cosmetics and later in plastic surgery to maintain her beauty. She would go with the times, making sure that people who didn’t know about them would never think of her as his mother. Despite being seen as a bachelor, it was clear that there was only one woman at his side.

Then, when they returned home after a ball or a cocktail party, they would passionately make love, further and further descending into depravity.

 

And then, as with all things, time went along its path and Mildred could no longer keep up with her son. Despite her best efforts, she felt tired, her bones grew weaker, and even her harsh regimen of beauty care, personal fitness and specialized drugs was able to maintain an acceptable physique. She half-expected Edward to go his own way now, but no! He was a good son. He stayed with her, taking his leave from success and popularity and cared for her.

Still, the house was slowly but inevitably decaying. Edward, now in his forties, was still a splendid man, but the contrast to the family home was devastating.

Mildred groaned. Slowly, she got to her feet, her bony, shaking legs barely holding up her exhausted body. She walked to the library with small, insecure steps. Her body was bent by age, the vestiges of her attempts at youthfulness looking strangely out of place.

She leaned against the library door and managed to push it open far enough to step inside. Edward was standing at a lectern, reading in a grimoire with a magnifying glass. His lips were moving as he deciphered the copy of an ancient Sumerian spell.

He was torn from his concentration by his mother’s bony footsteps on the uneven parquet.

“Mother! You should have called me. I would have carried you.”

She coughed:

“Ah! I don’t need this kind of help yet, Edward. I can still take care of myself.” She approached the lectern and stretched her ancient body to peek at the text. “Have you found it?”

“I believe so. This text … Hubertus Pferdelieb von Liebeskunst noted its existence in the Opus Daemonum Dominationis, but it was wrongly bound into De Locis Sanctis et Profanis! If Carolus Struthio hadn’t mentioned seeing the diagram of a Sumerian demon circle in the book, I would never have thought of it. Now, here it is.”

She came even closer and started caressing her son, first his back, then his belly, then she moved downwards to his crotch, rubbing his penis through his pants. He sighed happily as his member stirred. With her cracking voice, she asked:

“And will it allow us to summon the being?”

“Absolutely. Of course, the preparations will take some time, but come the full moon, we should be able to perform it!”

He closed the book and turned towards his mother, undoing her robe’s belt, then cupped her heavy, tired breasts. They kissed passionately, then he picked her up, carrying her to a nearby divan. There, he placed her on it and gently spread her legs.

“Oh Edward, you are a good son, taking care of your mother like this …”

She felt his tongue explore her sex. Even though she was well over ninety years old, she still could feel the familiar exhilaration at her son’s worship. Of course, her frail body meant they could no longer amuse themselves the way they used to, but that would change soon …

 

The full moon came, and Edward carefully carried his mother up to the attic of the dilapidated building. He had already drawn the magic circles under the round window Mildred had had installed decades ago. It was leaking somewhat, but the sigils that were etched into the glass still held true. He had purified the room by slaughtering a goat and a black rooster, then had mediated within it for a week while fasting to prepare his spirit.

Now, it was time. He placed Mildred in the center of the eldritch symbol and asked whether she needed anything.

“No, my beloved son. Everything is fine. I will be able to bear this.”

“Good. Please be careful, Mother.”

“Haven’t I always?”

He smiled and began his chanting. The strange, ancient syllables rolled off his tongue, echoing through the dusty attic. As he proceeded through the spells, he heard faint echoes form, as if many voices joined in with him. Then, as the spell reached its apex, the voices no longer repeated his words, but answered his incantation.

He looked at Mildred, and saw her body writhe with pleasure as the magic flowed through her. The moon shone down through the window, the lines of its etchings dancing over her body. A shimmer of red and black appeared in the air, and then, his mother’s had lolled sideways, strange tongues emerging from her mouth. A deep voice, a bright voice, a chorus of syllables … and then, she sat up and rose to her feet.

Her whole stance changed, and he heard a sultry voice emerge from her throat.

“You have summoned me, Edward Son of Godfrey …”

There were strange flickers of purple-pinkish light emanating from his mother’s body, glowing under her skin, shining deep within her orifices. There was a strange scent in the air, sweet, full, and almost sickening. Edward was having difficulties focusing. He rubbed his temples, trying to keep his mind clear. Through half-closed eyes, he could see bizarre, slithering shapes rise from the summoning circle and flow up and down his mother’s ancient body. They seemed to enter and exit her body through the skin itself, leaving strange symbols glowing under it.

Edward managed to regain his cool and raised his hands, forming the Sign of Mastery as detailed in the Kitab Al-Abwab. The creature that possessed his mother shifted her old face into an amused grin that looked completely alien, pink flames oozing from the corners of her mouth. The smell that flowed from her body grew more intense, causing him to grow painfully erect. He could feel that his cock was stretching itself, becoming larger and thicker, his testicles smarting.

The grin was becoming disturbing. The creature laughed:

“You think this will protect you?”

The being ran his mother’s slim, arthritic hand down the body to her crotch, sinking the long, thin fingers into her, releasing a translucent flood of strange, liquid shapes that ran down the insides of her bony thighs.

“I bind you, Demon of Lust, by your name, Shir-Agan-Haz-Akham-Bar. I bind you by the name of your lord, Ashmedai, King of Demons, who was brought low by Solomon and made to build the Temple! As your liege was commanded by the secrets of magic, so are you! Your name is known, your sigil is known, you must obey!”

The creature laughed, a stream of plump, half-invisible worms erupting from Edward’s mother’s mouth.

“Oh, you poor, poor creature … Such a short time on this wretched planet, and you waste it on ridiculous works such as this! Why don’t you go out, find yourself a wife who will bear you plump little children, and raise them to be good and upstanding subjects of whatever king you serve? Wouldn’t that be better than to try and deal with creatures such as me?”

The demon laughed even louder, spewing pink fire on the floor, the musk that oozed from his mother’s skin intensifying.

“No! I want a new body for my mother! You must give it to her!”

The beast stared at the decrepit shape it inhabited and roared with laughter:

“I can give her to a worm’s body! Not one, many! Worms make for good bodies, you fool! They writhe, they eat, and then they die. Oh, and they make more worms.” The creature snorted, then added: “Come to think of it, they’re not that different from you sad images of the Creator! He must have a sense of humor to look into the mirror and find something like you in his splendor!”

Edward realized that the demon was playing for time. He couldn’t hold up the spells forever, and the longer the being would continue talking and wasting his time, the sooner it would break through the barrier. And then … He shivered.

Summoning all his willpower, he cast the command spell and said:

“You heard my order, you must obey. Give my mother a new body of our dreams! My Word is Law upon you!”

The demon fondled his mother’s empty, sagging breasts, ectoplasm dripping from their nipples.

“This is not what you want? Are you unhappy? Don’t you love your mother? You ungrateful …”

The being ran its tongue over its crumpled lips and gave him a look that made his heart beat fast. He focused again.

“You have your command. Fulfill it!”

The demon twisted the fragile body cruelly and said:

“Fine, I will obey … I will take your mother’s spirit and soul, and I will weave it into a new body. You’ll just have to prepare a fitting vessel for her. One that will please you … I’m sure you’ll manage that, won’t you, Edward, Son of Godfrey?”

“I will. To make sure you will do what I demand, I will bind you into this mirror. You won’t escape until your task is completed!”

The monstrosity chuckled:

“If you think this will help, my dear son …”

It laughed terribly, causing his mother to produce gruesome, inhuman noises as it was drawn from her body and directed into the ancient mirror on the wall in the study. From there, it whispered:

“Prepare the body, and be quick …”

 

Megan stared nervously at the gate of the mansion. This place was … intimidating? It looked like something out of a gothic novel. Or a Tim Burton movie. Okay, no. Less whimsy. More horror. She hesitated. It really looked as if it were still stuck in the 19th century, and not in a good way. The job centre had sent her there, hoping for her to get a spot as a personal assistant. She sighed. It was hard for her. The economy was difficult, and she found that even working as a cashier was difficult for her. She couldn’t bear the long standing at the register, and the constant contact with people exhausted her. Plus, she hated, hated, hated! their looks. Okay, so she was ugly. She knew. She was fat, she had bad skin, her nose was too big, and she looked all exhausted all the time. Yeah. She was a shapeless, disgusting blob made human, and her life was shit.

She would just ring at this place, have a job interview with the people in there, who were probably disgusted by merely looking at her, get them to sign her paper that said she had tried, and then, she was back to sitting at home and waiting for time to pass.

That was a plan, wasn’t it? She hated her life. Such a shitty outlook …

She rang. After a moment, there was an answer:

“Yes?”

“Megan Baker. I’m here for the job interview.”

“Ah, yes. Come on in.”

The voice had sounded warm and friendly. Maybe she had a chance? Did she even want one?

She walked to the mansion door, looking at the vegetation. Calling it a garden was optimistic. The place was overgrown and chaotic, with remainders of statues and decorative objects poking out among the weeds. The place seemed all soggy, and she had this strange impression of the ground clinging to her feet as she walked.

The door opened as she came closer, and the man that opened looked … handsome. Wow. Okay. Okayokayokay … Maybe …

To her surprise, the man didn’t even frown. Instead, he smiled warmly and said:

“Welcome to Lancaster House. I’m Edward Lancaster. The place is a little old-fashioned, and maybe not in the best shape, but I’m sure a young and charming woman like you will spruce it up soon enough.”

Megan was confused by his words. Was this some kind of a trap? Or a game? Or a prank? Why would a guy like that even be friendly to something like her?

He held out a hand and greeted her with a little bow, then helped her out of her coat and hung it on the rack next to the door. He smiled as he received her cap in turn and put it on top.

“Thank you, sir.”

“I’m sorry for the lack of personnel, but you know how it is.” She didn’t. He just continued, guiding her to the salon. “Come on in. I’ll get you a cup of tea. These old walls can be a little chilly.”

She stepped inside, nervous under the gaze of the massive oil paintings and the hunting trophies. In the middle of the brownish salon, there was an armchair, and on that sat the oldest, most decrepit woman she had ever seen. The crone’s lips shifted imperceptibly. Unsure of what to do, Megan tried a curtsy, which came across rather clumsy.

The old woman produced a sound that felt like a chuckle. Or a death rattle. Then she said:

“Good afternoon. You’re the new help?”

“Er … I hope so, ma’am.”

“You hope so?”

“If you would hire me, ma’am? Yes.”

The handsome man returned with a trolley and quickly served tea and biscuits. Then he sat down on an ancient récamière and said:

“This is my mother, Mildred Lancaster. You will be assisting her with her needs as good as you can.”

“Okay … You mean I’m hired?”

“I don’t see why not. The gentleman at the labour exchange told me you are trustworthy and discreet. As far as I am concerned, this is all that is needed. The rest will be explained as you work. Of course, you will be paid acceptably.” He gave her a number.

Megan blinked. That wasn’t much.

“That’s for a year?”

The man seemed a bit surprised.

“No? That is per month. Is it too low?”

“No. Not at all! This is perfect!”

“Very well, then. Of course, you will be required to live here for the time being, but you will find that this old house provides plenty of space. I guess you will make a home here quickly.”

Megan hesitated. Moving out of the flat share would be great, but this place … Whatever. If she managed to get through a year here, she would be set for a nice new start, and then, she would build her life the way she wanted.

“Alright! Ma’am, sir, I’m in. I’d be glad to work for you.”

The old woman chuckled:

“Splendid. Edward, would you explain her duties to our … Megan, was it?”

“Of course, Mother. Come with me.”

He got up and showed her around, looking at her heavy, clumsy body with hidden amusement. So this was the canvas they would paint his mother’s new body on …

 

A few months in, Megan was starting to feel strangely at home in the old manor. It was charming in its strange, gothic way. Okay, it also was kinda eerie at times, especially at night, but since everybody was treating her nicely, she assumed that the ghosts would be just as friendly.

Her bosses were good people too. The man was always perfectly charming and courteous, making sure she felt right at home and treating her with the utmost respect. Sometimes, she really felt like a princess! It was motivating to see her work appreciated like that.

The mother was just as great. Of course, she was always a bit grumpy and one had to get used to her rough way of treating other people, but once Megan understood the work that was expected of her, it was much easier to deal with the old woman’s way. Also, she was strict, but she was fair, and Megan never heard any undeserved criticism from her.

The assistant work was doable. She had to help the woman clean herself, prepare the meals, make the beds and take care of the house as far as she could. This was a bit difficult since the mansion was so vast and there were tracts that were never used and had been closed off years or even decades ago. Megan always thought about maybe going exploring once in a while and see what strange treasures might await there, but mostly, she was busy with work.

Right now, she was giving the old woman a massage. That was useful to keep her ancient circulation running. Megan had to be careful not to hurt the slim, tiny woman. The first time she had treated her, the woman had developed a bad bruise that had only disappeared after three weeks. Now, she was extremely gentle.

The old woman sighed:

“This is good. You are getting better and better at this, girl.”

“I am glad you enjoy it, Ma’am.”

“Mmh … My old bones need this. Yes …”

Megan’s hands passed over the old woman’s back. Ever since she had moved in with her, Megan was losing weight, slowly, but certainly. It had to do with the food. The Lancasters only ate the best quality imaginable, and insisted on a healthy diet for themselves and her. Of course, Megan missed the fast food and the snacks, but then again, losing a bit of flab was great. It was definitely an improvement and she slept much better too.

“Ma’am … May I ask a question?”

“Of course, girl. What do you want to know?”

“Edward, I mean, Mr. Lancaster … Is he married? Or divorced? Or … widowed?”

The old woman chuckled. Of course, that sloppy creature would want to know that, wouldn’t she? They were all the same! Get a maid or some other servant close to her Edward, and they would all get hungry and crave his love … And his money of course! And his name. They all saw themselves as little women in one of these disgusting romance novels! Getting their bodices ripped by the master of the house! It never failed.

“My son has yet to find the right woman for him. As far as I know, he has been looking for a suitable wife for years now, but none have ever been good enough. He has very high standards.” She smiled benignly. “That might be my fault. I may have set his standards too high.”

The ancient woman could feel Megan’s hopes fade. Ah yes. So easy to frustrate! No wonder this blob was going nowhere …

Megan nodded to herself. Of course. It was the worst pipe dream, wasn’t it? Marrying a prince charming such as him … No chance.

Suddenly, the old woman said:

“I must admit that I may have overdone this. Ah! If my Edward stays like this, I will never have any grandchildren!” She groaned as Megan eased a rough spot. “I should make up for my mistake. My dear Megan …”

“Yes, Ma’am?”

“If you want, I could assist you at this. Consider it our ‘girl’ thing …” Mildred was disgusted by the words coming out of her mouth. Girl! A girl was an unfinished woman. And now, everybody was calling themselves that! It was infantile and stupid. But if it pleased that creature …

“You mean you could teach me how to be a proper lady?”

“I can teach you. We will see whether you can learn …”

Megan felt a sting, but then again, the old woman was gracious enough to do this. She nodded gratefully.

 

Time flew by, and Megan was doing her best to learn. The old woman taught her how to sit correctly, how to eat correctly, how to speak correctly. It was a lot. She even had to learn how to walk! There was so much! The cutlery, the flowers, the handwriting! And all the time, she had Edward all close, being wonderful … It was motivating, to say the least.

The old woman had her start a diary and forced her to read books. This was just as difficult for her. She had read a few books at school because she had to, but she had barely finished them. Now, the crone literally quizzed her on her progress, demanding exact summaries and answers on her questions. It was tough.

Eventually, Megan was getting used to her role. She even managed to mimic Mildred’s accent, only falling back into her very lower-class language when she was out shopping. And even then, she was starting to sound overly posh. People reacted weirdly to her, unsure of what to make of this woman with the perfect manners and surprisingly correct pose, but the body of a clumsy prole. The whole look just didn’t match.

Eventually, Mildred asked:

“My sweat young girl, what is wrong? You seem rather distraught.”

The young woman sighed:

“I’m just a bit unhappy, that’s all, Ma’am. Thank you for asking.”

“Well? What is it?”

“I … I shouldn’t bother you with this, but … I’m afraid I’ll never be good enough for your son.”

The old woman hid a grim smile.

“In what way?”

“I’ll never look as good as you did on that painting. That elegance! That beauty! I just don’t look like that, and I’ll never …”

“Tut-tut, love.”

Megan was shocked to hear that word coming from the old woman. Did she really just call her …

“I think we should be able to fix that, girl. We don’t live in ancient times anymore.”

“What? How would you …”

“I would have thought you’d know about these things. You can get plastic surgery and get this fixed!”

“Oh … Yes, of course, Ma’am, but … I don’t have that kind of money. Also, I’m not sure …”

“Is it just the money? That is not a problem, love. I think we have enough to spare to make life a little easier for you.”

“You … you would … you would pay for something like that? I’ll pay you back! I … Just give me time!”

The old woman shook her head and made a dismissive gesture.

“Please. I am not a moneylender, and neither is my son. If we find a young talent, we will help it. And if a little money is all it takes, then so be it!”

“Ma’am, thank you! Thank you so much! I’m … I can’t believe it!”

The old woman just smiled. Perfect. Who knew that it took so little to make one of these sad creatures crawl at one’s feet?

 

Soon enough, Megan was introduced to a friend of the family who ran a very exclusive high-class clinic and of course also had some of the best plastic surgeons available. She was deeply intimidated by what was happening, trying to smile as the doctor was very courteous and friendly, taking a lot of time to examine her, and even to make some genuine conversation. Eventually, he looked at her face and body and said:

“It’s certainly doable. Not much of a problem, really. We’ll rework the jaw a bit, fix the teeth, maybe adjust the temples and the nose slightly, and pin the ears, and you’re going to look marvelous, dear. The lips are even fine as they are!”

Megan smiled in slight panic.

“But … isn’t that a bit much? I don’t want to change completely.”

“Oh, don’t worry. You’ll be recognizable after this. It’ll just be a more refined ‘you’, if you will. The face you actually deserve, not the one you were born with.”

He turned to the other surgeon, a tall, beautiful woman.

“What do you think, Béatrice? About the body?”

“It’ll be fine. She has great skin. I wish my usual patients had skin like that. Little to no scarring, a few stretchmarks, nothing difficult. We’ll go for a moderate set of breast implants, a simple set of butt implants, some liposuction on the inner thighs, and we’ll contour the whole body …” Her look made Megan all nervous. It was piercingly intense. “I’ll even make you a wonderful new box. You’re going to love the look. You’ll fuck like a working girl and look like a princess.”

Megan looked at her boss, who was sitting close-by in her wheelchair. The smile on the ancient woman’s face was almost encouraging, but there was something …

“Perfect. When can you start on my protégée?”

“As soon as you are ready, Ma’am.”

“Then please, Megan, if you don’t mind, we’ll go ahead, shall we?”

Rather nervously, Megan nodded. She wondered how it would feel …

 

Edward was lying on the bed next to his mother, caressing her naked belly and her sack-like, empty breasts. She smiled at him hungrily. They were together again for the first time in ages. After all, they could only consummate their passion when Megan wasn’t there. On the other hand, the strange separation they were going through was only increasing their longing, and watching the girl become more and more presentable was quite arousing too.

After all, Mildred could see her future vessel develop and change as she watched. The thought of regaining a young, beautiful body was incredible. It was so enticing, just thinking about it made her ancient sex tighten and moisten again.

He kissed her. The old woman answered hungrily, her tongue entering her son’s mouth.

“Soon, we’ll be able to enjoy this so much more …”

“Yes … I can’t wait, Mother …”

“I love you, Edward … I love you …”

She carefully directed him on top of her. He brought his rigid cock close to her vulva and entered her gently.

“Mmmh … Oh yesss … Edward … you are the best boy a mother could want …”

She moaned as he started to slip deeper into her. Their love had to be so gentle … She felt a pang of sadness. Soon, they would be able to be rougher, more intense, more alive …

In the twilight of the magical laboratory, the succubus was watching them play. Weren’t they adorable in their sad little love? The creature couldn’t help smirking. After all those millennia, those pathetic creatures still always repeated the same painfully clumsy games. The succubus felt its loins stir, its strange sexual organs twitching, swelling and changing. These two, however … they felt a bit different. In a good, promising way … Maybe it could work? Maybe … The creature started pleasuring itself as it watched them. Now that would be an interesting development that just might make being summoned to this disgusting world a bit more bearable …

 

Megan awoke from a strange dream. It took her a moment to realize where she was. She was feeling numb and confused. There was a lot of pressure on her head from all sides, and she seriously wondered what happened.

Then it slowly returned to her. She was at that clinic.

Oh God. What did they do to her?

Panicking, she grabbed the alarm and pushed it. A moment later, a very elegant nurse stepped inside.

“You rang, Ma’am?”

“What happened?”

“Ma’am, you had a set of facial surgeries. They went well, and you are already on the way of recovery.”

“I am?”

“Yes. It will take a few more days for most of the swelling to go down, but the doctor thinks you will be satisfied.”

“Oh. Wow. So it really happened.”

“That is correct, Ma’am. This should be the first surgery, and if everything goes well, the doctors will be able to proceed to the next steps soon.”

“There’s more?”

“Yes, Ma’am. This was the facial work. The next part will be the liposuction treatment, and then, the doctors will take care of your butt. The last step will be your chest.”

“Okay … I … I had such a strange dream …”

“That is normal, Ma’am. The drug we use does that. They’re usually rather pleasant.”

“I … I don’t know. I don’t really remember.”

“No worries, Ma’am. Just rest for now, and soon, you will be able to admire your new and improved beauty!”

The woman smiled gently and got her patient a cup of tea.

 

A few days later, the doctor declared her face presentable. The old woman and her son were summoned to the clinic and found themselves watching as the nurse carefully removed the bandages. Megan was very nervous. The clinic had a strict “no mirrors”-policy and her smartphone had been taken away at some point, so she really didn’t know what was going to happen. The ancient woman smiled, though.

As the last bandages came off, Megan was handed a mirror. She stared at the reflection.

“Wow …”

The doctor was standing close-by, smiling smugly. Megan touched her cheek. Oh God … She was looking amazing. It was still her, yes, but also so much more … She was looking gorgeous.

She breathed in sharply, turning her face from side to side, smiling, frowning, glaring, rolling her eyes …

The old woman grumbled to her son:

“When she’s done making faces, Edward, ask her how it feels.”

The son smiled:

“Just let her enjoy this, Mother. It was your idea, after all.”

“Yes, obviously. But still … She should be careful so she doesn’t damage it already.”

“I don’t think it works that way.”

He turned to Megan, who was completely enraptured by her new face, admiring the elegant curvature of her nose, her beautiful cheeks, her perfect chin.

“I trust you like what you see?”

“I love it! It’s amazing. It’s like a dream come true! Thank you so much, Mrs. Lancaster, Mr. Lancaster! I am so happy!”

The man nodded and shot his mother a glance. The crone nodded slowly. This was going just according to plan. She turned to the doctor.

“When can you continue?”

“I would recommend a month of resting, and then, we could get to work on the body sculpting and the buttocks.”

“You hear that, child? In a month, you’ll be back here!”

The young woman smiled blissfully:

“I can’t wait, Ma’am!”

 

Back at the mansion, Megan found herself constantly admiring herself in whatever reflection she passed as she worked. It was just too good. She loved this new face, and she couldn’t wait for her next day off to show it to her friends. Then again, maybe it was better if she waited until the procedures were all done. Also, the old couple didn’t want her to go out anyway. When she had to go to town, she was told to put on one of these face masks and some sunglasses. She found it a bit strange, but with the money they were paying her and the fact that they paid for the surgeries, who was she to argue.

Still, “the couple” …

It was odd to think of them like that. The woman was old and he was her son, that much was clear. And he did show some interest in Megan. After all, this was what this was all about. But whenever she observed the two of them together, she couldn’t help wondering …

They were probably just so used to each other, it was clear that a certain familiarity would eventually develop, right?

It did feel a bit off, though.

In her sparse free time, she liked to explore the mansion a bit. After all, should she end up marrying Edward, it would be her home, so she should be familiar with it. Besides, it was quite astonishing and a little spooky …

She imagined herself wandering the place at night with a chandelier, wearing a silky white dress that would float after her … With Edward being her strange, fascinating lover …

Megan giggled with excitement. He was a complicated man, both courteous and elusive … She wondered what he really liked.

That was also part of her explorations. Maybe she could figure him out?

There was another thing, though.

Sometimes, Megan had this strange sensation that there was someone else in this place. Someone different, an invisible guest that lived in the bowels of the mansion. A person that seemed to just have left the room as she entered it.

On occasion, she would smell a faint scent of some strange, indescribable perfume. A heady, strong flavor that was confusing and intense. She couldn’t explain it, and she couldn’t well ask her bosses, could she? Either they would laugh at her or think she was going crazy! She couldn’t afford that now. She had to stick to this and see where it led her …

 

Soon enough, it was time for the next step in Megan’s transformation, and Edward drove her to the clinic. Mildred was left alone for the time being. She had told them to go. After all, she was able to take care of herself for a while, wasn’t she?

Now she was rolling down the hallways of her mansion in her chair, taking in just how decrepit the place was. As soon as she would have her new body, she would spruce up this place and make it new! She would build herself a home that would fit her new lease on life …

She smiled, the artificial teeth feeling uncomfortable in her mouth. Sometimes, they did that. She reached inside and pulled the dentures out carefully. Disgusting. She couldn’t wait to have real teeth in her mouth again …

Suddenly, she realized she was being watched. From one of the decorative mirrors in the hallway, a strange creature was grinning at her. She felt her heart skip a beat.

Then she heard the honeyed voice of the succubus in her mind:

“Oooh … Don’t die on me yet … We still have so much to do, love …”

“How are you here?”

“I’m not, dear. I am still firmly imprisoned in this mirror. Well, in all the mirrors in this place. They’re connected, you know? Or at least, I connected them.”

The old woman growled a spell, directing it at the dull surface of the ancient mirror.

The succubus laughed:

“Don’t worry, love … I’m very happy like this. I won’t break out of this … yet. And I don’t want to get back into that body of yours. Sorry. It’s just sooo old! I’d be afraid to break something!”

The crone glared at the shifting beast in the mirror.

“What do you want?”

“What do I want? You know me, dear … I want everything. To excess. No surprises here. That’s why you made me come here. But I have a question for you, love … An important question.”

“Yes?”

“What does your boy want? It’s an important one. You want him. Fine. You want kids. Also fine, though I don’t see the appeal of having disgusting little humans that only care for their primitive cravings on the carpet …” The succubus seemed to shiver. “All they want is to be fed, to fart and to sleep. And a bit of cuddling. That’s not very interesting, is it? They’re like a necessary evil …”

“Stop this. What do you mean, what does he want? I know what he wants! He wants his mother!”

“Yes, yes, of course he does. But it’s always better to double-check, don’t you think? Just so you don’t end up being uninteresting to him once you’re in this girl’s body … Maybe he actually likes them old and decrepit?”

The succubus giggled. The old woman frowned:

“You know something about this?”

“I know nothing. I just learned to ask the better questions, love …”

Mildred stared at the mirror, but the creature had faded away.

 

After this discussion, the old woman grew restless. She had to understand what the beast had meant. The next time Edward was out and Megan was busy with her housework, she clambered into her wheelchair and started out of her room and to the hallway. The electric engine on the chair buzzed faintly, the sounds of the wheels muffled by the thick carpet.

Mildred couldn’t wait for that cow Megan to get her body ready. She longed to stand on her own two feet, to walk wherever she wanted, without pain or that disgusting feeling of helplessness. She continued down the hallway, even more annoyed than ever before because of the chair’s slowness. It was infuriating to watch the age-old musty décor pass by on her sides at a snail’s pace …

At last, she reached the room that functioned as her son’s office. She carefully opened the door and rolled inside.

The place was spotless, as she expected from a gentleman. Mildred had made sure that the idea of having a mess in his personal space was disgusting to Edward. The little boy had been very annoyed by it back in the day, but she had mercilessly drilled this into him, and it had worked wonders.

She looked around. If she were him, where would she hide her perverted little secrets?

It was a bit of a conundrum. There was little sense in hiding those things after all. Mildred had never expected to be in this room in her life, Megan wasn’t supposed to be here, and the anonymous creatures that appeared and disappeared to clean the house in the name of some uncaring company weren’t expected to judge. Besides, they were invariably exchanged for other, equally irrelevant brownish women.

Mildred examined the room a little further, then decided that the probable place was out of reach and out of sight for a normal-sized person. She rolled into the middle of the room, turned around and looked up. Above the doorframe, there was a shelf that contained a simple wooden box.

Ah.

That would be it. She smirked. Not bad. She had no idea of how to get there.

Unless …

She grunted and detached the cane from the little claw that held it to her wheelchair. It was one of these canes with a support for the forearm, and she despised it. She would have accepted a beautiful cane with an ivory pommel, or an officer’s pace stick, but neither of these provided enough support. So it had to be this metal and plastic abomination …

It would be useful now, though.

She extended its length to the maximum, then, holding it with both hands and resting it in the fold of her arm, she lifted it up and up, using its cup-like end to catch the box. Carefully nudging it along, she managed to scoop it up and then lowered it back down. Her ancient muscles were instantly straining. For a moment, Mildred thought the whole thing would come crashing down on her. The idea that the box would hit her on the head almost made her panic. There would be nothing she could do …

She cursed this ancient, broken body for the prison it was. Soon, she would have a new one, a better one! The thought made her feel all warm inside …

The old woman managed to catch the box and let it slide into her lap. Then she put away the crutch and carefully opened the box. For a moment, she felt a bit of dread of what she would discover. Peeking into her son’s and lover’s deepest desires was even worse than all the other stuff she was doing, wasn’t it?

She stared at the papers.

What?

Mildred shuffled the pieces around. That couldn’t be real, could it?

She felt sick.

That was what he was imagining?

Seriously?

The crone stared at the pictures. They had been accumulated over long years, that much was clear. The first pieces were simple drawings, in red chalk, charcoal or pencil. They weren’t bad and at first, she thought they were simple artistic nude exercises, but …

They were all muscular. Women. Women with muscles. The first ones were still simple and naturalistic, clearly inspired by classical art. She could see a hint of Michelangelo in some of them.

The further Edward had progressed, though, the more muscular and extreme the women got. They went from simple physiques one would find on farmer girls or workers to more and more artistic physiques. The later ones were absurd.

Few men had muscles like these. Very few.

And yet, those were women.

She felt a kind of panic rise within herself. What was she going to find next?

She shuffled further down the stack, and then she found it.

A series of photographs cut from magazines showing, not as she had expected, beautiful naked women, but instead strange muscular creatures. Bright colors, strange hairstyles, and muscles, muscles and more muscles! Those women looked completely insane.

They had these smug, powerful expressions, the swollen arms, legs and shoulders, the strong necks, the large, spherical breasts … It was all incredibly bizarre.

The further she explored the little box with the pictures stacked tightly, the worse it got. And then came the craziest part.

Mildred sat there, stunned.

Edward had clearly taken some of her photographs from her youth and had carefully trimmed the heads out of them, and then, he had stuck them on those absurd muscle-bodies.

Her throat ran dry. She could swear she could hear the succubus chuckle somewhere in the depths of her mind. Pale and confused, Mildred touched her ancient picture. This one, Edward had clearly attempted to color to match the skin tone of the deeply bronzed athlete. It wasn’t half bad.

And yet, it made her panic.

This was what he wanted?

This was the kind of woman her son desired?

Such a bizarre monstrosity? Such a perversion of nature? This?

She had to wait for moment to recover her breathing. Her heart was beating so fast, she was afraid she would die any moment.

That would be the ultimate insult, wouldn’t it? To be found with the proof of her son’s total perversion in her hands!

Then Mildred started thinking about this. This was what she always did in a crisis. Think. Analyze the situation, figure out a solution, and then deal with it.

In the end, this phenomenon was only natural. No wonder Edward desired strong women. She was a strong woman, after all. Maybe not physically, but Mildred’s force of personality and will was legendary. She was in control, she was sharp and she knew what she wanted.

So if Edward wanted this …

She carefully replaced the box on its shelf, easier this time, then she left the room. As she rolled down the hallway, she whispered:

“I know you can hear me, creature …”

The voice came instantly, almost behind her ear.

“Yesss … Did you like what you saw?”

“No. This is disgusting.”

“Indeed. It is. Isn’t it fascinating?”

“Hm. It’s disheartening. I never would have thought that Edward’s perversion would run this deep.”

“But, my dearest Mildred, have you looked at the mirror lately? Come on. You are both disgusting monsters, and what you are doing to sweet, innocent, naïve little Megan is even worse. And you’re not even ashamed of yourselves. It’s astonishing, really.”

“This is something different. It’s necessary.”

“Yes, yes, wonderful. I love necessity. Necessity is what really pushes humans to their worst! It’s amazing what you are able to do when you believe you see no other issue …”

The creature laughed disgustingly. Then it calmed down a bit and whispered:

“Don’t worry, my beloved Mildred. You might be a bit disappointed by your sweet little angel’s taste, but I can help you and I will. I will help you turn that soft, weak, sad little Megan into your son’s ultimate fantasy, and you will own her body. You will fill her up to the brim with your soul, and she will be perfect. A new vessel for a new woman! Your son will crave you even more, and he will fulfill your every desire!”

Mildred shivered. The succubus’ voice was so arousing.

“Imagine … You will be strong. Sensual. Alive. This body will not just be your tool, it will be your weapon to protect your sweet son from this disgusting, monstrous world that only tries to hurt him, to seduce him, to take him from you. And strength, my wonderful Mildred, is the greatest aphrodisiac! Strength, power, domination, control … This is the real key! Everything else is just empty. Allow me to guide you, and I will take you beyond your wildest imagination …”

The old woman gasped. The succubus’ words dripped into her ears, filling her mind’s eye with confusing visions of shifting bodies, swelling muscles, of strength and devoted love …

She sighed:

“Yes … Let’s do this … Let’s make him happy …”

The succubus laughed.

“We will, Mildred, we will …”

[El_Roy_1999]

The Simple Life

Time for a romance novel! Jake is a farmer in the mountains, going through hard times. Steph is on the bus to far away from the big city. They are both looking for … something else. Will these two people find love and companionship and overcome their troubled pasts? This erotic fiction contains male and female muscle growth. All characters are at least 18 years old.

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Jake looked up at the stable’s beams. The place where the noose had been had somehow lost its color. The place was ancient, having been built by his great-grandfather and his brothers over a hundred years ago. The wood was dark and hard, all the softness and fragility having slowly faded from it over the decades. The farm was like that. This was a hard country, and it slowly ground the people down. They would go on and struggle, trying to make a living from it. They would prevail for a while, but eventually, the gnarled earth would break them.
His brother and his sister had fled as soon as they could. They understood just how horrible this place was. Jake had understood what was happening, but he had decided to continue the fight. His father had urged him to go too. Not with words. This wasn’t a thing a farmer could say. But with actions. He had asked him to learn as many skills as possible, to give him a chance at another life. He sent him away again and again, hoping that he would find some anchor to which to cling.
When Jake’s mother had died, he had moved back. His father had insisted time and again that he could manage alone, but Jake knew what was going on. He stayed, helped him wherever he could and fought on.
As the situation got more dire, his father sent him away once more to talk to the bank and when Jake returned, with a slightly improved credit plan, he had found him.

Any sane person would have run like hell. Jake should just have packed his things and leave this godforsaken place. He couldn’t. He accepted the debts and continued. He persevered, working hard, breaking his back at this.
The thing was, he was a man built for hard work. He wasn’t too tall, but built like a bull, with huge shoulders, a massive belly and a heavy chin. When he came home after a day of labor, he would eat like a horse and fall asleep before waking up early and getting back at it.
Somehow, he managed to keep the farm afloat, although he was treading water.
There was just one thing.
He needed a wife. Any farm needed one. The bad thing was, the women had all left. All the way down to the valley, the only women left were the old ones who still fought on, and the few ones who had managed to get the wealthy farmers. All the others had fled to greener pastures.
It was bad.
The old women in the village talked about his fate and secretly prayed that he would find someone.
Online dating proved to be pointless. The moment the women saw that he was a farmer or checked where he lived, they dropped out. He managed to get a few dates, but by the time he showed them the house, they offered to stay friends or just disappeared.

Steph stared out of the window. The landscape had changed ever since she had fallen asleep. The city and its suburbs had long since disappeared, and even the little forests and fields had stopped. Now, there were majestic woods and huge mountains on both sides. She looked around and realized she was the only person on the bus left. Well, except for the driver. The ancient woman in front soldiered on, driving the bus up in endless serpentines.
The young woman had just picked a place at random. The one with the longest ride, preferably. To just get as far away as possible. From everything.
She got up, eliciting a grunt from the driver.
“Am I really the only one left?”
“Do you see anybody?”
“No.”
“Then you’re the only one, yes.”
“How long until we’re there?”
“An hour maybe. Fifty minutes.”
“And then the bus stops.”
“Yes, obviously.” The old woman glimpsed at her through the mirror, her tiny eyes still passively watching the curving road. “Do you even want to go to Scar’s End?”
“Uh … maybe?”
“Girl, I’m only adding this bit for you. I wouldn’t be giving the empty air a ride if it weren’t for you. I ain’t lost my heart to Scar’s End. Do you want to go there?”
“Yeah. I guess.”
The woman rolled her eyes.
“Whatever.”
Steph sat down next to her and asked:
“What’s in Scar’s End?”
“Nothing? A few farms, some woods, a couple of lakes. If you like it cold, you’ll be well served.”
“Okay. Yeah. Maybe that will be okay.”
“I’m driving up there once a week. If you get off today, you stay for it, understood?”
“Mhm. Got it.”
Steph wondered whether that was a good idea. Soon, she fell asleep again.

“Hey, wake up. We’ve arrived. Get out.”
Steph grumbled and looked into the old woman’s face.
“Where? Where am I?”
“Scar’s End. Get out.”
“Okay, okay.”
She got up and grabbed her bag, then clambered out of the bus.
Scar’s End was a sad place. There were a few ancient houses, black and squat, which seemed abandoned. There was a kind of general store and an equally old church, more of a chapel really. She didn’t know where to go next, so she just wandered about for a bit, hoping to find someone to talk to. The bus had already left.
Slowly, it dawned to her that she was in a ghost village, without food or even a human soul around. Shit. This was bad.
She continued her exploration, growing more and more unsettled. One of the houses seemed occupied, so she opened the gate and walked inside.
Suddenly, she heard a voice call for her.
“Where are you going, young lady?”
She turned to face the person that had addressed her and saw a tiny, wizened woman. She was standing by the side of the house, bent and old. Her frail shoulders were covered in a large shawl and she was wearing a scarf on her head.
“Uh … Sorry. I didn’t mean to trespass. I … I just arrived and … I’m looking for a place to stay.”
The woman grunted at her:
“This is no hotel. You can’t stay here.”
“I’m … I can’t pay much, but I can work.”
“Work? You wouldn’t last a day.”
“Hey!”
Steph was sure this wasn’t a good idea. There really was no point in antagonizing someone who might help her. Just as she tried to figure out what to say next, a pickup truck stopped on the road behind her.
Jake looked out of the window and asked:
“May I help you?”
Steph looked at him and sighed:
“Yeah, sorry for annoying you …”, she looked back at the old woman, “… but I’m looking for a place to stay. I can work hard for it.”
Jake looked at the woman. She was very thin and rather tall for a woman, and she looked quite lost. The long blond hair was rather unkempt and she seemed tired. She wouldn’t be much help.
“I mean … If you want, you can stay at my house. But …” He thought for a bit. This was a stupid idea. No sane woman would stay with him like that. To his surprise, Steph said:
“Okay. I’ll do my best to help.”
The old woman snorted and retreated behind her house. Jake opened the door of the car and said:
“Get in. I have to get to the store, and then we’ll head back.”
Then he chuckled stupidly and added:
“Oh, and I’m Jake. Jake Johanson.”
“Steph Moreno. Sorry for … I don’t know, being in the way.”
“You’re not. Relax.”
He drove to the store, called a number and soon enough, a guy showed up. He was a little shorter than Jake and quite massively overweight. They hugged, high-fived and awkwardly stopped when the other guy spotted Steph.
“Uh, sorry. Jake, who is that?”
“That’s Steph. She’s staying at my place until … By the way, Steph, what’s your plan?”
“I don’t have one. I just want to be somewhere safe, and I want to work.”
Jake shrugged:
“You heard her. Looks like I have a guest.”
The fat man laughed and replied ironically:
“You should open a bed and breakfast!”
“Fuck you, Aaron!”
“Fuck you too, Jake!”
They hugged again. Then Aaron unlocked the store door and they got in. Jake quickly told the other guy what he needed and once everything was there, he started loading the purchases on the car. To Jake’s surprise, Steph immediately went in and grabbed one of the bags and lifted them on the car awkwardly.
When he saw that, he said:
“Okay, get on the back and I’ll lift them up.”
“Got it!”
In no time, they found their rhythm and everything was stowed away. Steph had carefully arranged the bags and boxes. She climbed back down and Jake nodded. Maybe this woman would pull her weight.

The drive home took a while. Jake glanced over to her occasionally. Outside the car, the deep forest loomed. The whole situation was getting more uncomfortable for him by the minute. He tried to suppress it, but eventually, he had to say it:
“Listen, I can bring you to another village … or to the next town with a hotel or something …”
She kept her eyes on the woods.
“No, no, I want to work.”
“But … This is creepy.”
“Creepy?” She looked over to him. “How do you mean that?”
Jake gripped the wheel harder and replied:
“Well … We’re driving through the woods together, and I’m a big hillbilly guy and you’re a … hitchhiker?”
She raised an eyebrow.
“Are you afraid? Afraid of me?”
“Er … No. Not at all, I mean, I just … I … I mean, I kinda … It’s the plot of a hundred splatter movies, right?”
She chuckled.
“Okay. But what if it’s the opposite? What if I’m the terrible monster in a young girl’s body, ready to suck out the lifeforce of strong young simple men?”
Jake felt a shiver run down his spine. His knuckles went white on the wheel. Trying to sound casual, he asked:
“Are you?”
“YES!!! Gaaar!”
Steph growled and rolled her eyes to show only the whites. Jake barely managed not to crash the car. Then she started to laugh. It was a liberating, happy laugh. The laugh of someone who hadn’t had a good moment in a while.
At first, Jake was shocked, then he chuckled, and then, he fell in. They sat in the stopped car, guffawing stupidly and just letting the tension ride out. Jake laughed until he cried. Steph squeaked something about having cramps and whenever she looked at him, it got worse. It took them forever to calm down.
At last, they managed to recover. Steph wiped a tear from her eye and sighed:
“Wow. I needed that, you know?”
“Mhm. Me too. Wow.” He grinned: “I still don’t know whether you’re a vampire psycho killer, but I think you’re okay.”
“For a cannibal hillbilly monster, you’re fine too.”
They both took deep breaths, laughed again and finally Jake drove on.

They reached the farm by nightfall. It didn’t look too bad. In a certain light, anything could work. The main house was big, built for three generations to live under one roof, with a massive kitchen and a huge stove that could heat most of it even in the worst winters. Jake’s family had come here from Eastern Europe and they had known how to deal with bad cold. The stable, the various sheds, all that was … okay. Everything could stand a good coat of paint and quite a few things had to be repaired, but Stan had neither the time nor the money to do so. Behind the house, there was a large vegetable garden his great-grandmother had established and that had been tended over the generations. The plants that grew there were ancient, and although the yield was rather low, the taste was incredible.
Jake got out of the car and quickly showed Steph around. They unloaded the car, he drove it into the barn to make sure nothing went wrong, then they went to check on the animals. Jake had mostly taken care of that in the morning, but he wanted to make sure Steph understood what was coming up to her.
Deep inside him, he maybe wanted to sugarcoat this and maybe, maybe even get her to stay, but at the same time, he also didn’t want to get his hopes up anymore. If she accepted this, then he could proceed. It it was already too much …
Steph stared at the five pigs in the sty. They were big, heavy animals, slow and happy. The smell wasn’t too bad, but it was intense. She asked:
“Do they have names?”
Jake raised an eyebrow.
“Uh … no? I mean, they’re pigs.”
“Can I name them?”
“Sure. But … I don’t know, but you’re from the city. Will that be a problem with you eating them?”
“Eating them?”
He gave her a “well, duh” gesture. She pondered the question for a bit, then said:
“Yeah. I’ll think about it.”
He chuckled:
“Hey, sorry if I’m being this straightforward, but … I don’t want to create any false impressions.”
She nodded. In a way, she seemed to like this. He took her along, showed her the chicken, then the cows. He had two of them for milk, but they were no fancy five-gallons-a-day beasts.
“The big one’s Claire, and the small one’s Barbara.”
“So those get names?”
“We don’t eat them.”
“Ah.”
Walking back to the house, Jake added:
“So that’s the animals. There’s a field in the back, for potatoes and beets and stuff. But the big thing is the forest.”
“The forest? I thought you were a farmer.”
“I am. For wood.”
“Wood. Wood? You’re a wood farmer?”
He chuckled:
“Where did you think wood came from?”
“Trees, no?”
“Yeah. And someone has to raise those trees and take care of them.”
She narrowed her eyes. It did make sense. It was just … unexpected.”
Jake raised an eyebrow and continued:
“Anyway, the farm is going to shit. I’m up to my ears in debt and it’s very hard work for little to no pay, but if you want, you can stay a while for room and board.”
She nodded slowly.
“Okay.”
The young man was surprised, but maybe she would understand after a week or so.

The next day, Jake woke her up rather roughly. He had given her the master bedroom and after a rather slim dinner, she had retired and fallen asleep instantly.
“Hey, Steph, wake up. It’s time.”
“Mff. What time is it?”
“Five o’clock. Get dressed. We need to take care of the animals.”
“Uh … this early?”
“Yes. Either come along now or go home.”
He knew he was overly harsh, but he didn’t want to get his own hopes up.
To his surprise, Steph did get up. He handed her some dungarees, a shirt and some boots.
“I just hope they fit you. We’re going to buy you new ones soon anyway.”
She tried them on:
“They’re okay, I guess.”
“Good. Then let’s get to work!”
“No breakfast?”
“When we’re done.”
“Oh. Okay …”
And they were off. Again, Jake found that she was serious about it. They fed the animals, got some eggs, milked the cows and did a little prep work for the day. At last, they ended up in the kitchen. Jake got to work, fixing breakfast. Steph devoured the food he served.
“Wow, Jake, this is so good!”
“You think so?”
“Yeah! It’s amazing.”
“You’re not trying to make fun of me, are you?”
“No, seriously. I love it! If you eat like this every day, you gotta be a lucky man!”
He didn’t say a word, just snorting with amusement as he finished his plate. Then they got back out and returned to work.

[El_Roy_1999]

A story for the lovers of infectious masculinization and massive hunks!

Out of Control
Heather gets passed over on a promotion again! Despite her great work, the company keeps pushing useless guys. Tired, frustrated and angry, she disappears in her lab and develops some odd substance. As she wakes up the next day, things are getting out of control! This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth, height growth, hairiness and sex change. All characters are at least 18 years old.

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Heather Jacobsen was fuming. She was standing in front of the bathroom mirror at Spiral Genetech and she was struggling not to cry. Her makeup was getting very runny, leaving thick black trails down her cheeks. She had barely managed to hold it together outside. When the CEO had announced that she would not be promoted to lab head, instead picking that fucking idiot Clive Ascott, she had been able to nod, smile, congratulate Clive, thank the CEO for the opportunity, and had exited the conference room with all the dignity she could muster. Her voice stable, she had said:
“Thank you all for considering me, I have to take care of a running experiment …”
Then, she left and briskly walked to the door. As she closed it, she heard the men laugh and one of them commented:
“Now the girl’s going to bawl her heart out. I’m surprised she managed not to cry right here.”
This was met with laughter. One of the guys had interrupted the others and said:
“Hey, stop that. We shouldn’t hurt the girls’ feelings. They deserve all the respect …”
There was a chuckle, and then, they laughed even louder.
Heather had disappeared into the bathroom to hide her feelings, her face, everything. She clung hard to the sink and tried to control her emotions, but it was just so frustrating!
Just then, Clarisse, the cute little woman from accounting, slipped in and said:
“I just heard what happened. Are you okay?”
Heather was starting to shake violently.
“No. No … No, I’m not okay. This is not okay. This is not okay at all …”
She felt Clarisse’s soft little body against her bony chest. The short woman hugged her and was just nice and warm.
“I worked on these projects for years. For years! I made this company millions! Dozens, hundreds of millions. I worked day and night on these sequences! If I didn’t work here, we wouldn’t have Ximerax, or Angeno, or Imuton, or literally any drug this company has produced in the last ten years! And they wouldn’t even give me a seat on the board!”
She took a deep breath. The tears ran in earnest and Clarisse handed her a handkerchief. The tall woman looked at her with grateful, terribly furious eyes.
“And the worst thing is, I would have accepted that they didn’t give me the board seat if they had at least picked someone better. Not that there is anyone, but who knows? No, they give the seat to fucking Clive Ascott. Clive fucking Ascott. A man whose only skills are nodding and losing at golf! Seriously? Are they trying to ruin this company?”
“I don’t know, Heather. It’s politics. You know how it is.”
“I know. I know! It’s just so disappointing. I work my ass off. And all I get is a pat on the head, and the moment I was out of the room, they were joking about me. They were joking! I could hear them. They didn’t even wait that I was out of earshot.”
Clarisse didn’t say a thing. She just stayed with her friend. Heather sighed.
“I’m so exhausted. This endless dickfest … No one cares what they’re actually able to do. All you need is a shlong, and if you manage to be hairy and look good in the gym, they’re all happy. The world is yours! But if you dare be a woman …”
“It’s not like that … I’m sure you could just start your own company and be successful …”
Suddenly, the bathroom was very quiet. Heather looked at Clarisse with an air of pity.
“Remember Jenna Moretti?”
Clarisse’s face fell.
“Yeah. Okay. You’re right. You win.”
“Exactly. I win. I win at losing!” Her frustration had shifted to fury. “You know, my life would be so much easier if I were a man!”
The accountant chuckled:
“Tell me about it. I literally earn more than Thomas, and still, somehow, I have to deal with the housework. I don’t get it. And when I try to address the issue, I get grumbled at, and it’s more work to get him to do the chores than doing them myself. Plus, he breaks things in the process, which I then have to replace.”
“He sure has a way of doing things in a way so you never ask him again.”
“Oh yes.”
Clarisse took out another handkerchief, wetted it and started cleaning Heather’s face.
“If you figure out a solution for this problem, count me in.”
“Maybe I will. Maybe I will.”

That night, Heather was half-asleep in her lab at Spiral Genetech, wondering what she was actually doing here. Shouldn’t she be looking for a new job? This place was a dead end. Maybe starting her own company was too much, but Clarisse was right: She had to leave. Seriously. This was not getting her anywhere.
She groaned and looked out of the window. The campus was vaguely illuminated, and moths were buzzing around by the lamps. She sighed. She could probably find a new job easily. Of course, being recruited was better than applying. Plus, the Spiral Genetech guys would badmouth her. Especially Clive. He probably already had.
Leaving here was not an option. Not unless she had a new job all lined up. She took a deep breath and looked at the simulated molecules on her screen. This new tech was very promising. She had played around with it for a few months now. A quasi-parasitic delivery agent. It would be amazing for drug rollouts in remote areas or in crisis zones. One just had to insert some genetic code, and the delivery would be possible by air. Of course, it was all super-experimental, and she had no idea what it actually could do. There was no point in just developing a system to give everybody a rash.
She chuckled.
Then she looked back out of the window and saw her reflection on the dark pane. She had let down her long dark hair and taken off her blazer. Heather was tall, thin and plain. Now that her makeup was off, she looked even plainer. Always had. It felt as if puberty had just decided to skip her. No breasts, no butt, no nothing.
Being a man …
That was a weird idea. She grinned.
Yeah. If she were a man, she’d just be a gangly nerdy dude. Everybody would laugh, and he’d probably wear a bowtie. She groaned and said to herself:
“Heather, you’d be the worst man imaginable.”
She looked back at the screen. Then she had this weird idea. She started playing around with the program. Maybe she could just try something …

Heather awoke when the phone rang. She groaned and opened her eyes, then sat up. The sun was shining and it was obviously around ten o’clock. At least, that was what the phone screen told her. Oh, and Clive was calling her.
Reluctantly, she picked up.
“Hello? Heather Jacobsen speaking?”
“CTO Clive Ascott. There has been a report of a security breach from your lab.”
“What?” She looked around. She had a bad case of keyboard face. “I’m right here, and everything looks normal. I … I would have noticed if something had happened. I was here all night.”
She couldn’t really remember what had happened during the night. She had worked on … something.
“Ah? Alright. That explains it.”
“It does? Okay. I guess that’s good, no?”
“No, it isn’t, Heather.” She didn’t like the inflection of his voice. “A security breach is inacceptable. Just because you had a bad day yesterday doesn’t mean you’re allowed to goof off.”
“Goof off? I was working here!”
“Well, not anymore. Security is on the way to escort you off the premises. Pack your personal belongings. Do not take any company property with you.”
“Seriously? You’re firing me?”
“I’m not firing you. HR is. Goodbye, Heather, and good luck on your next job.”
She stared at the phone. What just happened?
A moment later, two uniformed guards showed up. She wanted to say something, but they didn’t actually care. When she tried to pick up her things, not that there were many, they instead just grabbed her and pulled her out.
As Heather was being carried down the corridor, Clarisse showed up and asked:
“What are you doing to her? Stop!”
The security guys pushed past her.
“Make way. Please.”
Heather tried to struggle and free herself, but the men were stronger than her. She said:
“Okay, okay. Let me down. I’ll walk. I’ll walk!”
Clarisse kept up with them:
“What happened?”
“Clive got me fired!”
The security guys growled:
“Please be quiet. Do not talk about company business. You have all signed an NDA.”
They pushed harder and Heather almost fell on her face. She was itching on her arm. Something had happened. Something weird …
Clarisse shouted:
“I’ll come and see you after work! Don’t do anything rash! I’ll be right there!”
She watched as Heather was expulsed from the building. What happened?

Clarisse arrived at Heather’s place in the evening. She had wanted to come earlier, but people at work had gone crazy and had decided they needed to review the accounting reports for the quarter, and wouldn’t stop. It had been exhausting, and Clarisse had found it impossible to concentrate. She tried to cut this short, but the whole thing spiraled into an endless debate on some details, and it wouldn’t stop!
When she finally managed to get out, she got an annoyed message from Thomas who wondered where she was and when she would come home. When she told him she still had to check on Heather, he grumbled and made annoyed sounds.
Of course, she had reacted by breathing out sharply, and that had been enough to make him angry. While she was driving to Heather’s, she had to listen to him gripe and complain.
She was thankful when he finally hung up.
The chubby woman groaned as she climbed the stairs to Heather’s apartment. Then she rang.
No reaction. Instantly, she felt a panic well up within her. What if Heather had …
No. This couldn’t be.
She tried to open the door. It was closed. Okay. Okay-okay-okay …
Clarisse nervously rang again. When there was no reaction, she went to the neighbor’s door and rang. A little later, an old woman opened. Clarisse explained her fear, and the woman nodded:
“Ms. Jacobsen gave me a spare key. Maybe try that?”
A moment later, Clarisse was back at the door and unlocked it, with the old woman nervously peering into the dark room after her.
“Heather? Are you there? Are you okay?”
She switched on the light. The first thing she noticed was the heap of fast-food boxes that was strewn all over the living room table and the floor. There was a lot of them.
“Heather?”
There was a loud grunt, followed by a deep rumbling sound.
“Heather? Is that you?”
She stepped around the stacks of trash and saw her friend lying there, her clothes rumpled and covered in food stains. Behind her, the old woman asked:
“Is she dead?”
“No … Heather, are you dead?”
The lying woman suddenly opened her eyes. She stared at Clarisse like a madwoman. Then she whispered:
“I may have made a mistake.”
“What did you do?”
Clarisse realized that Heather’s clothes were strangely tight all over her body. She could see the spaces between the buttons on her blouse, and there was some scruffy hair emerging. Also, was it just her, or did her face look different.
“I can’t quite remember, but I might have created something … something I can’t get back under control.”
“What are you talking about? Did you make a disease?”
The old woman gasped. Panicking, she asked:
“Are we infected? Are we going to die?”
Heather slowly rolled to her side, then got up. Her clothes creaked as she shifted her position. She seemed even taller now.
“Clarisse, you should close the door.”
She complied. The old woman looked absolutely shocked. Heather groaned. Her voice sounded deep and full. Without thinking, she adjusted her skirt. It was tight and it was uncomfortable. All her clothes were. Clarisse asked:
“Please, can you explain what you did?”
“I’m not sure, but I might have created a parasite that changes people …”
“Change?”
Heather fumbled on her skirt again. Then, she suddenly grunted and bent forward, as if she had a cramp in her belly.
“Aaaaah!”
She screamed in abrupt pain, and Clarisse and the old woman stared in horror as she doubled over and the back of her blouse exploded, thick, heavy, swollen muscles erupting and spreading. The transformation spread, her arms exploding through the sleeves, her shoulders breaking the fabric apart and the collar getting ripped to shreds by her rapidly expanding traps.
The transformation continued, her glutes growing too, hiking her skirt up a bit before blowing through it.
The old woman retreated in panic, while Clarisse’s body shook, her mind unable to process what was happening.

[El_Roy_1999]

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Love and Gain
Daphne used to be a serious contender as a bodybuilder. She just missed the last bit of talent and genetic luck. Now she has left this behind, trying to deal with the fallout of her roid abuse. Unhappy with her looks, she meets Andreas, who is into them. This erotic fiction contains male and female muscle growth, hairiness and gender blending. All characters are at least 18 years old.

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Daphne looked at her reflection. Yeah. She hated that face. Still, she had to deal with it, at least if she wanted to go out. She squirted some shaving cream in her hand and applied it to her upper lip and the sides of her face. She wasn’t going to have sideburns, was she?
She massaged her rough skin and then took the razor, carefully removing the faint shadow over her mouth and cutting down the hair that was growing out of her cheeks. Then she quickly shaved off the single annoying hair that had grown out of her chin. She wiped the remains of the cream off her face. That wasn’t much better. It just had to be done.
She rubbed her temples. Should she really go through the whole procedure, just to go out?
Daphne looked at the pots and pads of her makeup. It was a lot of work to turn her face into something presentable. She had to apply a good foundation to cover her skin impurities and the “pockmarks”, then she had to carefully contour it to make her jaw less obvious and to slim down her nose.
And when she was finally done with that, her face would look like a mask. Also, once she took it all off, her skin would erupt into one big, stupid red rash. It was so sensitive …
She sighed.
“Fuck this”, she said in her raspy voice. She took the styling gel and dabbed a bit on her fingers, then went to work on her hair, making it all spiky and cute. Then she looked back at her reflection.
Yeah.
So much for that.
She looked … weird. Masculine. Butch. Freakish.
Daphne just hoped she wouldn’t get laughed at. The laughter was the worst. The looks, she could deal with. The hissed comments too. But when people started to laugh, it hurt.

She was out in the street. Daphne tried to look inconspicuous, but not too much. More than once, the cops had stopped her for “looking threatening”. She could see why. She was tall for a woman, 5’11”, and her time as a professional bodybuilder had improved on her already naturally wide frame. With her hoodie and her track pants, she looked like the archetypal thug. She had tried dressing girly, and it had failed horribly. She had felt so ridiculous, she didn’t even dare leave her apartment. The nice baby blue dress was still in her wardrobe, taunting her every day.
The musclewoman checked herself in one of the display windows. So far, it was okay. She looked like a rather feminine young man with a bad case of acne. Not a very feminine young man, actually.
She turned back to continue on her path to the supermarket, but because of the hoodie, she failed to see the lady that was just passing her and slammed right into her.
Without thinking, she blurted out a loud “What the fuck?”, her aggression instantly spiking. The moment she heard her rough voice, she panicked, took a step back and whispered an apology:
“I’m sorry, I didn’t see you …”
The woman glared at Daphne with unconcealed disgust. She shook her head and walked away.
With a sigh, she entered the shop and took a cart. As she pushed it through the aisles, filling it up, she couldn’t help grinning awkwardly. Back in the day when she had competed as a bodybuilder, she ate a cartful of food in a week, now, it usually lasted her two or even three. It was so strange to remember her time as an athlete. It had all started so innocently …
She remembered competing in track and field to moderate success. No world champion, but definitely a contender for serious competitions. Her parents pushed her, especially her father who had been a champion discus thrower. Her mother was more into acrobatics, and Daphne was pretty sure she still harbored some animosity towards her because the pregnancy had ruined her career.
In the end, she was too big for acrobatics and focused on heptathlon instead. Of course, this too went to shit. She had a career-ending accident and spent months recovering her mobility. Once that was done, she had put on way too much weight, and there was no way she would get back to any kind of sports.
Happily, she got into rehabilitation, and that’s when she found her new passion. She started weightlifting, and soon enough, she switched to bodybuilding, using her mother’s training as a gymnast to amazing effect. In no time, she was seen as one of the future champions. She pushed on, climbing through the weight classes and improving on her body.
Getting out of the beauty contests was great, since even then, Daphne wasn’t in any way attractive. She always had a bit of a horse-face, and she hated it with a passion. Also, while other female bodybuilders tended to a natural hourglass-shape that they could improve by training their glutes and their lats, she was always firmly in the triangle section. Broad shoulders, slim hips. Sure, she could build her stature easily, but she never was feminine.
For a while, she thought about implants, but in the end, even the falsies she tried looked stupid on her. Instead, Daphne tried to go for bigger, more defined muscles and better posing. She just hoped the judges would appreciate the dedication …
Her career ended when she got marked down for being too unfeminine. Okay, she was on the roids back then, but so were the others, even the eventual winner. Helen Costa was just way ahead of her. Like a nemesis, if you will. Perfect smile, perfect face, perfect body, perfect tits …
Next to a woman like that, a overly muscular, burly, rough person like Daphne was helpless.
Frustrated, she had given up.
She stopped training, she stopped the drugs, she stopped the eating. The crash was terrible. Again.
This time, though, she had to go through it alone, and it was horrible. Her parents had been unimpressed by her choice of bodybuilding, especially after she failed to make a breakthrough. To put it simple, Daphne was no longer on speaking terms with them.

She finally reached the checkout. At last. Another shitty excursion into this idiot world ending. Of course, there was a line.
“Hi!”
She turned around. There was a dude, kinda tall, not too shabby, long wavy dark brown hair, five o’clock shadow, rather fit … Instinctively, Daphne reached for her cheek to feel whether the stubble had already returned. The skin was rough, but she couldn’t feel any hair.
Oof.
Hesitating, she replied:
“Hi.”
She shouldn’t have talked to this guy. It would end in a shitty conversation.
“I just saw you picked the same protein thing that I took too. You’re into weightlifting?”
Fuck. This was literally the problem with living in a smaller town. There was no specialized shop for that stuff and thankfully, the supermarket carried a few fitness things. That stuff didn’t spoil, although Daphne suspected that she was the only person to buy it. Well, apparently, there was one other person.
“Just to maintain my level. Not competitively or anything.”
“Cool! Me too. Do you go to the gym in town? I’m new here, so I have no idea what it’s like?”
“No. I don’t. I just do some stuff at home.”
“Oh. Okay. I …”
“Oh look, it’s my turn to pay for my groceries.”
Daphne was so relieved that the cashier was willing to take her stuff. What was this guy about? Her reaction had pushed him away for now. Good.
She quickly got everything sorted out, put it in her bags and left. As she did, she looked back once more. The guy was nice to look at, after all. Of course, he immediately spotted her and gave her a little wave. Daphne went crimson and hurried away.

Over the next weeks, she found herself running into the guy again and again. Was she actually trying to meet him? She did notice that she found more and more opportunities to go out lately …
Still, every time she saw him, she anxiously looked away. If that wasn’t possible, she managed to say a few words, blushed, and tried to get back out of the way. The idea that he would get a good look at her and instantly reject her was terrifying.
Daphne even tried the dreaded dress on again, but no. That thing was impossible. It was just not her at all.
And then, out of nowhere, he addressed her.
Just like that.
Again.
“Hi! We seem to be running into each other all the time lately, don’t you think?”
Daphne was just at the hardware store to buy a new frame for the aging bug screens in her bedroom. She smiled awkwardly and wanted to turn away and run, even without that frame.
Just as she was trying to escape, the guy said:
“Wait, stop. Please. Please just let me tell you my name, okay? It’ll make things less awkward when we don’t talk to each other the next time.”
She groaned and took a deep breath. Then she managed:
“Okay …”
She desperately tried to keep her voice down so he didn’t get spooked right away.
“Alright. I’m Andreas. Andy.”
She nodded:
“Okay. Got it. Andy.”
She wanted to head for the exit.
“Now you have to tell me your name.”
“I do?”
He nodded and smiled. There was some amusement in his voice. She rolled her eyes:
“Okay. It’s Daphne. Happy now?”
“Very happy.” She was surprised that he didn’t even react with skepticism at hearing a female name. “Soooo … Daphne. Now that we know each other by name, what do you think of coffee? You just get your stuff here sorted out, and we’ll go to the nice café on the plaza over there.”
“Uh …”
“I insist.”
He grinned. Man. The guy was attractive.
“Fine. Coffee.”
“Coffee.”

The café turned out to be great. Andy got them a table a bit on the side, which meant that the waitress took some time to notice them, but at the same time, Daphne felt better with not being too exposed. Andy took care of all the talking and got them two cups of coffee, black. Once they had them, Daphne mumbled a “Thank you”.
“No problem. I just hope it’s good.” He gave it a taste. “Okay, it’s … alright.”
“I think it’s fine. It’s not the best coffee I ever drank, but … I like it.”
“Okay, now you gotta tell me: What is the best coffee you ever drank?”
She blushed.
“Weeeell … Back in the day when I was still competing … I really got into coffee. It’s either that or cigarettes and … Yeah. So I taught myself to make some pretty wicked coffee.”
He grinned:
“You know what that means, Daphne.”
“What? What does it mean?”
He chuckled:
“It means you have to invite me for coffee.”
“Are you always this straightforward?”
“Only with women I like.”
She breathed out sharply and smirked.
“Oh, come on. Are you for real? Is this a joke?”
She was unsure. At the hardware store, he had helped her pick out the various bits and pieces for the screens. They had talked a bit and joked a little. Ever since Fifty Shades of Grey, going to the hardware store with a guy always had this weird energy …
Still, she couldn’t believe that this guy was actually interested in her.
“A joke?”
“Yeah. Usually, it’s a prank or something. Some guy showing up and being all interested, and then, I end up on some video, getting laughed at. I fell for it twice, so obviously, that’s not a sign of me being too smart …”
He cocked his head:
“Could you stop selling yourself short? I mean, yes, you’re not a conventional beauty. That’s obvious. But that doesn’t mean you can’t be an unconventional one.”
“Okay, now you’re messing with me. Are you seriously suggesting you think I’m beautiful?”
“I’m a bad judge of beauty, but you’re certainly attractive.”
She pulled back the hood of her jacket. Her short, bristly hair and her strong jaw and chin were now fully visible. She glared at him:
“Seriously? Are you sure you don’t need to get your eyes checked? Or are you just trying to deal with the fact that you’re gay?”
He grinned then came closer, gently setting his hand against her chin.
“Let me ask you a question, Daphne … Are you straight?”
“Yeah … I’m into men.”
“Are you into all men?”
She jerked her head back a bit:
“Of course not …”
“Same with me. I like women, but not all women. Women like you … I like.”
She shivered. He was close to her, he was gentle, he was charming, he was hot …
“But … Come on …”
“It’s just my opinion, but that’s what counts, don’t you think?”
He leaned back and took another sip of coffee.
“So, about that special coffee …”

It still took them a bit of time to get together. Andreas came over to her place and assisted her with the construction of the screens, which was mostly nice and did end with him getting a taste of the special coffee. He loved it. Daphne hadn’t oversold it. It was just amazing.
The next time, they went on a long walk together, far from everybody, just enjoying nature and talking about everything. It was very relaxing, and Andreas understood just why she was so uncomfortable with her looks. It was tough, but the idea of her roiding up … it just turned him on. Still, since he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, he tried to act as if it didn’t do anything to him.
Daphne enjoyed this time together. Andreas was a nice guy, respectful, clean, handsome … He was actually interested in her, and they even had things to talk about. They were both rather on the nerdy side, and talking about fantasy literature and TV series was great for them. Having him answer the “What is best in life?”-quote from Conan the Barbarian made her giggle.
It was so nice … She was falling in love with him. This wouldn’t be an intense, passionate love, but a slow, careful approach, one that would take its time, but probably last all the longer, like a hearth fire slowly growing from a small kindling.
The thing was, though, that Daphne was afraid. He was too perfect. There was probably some terrible perversion or monstrosity lurking in this man. It just couldn’t be true. There would be a reckoning, some insane confession, and it would all blow up in her face. She just had to stay at a distance …
For Andreas, it was just as difficult. He liked her a lot, her sharp, sarcastic sense of humor, her wide knowledge of weird stuff, her coffee … but he could feel the crushing insecurity and the desperation she felt at trying to be feminine and failing dismally. At the same time, he couldn’t just come out to her and just say: “Hey, Daphne, don’t worry. You being all masculine and butch turns me on. The actual thing you hate about yourself is why I love you. Also, I am not a pervert!”
It was unbearable. She kept covering up, hiding her physique, but whenever she made certain movements, he could see the suggestion of her muscles. She was clearly buff, but she wouldn’t let him see. Maybe he could ease her into it?
He suggested to work out together once, and she had immediately blocked the idea. That’s when he had an epiphany.
“Saaay … Since you know your way around the whole training business …”
She glowered at him:
“I already told you …”
“You do work out at home, don’t you?”
With a slight sound of exasperation, she replied:
“I do, but that’s just to maintain my basic fitness.”
“Well, I would like to get a bit fitter.”
“Andreas, you’re in excellent shape.”
“There’s always room for improvement. Look at these puny arms!” He grinned and flexed his nice biceps. It was nothing compared to her peak level, but still perfectly fine.
She rolled her eyes.
“What I’m saying is: Would you grant me a personal training session? Just show me how to be better at this.”
“Andreas, I really like you, but … I don’t want to do this in front of you.”
“Hey, I’m not saying you’ll work out. Just me, and you assist me and teach me.”
He smiled and gave her his best look. She sighed:
“Okay. If you insist.”
“I insist.”
She groaned and reluctantly accepted it.

Andreas rang. There was some scuttling inside, and then, a rather stressed-looking Daphne opened the door.
“Hey. Uh … You’re right on time.”
“I try to. Should I take a little walk and come back later?”
“No, no, it’s fine. I just … Come in.”
She held the door for him and took the opportunity to check out his butt. Always nice to see a cute butt. Then she directed him to the basement.
“I have my equipment down there. It’s not creepy at all.”
He chuckled:
“Until you said that, it wasn’t.”
“It still isn’t. Come on.”
She walked down the stairs and Andreas was supposed to find a well-equipped gym. As she noticed his look, she said:
“I kept the machines and the weights. they’re still useful even if I just train to stay fit.”
“Got it.”
“Alright, enough chitchat. Get changed, and we start.”
“Okay. Should I go back up?”
“I don’t care. I’ll look away.”
He smiled and went to a corner. She peeked anyway. Nice …
Once he was ready, she started his workout. Andy was surprised. Her advice really made a difference. He had worked out at the gym for over a decade now, but this stuff was pure gold. Also, training like this was way more challenging. In no time, he was covered in sweat. Daphne was hard on him. She didn’t let him do any tricks or shortcuts, constantly adjusting his stance, reminding him to focus and correcting his grip.
By the time they were done, he was hot, exhausted and feeling pumped. He admired his muscles in the mirror.
“Holy … Wow. Thank you … That was amazing.”
She smiled. Then she added:
“There should be a massage to go with it.”
“Would you?”
“Do you want it? It’ll hurt like hell.”
“I guess? Please.”
She grinned evilly.
“As you wish.”

By the time they were done, Andreas was smarting all over. He was also terribly horny.
Daphne smiled, feeling her clit pulse in her panties. Oh God … What did she do? She hadn’t touched another person like this in forever, and now … she was incredibly turned on. And Andreas didn’t seem to mind her looks or her ways at all. No. He seemed to love them.
This was so wrong. She was getting terribly nervous again. Running her strong hands over his skin, loosening his muscles, kneading them, hurting him to make him grow …
Now she missed this for herself …
What was going on?
Was she going crazy? Was this some kind of dream? Some insanity that was welling up from her subconscious?
He looked at her and she wanted to look away, but then, he said:
“That was incredible. I love this … I love you.”
The blush went up to her ears.
“I might also love you … But …”
“Enough with the ‘but’. Can we go upstairs?”
“Yeah … To do what?”
“You know it.”
“I do?” She corrected herself. “I do. Yeah. Come with me …”
He chuckled.
“You’ll have to help me.”
“Oh. Yeah. I get it.”
She assisted him on the way back. As they climbed the stairs, he said:
“I think you’re going to be on top for today.”
She giggled nervously. Then he gave her a sleezy grin and lifted an eyebrow ironically:
“Though I have one muscle that is still available …”
He stuck his tongue out at her and she snorted.

Over the next weeks and months, their relationship deepened. Despite their mutual nervousness, they adored this. It was their time together at the gym that really brought them together. Every day, Andreas would come to her home, they would work out together, pushing each other harder and harder, then they would move upstairs and amuse themselves. Sometimes, they were a bit too exhausted to actually fuck, but just lying next to each other on the drapes and talking was just as amazing. Also, the two would cook together, slowly shifting their nutrition to a more protein-focused style. After all, nice bodies needed a lot of building materials.
To Daphne, this was incredible. She had never expected to find such a man again. No, strike that. To find such a man, and that was it. He wasn’t grossed out by her strange face. He wasn’t annoyed with her muscles. He didn’t even mind her body odor and her larger clit …
He was just happy to be with her and he was very, very horny for her without being creepy about it. Also, he was taking good care of his looks and he really put in the work when they worked out.
That was another thing: Since they started working out together in her basement, he was getting bigger, more muscular and more defined. That was a great look.
But so was she. For the first time in years, she was building her body again, and it seemed as if it had only been waiting for this. To her surprise, she went through a literal muscle growth spurt, recovering quite a bit of mass and moving back into the proximity of lightweight bodybuilding.
She loved it.
Daphne wanted to hate it, but she just couldn’t. After years of hating her talent, she was accepting it … well … a little. It was great. She still had to hide when she went outside, even more so than before, but she did enjoy the moments when she was at home with Andy.

This was all fine and well, but it was just terribly unofficial and, for all purposes, not serious. They were having a great time, they were in love with each other, but neither of them had yet made a move. Then, one day, after a particularly hard workout and the following equally brutal massage, Andreas grinned at her on the bed and said:
“Daphne?”
“Yes?”
She smiled at him in the soft light of her bedroom. The afternoon sun was shining through the blinds, and their freshly showered bodies were feeling a little cool, ready to warm up in a moment.
“I … Whoa. You know how it is … You prepare for a thing for days, and then, when it’s time to shine, you choke …”
“Happened to me once on stage. Yeah.”
“This is a little less public.”
“Oh?”
She raised a bushy eyebrow. Her heart was starting to beat a bit faster. The cool air was making all those little hairs on her naked skin stand up. She had stopped depilating a while ago, and while she was hairy and it was visible, she didn’t feel uncomfortable with it. Well, not too uncomfortable anymore.
“Okay, here goes. I have two questions to ask you.”
“Please, go ahead.”
She started to grin.
“Daphne … Will you marry me?”
She seriously didn’t want to, but she found herself blushing up to her ears. She wanted to answer right away, but her voice broke a bit, making it difficult for her to say something. Instead, she produced a croaking sound, blushed even worse, then nodded furiously. She didn’t want this opportunity to pass!
As she recovered, she managed a very soft “Yes, I do!”
Andreas reached behind him on the nightstand and brought a little box close to her, then popped it open. There was a simple steel ring in it, a bit on the broad side, with a coiled pattern wrapped around it. She looked at it and he said:
“I thought about getting you a dainty little thing with a jewel on it as an engagement ring, but then I thought it would probably look weird on you. So, if you don’t mind …”
He took it out and she held out her finger. He put it on her ring finger and smiled. She admired it.
“I love it!”
“Oof. I’m so glad … I was afraid you’d say no …”
“Me? Say no to a man like you? Have you looked at the mirror lately?”
She caressed his strong chest.
Now it was his time to blush. She climbed on him, taking his cock and giving it a final rub to make it hard, then carefully started rubbing her pussy against it.
“Mmmh …”
He moaned as his hands went up her trim waist, up to her lats. As she made herself hornier and hornier, she asked:
“What was the second question?”
Andreas hesitated for a moment. The situation was too good to spoil it … But he just needed to say it.
He sighed.
“Okay … Please, don’t take it the wrong way, okay?”
Daphne slowed down. She was looking a bit insecure. What was going on? Was he … unhappy with her looks? Was this all an elaborate play to get to … something?
“What do you mean?”
He took another deep breath:
“I really enjoy working out with you.” She nodded slowly. “I enjoy how my body is changing.” She nodded even slower. “I also love how your body is changing.” She could feel a terrible tension growing inside her. “The thing is …” She was starting to feel crestfallen. What was he going to say now? “… I’d love to get bigger. Me. You. To really get into bodybuilding. To get huge. Both of us. Together.”
She stared at him. She was having massive problems processing this. What was he talking about? Was he serious? Was this a prank? A joke? Something she didn’t get?
Finally, she blurted out:
“What?”
He smiled, still very, very nervous.
“I … I love you. I love your muscles, your look, your style, your hair, your big clit, your voice … everything. It’s amazing. And I want more. And I want it with you. I want to get big and muscular, and I want you to get massive too …”
“But … You’re amazingly buff as you are!”
“Yeah … Not quite. I mean, this is cute.” He made a gesture at his broad chest. “But it’s not much. And it’s certainly not too much. I want to get enormous. And I want you to come along and be gigantic with me. You know, bigger than ever. Heavyweight. Or even beyond that.”
Daphne was obviously shocked by this revelation. It was quite tough to process. Then she felt his hand on hers, touching her ring.
“I want this for the both of us because I love you, and because after months of training with you, I know you love muscles on yourself too. I understand why you wouldn’t be able to live it up until now, simply because society wouldn’t tolerate this, but … together, we could do it.”
“Andy … this is … it’s … I … But I … I just … I couldn’t …”
He kept smiling a little awkwardly, running his hands over her shoulders, along her arms.
“But … the side-effects …”
Now he grinned.
“You’re already thinking about it, aren’t you? I know that big, nerdy brain of yours. You’re running a plan on how to do it, right?”
She blushed.
“Come on, it’s … you can’t say something like that and expect me not to think about it. It’s like not thinking about the pink penguin.”
“The pink penguin?”
“You’re thinking of the pink penguin right now, aren’t you?”
He laughed.
“You got me.”
“Same with me. You can’t go on talking about getting massive in front of me and expect me not to figure it out.”
“And are you figuring it out?”
She gave him a sheepish look.
“I am.”
“There you are. So … are you in? Get huge, get married, us against the world?”
“And you’d be okay with the side effects? For you, it’s just going to be hair loss …”
He interjected:
“I’ll just shave it all off.”
“… bad skin …”
“I’ll have a wonderful wife to clean my back.”
“… bad temper …”
“Nothing a nice blowjob wouldn’t fix.”
She rolled her eyes.
“You might find it difficult to get a hard-on once you get off the roids!”
“I don’t plan to, and besides, how could I not be hard with a wife like you!”
She punched his chest. He felt her strength.
“Stop being stupid. This is serious. You must know that this will do weird things to me. I’m going to look really mannish. No more breasts, no more softness.”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
“I’m going to get hair all over.”
“Again, I would love it.”
“My voice … This is going to sound dainty next to what’s coming.”
“Bring it. I’ll sing a nice bassy duet with you at our reception.”
“My face is going to look all weird.”
He just shrugged.
“Cool.”
“How … How can you be such a pervert, Andy?”
He rolled over with her and let his weight bear down on her.
“Takes one to know one, Daphne. Because I think you’re already sold on this, aren’t you?”
“Yeah …”
“I knew it.”
They kissed.

[El_Roy_1999]

A classic fmg story, if you wish!

Tall Order
After her career as an organic chemist broke down, Carol tries to stay afloat as a cleaner. At the company she’s working for, she finds a very surprising project that just might make her body grow and regain her confidence … This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth, height growth and breast expansion. All characters are at least 18 years old.

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https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1579037

Enjoy the preview!

Carol looked at her phone and sighed. Another message from work! She rubbed her temples. The last thing she needed now was another schedule change. She hesitated for a moment, broke off another piece of chocolate and unlocked the device.
Of course.
The cleaning company was okay, at least mostly. There was little pressure except to work quickly and to make sure everything was done correctly. Nothing compared to her time as a college professor. The constant dog-eat-dog attitude there had finally broken her. “Publish or perish” was one thing, the way those jobs worked really just meant that you had to have a loving, doting wife at home who would clean up after you and bring you warm food if you had to work late, or just all through the night. She had done her best to keep up on her own, but finally, she had broken down.
It was one of these “everybody’s doing it”-problems. She should have known better. She knew better! But still, she needed those points, she had to have something to show, and well, what else could she do? It had been her last shot at tenure. A top-level article to round off her career, and then, a nice job for life, doing what she loved to do.
Organic chemistry research was an intense field, and whoever managed to achieve a breakthrough was safe. So she adjusted some results a little. She thought she was very clever. Just some tiny changes, possible, realistic, believable … She even suggested in her article that this needed further research. She had primed the project well, though, and of course, the journal gobbled it up. She got her paper published, the citations came in, and she was hailed as a genius, as the new rising star, despite her forty years. The idea was just amazing, and it worked!
Of course, it actually didn’t. It just looked as if it did.
It hadn’t taken long for first doubts to appear. By that time, she had already set up the necessary patents, and the college was very happy with the money coming in. There were a lot of nice, flattering articles in newspapers, she had interviews with both scientific media and regular TV stations and internet news.
The excitement had been palpable, and even though she hesitated at first, she finally fell for her own stupidity. She dropped all pretense of this being “possible”, “just a first model” and “something that needed further research”.
Now that she thought about her attitude back in the day, she was disgusted with herself. But she had started to believe her own hype.
By the time the doubts had spread, and she was questioned on her methods, it was too late. She got defensive at a hearing when confronted with the data and the manipulation, and then, it all came crashing down.
She even managed to get her face on one of the big news magazines.
It was over. The disgrace was total. The college immediately terminated all her contracts, the companies that had bought the patents sued her, she lost her home and had to file for bankruptcy. In a matter of weeks, she was out of a job, homeless, and unhireable. The same people that had cheered for her genius now distanced themselves from her and declared her as a persona non grata. They always knew what she was up to! They just played along! They were being pushed along by the mainstream! It had always seemed fishy!

Desperate, Carol had changed her name to her mother’s maiden name, and had moved to a new town, far from the capital. She just wanted to start anew.
And now, she was Carol Boyle, a tired woman in her mid-forties, working for Sparkle BV, a specialized cleaning company for businesses.
Soon after, she arrived at B-Tech and checked in with the guard. Once inside, she quickly got changed into her cassock and took out her pearl earrings, the only things left from her short stint at a glamorous life. Carol had grown plump from the irregular work and the night shifts. One just ate random stuff at unusual intervals, and sleeping wasn’t always easy. She had never much liked her figure, but lately, her clothes were getting tighter and tighter, and she despised herself for her lack of focus and restraint.
She adjusted her large, curly bun and smiled at herself in the mirror. The round glasses still gave a semblance of intellectual brilliance to an otherwise boring face. Okay, courtesy of her mother, she had light tan skin, and through a coincidence, she had this beauty mark, but … it didn’t work. She was painfully single, even though she had tried to finally date someone after her life fell apart. In a strange way, she realized she had sacrificed everything for her scientific career, and it hadn’t paid off at all.
Other women her age were on their way to be grandmothers, to have a cozy job at some company, or to just be happy with some nice dude. She had nothing. And now that she was there, she wondered whether her search for scientific results had ever meant anything.
Bah. Enough frustration.
She tied a scarf around her hair so it wouldn’t get messy and got to work.

Seven hours later, she was approaching the end of her round. She was tired and unhappy. The guys who worked here were real pigs. In the lunch room, there had been so much grime … it was sickening. Now she just had to finish up on the labs, and then, finally, she could go home and relax for a bit. She entered the lab and felt a shiver run down her spine. This was all so familiar … She caught herself smiling. Okay, now she was curious to see what they were working on!
She looked at the whiteboards and the notes and was absorbed back into her passion. Before she knew it, she had booted up one of the computer, having found the password on a post-it. Now she was looking through the reports and thinking about the projects.
One of them caught her attention. It was a concept to treat rare genetic diseases. Fascinating …
Apparently, the scientists here were working on a treatment for muscular dystrophy and metabolic diseases. The tests had been rather successful for now, but they still missed the human testing. There was just one report from a preliminary report that suggested that the drug caused improved metal metabolization and muscle growth. Further side-effects were expected, but not yet proven.
She looked at the data some more and nodded. As far as she could tell, this stuff was well-designed. She’d have to look further into it, but …
Carol snapped back into reality. She couldn’t just hang around here and look at other people’s science when she still had this place to clean!
She got back to work, but her mind went back to the project again and again. There was something that was annoying her about the molecule they had assembled. She booted the computer up again. She went through the material once more, then she tapped the screen. There it was. This couldn’t work like that!
She quickly opened a new file, imported the data and changed the assembly. A quick test and she nodded to herself. Yes. That was more like it.
Now … what to do with this? She couldn’t just leave it like that …
After a moment of deliberation, she saved her work to a novelty memory stick. Then she decided that she would use this as a blueprint and produce a batch of the material the next time she had to clean here. She wasn’t sure what to make of it, but the thought of getting back to her passion amused her.

Three days later, the machine spat out a strip of vials. She had started the process the moment she had set foot into the lab, and after eight hours, it was ready. She took it out of the device, cleaned the machine and put it in her handbag. Carol still didn’t know what she wanted to do with this, but just working in the lab had felt amazing. She had tremendously enjoyed this.
Once everything was safely stashed away and all traces of her operation had been wiped clean, she left.
On her way home, she was getting squished in the tram and hated every moment of it. People had zero respect for her. When she had been a famous scientist, they had adored her, now some big idiot just trampled on her feet! If only she could get more respect!
She stumbled out of the tram and piled into the bus, and there, it was even worse. She hated this so much!
By the time she was home, the sun was up, and she was exhausted. Going to sleep now was stupid, but she had to. Otherwise, her next shift would be even more stressful. She quickly showered, trying not to look at her plump body, and then got to bed.
She couldn’t sleep. Whenever she wanted to, her thoughts returned to the vials. Maybe …

“Screw this!”
She got back up, taking her decision. She took out one of the vials and picked up one of the syringes she had taken from the lab. Unsure of the exact dosage, she filled it up carefully, taking less than she thought would be necessary, and then hesitated. She sat in the kitchen, syringe in hand, and wondered whether this was a good idea.
As far as she could tell, the drug would work. It probably had some side-effects, but at this dosage, it wouldn’t cause any trouble. She shook her head, then took out some rubbing alcohol, disinfected a patch of skin on her thigh and carefully injected the drug.
She put the syringe back on the table, securing it, and was suddenly hit by a wave of panic. What had she done? She reached for her phone. Maybe she could call for an ambulance right now? But what if it was too late? What if she had poisoned herself? She started typing the number as she felt a warm sensation spread from the injection site. She was panicking.
The drug was doing … something …
She hit the call button and the phone dialed. The warmth was turning into heat. She had screwed up, hadn’t she?
The phone rang. Then she heard the voice of the emergency service operator.
“City health service, what is your emergency?”
The heat washed over her, but it wasn’t painful. Or uncomfortable. No. It was … pleasant. Maybe … Carol hesitated again. The voice called out:
“Hello? Are you there?”
The sensation intensified, then calmed back down. She swallowed as her heart beat slower.
“Uh. Sorry. I … I misdialed. Yes. Sorry for the interruption.”
“No problem. Don’t hesitate to call in the case of an emergency.”
The last word had a slight accusatory ring to it.
“Yes, yes. I’m sorry.”
She hung up. Then she slowly got up and wondered what to do next.
Maybe she should work out? After all, this was what this drug was supposed to do: Help people build their strength. She looked up some simple exercise routines on her phone. She could try those, and then see whether the drug actually did something.

A moment later, she was on the floor, doing the plank. The website said she should be able to hold it for a minute like this. That was one long minute. Fifteen seconds in, she was sweating. At thirty seconds, she started to ache. At forty-five seconds, she gave up. She landed on her rug and just wanted to die. What had happened? Why was she so out of shape? She had never been fit, but if the site said one minute and she couldn’t even reach that, then she was truly busted.
Well, so far, the drug wasn’t doing anything. She would have to try some more. The next thing was to do some crunches.
Okay, that was even worse. Her belly got in the way, she started to sweat terribly, and she had to stop eventually. Lying flat on the rug, she was exhausted by the warm-up of the routine already. This wasn’t going to work, was it?
She groaned. So much for that drug! What a waste of time! Groaning, she showered again and climbed into her bed.
Sleep came quickly and she dreamed all kinds of weird things. It felt as if she was on the run from something, and she really struggled to escape. She had to climb over things, she had to crawl through tiny holes, and she had to push against heavy, closed doors.
She awoke in the afternoon, completely wrapped up in her blanket.
Carol struggled to get out of it and landed on the floor. She managed to extricate herself and got to her feet. Dazed, she stumbled to the bathroom and went for her “morning” weighing.
“Okay … Looks as if I lost three pounds. That’s a surprise …”
She looked at her reflection. She did look a little slimmer.
“Can’t be all that exercise …”, she said ironically. Then she lifted an arm and flexed. As a joke. To her surprise, a little shift of her muscle under her skin was undeniable. “Whoa. Is that for real?”
She pinched herself. She was awake. This was happening. The drug was doing … something. She nodded to her reflection.
“Okay. I’m going to do this …”

Over the next weeks, Carol continued using the drug. She kept the dosage low and did her best to be careful. She kept a detailed journal, measuring herself, documenting her development and her workouts as well as her food intake. That was the first indicator something was happening to her. She was eating so much! Carol had always liked to eat, even though she usually felt guilty after large meals. Now, she was eating like a horse, and it seemed to just disappear into thin air. She would eat large servings of pretty much anything, lean back, sigh, and feel hungry again half an hour later.
When she caught herself making an omelet with twelve eggs and feeling peckish after she had devoured the whole thing in a matter of minutes, she realized that this was going to get expensive!
Then again, the effects were showing soon. A week in, she had lost six pounds of flab and somehow built quite a bit of nice muscle. The minute of planking wasn’t a challenge anymore. She could do all the crunches the workout plan suggested, and she felt hungry for more. Now she would go on a run every day, not a walk, a real run, with phases of sprinting that got longer and longer compared to the average jogging.
She would end up at a nearby park every day and try the exercise equipment there. Two weeks in, she did her first pull-up. On her third week, she did five. After a month, she did fifteen.
The dudes at the park would watch her, surprised by her intensity. She was still looking like an old lady to them, even if she was in her mid-forties, but she was wearing a very old looking tracksuit and pumping out reps like there was no tomorrow.
Eventually, one of them walked over to her as she rested between sets and asked:
“Hey, lady, is that some kind of prank show?”
She turned to him and took a long sip of the protein shake she had brought. She was so hungry all the time, she had to bring plenty of food now. At work, it was a bit of a problem, but if she didn’t eat at least once every two hours, her stomach would gurgle loudly and it was very annoying.
“Prank show?”
“Yeah. You looking all old and shabby and still doing pull-ups like a pro?”
“Shabby? What’s your problem?”
She could feel a certain tension grow within her. What were those guys up to? Was this man insulting her? She gave him an intense glare. To her surprise, the man backed down.
“Hey, sorry. I … hey, I apologize. You do you, okay?”
“Yes. I think so. Get back to your workouts and let me do mine.”
“Yes, yes, okay …”
He left.
She shook her head and went back to training. As she slowly did fifteen more pull-ups, she realized that this wasn’t challenging her anymore. Also, the tracksuit really wasn’t looking good on her. She would have to update her wardrobe. This was all getting very expensive …

[El_Roy_1999]

Here’s an intense one:

Noor’s Awakening
Since their parents died, Noor has lived with her brother Malik. He has been making her life a living hell. As she manages to win a tiny sliver of freedom, she uses it to break free and to change her life forever. This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth, height growth, hairiness, futa, gender blending, incest and rape. All characters are at least 18 years old.

The story gets pretty rough, but the masculinity is intense!

Get it here:

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1567534

Read the preview!

The last words of the funeral prayer were said and the body disappeared under a thin layer of dirt. Malik sighed, wiped his tears away, and adjusted his thawb. Then he walked from the grave. The women were standing around a little further away, veiled and sweating under the dark fabrics. It was a calm day, and there was not a breath of air.

Malik walked up to his wife and his sister and said:

“We’re leaving.”

Noor, his milk-sister, hesitated.

“Brother, can I at least look at the grave once more?”

“No. We’re leaving. We’ve wasted enough time.”

“But …”

“Silence.”

Nadiah, his wife, took her sister-in-law’s hand. She gave it a gentle squeeze. She didn’t want things to escalate again. Despite being only 5’8” and rather wimpy, the man of the house was a sadistic tyrant that made them suffer for every slight, real or imagined. He treated Nadiah better than his adopted sister, but only barely.

Also, there was this unspoken shame …

A few years later, Noor was on her bed, her buttocks high in the air. Half a decade of being fed with all kinds of sugary and fat foods had made her balloon, just like Malik liked it. He was behind her and fucking her asshole with his cock, grunting happily as he penetrated her. His hand was set against the back of her neck and he squeezed it occasionally to prove his point.

Noor was disgusted by this. How could he? Why wouldn’t he leave her alone? He only ever took her from behind so as not to impregnate her, not that she would ever have a son that might hold some claim on her heritage, or become her legal guardian. No. She would never be free. She would exist only for his amusement, so he could make her suffer.

She groaned in pain as he switched positions and sank his fingers into her butt-cheeks, clawing at them as he pounded her harder. In the beginning, he had used some kind of lube, but lately, he went at it raw and with intense brutality. She wondered whether he was really only doing this to hurt her …

Malik growled and came. Noor felt the wet, sticky cum fill her butthole and the sad, out of shape man drop on her back. He gurgled and drooled on her back, then slowly got back up and said:

“Turn around.”

Knowing what would happen if she didn’t, she complied.

“Sit.”

Like a dog, she followed his order. He was standing on the mattress, feeling powerful as he towered over her kneeling form. Noor hated herself. Why couldn’t she free herself of this man?

It was illusory, of course. Malik had every right to do this. She had nothing. She was a woman, and in this part of the Gulf, this meant she was barely better than property. Further by the coast, there were courts and semblances of modern justice, but out here, in the hinterlands? She was just a toy to be played with. Her father had thrown out her mother on some pretext, and she died soon after to fix her family’s honor. This had lead Noor to live with her aunt, Malik’s mother, and since that woman’s death, there was no one left to protect her.

Although, to be fair, Nadiah did her best. She was a gentle soul and tried to temper Malik’s aggression at first. When that didn’t work, she at least attempted to help Noor evade him. It wasn’t much of a success either, but it gave the two women the sensation of at least trying something.

Malik grinned sadistically.

“Lick it clean.”

Reluctantly, the plump young woman opened her mouth and touched the tip of his cock with her lips. It smelled horribly already. This was a new low. If this asshole would use his mind on something good, their lives would be so much better, but all he ever did was become worse.

He glared at her.

“Lick it. Now.”

“But Malik, I don’t …”

She couldn’t even finish the sentence when he reached over for his camel whip and struck her. It wasn’t at full force, but it hurt, forming a burning red streak across her back.

“Lick … it.”

Tears running from her eyes, she complied, hating him with every fiber of her being, but unable to do anything. She cleaned his disgusting appendage, just hoping it would somehow end …

Much later, she was with Nadiah, who was carefully putting an ointment on the red streak on her back. Noor sighed. The cool was a bliss. After hitting her with the whip, he had continued to attack her, then he had forced her to eat from a bowl like a dog. Whenever she tried to stop, he would hit er again, even kick her. Noor had started to cry, but that had only made him laugh. By the end of the ordeal, she was completely desperate and exhausted.

Just thinking of this now made her sigh. She smiled at her sister-in-law, who seemed just as sad about her mistreatment. The plump woman did her best to ease Noor’s pain.

“Thank you, Nadiah. I’m so sorry …”

“You shouldn’t be. I know he is trying to make us hate each other, but I won’t accept it. This is not your choice, but his. His games and his cruelty are wasted.”

“I don’t deserve you.”

“Bah. We mostly don’t deserve Malik.”

“Shhh. Don’t say it this loudly. He’ll hear us.”

“I doubt it. He is probably in front of the big screen, masturbating to some western whore.” She grinned mockingly. “At least if he finds one that is fat enough for him!”

Nadiah looked at her big belly and her large bosom and sighed.

“I wonder whether I’ll be able to walk by the time I’m forty … At least if things go on like this.”

Noor sighed. Clearly, they were condemned to be forever confined to this place. Suddenly, Nadiah had an idea.

“I may not be able to get out of Malik’s way, but I might have found something that could help you …”

A week later, a very nervous Noor was walking towards the clothing store at the local mall in her full veils. Malik was walking in front, grinning as he looked at the butts of the women they passed. They stepped inside and the manager smiled at him.

“What can I do for you, sir?”

“Peace be upon you. I am looking for a job for my sister here. She is not good for much, and she should earn some part of the food she is eating, especially since she is unmarriable. Would you need someone to assist with sales?”

The manager looked at the chubby, veiled woman and shrugged:

“Can she read and write? Can she do sums and operate a computer?”

Malik nodded vaguely.

“I assume so. If she doesn’t, let me know, I will make sure she learns.”

“Then I take her on trial. If she turns out to be useful, I will take her. And maybe we will still find some suitor for her.”

Malik signed “no need” and replied:

“Don’t worry. My wife just wants her out of her hair, and I don’t feel like wasting time and money feeding her for nothing.”

“I understand.” He turned to Noor. “Go to the back and ask Rania if you can help her. Go!”

Malik grinned:

“Very well. I will send a servant to pick her up later on.”

“Yes, sir.”

Then he left, taking time to walk along the mall to see some more ladies.

Noor proved herself to be useful at the shop and assisted Rania in the workshop, adapting clothes and even helping with sales. The manager stayed off the shop floor for obvious reasons, so she enjoyed being out of reach of any men for a while. Still, Rania proved to be quite the taskmistress, and more than once, she told the servant that Noor hadn’t worked hard enough, which the man dutifully reported. Malik took his usual perverted pleasure in making her suffer for this. To Noor’s surprise, it wasn’t just the whipping and the humiliation that she dreaded. It was the idea of having this stupid little freedom taken away from her and to spend the rest of her life in a cage, being hurt and raped by her brother.

Even then, this little bit of freedom was a godsend for her. When she could help other women try on the various outfits, she felt useful and happy.

Then, one day, a strange woman showed up …

Of course, Noor knew of the western women. Although she did live in something of a cage, she wasn’t completely detached from the world. Her family had taught her that those women were all easy and whores, and that they willfully exposed themselves to everybody. No wonder they ended up all tanned like peasants and slaves.

However, seeing one up close … That was strange and intimidating. The woman was wearing an abaya over her western clothes and had tied up her hair loosely in a scarf, from which quite a few strands poked out. She had also wrapped a belt around her waist, further emphasizing her sinful curves. Strangely enough, Noor was feeling … things with her as she saw her like that. She was so different …

The way she moved, the way she stood, the way she carried herself … It was sinful and unacceptable, but at the same time … Noor felt a kind of warmth within her as she watched her. Was it disgust? Was it envy? Or was it … desire?

She couldn’t put it in words.

“Hi!”

Noor was torn from her confusion and internal struggle when the young woman addressed her with a big smile. Then she blushed, put a hand in front of her mouth and said:

“I’m sorry. Peace be upon you! Did I pronounce that right?”

“Peace be upon you too. Yes, you did.” Noor was surprised by the woman’s warm voice. “How may I help you?”

“Uh … I’m looking for some fancy outfits for a reception? I want to look good and fit in a bit.”

“Oh. What kind of reception do you mean?”

“I work as an engineer for the state company now and the … emir? I guess that’s what he is? He’s inviting the whole team. I don’t think I can show up in a pantsuit, right?”

“A pantsuit? No, madam, I don’t you should.”

“Exactly. So … what outfit would you recommend? Should I go all in?”

“All in?”

“You know, with the face veil thingie?”

“The niqab? Well … you could.”

“I’m not sure. Isn’t that appropriation?”

“I have no idea, madam.”

“I’ll have to try everything! Would you help me?”

“Of course, madam.”

It took a lot of work, but in the end, they managed to assemble an appropriate outfit for the meeting with the emir. It was western enough to not cause any confusion, but still modest.

What shocked Noor, though, was the woman’s shape. All the women she knew were overweight. That was the thing. As soon as you were of age, you were supposed to build up your body to bear big, healthy children and to satisfy your husband, or, as she thought with disgust, her brother …

This woman, though … She was thin and … hard? How did that even work. She had slim and hard muscles all over her body, and yet, she didn’t look like a peasant woman or a slave. Not at all. Instead, she looked elegant. Confident … She was powerful.

Noor was quite sure that no one ever mistreated her. For a moment, a thought flashed across her mind: What if she were strong like that?

The woman smiled:

“Thank you for all the help. I wouldn’t even have known where to start. And these things are a bit difficult to manage …”

The veiled shop assistant snapped out of her dream.

“I’m glad you found what you wanted.”

“Say … You know your way around here, don’t you?”

Noor shook her head.

“I don’t get out much.”

“Oh. Okay. Still, I think you’re a nice lady and I would be really glad to have some female company. People here are so … closed? Would you like to have some tea or coffee with me after work?”

It turned out that it was quite hard for people to say no to Sarah. That was her name. When the servant had shown up after work to bring her home, Sarah had somehow managed to talk the man into a corner, and he had reluctantly agreed to the coffee. He sat in the men’s section, vaguely uncomfortable as the women talked in the family area.

Time flew. Sarah was great fun and she was incredibly relaxed, listening to Noor talking about nothings. The veiled woman couldn’t just tell her what was really going on at home. For all intents and purposes, she lived with her brother until she would get married. When Sarah asked about what kind of a man Malik was, Noor just switched the subject.

Which brought Sarah to ask her whether they could do this again. Noor agreed that she would love to, but of course, she’d have to ask Malik. This certainly confused the engineer lady, but what could she do.

To her surprise, Malik was all for it.

Apparently, he too was invited to that audience, and the project Sarah was in charge of was pretty big and important. Of course, she always had an official male representative in front of her, but Malik quickly deduced that being able to indirectly talk to her would allow him to increase his clout on the emir’s court. That was more than worth it. His family was small and mostly irrelevant, but if he could gain some influence, he would maybe manage to reach the ear of the emir.

Noor was elated. Having some time with Sarah was great, and sometimes, even Nadiah would be allowed to accompany them.

During one of their tea and coffee outings, Noor finally asked:

“Say, Sarah … How do you do it?”

“Do what?”

“I … I hope it’s not too forward, but … how come you are so thin?”

“Thin? Oh. Well, I watch my diet and I work out. It’s nothing much, really.”

“Work out? You mean at the company?”

“No, work out as in train. I go to the gym, and I exercise. I have a pretty tough schedule, but it’s great to take my mind off work. You don’t work out?”

Noor blushed behind her veil.

“No, no. Not at all. It’s not something women are supposed to do.”

“Ah. That’s sad. Because I enjoy it a lot. I think you should try it.”

“You think so?”

“It might help you. You’re always so sad … Maybe training a bit would gain you some confidence. The gym I go to has separate areas for men and women, so you should be fine.”

“Okay … I could ask …”

“Don’t. He’ll say no. Your brother is a shitty guy. Just … come with me? I’ll pick you up tomorrow after work, and we’ll go together. Your nanny will have to tag along.”

“My nanny?”

“The guy who’s always looking after you. He’s not exactly bodyguard material.”

“Hm. I’m going to get in trouble.”

“Bah. It’s going to be fine. Besides, I just might get that appointment for your brother.”

“You would?”

“I might? Who knows? Would he risk not getting it?”

Noor couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You’re so confident, Sarah. I can’t believe it.”

“It’s nothing. Just come along, maybe you can pick some up for yourself.”

To Noor’s surprise, she actually had the courage to join Sarah after work. She even picked up one of those sports’ jilbabs they had ordered at some point and which had never sold, as well as some matching shoes and a special training niqab. She felt totally weird to take these things along, but Rania was just happy to be rid of them. Then Sarah took her along, followed by the attendant. Soon, they were at the gym and the man had to wait outside. She got dressed in the new outfit, which was a rather bold baby blue and silver. No wonder no self-respecting woman had ever bought that thing. She tied the weird niqab and went out to meet Sarah.

Then she stood and stared.

Sarah was wearing a pair of skintight pants and a top that left her belly exposed. Dancers sometimes wore stuff like that, but … those were not honest women. Besides … they never looked like that. Noor could see six hard blocks of muscle on her friend’s stomach.

“Wow.”

“You like the look?” Sarah ran her hand over her sixpack. “That was a lot of work. It’s also hard to maintain, but I think it’s worth it.”

“It’s so strange … If I had a belly like that …”

“Well, then let’s get to work. You’re not going to earn it by waiting around.”

“But …”

“Go! With your outfit, you’re going to build up a nice sweat in no time!”

That evening, Noor was exhausted. She barely managed to do her chores, then dropped on her bed. Malik was irritated by the fact that she was so tired. While they ate, he asked Nadiah:

“What’s up with her? Is she sick?”

His wife shrugged:

“I don’t think so, husband. She was like that when she came home from work.”

“From work? Hm.” He snapped his fingers at Noor. His sister tensed and looked at him nervously.

“Yes, brother?”

“What happened at work?”

“I … It was just work. I worked. It was a lot. I am sorry …”

“Hm. That sounds bad. Don’t overdo it. I need you here. This is important, work is not.”

She had nodded vaguely and finished her meal.

And now, she was lying on the bed, beginning to drift away into sleep. She thought of Sarah. That woman … How could she be so confident? How could she dare just do things like that? How could she look like that?

Noor wished she could too …

To her surprise, Sarah showed up again the next day, but in the morning.

“Hi! Did you sleep well?”

“Like a log. I was so exhausted!”

“Oh, just you wait. You haven’t seen the rest of it.”

“What? What’s going to happen?” Noor was suddenly very nervous.

“Tomorrow, you will have the worst, and I tell you, the worst ache ever.”

“What? But why?”

“Because you really strained muscles yesterday. And now, they’re repairing themselves.”

“Okay … That doesn’t sound nice.”

“Don’t worry. That’s necessary to build your body. You have to make it suffer to grow stronger.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes. And you have to eat enough. A lot.”

“I thought I wanted to lose weight?”

“You have to eat the right things. So I brought you this.”

She handed her a bag full of boxes.

“I made sure these are halal and everything. Just eat them on the scheduled times. I’ll teach you how to prepare food to get fit.”

“Okay … There’s a whole science to it, isn’t there?”

“Oh yes! It’s a perfect nerd thing.”

Behind her veil, Noor smiled. She liked books and immersing herself in a topic. Maybe this would be even more interesting. Sarah grinned:

“Shahiyat tayiba! Did I pronounce that right?”

Noor made a vague gesture, but Sarah just added:

“I’ll see you after work.”

“Wait … we go again?”

“Every day, from now on. Be ready!”

[El_Roy_1999]

Butch x Bimbo – Issue 8
Apparently, I never published the end of Butch x Bimbo as a downloadable story, sooo …
Here it is:

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1562057

As always, it’s pay what you want, and I can only thank MisterSnrub for writing this with me!

[El_Roy_1999]

This is a story for the fans of disgusting, hairy and rather abusive women who give their asshole partners their just deserts. Poor guy, really. He got more than he bargained for …

Girl of His Dreams
Noah is quite the hunk and Lucrezia adores him. It’s just that he wished she were fit. Maybe even muscular … The thing is, as he gets her to workout, she really starts to enjoy it. She gets quite addicted to pumping iron, and then, she starts to change! This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth, height growth, hairiness and personality changes. All characters are at least 18 years old.

Get it here:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1547446

Here’s a little preview to whet your appetite:

“Hhh … hhh … hhhhh … Oh God … Hhh … hhh …”
The slapping sound of Noah’s hips hammering against Lucrezia’s was astonishingly loud, and the big man’s massive arms blocked her view to the sides. She moaned. Sure, Noah wasn’t the most courteous person and he could be quite rude, and he was blissfully unaware of any housekeeping tasks, but he certainly knew how to fuck. She lifted her thin arms and sank her long fingers into his muscle-packed back.
She squealed:
“That’s the spot … yes … yes … yessss …”
He kept on doing this, his glutes tightening as he pounded her. Then she felt him twitch. His cock seemed to shiver and swell, and then, he started cumming. She moaned and enjoyed it.
Eventually, he sighed deeply and laid on top of her, burying her in his muscles. The pressure was quite immense. Lucrezia was still impressed that this huge hunky dude had actually chosen her. She had been chasing after him for months, and he had barely noticed her at first. Then again, she was a bit of a wallflower. Lucrezia always wore big, baggy clothes, hiding her skinny frame. She wasn’t even model-skinny, even though she was quite tall. She was more … ugly skinny? Her face was rather bland, and she had these weird hips that protruded a bit.
She really wondered what this amazing guy saw in her. She kissed him:
“Thank you, Noah. That was amazing!”
He grinned and pulled out his thick cock. Then he gave her a smug grin and said:
“I know.”
He rolled to the side and mentioned at his cock. She looked at him hesitatingly. He gave her an insistent nod. Then she complied, licking it clean. The first time, she didn’t understand what he meant, and he had just gotten up and started to leave. When she had asked him what was going on, he explained. Apparently, he liked his cock clean, and it was his girl’s duty to make sure it was. She didn’t much like that, but what could she do?
So, again, she was sucking his dick and making sure it was spotless.

Noah was busy wolfing down the food she had cooked for him. Lucrezia sat opposite him with her salad and tofu, while he gorged himself on the steak she had prepared. She smiled, happy that he liked her cooking.
He looked up and saw her smile. He grinned.
“That’s some amazing stuff, Lucrezia. You should be a chef!”
“You think so?”
“Yeah. Totally! It’s great! You should give it a taste.”
She shied away:
“I … I don’t like the taste of it. You know it.”
“Bah. You just never gave it a serious try.”
He sliced off a little bit and lifted it up on the fork.
“Try it.”
“I’d rather not.”
“Try it.”
“Please.”
“Try it.”
“I … I don’t want to.”
“I don’t care. Try it. You made it, you should taste it.”
“I …”
He gave her a serious look. It was the “I am disappointed that you’re not committing”-look. She hated that look. It always had this “I’m going to leave you”-aftertaste.
“Okay …”
She opened her cute little mouth and he put the meat in. She hesitated, he gave her an encouraging look, and she chewed on it. Okay, it was savory and it had this nice feel … But still. Should she really eat meat?
He raised an eyebrow.
“You like it?”
“I … It’s good.”
“There.”
“Mh.”
He finished up and said:
“I’m gonna hit the gym. You should come too.”
“But … I …”
“You should. I don’t want a weak girlfriend. I want a girl that’s fit.”
“But …”
“Oh, come on, stop this constant ‘but, but, but’! Let’s go!”
“But the dishes …”
“You can do them later. Now, it’s time to work out.”

At the gym, Noah quickly put his shorts and tank top. He was amazingly huge, and he knew he looked good. He quickly got his pre-workout, and then he walked out, waiting for Lucrezia. It took her forever to come out, and when she did, she wore the least flattering outfit he could imagine. She was basically wearing pajamas. He sighed. The wide pants, the big hoodie, he could barely see her face.
She immediately noticed he disapproved, but what could she do? She really didn’t feel comfortable in this place. All those fit people in their skintight outfits! All those women with their perfectly sculpted bodies, their sexy bodies and their amazing makeup … And there she was, just a sack of bones.
She would have preferred to go home, but if she did, their relationship was over, right?
She managed a smile. He nodded:
“Alright, let’s get you pumping!”
Lucrezia followed him reluctantly and listened to him explain. It was strange. She really didn’t want to do this, but he was so enthusiastic … Eventually, he was done, and they started. He carefully monitored her workout, constantly hovering around her, and encouraging her to do one more, and one more, and a final one, and … one more!
By the time they were done, she was exhausted and he still seemed disappointed. Lucrezia tried to figure out what had annoyed him like that, but he wouldn’t say. Instead, he told her to get back to the dressing room and shower.
When she came back out, he was already waiting for her and asked:
“So, did you like it?”
She hesitated. If she said she had been bored out of her mind and was feeling tired now, he would probably just pack up and leave immediately, right?
“It was … okay? I … yeah.”
“Good. Tomorrow, we do it again. Chest day.”
As if to underline this, he flexed his pecs, making them bounce. She blushed. Okay, that was a look she liked. Maybe that was the price to pay?

The next day, they did another workout session. And the day after that. And the day after. And so on. Lucrezia was getting pretty desperate. He just wouldn’t stop. Every day, except for Saturday, they would go to this gym and just work out for an hour. It went on and on. He insisted she “eat right”, as he put it. She was still mostly eating vegetarian, but he got her to add more protein to her diet.
And all the time, he kept looking at her as if he was expecting something special to happen. Then he would observe her, and be disappointed.
It was really odd.
The sex was still nice, and Noah could be very nice, but there was this nagging sensation that she was doing everything wrong. She just didn’t know what to do.

After four months of working out, she was in the bathroom loading the washing machine. They were producing so much sweaty laundry because of all the workouts, it was a lot of stuff to do. She was in her underpants and her sports bra and he came in, grinning.
She was just stuffing this week’s heap of laundry into the machine and he observed her. Sure, the workouts had given her a little muscle tone, but it was still nothing! She was still as slim as the day he met her, and now, she didn’t even have her softness anymore. He sighed and she noticed he was there.
She looked up to him. “Yes?”
“I was just thinking …”
“About what?”
“About you.”
She smiled, a little skeptical.
“What do you have in mind?”
He got down to her and gently pushed her on the pile of laundry that was still left. She felt his heavy body on hers. He kissed her. She giggled.
“I’ve got to deal with this laundry …”
“Yes …”
He put his hand on her hip. She noticed his disappointment.
“Everything okay?”
“I just expected you to … fill out a bit more by now?”
“Uh … What do you mean by that? I’ve been working out all the time! You’ve been right there!”
“I know, I know … It’s just so disappointing …”
He sighed and looked away. It was clear to her that he was going to leave her, wasn’t he? “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to … Is there anything I can do?”
He shrugged.
“I guess you could try a cycle.”
“A cycle? A bike?”
“No. Steroids. Just like I’ve been using.”
“But … That’s bad for your health!”
“If you know what you’re doing, it’s no problem!”
He flexed his arm, making his large biceps swell up, a thick vein snaking over it.
“It’s amazing, and I’m sure that’ll fix you!”
“Okay …”
She really wasn’t sure about that …

Noah set up the whole stack of gear in front of her.
“This is a simple steroid with little side-effects, this is something to improve your recovery time, this should allow you to burn fat quicker …”
He went on and on while Lucrezia watched and slowly spaced out. It felt weird. Was she really going to do this? Then again, it was clear that he would leave her if she didn’t at least give it a try. Maybe … She hesitated. He was usually nice to her, wasn’t he?
And if it didn’t work, maybe he’d give up on it and just accept the situation? She would try it, and then, it would fail, and he would understand. Right?
She mentally returned to the conversation as he finished and nodded vaguely.
“Okay, I’ll try it …”
He smiled. Clearly, this was what he wanted to hear.
“Alright, then let’s get you shot up!”
“Shot up? What?”
He was a bit confused by her reaction, but soon enough, the needles were in and Lucrezia was feeling a bit weird.
He smiled:
“Okay, then let’s see whether this works better!”
She followed him to the gym floor.

To Lucrezia’s surprise, that stuff worked! A month in, as the first cycle wound down, she noticed her muscles had grown. It felt as if she had passed a plateau, and now, she was getting stronger by the day. The sensation was … interesting. At first, she had been a bit shocked.
She noticed the changes one morning as she brushed her teeth and she realized that her shoulders had become quite round and there was a noticeable thickness to her arm. She stopped in her tracks and flexed her arm. The electric toothbrush continued its humming, and she saw a tight, hard bulge of muscle grow.
Okay.
The first thought was one of panic. What was happening? Then her rational thoughts came back and she nodded to herself. Okay. So those drugs worked. She tightened her muscles a little more, relaxed, then gave them another flex. Wow. She wasn’t huge, of course not, but … she was bigger.
Lucrezia thought of Noah and grinned. Okay. With this, he would definitely stay around. Just a bit of training with those drugs, and here she was. She was pretty sure he would love it! She decided to give them a little spin and show them off.

Noah was sitting in the living room, watching stuff on his phone. He was a bit frustrated by the lack of changes in Lucrezia’s body. Those drugs hadn’t been cheap, and he felt as if he had wasted that cash. He wasn’t getting anywhere with this woman …
He was woken from his reverie by her voice.
“Hey, Noah, how did you sleep?”
“Uh … Good. It was nice. You?”
“Oh … I just might have had the strangest little dream …”
She put as much seduction as she could in her voice. He turned around to face her. She was wearing a blouse and some cute panties, and both were rather tight on her. He could see that the buttons were straining.
She grinned when she saw the glint in his eyes.
“Whoa … Lucrezia did you …”
“Get bigger? Yes? Maybe? I guess … I mean, I have been working out a lot lately, haven’t I?”
“Uh … Yeah …”
She bit her lips and flexed her back a bit. The blouse did its best, but it was tight, and expanding her lats like this increased the strain beyond its capabilities. One of the center buttons popped off. She giggled. She had planned for something like this, but it to actually happen surprised her. The button landed somewhere, but neither of them cared. Noah was completely enraptured.
“Oh my God.”
“You like?”
“I love!”
He jumped up, his cock already erect. She laughed and ran to the bedroom, him trailing behind her, horny and ready to fuck. Lucrezia kept laughing as she threw herself on the bed, wiggling out of her panties while he climbed on top of her, squeezing her butt cheeks. She kissed him and said: “Wanna see the rest?”
“Oh please!”
She breathed out, then breathed in again, flexing her muscles. The blouse lost two more buttons and her naked chest got into plain view. She grabbed the fronts of the blouse and tore them apart, feeling like a superheroine. Noah exclaimed:
“Fuck, you even got abs!”
She grinned and flexed them for him. The young bodybuilder was completely enraptured by her intensity. He kissed her muscular waist and licked her bellybutton, which made her go “ew!” and had her push him away. He apologized, and she declared:
“Make it up to me and lick me!”
He grinned and licked her bellybutton again. She squealed:
“No! You dumbass! You know what I mean!”
“Oh, you mean this?”
She felt his tongue dance over her pussy lips. She breathed in sharply.
“Yesss …”
He chuckled and asked:
“And this?” His tongue touched the tip of her clitoris.
“Yessss …”
Suddenly, he pulled back up and licked her bellybutton a third time.
“Gah! Noah! Stop it and do it right!”
He laughed and did as he was told. That felt great! Lucrezia moaned happily as he explored her pussy, rubbing her now stronger legs against his head. The young man seemed to appreciate it a lot, so she gave him little squeezes too. That only made him lick her more intensely.
She enjoyed what he was doing, and as he continued, she felt that she was about to cum. Noah was absolutely relentless. She hadn’t expected him to be so much into this. Up until now, most of their sex had been him doing his thing and her trying to keep up and find her own pleasure. Sure, he had a big cock and he knew what he was doing, but to have him do this for her was nice!
Having him please her with his mouth instead of having to clean his cock was a welcome change of pace. She wondered what would happen if she got even fitter?

Lucrezia was at the gym again. Gone were the times when Noah had to pressure her more or less gently to make her come and work out. Now, she would usually be there before him to get a good warmup and prepare everything. She would make sure she was properly stretched, and she would load as much protein as she could before starting. After all, she liked the effects all of this had now.
It was still a bit surprising, she thought as she did her lat pulldowns, checking her movement in the mirror. Every time the weight went up, she admired her expanding, v-shaped back. Impressive. It was now half a year that she was on the juice, and it paid off big time. The drugs she used now were pretty tame next to the stuff Noah was shooting, and still, she was getting great results. She wouldn’t look out of place at a physique competition now, though some judges might object to her being a little too ripped in places. It was a thing that mostly affected her arms, and it was quite astonishing. She could really see her veins swell under her skin when she flexed her muscles. She wondered whether this would also happen to the rest of her body eventually.
She continued her set, her top feeling a bit tight again. That was another thing. She had stopped wearing baggy outfits a while ago, even if it meant that she now had to update her wardrobe more often. Then again, this way, she could feel even sexier. That was really nice. She had spent so much time in her life feeling like an ugly duckling, and for some reason, even though she certainly wasn’t a beautiful swan, she was slowly turning into a sexy terror-bird. She giggled at the idea. Lucrezia still was a nerd at heart.
Actually, her workouts and all the research required to make them more efficient had really upped the nerdiness. Not that she minded. Right now, she was wearing a tank top with “Pumping 26 Fe
55.845” on it.
She grunted as the weight went up again. The bite of the strain was just lovely … Also, Noah was going out of his way to please her lately, and she appreciated that a lot. She sighed as she reached the end of the set and lowered the weight back down. She breathed out sharply and stretched a bit. Then she said to herself:
“Nice. That’s that …”
She noticed again that her voice had gotten a bit rougher. She sounded like someone who smoked a bit too much. She had been warned about the side-effects of the gear, but to her surprise, she didn’t mind them all that much.
Just then, Noah came in in his workout clothes. She smiled at him. He wasn’t surprised to see her here already, but it was obvious he liked it. He came closer and kissed her. She noticed that he had this weird hesitation. Yeah. That was another thing. Somehow, those drugs had increased her body odor, and it did make him slightly uncomfortable. Lucrezia was amused by this. It had been his suggestion, after all.
Still, she probably should get a stronger antiperspirant. She kissed him hungrily and whispered: “Did you get it?”
He nodded conspiratorially.
“No problem. But it’s a lot of gear, don’t you think?”
“Are you having second thoughts? You’re not happy?”
“No, not at all, I’m very happy.”
“Good. Then wait for me in the changing room. I just clean this and you can shoot me up.”
“I can clean the place for you.”
“Nah, don’t worry. It’s my sweat, I should take care of it.”
“Okay.”
He smiled and slipped away. She grinned. A year ago, he would never, ever have suggested cleaning the equipment for her! She liked the idea.

Back home, she threw off her coat and kicked off her shoes. Noah was a bit surprised by this sudden move. After all, she would normally hang up her clothes correctly and put her shoes in the right spot in her big cupboard. However, she had removed a few pairs lately, unhappy about it, but they simply didn’t fit anymore. Still, she was horny now, and had no time to worry about her shoe plans.
Now, even before he could say something, she grabbed him and pulled him along. He kissed her, and a moment later, they were by the couch, trying to get their clothes off.
Lucrezia rubbed herself against him, and he got hard instantly. She moaned and whispered hornily:
“I don’t know … but … yes …”
She dropped on the cushions and spread her legs, rubbing her pussy and stroking her clit, which had gotten a bit bigger. She was a little nervous about it.
“Uh, Noah … you don’t mind this, do you?”
He grinned.
“Not at all … It’s just the roids. They do that to women …”
To calm her, he got down between her legs and gave her clit a long, slow, intense lick, then swirled around and went back down one side. Lucrezia howled with lust.
“Fuuuuck! Noaaaaah!”
He grinned, his face all wet, and said:
“Basically, that’s how I always feel. Welcome to the club!”
She gave him a horny stare and he added:
“How about you try being on top?”
She hesitated.
“Are you sure about that?”
“Sure! Come on, ride me!”
Lucrezia wasn’t all that confident, but she was also horny, so she climbed on him as he laid on the ground and lowered herself on his cock. She breathed in sharply.
“Oh Goood … I like that … It feels … so much deeper …”
She rubbed her clit and moaned. Instantly, Noah felt her pussy tighten around his cock.
“Mmmh … Yesss …”
A moment later, she was riding him hard, gasping and taking deep breaths as she brought herself closer and closer to orgasm.
“Fuuuck …”
Noah was in heaven. His girlfriend had turned from a skinny girl into a fit musclewoman, and she was starting to own it! He looked at her from below, his mind racing as he imagined the possibilities. The thought of her becoming a massive bodybuilder woman made him cum instantly.
Lucrezia didn’t stop. Instead, she grabbed his cock tight with her pussy muscles and rubbed her clit wildly until she followed with a loud grunt.
Then she landed on top of him and breathed heavily.
“Fuck … That was amazing … I’m still not sure, but I kinda like those roids … If they mess me up like that … I think I like being messed up …”
Noah caressed her and felt himself getting hard listening to her words.

Time flew by, and Lucrezia kept pumping hard, building her body. The roids were doing an amazing job at expanding her muscles, increasing their girth and strength. She was putting on a lot of weight, but it was all muscle. It was such a strange shift in her way of thinking: Before she started working out, she had felt the duty to make sure she didn’t put on weight. Her mother, her grandmother, her aunts, basically every woman in her family had insisted that she stayed slim until she had her kids. Then, as far as they were concerned, she could let herself go. As her grandmother put it:
“When you are a mother, the men all go for your big milky breasts. They love them. Then you can relax.”
Lucrezia had always found these statements weird, and moving on beyond them was a nice thing. She just preferred being big. As to breasts … Those had mostly disappeared. The combination of drugs, constant training and her special diet meant that her breast tissue had faded quite a bit. She wasn’t flat-chested, though. Far from it.
She examined herself in the mirror. The weight training had done wonders to her body. She flexed her pecs and they swelled up nicely, covering themselves in hard lines. Nice. She grabbed them and sank her strong, rough fingers into them, feeling the resistance. She was still not as big as a true bodybuilder, but she had developed nicely. She could probably join a physique competition and place easily. Maybe even win it?
She released her chest and flexed each pec in turn, amusing herself with the bouncing. Then she took Noah’s shaving cream and sprayed a nice glob in her hand. She massaged it into her chest’s skin and took his razor.
It wasn’t as if she were hirsute. That wasn’t it. But she did notice that the normal little hairs on her skin had become a bit thicker and coarser. Removing them was logical.
She wanted to look good. Feminine. She was a bodybuilder, okay, but she was a woman. She was not trying to turn herself into a man. Yuck. That idea … Some people asked her about this. No. Seriously, just because she was getting muscular and because the gear made her face a bit harder, that didn’t mean she wanted to be a man!
As she dragged the razor carefully over her skin, removing those pesky little hairs and revealing her tough skin, she got angry again. Just thinking about her friends’ reaction annoyed her!
They had a girls’ night out, and she had picked a nice flowery dress. Cute, really. She put on a matching hairband, took her pumps and her handbag and headed out. Noah had complained about him wanting to spend the evening with her, but she just shot him down. She had told him about the date. If he was too stupid to remember it, that was his problem.
She met her friends at their usual spot, a nice café by the river. They hadn’t seen each other in a year, and Lucrezia was nervous about their reaction. After all, they hadn’t seen her since she started the serious part of her transformation.
Chiara stared at her.
“Lucrezia? Is that you? What happened to you?”
“Hello. I started working out.”
“Yeah, I guess, but … why?”
Alessandra cut in: “It’s a lot, isn’t it?”
Lucrezia sighed:
“It is, yes. But I feel good …”
Sara was skeptical.
“But … isn’t it too much? I mean, you’re looking stronger than my boyfriend.”
Lucrezia sat down with them:
“I probably am.”
She raised a hand to summon the waiter.
Chiara was still as much in shock as the others.
“But … But … What … how … how did you do this?”
“I went to the gym? This was hard work.”
“Okay … But what about Noah? Does he approve of this?”
“Chiara, do you think I need his approval?”
“No, of course not … I just thought … maybe …”
She gave her a soothing smile and put her own strong hand on Chiara’s.
“Actually, it was his idea. He suggested it and he encouraged me.”
“Wow.”
The women exchanged glances. The word “pervert” was lingering, unsaid. Alessandra asked:
“Well, okay, I guess? It’s just surprising you went from super thin to … this?”
She made a vague gesture at her friend. Lucrezia chuckled and echoed the gesture:
“Yes. This feels way better than this.” She lifted the pinkie on her right hand, suggesting her thinness. “It certainly means less stress with food. I mean, actually, it’s complicated, because I now have to be careful to eat enough.”
The waiter showed up and she ordered a coffee. Alessandra couldn’t give it a rest yet:
“Okay … I get it. I just … are you using those steroids?”
Lucrezia was amused by her curiosity. Alessandra was always the one to go head first. She was curious, and she didn’t hold back. The young musclewoman grinned:
“I do. You’d have to have amazing genetics to get to my level without them.”
The three other women stared at her. They were obviously in shock. The waiter put the coffee on the table and left again. Eventually, Sara managed:
“So that’s why your face looks weird?”
“My face looks weird?”
“Yeah. It’s so … broad? I mean, you look so different.”
What she said was true, of course. Lucrezia had worked on her makeup to hide her growing chin and jaw. She made sure to contour it and reduce the visibility of her side-effects.
Still, the situation was uncomfortable. The other women looked at her in barely hidden disgust. She tried to smile, but after finishing her coffee, she “suddenly discovered” an important message on her phone and had to leave.
When she came back home, she was grumpy and annoyed. She was pretty sure the three other young women had spent the rest of the evening making fun of her.
Noah noticed her fury and asked: “Would you need a bit of pampering?”
She sighed, then nodded:
“That would be great.”
He got to work, starting with an emergency chocolate ration, then moving on to a foot massage. He hesitated for a moment. It was a bit of a weird experience. Her toenails were perfectly painted in her beloved deep red, but somehow, her feet had gotten wider and more massive. It was strange to touch them. They had gone from slim and elegant to strong and quite thick. Also, they had this odd smell … It wasn’t bad … It was just confusing.
Still, he busied himself, kneading her foot and softening up her toes. She sighed happily and leaned back, enjoying the treatment. Noah massaged her sole carefully so as not to tickle her. She stretched happily, her lats spreading out a bit. She wondered how long it would take before she would get close to his size …
Sure, after this experience, she wasn’t certain she really wanted that … Or was she? She looked at her buff boyfriend and thought … Okay. Maybe she did want that?

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