[El_Roy_1999]

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hijrah did a dismissive gesture:

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

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

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

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

Nadia rolled her eyes:

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

Jood made an excusing gesture:

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

Hijrah grinned:

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

Nadia groaned:

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

The older woman made a dismissive gesture:

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

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

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

Her mother took another sip:

“Your father was just as intense as me.”

“And you spent all your time fighting.”

The older woman gave her an acknowledging shrug.

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

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

“But you’re …”

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

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

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

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

Hijrah wouldn’t have any of it:

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

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

“Mother …”

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

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

“Can we just …”

It was already too late. Nadia got up.

“I’m sorry, I just forgot …”

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

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

Pointing at the door, she said:

“I’ll just talk to her …”

Hijrah sighed:

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

 

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

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

Maybe he thought she was ugly?

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

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

Maybe she should start this again …

To herself, she whispered:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So big … so … strong … Mmmh …”

Okay, now she had enough. Maybe …

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She saw something crazy!

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

“What’s going on?”

Desperately trying to keep a calm voice, Jood whispered:

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

“Oh. Good.”

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

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

 

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

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

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

But this? This was completely insane.

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

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

She would have to try.

 

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

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

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

She blushed. This was getting dumber by the minute …

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

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

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

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

 

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

“Um, Bashir? Welcome home!”

He looked up distractedly.

“Yeah. Hello.”

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

“Uh. Jood, did you change something?”

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

“What’s going on … down there?”

He pointed at her midsection.

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

“But … but that’s a penis …”

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

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

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

She tried to play along for now.

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

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

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

“I don’t think I should …”

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

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

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

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

With a chuckle, she asked:

“Anything caught your attention, Bashir?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We’ll see about that.”

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

“Wanna see it?”

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

“Touch it.”

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then, she had the strangest thought.

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

“Then call her.”

“I … I … What’s the problem?”

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

“Wait a moment.”

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

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

“There. That wasn’t too hard.”

“Where did you learn to do that?”

Suddenly, Jood blushed.

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

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

 

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

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

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

“Hey, can I DM you?”

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

“Sure.”

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

“Hi! You’re into big muscle people?”

“Yes! You too?”

Jood hesitated. Was she even lying?

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

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

“Cool.”

“Wanna see my favorite bodybuilders?”

“I do!”

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

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

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

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

She wanted to be like this …

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

And yet, there she was.

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

There were.

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

Jood was both furious and horny.

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

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

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

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

Her penis?

That was insane.

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

“You’re getting there, Jood …”

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

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

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

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

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

To herself, she said:

“Soon … I’m going to get so strong …”

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

 

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

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

As they ate, Bashir asked:

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

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

“Ah. What kind of equipment?”

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

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

“Do you think I’m out of shape?”

She looked up and smiled:

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

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

“Ah.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“Of course!”

She chuckled.

“Would you like to arm-wrestle?”

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

“Well, I wouldn’t want to hurt you …”

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

She returned to her food.

 

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

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

“Ready when you are.”

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

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

“Okay … Let’s do this …”

Bashir found himself grinning. Then he said:

“Go!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why are you so strong?”

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

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

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

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

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

“What the hell?”

Bashir caressed his arm, looking rather pathetic.

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

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

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

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

She turned to call her, but he said:

“Just go to the kitchen and tell her.”

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

Yeah.

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

 

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

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

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

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

She took a deep breath.

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

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

Well, society be damned. She would do it.

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

She could feel the muscle shift under her skin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah.

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

“Mmmh …”

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

Again.

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

Yuck.

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

Oh wow …

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

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

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

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

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

[El_Roy_1999]

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

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

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

Find out at the end of … Poker Night!

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

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

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

Through the intercom, he said:

“We have arrived, Ma’am.”

From behind, he heard her rough, powerful voice.

“Excellent, Henry.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was all very odd.

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

Okay.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aleksandra gave her rival a regretful smile:

“Well, maybe I’m a sore loser …”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The women raised their glasses in turn.

“To the winner!”

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

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

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

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

There were nods all around. Simple enough.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Katie stared hungrily at the coin as it disappeared.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[El_Roy_1999]

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

Enjoy!

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

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

And here’s the sample:

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

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

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

This gym.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And when they’re at school?”

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

Philip sighed:

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

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

“What’s going on, Phil? Lady?”

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

Herb nodded. He stretched a bit:

“Lady …”

“Hope.”

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

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

With a somewhat timid grin, she replied:

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

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

Herb sighed:

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

Hope nodded:

“I don’t have time for this anyway.”

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Me too. Show me how!”

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

Seconds ran by, and then, he laughed:

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

Sly looked at him with an irritated expression.

“Boris, what the fuck are you doing?”

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

“She’s a fucking rabbit.”

“So? Even a rabbit’s gotta be fit.”

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

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

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

“Rich coming from you, Pigsy!”

Now it felt as if they would come to blows.

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

“Stop right now, you idiots!”

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

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

“Hey, Mike, sorry. I just …”

“Shut up. I need to fucking concentrate!”

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

 

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

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

Sly walked by and smirked at him:

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi, Hope … Good afternoon …”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, yes, gotta run!”

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

He had to be careful to control himself.

 

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

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

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

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

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

“Competing? At what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

Hope looked at her eldest and said to the crowd:

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

Flo, one of the middle kids, whispered:

“More like two hours …”

Her twin brother, Morris, nodded:

“Also, she’s dressed all weird.”

“And sweaty too …”

Hope sighed:

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

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

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

“I’m going to shower. Please …”

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

“Mom, we need to talk …”

She stopped and stared.

“Mom … what the fuck?”

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

“Language, Nina!”

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

“Oh? Yes? Why?”

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

“I am.”

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

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

“Maybe you’re overdoing it …”

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

“Competing? Mom … Competing at what?”

“Um … Bodybuilding?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hope shrugged:

“I did the same for my mother.”

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

“’Hated’ might be a bit much …”Hat

Her eldest daughter crossed her arms.

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

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

“Ugh. She’s so useless.”

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

“But it’s so much!”

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

“Okay …”

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

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

“Whatever you want. I trust you.”

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

[El_Roy_1999]

And here’s the de-titillated version and the link to the story!

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

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

It’s available here:

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

https://books2read.com/u/boR7dL

And here’s a preview:

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

“I love how quick you get hard …”

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

“Takes one to know one …”

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

“Mmmh … Yesss …”

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

“Fuck … This is going to be hard …”

“Oh, you are hard already …”

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

“Yesss … So big …”

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

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

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

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

 

“Um … Tyler …”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Zoe grinned:

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

He asked:

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

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

“But it could be dangerous for the baby.”

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

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

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

She pushed herself up and landed on her feet.

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

She cuddled against him and kissed him.

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

He felt relieved and joined her.

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You think that’s a good idea?”

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

“Okay. Then we’ll add ten pounds?”

“Make it twenty!”

 

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

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

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

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

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

“Mmmh … Tyler … I love your tongue …”

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I still have the set to finish …”

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

“You’re a dumbass, Tyler.”

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

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

“I have a stupid idea, Tyler …”

“Okay? What is it? Tell me.”

“Nah, it’s more of a demonstration …”

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

“Wait a moment …”

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

“Please … don’t … or be careful …”

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

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

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

[El_Roy_1999]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[El_Roy_1999]

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

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

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https://books2read.com/u/mYaVwM
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The cheerleaders’ chat was glowing. Every second, more messages popped up on Katie’s feed. She struggled to keep up with them. Something terrible must have happened!

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

“Kaaaatieeee …”

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

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

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

Katie’s heart fell. That was horrible!

“How are they? Are they okay?”

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

“Oh God … What do we do now?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

Laura asked:

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

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

Seeing them together was always a bit strange.

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

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

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

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

Naomi asked:

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

Laura thought about it some more.

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

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

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

Then she shook her head:

“This is stupid.”

Laura grinned weakly:

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

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

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

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

Qinqin raised her hand.

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

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

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

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

“What are you up to?”

The trio looked a bit sheepish, then Laura said:

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

Qinqin added:

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

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

“But wouldn’t that be dangerous?”

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

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

“Three weeks tops?”

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

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

“Is it reversible?”

Blank faces all around her.

Qinqin shrugged:

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

More shrugs.

Katie thought about it.

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

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

“I never said it was safe.”

“Me neither.”

“Nah.”

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

“Mhm.”

“Yeah.”

To Katie, she said:

“It’s going to be fine.”

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

 

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

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

This was a disaster of ever-increasing size.

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

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

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

 

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

“And the way back is the same?”

There was just a hint of hesitation.

“Yeah … Sure. Totes. Mhm.”

There were nods from the others.

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

“Okay. Hit me up!”

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

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

And in it went.

Fuck. It hurt.

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck …

FUCK!

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

Naomi asked:

“Should I call an ambulance?”

“And we’ll tell them what exactly?”

“Oh. Yeah.”

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

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

Katie couldn’t even focus enough to reply.

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

Laura asked:

“Are you alive?”

Katie rolled her eyes:

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

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

“Did it work?”

Naomi shrugged:

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

Laura added:

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

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

Naomi said:

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

 

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

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

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

Still, Katie needed some space. Now.

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

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

“Wow … This is … I love it …”

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

“Mmmh … this is … good …”

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

That drug must have been working!

She gasped. The pleasure was only getting more intense.

“Ooof …”

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

Suddenly, she heard a voice from outside.

“Uh … could you keep it down?”

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

“Leave me alone!”

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

“Is that you, Alex?”

“Who is Alex?”

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

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

“You okay in there?”

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

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

“Erm … Uh …”

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

“Okay … I’m coming out.”

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

“I’m not!”

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

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

The girl asked:

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

“Yeah …”

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

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

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

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

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

“My skin?”

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

“So, how have you been holding up?”

He smiled sadly at her.

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

“The cheerleaders are disappointed too.”

“You’re not helping, you know?”

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

“Sorry.”

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

He managed a bittersweet smile.

The cheerleader answered it and said:

“I just might have a solution …”

“What do you mean?”

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

Finally, she awoke with a grunt.

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

Katie grunted again.

The same sound. Rough. Rather deep.

Another one.

Fuck.

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

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

That was insane …

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

Whoa.

Whoaaaa …

Fuck.

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

Damn. That was a lot.

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

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

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

Later.

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

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

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

Anyway … That was an issue for future Katie.

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

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

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

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

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

Damn.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She was playing with her cock again.

Damn, it was hard to focus …

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

On cue, her stomach grumbled.

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

 

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

“Okay, okay, I get it. I get it.”

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

She wrote an answer:

“I’m awake. No need to stress.”

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

“What?”

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

“It worked?”

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

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

“Katie?”

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

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

“Okay, okay.”

The nerd opened the door and … stared.

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

“I know. Now move.”

“Alright, alright.”

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

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

“Your dorm’s mixed, right?”

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

Katie gave her a relieved smile.

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

Laura blushed, then gave her a wicked grin.

“I could be your girlfriend!”

Katie returned an ironic look.

“Let’s stick to cousin.”

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

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

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

“Uh … okay? I’ll see what I can do …”

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

“The what now?”

“I had to get rid of it, okay?”

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

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

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

“Yeah. Sure. That sounds great.”

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

“What are you waiting for?”

“Um. Nothing … Nothing.”

“Good. Then go.”

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“There is?”

“Apparently.”

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

“Yeah, sure.”

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

“Is the food good?”

“Yeah. Could use a little extra salt.”

“Okay.”

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

“Here.”

“Good.”

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

“Oh. Yeah. Please and thank you.”

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

 

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

There was an interview with Nora online already.

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

Katie grumbled at the phone:

“Your place? Seriously?”

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

“What’s with the big boy, Laura?”

“That’s Katie. It worked.”

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

“Seriously?”

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

Naomi asked:

“And the … penis? Is it there too?”

Laura rolled her eyes.

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

“Can I see it?”

Katie’s grin widened:

“I thought you’d never ask …”

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

“It’s big …”

“It’s real …”

“It worked …”

Katie chuckled:

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

This shocked the trio quite a bit: 

“Whoa!”

“Are you crazy?”

“Um …”

The muscledude laughed and said:

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

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

Laura rolled her eyes:

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

Katie grinned:

“Well, I do have a cock, right?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

Over Katie’s smirk, Qinqin said:

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

The young muscleguy just flexed her pecs and said:

“Hey, I feel amazing.”

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

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

 

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

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

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

“Alright.”

And she was gone.

Qinqin turned to Laura:

“Whoa. That’s pretty quick.”

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

Naomi’s grin got wider and wider.

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

Qinqin checked the parameters she received:

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

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

Naomi chuckled.

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

Laura licked her lips.

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

 

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

It was incredible to watch.

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

“Whoa. Who’s that guy? He’s fit.”

“Yeah, nice muscles.”

“Nice butt …”

“Is he from the track and field team?”

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

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

“It’s … an experiment.”

“Yeah, fuck that. Who’s the dude?”

“Oh … A friend of ours.”

“A friend … Does he have a name?”

Another cheerleader asked:

“Does he have a girlfriend?”

Laura swallowed nervously:

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

The cheerleaders stared at them in confusion. Laura shrugged:

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

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

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

“Who are you?”

“It’s me … mrmf.”

Laura slapped her hand over Katie’s mouth.

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

As they dragged her away, Katie asked:

“Why’d you do that?”

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

“I guess …”

Naomi chuckled:

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

“I was just talking to my friends!”

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

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

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

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

Katie grumbled. Then Qinqin said:

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

The hunky dude laughed:

“Man, you’re so weird …”

Then she followed them to the gym.

 

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

Laura hissed:

“Don’t go to the ladies’, Katie …”

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

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

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

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

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

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

The guys ignored her.

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

The trio watched her. She grinned:

“You like what you’re seeing?”

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

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

Naomi suggested:

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

There were nods all around.

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

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

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

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

“I could get used to this.”

The nerdy trio exchanged glances. Laura said:

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

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

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

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

“Better. Okay, what now?”

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

“Okay. Let’s do this.”

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

Yeah.

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

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

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

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

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

“Alright! That was cool! What next?”

The three nerds shrugged. Eventually, Laura said:

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

Katie grinned.

She was feeling awesome!

 

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

She grinned at the word in her thought.

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

A moment later, the answer came:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The thought made her feel very, very strange.

 

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

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

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

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

She craned her neck and opened wide.

“Hrk. Fuck. Why doesn’t it reach?”

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

She grunted.

“Come on …”

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

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

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

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

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

Qinqin nodded and came in. Then she asked:

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

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

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

The Chinese student blushed.

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

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

“But … could you … just for me?”

Casually, Katie rubbed the back of her strong neck.

“Am I turning you on?”

Qinqin blushed terribly.

“Yes.”

Her voice was very small now.

“So are you.”

“Seriously?”

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

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

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

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

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

With her deep voice, Katie asked:

“Okay, what was that?”

“I tried, okay?”

“Yeah. Well, that didn’t work.”

“No. But it was fun.”

“A little.”

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

“You’re pretty manly, you know …”

“I know. It’s great …”

“And it’s going to be even better …”

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

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

“And we can try again …”

“Yes …”

 

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

“Okay, that should do it.”

Katie sighed:

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

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

“We could set up a camera.”

Qinqin grinned:

“That sounds great …”

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

“Okay, that should …”

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

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

“Please do …”

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

 

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

Her hostess passed her the popcorn.

“Girl, you’re so crazy.”

“You think so?”

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

“So what? Plenty of people do that.”

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

“All in the name of science.”

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

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

“That is the worst possible argument.”

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

“Still creepy.”

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

“Katie’s kinda hot.”

“Qinqin too.”

“You think so?”

“Have you seen her knockers?”

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

“Still big.”

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

They kept watching, though.

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Slowly, she awoke.

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

“What a night!”

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

She coughed and cleared her throat, then tried again:

“Ba-ba-ba? Holy shit!”

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

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

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

She stared at it and it only got harder now. That thing was massive! She wondered how long it actually was, but … it was at least as long as her forearm used to be. She touched it, and the sensation sent waves of horniness through her body. It rose even higher, twitching, a glob of precum building up already. She felt her balls tighten.

Okay …

If she wasn’t going to blow her load all over this place and ruin Laura’s apartment, she had to get somewhere easy to clean fast!

She looked around for the bathroom. Somehow, Laura’s place did have a toilet and a sink, but no shower. That was outside, on the corridor. As the sexual tension within her increased, she decided she couldn’t take any more chances.

Katie started to run outside, and found that it wasn’t all that easy to move fast with such a big cock standing out from her crotch. She fell into a waddling gait, trying to get to the shower as quickly as possible. The sudden bumps and shakes were enough to let her precum drip on the floor. She wanted to stop and do something to wipe them away, but just thinking about that was enough to make her even hornier. With a swing, she turned back around and headed for the bath again.

The delay was too long, though.

She came. She came so much.

It was stunning. Terrifying, really. She had spent a lot of time yesterday jerking off, and that had been nice, but now, it was overwhelming. It was like a garden hose. She splattered her cum all over the walls, covering the plaster with her jizz.

She managed to suppress a howl of lust, but only barely.

At last, it ebbed down. Her horniness didn’t really go away, she just stopped cumming for now, thick globs of sperm dripping down from her cock, pooling close to her feet.

She took a step back so as not to get it on herself. Then she looked around in the dimly lit corridor and gasped:

“How am I going to clean up this mess …”

Hearing her powerful, manly voice like this and sensing the smell of her cum fill her nose, Katie found herself turned on again.

“Oh no … This is going to end badly …”

She raced for the bathroom, stopped, and stared.

In the mirror, she saw …

A hunk. A massive hunk. An incredible dude. A guy like she always wanted. Massive shoulders, muscle-packed arms, broad, hairy chest, a jaw like a car seat, and bright, beautiful eyes … She raised her arm and watched as the mega-dude’s biceps swelled up into a cut mass of hard, veiny muscle.

Then she gave it a hard flex, relaxed it, flexed it again, harder.

It was amazing. She looked like a demigod … Hercules had nothing on her. She examined her profile, admiring her nose, her chin, the thickness of her chest …

She chuckled.

Sure, there was a lot of hair there, and she definitely should either shave or let her beginning beard grow out, but … holy fuck. She looked like a hero. A Greek statue come to life. An 80ies bodybuilder amped up to eleven.

Katie gasped. Suddenly, this whole football thing looked very, very doable …

 

It took her a while to get an outfit that worked on her massive body, but then, she decided that she was ready to go out. It was time to announce her idea to the rest of the cheerleaders. She just hoped they would even talk to her …

 

Soon enough, the entire cheerleader squad showed up at the gym. They all looked a bit confused by this. Pritika asked:

“Okay, so where is Katie?”

Madison hushed her:

“She wrote that she had a plan to fix this. She’ll be here in a moment.”

Gina was skipping a bit, keeping her move on. She asked:

“Why did she write? Couldn’t she just send a voice message like a normal person?”

The head cheerleader sighed:

“Listen, I don’t know either, but she’s a smart, nerdy woman. If she says she has a plan, I listen to her.”

“Your call …”

Madison turned to Robin:

“She’s your best friend. Do you have any idea what she’s up to?”

Robin shook her head:

“Sorry. I haven’t heard of her in the last two days.”

That’s when some big dude walked in, wearing a metal shirt that looked plastered to the guy’s body and some cargo pants and sandals. His long hair was tied into a pony tail and he had a noticeable five o’clock shadow.

Madison stared at the guy with the other cheerleaders. Man, this dude was an amazing hunk! They could see the shape of his huge cock through his pants. Where did he come from? They certainly had never seen a dude like this on campus …

The guy raised his right hand in greeting and said:

“Hi, girls.”

Madison blinked. The intonation seemed familiar. Maybe some cousin?

“Hi. I’m Madison. We’re having a cheerleader meeting. What are you doing here?”

The big guy grinned.

“Oh. Yeah.” He rubbed his temples. “That’s going to be an issue.”

“What do you mean? Who are you even?”

“Um. Okay, Madison, I don’t want you to freak out.”

“What’s going on here? Where’s Katie? Are you a cousin of hers?”

The big man chuckled:

“No … not exactly. Okay. Listen. I have a solution for the team problem.”

“Are you going to play? Do you have a full team available?”

“Not yet … Wait. I’m doing this wrong.”

“Man, I don’t know who you are, bro, but you are bad at this. Don’t ever go into management or public speaking.”

Now the guy blushed. Then he shook his head and said:

“Okay, whatever. Girls, it’s me, Katie.”

Katie had never in her life seen a group of people look at her in this way. It wasn’t disbelief. Disbelief suggested that someone could actually believe what she said. It was … the expression of someone who had just been told words that couldn’t make any sense in any context.

The big guy blushed even worse. There was a long, awkward silence. It just wouldn’t end. At last, Madison asked:

“Is this supposed to be a prank? Because if it is, I don’t get it. Like, at all?”

Pritika shrugged:

“Maybe it’s that absurdist thing they talked about in French class?”

Madison stared at her:

“Yeah, I don’t know, Priti? Maybe it is something from French class?” She turned back at the big guy. “What is it? Are you something from French class? Or are you just weird? Is it a stroke? Should we get an ambulance?”

Gina chuckled:

“I could give him mouth-to-mouth while they’re coming!”

Katie struggled with the situation, then she said:

“Okay, Robin, when you were five years old, you spent a whole summer getting everybody to call you Jimmy and dressing as a boy.”

Robin’s eyes opened wide.

“Man, what the heck? How do you know that? Did Katie tell you? She swore she would never tell anyone!”

“She didn’t … I mean, except now … I never told anybody!”

The other cheerleaders looked at the two of them. Bonny asked:

“Jimmy? Of all the boy names, you went for Jimmy?”

Robin blushed and turned to her:

“You shut up or I’ll tell everybody that your real name isn’t Bonny!”

Bonny paled and gasped.

“Don’t you dare!”

There was a very tense moment, then, Katie cleared her throat with a rumble. The girls turned to her.

“Anyway … Before I fucked up my relationship with Robin … I had a solution for our problem.”

Gina lifted her hand:

“May I?”

Katie made a vague affirming gesture.

“I guess?”

“Why are you a man? Not that I want to complain, I like the look.”

The muscledude lifted his arms soothingly and said:

“I’ll get to that in a moment. Girls, I have found a way to turn us into the team.”

The overall reaction was rather strange. Disbelief, confusion, panic, sudden enthusiasm … you had it all.

Finally, Madison asked:

“So that’s what you’ve been doing these last few days?”

“Yeah. Laura, Naomi and Qinqin came up with the drug, and it works. In only two days, I went from Katie to …” She flexed her arm, causing a massive biceps to swell up, stretching the big shirt’s sleeve brutally and making the seams creak. “

Gina giggled nervously.

The other cheerleaders just stared.

At last, Madison asked:

“And this is not a joke?”

“No joke, Madison. We can do this. We can build a team, and we can be strong enough to win this.”

The head cheerleader thought about it for a bit, then she asked:

“Okay, girls. You heard the … man … We can do this! We can do what Katie did, and we can take the men’s places and win this! Are you with me? Are you ready to fight and win?”

Katie stared at her, shocked by her reaction. She had expected many more questions, including, maybe, whether the process was reversible, but … no. Instead, Madison raised her fist and went all All-American Hero. To her surprise, the girls all joined in.

To be perfectly honest, she had never expected them to agree to such a crazy idea, but instead, they were all excited.

Madison turned to her and said:

“Okay, we’re ready. When can we start?”

Katie blinked.

“I’ll have to check with Laura? In a few days, I guess?”

She stared at the smaller woman and saw the glint of ambition in her eyes. For a moment, she was afraid of what she just unleashed.

 

Naomi tore open the door of the lab and grinned at Katie:

“Fuck! I wish every time I opened this door, I would see a mega-hunk like you standing there!”

She licked her lips, then added with a mocking tone:

“Say, big man, you wanna teach a nerd girl some biology?”

Katie looked down at her and blushed. It still was a bit strange how she had previously managed to ignore her friends’ general horniness until her transformation. Had they always been like that? Their behavior hadn’t generally been like that, had it?

She hesitated.

“Um … Is Laura here?”

“Sure. Come on in.”

Katie stepped inside and couldn’t help noticing Naomi’s eyes being glued to her butt. What the hell? As she came in, Laura quickly clicked away her screen and faced her:

“Katie! You’re here … and back … and … you know … ready? Do you need another injection? Or are you buff enough?”

There was a bit of regret in the tone of her voice. Katie shook her head:

“Nope, that’s not it. But I have talked to the rest of the squad, and they’re in! You can prepare the drugs for them.”

Laura and Naomi exchanged weirded out glances as Qinqin walked in from the storeroom. She seemed surprised:

“Wait, Katie, they actually agreed?”

Laura nodded:

“Honestly, I never thought they would.”

Katie struggled a bit with what was being unsaid here, but replied:

“Yeah. They’re in. They really want it. We’re going to do this, and we’re going to play to win.”

“Okay … Alright. Listen, that’s a lot of people to treat. We kinda don’t have the facilities set up to produce such amounts of the drug right now, so we can give them all a bit of a boost now, or maybe do one or two of them fully? It should get better once we got the lab set up to do this …”

“Alright. If that’s what it takes …”

The three nerds looked at each other. Clearly, they were in business now!

[El_Roy_1999]

A story for all those of you who like their women big, old, and large-clitted!

The Circus Lady
The circus is in town! During the show, Arthur gets to witness the Tremendous Titania, huge-titted older strongwoman! After this, it turns out that they match pretty nicely, and you’ll be able to read about their romance … This work of erotic fiction contains female muscle, a large-clitted older woman with huge breasts and feats of strength. All characters are at least 18 years old.

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To put things very simple, Arthur’s town wasn’t known for its excitement. Even calling it a town might have been a bit of an overstatement. It was a glorified village, surrounded by fields, and further away, by woods. The place had a dusty road leading in and back out, and an inn, a pub and a general store. That was it. Entertainment was sparse.

Since Hareton had been connected to the electrical grid, there was a bit more in the way of lighting and music, but people were gasping for every little bit of fun.

So, when the announcer arrived in his car, with the big placard of a clown and a beautiful lady on a horse, and his speakers started blaring circus music, everybody knew that there would finally be some relief from the drudgery. The kids reacted instantly, admiring the car and staring at the big man that filled it out quite completely. Then he got out of it in his fancy uniform, took his top hat, put it on, and shouted into his megaphone:

“LAAAADIES AND GENTLEMEN! GET READY! TOMORROW, IT IS TIME FOR FUN! TOMORROW, EXCITEMENT COMES TO YOUR TOWN! TOMORROW, YOU WILL WITNESS THE SPECTACLE OF YOUR LIFETIMES! DON EMILIO’S BIG TOP IS COMING! ENTERTAINERS OF KINGS AND PRESIDENTS! MASTERS OF ACROBATICS! WILD ANIMALS! INCREDIBLE ATHLETES! DEATH-DEFYING STUNTS!”

The man wouldn’t stop. Instead, he continued to shout about the beasts, acrobats and clowns and, to be honest, he drew quite the crowd. As he kept shouting, three more people climbed out of the car, and started handing out leaflets. Arthur smiled at the very shapely lady with the powerful thighs that gave him a slip of paper. She answered his smile and said:

“Don’t forget: The first twenty people in line get in for absolutely free!”

Arthur barely registered her words, but he nodded. Then the woman was already gone, continuing her distribution. He looked at the leaflet and saw the lions, the elephants, the horse-riding woman, the trapeze artist, the clowns, and … The Tremendous Titania! Apparently, one of the stars of the show was a strongwoman.

The young man shrugged. A strongwoman. Whatever. Sure, some women tended to be pretty strong and around here, all the wives of the farmers had to be able to work as hard as their men, but this seemed more or less like a waste of time.

Still, he would go for the animals. And the riding ladies. He was pretty sure that the leaflet woman was one of them. He chuckled. That woman could well ride him …

 

The next day, the circus crew arrived, set up the big top, and soon, people from all around started gravitating towards Hareton, bringing their kids, their parents and their farmhands. The place was bustling, and Arthur, who was also a farmhand and thus always short on cash, had managed to get to the top of the line and was now sitting by the arena on a bench, eating surprisingly salty yet expensive peanuts.

The show started soon enough and Arthur was quite amazed by what they were doing. The acrobats were incredible, the animals were funny and also a bit scary, and, well, so were the clowns.

And then, after he was already completely overwhelmed by all the craziness happening in the ring, the top-hatted man announced The Tremendous Titania!

To the wary applause of the crowd, a rather short woman entered the ring. She was wearing a very sparkly leotard that was extremely skimpy, and she was old.

Really old.

The spectators were starting to wonder what that was supposed to be. The Tremendous Titania was at least seventy, probably older, and her face showed her age, even though she had a concentrated, energetic expression.

Also, she was incredibly muscular. That, at least, was tremendous about her. Arthur had never seen muscles like that. Not on a woman, not on a man, not on an animal. Even the elephants from before looked a bit … slim … next to her.

As she walked to the center of the ring, waving at the crowd, Arthur was mesmerized. The woman’s muscles were incredibly dense, her shoulders were almost as broad as she was tall, and her traps were thick and high, completely absorbing her massive neck. She reached her destination, then she said:

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I am the Tremendous Titania, and I will now perform a few little feats.” An assistant brought her a set of black balls on a cart and she took three of them and started juggling. Arthur was quite good at juggling, and three balls weren’t impressive.

Okay, now she took a fourth one. Still … not very tremendous.

Suddenly, the wonderful lady from the leaflets appeared next to him and gave him a sign to come and join her on the arena. Together with a few other men, they assembled close to the Tremendous Titania. She was now juggling six balls and said:

“Gentlemen, are you ready?”

Arthur looked at her and the other guys and nodded.

“I’ll now toss you the balls. Don’t drop them, okay?”

More nods. To the crowd she called out:

“Let’s see what your boys are made of. To me, they look a bit … wimpy. Mothers, you have to feed them better!”

That drew a bit of a laughter, and then she tossed the first ball at one of the men.

The guy caught it easily … and then, he fell over. There was a bit of confusion.

Then the audience heard the man go:

“Shit! That thing is heavy!”

He barely managed to stand, holding the metal ball with both hands. Titania grinned, tossed two of the balls at the next pair of young men and said:

“Well, this young guy is holding up alright. Just one tip, young sir: keep your legs apart, so when you drop that thing, it won’t crush your toes!”

And she threw two more balls. The four other men had awkwardly caught those metal balls and had managed to hold them, stumbling to stay upright.

And now, she tossed the last one at Arthur. He braced for whatever was going to happen, and then, he caught it.

It was like getting hit by a cow. Arthur stumbled back, but managed not to fall down. Still, the weight of the ball took the air out of him.

The woman smiled and laughed and walked over to him with a swagger. Only now did Arthur realize just how enormous the woman’s tits were. They were squeezed a bit into that leotard, but … holy shit!

She grinned at him and asked:

“What’s your name, young man?”

“Arthur, Ma’am.”

“How heavy you think that ball is?”

“I dunno, Ma’am. Pretty heavy.”

“Right you are. Our Arthur here has just caught fifty pounds of cast iron.”

He nodded, and the crowd applauded. Then the woman said:

“Okay, boys, if you’re all warmed up, how about you help me for another bit?”

The men nodded eagerly. An assistant brought a kind of long bar with six simple seats attached to it.

“Alright, guys, keep your balls with you, okay?”

The crowd laughed as Titania directed them to sit on the chairs.

“You can keep them in your laps. Just … don’t play with your balls, okay?”

More laughter. Arthur sat down and the strongwoman got under the bar. And then, she stood up. It didn’t look like much, but Titania just lifted 300 pounds of iron balls and over a thousand of young men. The audience cheered, but that wasn’t enough. For now, the bar was resting on her huge shoulders, but she shifted her grip, and then, she hoisted the massive load upwards. Now the guys were some seven feet above the ground. People applauded and cheered her.

Titania walked around the ring, the men waving nervously as they were being paraded around. Then she returned to the center and said:

“Okay, boys, are you having fun up there?”

There were nods and sounds of agreement.

“Shall we spice this up a bit?”

The men hesitated a bit, but then, Titania just threw the whole bar in the air. As it rose, the men screaming in sudden terror, it flipped a bit, switching from horizontal to vertical, with the seats realigning themselves so the men still sat safely, held down by the metal balls on their laps.

Titania caught the tip of the bar with both hands, then pushed the whole thing up, balancing the pole with perfect grace before removing one hand.

Now the pole with the six men perched on top of each other was standing high above the arena, supported only by the old woman’s palm and her outstretched, unbelievably muscular arm.

The crowd was stunned at first, but then, roaring applause washed through the big top.

To his surprise, Arthur felt completely safe in his seat. The thing barely moved, such was the amazing control this woman had over it.

As the applause died down, Titania lowered them back down, switching the pole back into a bar, and asked:

“You alright, boys?”

They all nodded a bit nervously. To the spectators, she shouted:

“Give your guys a round of applause! They were all very, very brave to trust such a weak old woman as me!”

The audience clapped loudly, they laughed and stomped, and then she said:

“Okay, well done. Now you just have to give me the balls back!”

The men all handed them over, and Titania easily took them and returned them on the very robust cart. As Arthur gave her his, she smiled at him:

“You’re a cutie, you know that?”

He blushed and whispered:

“You’re great too …”

He couldn’t explain where that had come from, but … it was honest.

She gave him a friendly nod and replied:

“We’ll see each other after this, okay?”

 

Much later, the whole show wound down, the people filed out of the tent, and the overall feeling was that this had been a wonderful evening. Some of the kids still hung out by the animals, staring at the beasts as they relaxed after work, while the teenagers preferred to talk to artists, usually about life on the circus and the prospect of running away and leaving Hareton’s mind-boggling boredom behind.

Arthur waited for Titania to show up. He was getting increasingly nervous, wondering whether she had made fun of him by suggesting this meeting. Actually, he wasn’t sure she had actually said that they would meet. After all “after this” could mean anything, really? What if she meant after the circus was finished in town? Or when she quit at the circus, due to old age? Wait … The woman was clearly very old already. How would quitting due to old age even work?

[El_Roy_1999]

Sorry for the long delay, but here’s a story all of you ftm fans will enjoy!

Fitting In
Sarita is accepted at a prestigious college. She expects to improve her skills at bio-chemistry and to meet other science prodigies. Sadly, the place turns out to be full of useless nepo-babies. The only nerdy dudes are the bodybuilders. Thankfully, they are very much interested in her skills, and she ends up being just as fascinated by their ideals. This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth, height growth, hairiness, futa and gender blending. All characters are at least 18 years old.

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The Emir Hussein Ibn Aziz Al-Saqri Institute for Science and Technology advertised itself as the number one institute for training young researchers in the Gulf area. The website showed the modern laboratories, the famous researchers coaching the young talents, the extensive sports facilities (“Mens sana in corpore sano”), the closeness to the capital and the partnerships with other colleges all over the world.

Sarita Mendez had great expectations when she was accepted to the college on a scholarship for excellency. Her school record was impressive, and she had already worked on several bio-chemistry projects, first with her teachers, then even with university people. Her work was interesting enough that several companies had already suggested she started right away with them.

Her parents said no. They wanted her to graduate from college first. What if it turned out to be a fluke? Then she would be in her mid-thirties and she’d have no finished training. Sarita understood the arguments and they went on the lookout for a good college. One of the professors had heard good things about the Institute for Science and Technology, and his own former teacher was now working there. It was probably a good place to graduate and build a network.

She had applied, and she was accepted quickly. Her parents did have to pay something for the lodgings, but the tuition and the whole equipment was included.

So, this all looked very fine indeed.

It took Sarita a moment to realize that the advertisements had lied.

Sure, the Institute’s equipment was excellent, and the teachers had amazing credentials, but … expectations were a little different.

During Introductory Organic Chemistry, the other girls in class just wouldn’t shut up. Sarita was sitting all the way in front, trying to listen to the professor, but the noise the young women were making was deafening. She turned around to glare at them and try to figure out what was going on.

One of the young women, Zaira, was loudly talking about her new breasts. She was veiled, of course, but that didn’t stop her. She had removed the lower part of her hijab that covered her chest, and had pulled down her dress so the other girls could admire them.

“I had the doctor make them all big and round! I want them to look like on a Barbie, you know?”

“I totally get you … I want mine like this too … You have to tell me the name of your surgeon.”

“Wow! Look at how small the scars are … I wish mine were as little!”

“Stop complaining, Umna, your tits are great!”

“Yeah … I love your nipples!”

The girls were all excited about this, while Sarita just cringed. She wanted to listen to the professor, not some stupid talk about tits!

She got a part of her wish when the girls switched to the topic of lips. Apparently, Asra had hers done not with injections, but with implants, and now, they looked so much fuller! And it was permanent too!

At last, the young women noticed Sarita and her stares.

They gave her frustrated looks.

Batoul rolled her eyes at her:

“What is it, Hindu girl?”

“What? I’m not Hindu.”

“Who cares? What do you want? Can’t you be scruffy somewhere else?”

Sarita crumbled under the haughty looks of the young women. They were right. The girls were impeccably styled, and their looks, while artificial and ridiculous, where still perfect. Each one of them sported perfect, if overdone makeup, and extremely stylish and expensive clothes that were as elegant as they were modest. They also shared the same nose, which was apparently the style that was en vogue right now …

Next to them, Sarita wasn’t even an ugly duckling. She tried to brush her hair and tie it into a ponytail, but it would always break out into thick curls whenever it could, and she couldn’t bring herself to wearing something different than oversized pants and big t-shirts, usually with nerdy prints on them. Before she left, her parents had suggested she dressed locally and had bought her a set of clothes at the local Pakistani shop, but she had found the fabric to feel incredibly uncomfortable and cheap-looking. Next to those silky marvels, she would have looked even more like a peasant.

What made things worse was that she really wondered what they looked like naked … Sarita didn’t see herself as gay or bisexual or anything … but those women? They did make her curious!

“I just wanted to say … I’d like to listen to the professor.”

“Then do that? What’s keeping you?”

Umna was inspecting the shape of Zaira’s tits through the fabric now.

“You’re loud. I can’t hear what he’s saying?”

“Then, I don’t know, sit closer to him? You’re the genius, aren’t you?”

“I’m not a genius! I just …”

Finally, the professor decided to act.

“Ms. Mendez … Please, would you keep it down? I am trying to explain important basics that you will need for the coming lessons …”

“But Sir …”

“Please.”

His expression suggested that she had screwed up. Sarita sighed loudly. The professor glared at her.

She nodded and tried to concentrate, but the giggling just continued.

 

Eventually, it was time for a break. The students exited the classroom, still noisy and distracted. Sarita just sat there, trying to get her mind to work. The background noise had really drained her. Why couldn’t these idiots not shut up?

She wondered whether things would be better in the male classes …

Officially, the college was all for co-education, but in practice, the classes were strictly segregated by gender. Sarita could maybe try getting into one of the men’s groups.

As she passed one of the rooms, she listened to what they were doing. Maybe that was better?

“Ferrari? Those are shitty cars. They’re all loud, but they’re not fast! You need a real fast car. Do it like me! Get your dad to buy you a Porsche! Or even better, an Aston Martin. Now that’s a real car!”

Sarita poked her head in. The classes were alternating breaks to make sure the students didn’t meet across genders, although, as far as the other women told her, there were plenty of opportunities to actually get together, in secret, though …

The young men were ignoring the teacher completely too, talking loudly about their cars, their clothes and the women they were apparently fucking. She sighed. That didn’t sound much more interesting either. She wanted to retreat, when one of the guys spotted her. He got up, completely ignoring the teacher who was droning on about something, and walked to her. Sarita was a bit surprised. The guy was incredibly buff and broad-shouldered. Most of the men around here tended to be either thin and scrawny or quite fat, but this guy was actually fit.

Two other similar guys showed up a moment later.

Sarita was starting to feel a bit threatened. Maybe she should run? Maybe get help? The men weren’t supposed to be with women during class, so …

“Hey, nerd girl, you got a moment?”

She blushed.

“Nerd girl?”

“You gotta be the nerd girl. You’re the only one without makeup and duck lips.”

“I’m wearing makeup.”

“You’re wearing makeup? Where?”

Somehow, Sarita lost all nervousness. She pointed at her eyelashes. Then at her eyebrows. Then at her cheeks.

The guy was looking increasingly confused. He came very close now and examined her cheek with great curiosity.

“Hmmmm …”

One of his fellows asked:

“What do you see, Hamid?”

“I guess there’s some makeup here …”

Sarita rolled her eyes.

“Okay, now that we have established this … What do you even want?”

Hamid blushed:

“Weeell … You’re a science nerd. I’ve bought some stuff that will make my muscles grow, but I’m not sure whether it’s any good.”

She shrugged:

“Maybe try a little at first?”

“Nah. You’re the nerd, you know stuff. I want you to test it in the lab and tell me whether it’s safe.”

Sarita made an annoyed face.

“Nope.”

“What?” Hamid was genuinely taken aback. “Why?”

“I’m not here to take orders from you.”

This astonished the guys significantly.

“Um.”

“What? You’re not my bosses.”

“But … we’re guys. You’re some foreign chick. Probably from India. And you should be happy to serve me.”

“I’m not from India. Where does everybody get the idea? And I’m not serving anybody.”

The men realized that this wasn’t going to work. Their expressions turned to anger.

“Well then, fuck you!”

Sarita smiled at them. They were so helpless, despite their big muscles.

“Relax. I’ll do it. But I’m not your servant, and I expect you to say ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ like normal people.”

The muscle-bros stared at the diminutive young woman, exchanged glances and then nodded.

“Okay. Would you please check those drugs for us?”

With a big gracious smile, Sarita declared:

“Of course I will. Meet me at the biochemistry lab after school.”

 

The muscleguys clustered around the young woman, staring nervously at the screen of her computer. She clicked on some buttons, then consulted a few websites, then sighed and said:

“Okay …”

Jamal asked, his voice a bit too loud:

“So, is it safe?”

Hamid knocked against the back of his head with his fist.

“Shut up, idiot! Let her think!” To Sarita, he said: “Don’t mind him, Sarita. He’s a fool.”

“I’m not a fool …”

“Shut the fuck up, Jamal!”

“Okay, okay …”

Sarita glared at them and they all fell silent.

“As far as I can see from the tests, this is not good quality. Whoever sold you this stretched it quite a bit, and some of the things they put in there are probably not healthy. Some are harmless. But … I wouldn’t use it if I were you.”

The look of relief on the young men’s faces were incredible. Hamid nodded eagerly:

“Thank you so much, Sarita! That was amazing! All that science stuff … You’re a genius!”

“No, no … I was just applying the standard tests …”

Jamal interrupted her:

“She’s a genius!”

The rest of the boys nodded and agreed loudly.

To be perfectly honest, Sarita felt flattered. Those guys were idiots, but … their antics were cute. And some of them actually looked quite good. She suppressed a chuckle.

Then Hamid asked:

“Um … I have a question, Sarita …”

She smiled:

“What is it? Any other things you need tested?”

He nodded, but then he added:

“Yes, I have some drugs for a party on the weekend, but … if you can test those things, can you also make them?”

Sarita thought about this for a moment, then she said:

“Shouldn’t be too difficult with the equipment here. This is all top of the line. Also weird that it’s not getting used …”

“And do you need anything? Any other things?”

The young woman grinned:

“I think you’ll be able to help me a lot!”

 

After a few days of preparation, Sarita and the bodybuilders went to the lab together. The professors weren’t terribly interested in what they were doing. To be honest, Sarita suspected that they had joined this college to get a steady stream of income at the end of their careers, or to just do their own stuff, entering a deal of mutual ignorance with the students.

This served the young woman well.

Directing her muscular manservants, she began synthesizing the drugs they wanted. It took her a few weeks to set everything up, but once the whole thing was up and running, she could provide them with a steady stream of high-quality substances, which she then tailored to the individual users. The boys were amazed by the stuff. The intensity of their gains was equally impressive.

Sarita could literally watch them getting bigger and buffer by the day. The rest of the college students also started to notice eventually. It was quite astonishing. The women seemed to be quite into these changes, impressed by the bodybuilders’ increasing mass and size, as well as their rapidly improving confidence. As Sarita got more familiar with all the stuff the boys were shooting, she started introducing little improvements here and there to make the drugs more efficient and to increase their stamina.

She loved this work. It was right up her alley. She could nerd out about all those molecules and enzymes, and the muscleboys would keep coming up with better and better exercises. Somehow, she had become the guys’ muscle-herder, and they certainly appreciated her mastery.

They even started calling her Sheikha and would get her advice on pretty much everything.

As a result, the young men’s grades improved. Or actually, they didn’t improve, but the professors found themselves impressed by what they were doing. There was no doubt about their graduation, obviously, but now, it was clear that they were actually going to earn it. Suffice to say, this only made the bodybuilders more attached to their Sheikha.

For Sarita, this didn’t bring the improvement she had expected. Okay, it was nice to have people to hang out with, and the muscleguys were quite nice and respectful, but her commitment only made her more suspicious to the other students. The women were definitely disagreeing with this and would make disparaging comments right in her face now. While Sarita tried to hide her unhappiness, she found that the buff guys were surprisingly alert.

“Ya Sheikha, are the women getting you down?”

Hamid, Jamal and Yasin sat down next to her, filling the surroundings with their bulk.

Sarita tried to conceal her feelings, but then, she nodded.

The three young musclemen nodded gravely.

“That’s bad. It’s hard to find good friends, and those women … they can be very hurtful.”

“I just want to be left alone, you know? They are constantly picking on me, and I didn’t do anything!”

“You helped us.”

“That’s not the reason!”

“Maybe it is.” Hamid gave her a very wise smile. Then he said: “You know what, Sheikha? We’re going to take you with us, and you’re going to train with us.”

“But … That’s not my issue.”

“Correct. And yet, you will see that it helps you. Come with us, and we will make you sweat it all out. You will feel exhausted, but you will also feel better.”

Sarita gave them a skeptical look, but the three men nodded gravely, had her get up, and took her to the gym.

 

When Sarita returned to the dorm after the workout, she felt great! Sure, she was exhausted and sweaty too, but she also felt great! She hadn’t expected this to be such a nice experience. The guys had taken their time to explain every exercise carefully and had encouraged her to do every single one of them very carefully. Then they had made her do a full routine. Since it was their leg day, she found it quite astonishing to see just how much weight she could move on the leg press, but they also warned her that she would find that she would be sore for the next few days.

Still, Hamid, Jamal and Yasin had been right: She did feel better. This was a great experience! Also, she had to admit that looking at those super-buff guys she had helped form with her expertise certainly was entertaining …

The next day brought exactly the issues the men had warned her about. Sarita could barely walk and stumbled along clumsily, which only made the girls mock her even harder.

However, this somehow motivated her to try working out again.

So, when the guys assembled for their next session, she just walked up to them, declared that she was in, and joined up.

Hamid and the others were delighted and made sure she felt good with them.

 

As the term ground on, Sarita noticed that the daily training was changing her. On the one hand, she was getting buff. That was obvious, and something she quite enjoyed. She was getting fit and strong and her posture improved. She felt amazing.

On the other hand, her tolerance for the girls’ bullshit fell. At first, she did her best to ignore them, but as the weeks went by, their attempts at bullying really only got on her nerves. It was just getting boring, not hurtful. It was supposed to make her feel bad, but instead, it just made her tired.

Also, she noticed that since her body started changing, the girls were beginning to lose their shit. It was interesting to watch. Contrary to them, Sarita wore Western clothes, and while they were still baggy and roomy, her improving physique was making them look pretty nice: Her shoulders had become a bit wider, her chest was pushing up her breasts, her waist was getting very trim, and her ass and legs were getting very shapely. She even had a bit of a six-pack by now.

When she admired herself in the mirror after a hard workout, she couldn’t help but feeling proud about her new looks.

And the other young women hated her guts for it.

When she inadvertently exposed her abs as she tried to shift her shirt, she could see them go green with envy. When one of the girls pinched her ass to humiliate her, and the other woman realized just how hard and round it had become, she could literally feel their jealousy.

And it felt so good.

[El_Roy_1999]

A supernatural story for the fans of occult growth and transformation.

The Demon Dean
Ren and July are excellent students in college. When a new dean is appointed, he wants to improve the fitness of the student body and gets Ren to try out the program. Soon, Ren is making excellent progress, becoming stronger, tougher and more assertive. Now, she wants more, and the dean is happy to provide!

This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth, height growth, moral corruption and gender transformation. All characters are at least 18 years old.

Read it here:

https://books2read.com/u/47poP7

The preview:

„Hi Ren!“

„Good morning, July!“

The two students hugged. It was still early, but both were chirpy and happy to see each other. The rest of the students that walked by seemed much less enthusiastic about the coming day. Ren admired her friend.

“July, you look awesome! I love what you did with your hair, and that shirt is … so cool!”

“Thank you! I’m glad you like it!”

July posed for her friend, her red hair looking amazing, matching her deep green shirt with silver embroidery. July was a bit of a nerd, but in a cute way, while Ren was more of a preppy, cheerleader-type girl. Honestly, she was a cheerleader, but she was also on the band, helped out in the library and spent her free time at the soup kitchen the college operated as a part of its charter. Also, she was the editor of the St. Arioch Reporter, the college newspaper. With her perfectly pressed white blouse and her demure deep purple skirt, she was the perfect modest college girl, without any of the messes and excesses the other women at the college engaged him.

Not that St. Arioch was a college known for its tendency to produce chaos. Far from it. The young men and women who studied there came from middle class families which mostly headed either for family businesses or straightforward professions. There was the joke that you could either become an accountant or a dentist at St. Arioch.

Ren hadn’t decided yet, but she was certainly feeling at home here.

The two young women headed for their lecture. As they did, they passed a bunch of fit guys who immediately checked them out. One of them, Harry, even made a hooting noise. Ren and July looked away. This wasn’t okay! Also, they couldn’t tell whether this was supposed to be a joke or whether Harry was serious about it.

Either way, they just needed to get to class …

 

A little later, as the professor was explaining a rather complicated concept, there was an announcement over the PA. The teacher looked a bit annoyed since he was in mid-sentence, but the students perked up, listening carefully.

“Dear students, we are sorry to announce that Dean Crawford has been in an accident and won’t be able to continue working for our college. Instead, the board has chosen Professor William Z. Robert as our new dean. He will address the students in groups over the next week. We wish Dean Crawford a rapid recovery, and welcome Professor Robert as our new dean!”

The teacher sighed, but the students wondered what that man would be like. Dean Crawford was a friendly older gentleman who had nothing but praise for his students, but tended to seem a bit behind the times.

July asked:

“You think this new guy is going to be as relaxed as Dean Crawford?”

Ren shook her head:

“I don’t think so. Usually, people like that have to be strict at first, and then they can soften up …”

“Yes, that sounds reasonable. You’re going to get an interview with him anyway, right?”

“I can’t wait!”

She smiled cheerfully. Then the two of them focused on the lecture again.

 

A few days later, Ren was waiting nervously in front of the dean’s office. She considered herself to be a good reporter by now, but before big interviews like this one, she still got jittery.

Then, she was called in. The door was opened and she was surprised to find the dean to be quite impressive. He was tall, very fit … she could even call him muscular. The man had black hair with a bit of a widow’s peak, and wore a rather fancy suit. Next to the old dean’s style, this man suggested power and charm. There was something fascinating about his eyes. It felt as if they were full of intensity and power. Ren found herself to keep looking at them, surprised by their color. They were dark and intense, but there was some kind of reddish sheen to them too …

“Hello, you must be Ms. Stevens, right?”

“That’s correct, Professor Robert.”

“Come on in, have a seat.”

She nodded and did just that. A moment later, the interview was progressing nicely. The dean’s deep, warm voice and his enthusiasm for his new position were catching. Ren was amazed by the plans he had for the college. She kept looking at his eyes, her mind swirling as he gazed at her. Her mind kept returning to his eyes, feeling rather empty at the same time.

“… I think having a healthy student body is really the most important. Students spend a lot of time sitting nowadays, and sitting is one of the most dangerous things one can do in modern life!”

“Sitting?”

“Yes. One wouldn’t think so, but there’s a wealth of studies on the dangers both for posture, bodyweight, circulation, even mental abilities.”

“Wow. That’s why you’re so buff?”

The older man chuckled. By now, Ren was hanging at his lips.

“Yes, partially. I just enjoy working out. Started it after finishing my degree when I realized that all that studying had really put me in a bad shape. So I was very happy to start training, and I never looked back. I can only recommend it, which is why I will do everything I can to promote physical fitness as well as mental health.”

“That sounds great!” Ren underlined this in her notes.

“Of course, nutrition is also a big part of the process. So, starting next month, the college will offer healthier food at the cafeteria and there will be programs on cooking and nutrition for everybody who’s interested.” He smiled: “I make an excellent Sichuan tofu dish!”

Ren was sold. This was incredible. His eyes seemed to encourage her.

“I can’t wait!”

“Good! If you’re interested, I have already secured a deal with Yucobax Nutrition, of which you probably heard …”

“Can’t say I have, sir.”

“They make excellent protein drinks. Very tasty. Would you like to try one?”

She nodded. The big man got up, walked into the small tea kitchen attached to his office, and returned with a glass with a white, milky liquid a moment later. The man smiled, his voice deep and calm, expressing a kind of charming confidence.

“Give it a taste. I really like it.”

Ren took the glass with both hands and gave it a sip.

“Wow! That’s great! I didn’t expect it to be so tasty …”

“Don’t forget to exercise a bit later on. Maybe just a nice, brisk walk over the campus grounds, unless you want to put in a good workout at the gym. You’ll see that you’ll feel much better!”

The student nodded:

“I can’t wait, sir.”

Eventually, the interview concluded and Ren left, feeling all energetic and ready for anything.

 

After quickly typing out the interview and formatting it for publication on the newspaper site, Ren was still full of energy. She had worked as fast as never before, and she just decided to take the dean’s advice and go on a walk.

She quickly changed into her workout clothes, and soon, that walk turned into a nice jog, which in turn become a run. Ren was amazed. Maybe it was just her whole feeling, but she had the impression that she had a lot of energy, and she really enjoyed feeling the movement.

After half an hour of running, she relaxed a bit, stretched and realized she was quite close to the gym. Well, if that wasn’t a sign of the heavens?

She headed inside and found the young men from earlier working out. This time, they were not joking around foolishly, instead, they looked very focused. Harry smiled at her and asked:

“Would you like to join us? We’re doing a final set for today, and you can try and see what you like.”

Ren nodded eagerly and got busy.

The young men watched her in a certain awe as she kept up with them. Sure, there were a few technique issues which they helped her correct, but what seriously impressed them was how Ren was somehow able to maintain good form and focus all through their workouts. She wasn’t using anywhere the weights they were used to, but still, having her just show up and blaze through an intense training like that … Wow.

When they were all finished, Ren was pretty exhausted, but not in a bad way. She smiled:

“That was great! When can we do this again?”

Harry grinned:

“We’re here every day. Just come on over and join in! After that show, I think we’d all be happy to have you with us!”

There were sounds of agreement.

As they all cleaned up the gym, Ren couldn’t stop herself from checking out Harry. Man, he was kinda handsome behind his goofy gym-bro attitude … Obviously, she couldn’t just do anything … but … Weeeell …

 

The next weeks were a bit of a blur for Ren. She was so full of energy, it was incredible! She had never felt like this, but she absolutely adored it. It was just too good! Maybe it was the protein drink, but … wow! The dean insisted on having regular talks with her, “fireside chats” as he called them, and would explain his policies and plans for the college for her. As a result, Ren was getting very involved in the actual business side of the college, and began to understand many of the challenges the whole institution was dealing with.

After a particularly complicated talk about how the college’s athletic policies would be developed over the next years, Ren gave the dean a rather exhausted sigh. She had done her best to not down his ideas, but at the same time, she kept getting lost in the dean’s eyes. It was as if they looked deep into her soul. The tall man smiled and asked:

“I overdid it, didn’t I?”

“Well, sir, I’m afraid I’ll have to really go through my notes and try to understand what you just explained before I can put all of this into an article.”

“I understand. I’m sorry. You know how it is. Once one’s passionate about a subject, one might just get carried away …”

“I kinda get why that would happen.” She looked through her notes. “So just so I understand it, the big focus during the next years is to really develop the sports teams, especially the male ones?”

“That’s right. I have high hopes for this generation. The women’s sports teams won’t be reduced, obviously, but you have seen what our boys can do, right?”

She nodded. Yes … They were definitely nice to look at!

The dean got up. Ren’s eyes followed him mechanically. She felt a kind of inexplicable sadness that the talk had ended.

“Would you like your protein drink to finish things off?”

“That would be great sir. Thank you!”

He went to the back room and returned with a big glass. Ren inadvertently licked her lips. Then she took a big sip.

“Mmh! Sir, if I may say … These guys really manage to make a great protein drink. It’s actually tasty!”

“I think they take great pride in their recipe. And it’s free, so that is an extra advantage.”

“That’s right.” Ren downed the rest of the glass. “Have you thought about distributing it in the cafeteria yet?”

“I am working on it. It does need a bit of infrastructure. But of course, if you find people who might profit from it …”

“I’ll see what I can do, sir.”

With a smile on her face, Ren left.

 

At the same time, her training went marvelously. In those few weeks since she started working out with the boys, her fitness had improved tremendously. She ran faster, she jumped higher, she lifted heavier, she was more flexible … It was astonishing. On the cheerleader squad, she was excelling, supporting the team with her increasing strength and just providing the kind of energy they needed to collectively improve. However, she also stuck with the Harry and the boys. Going to the gym with them had become a part of her daily routine, and she would make sure they were all there.

The gym bros and her had become fast friends. She was one of the boys now, in on all of their shenanigans and happily taking part in their activities, even the less public ones. Somehow, the young men found her to be very comfortable around them, a kind of energetic tomboy who was just into the same things and pushed them to get better at their stuff the same way as they did.

Harry was pretty amazed by her. The more she worked out, the sexier she seemed to become. Her ass firmed up tremendously and soon turned into twin hard bubbles of muscle, her waist became plastered with hard blocks of ab, and her chest got wider, bigger and stronger. Soon, there was talk about her getting an athletics scholarship. Her only real problem was that she couldn’t make up her mind on which sport to pursue … All her activities were taking up her time, and she really didn’t have the time to cram in even more stuff to do.

The young men didn’t mind having her around for longer. There was just so much dumb shit they could do together.

Just yesterday, Alex and Finn decided to try their pec bounces. The two young men were standing there, trying to make their chests move. Harry was a bit embarrassed. He clearly didn’t want Ren to feel weird about this.

“Hey, guys, cut it out. You’re making Ren uncomfortable!”

Alex raised an eyebrow at him.

“You sure about that, bro?”

Harry turned to Ren, who was grinning.

“Um, Ren …”

Finn made his chest roll and pop.

“Tell me, Ren, are we making you uncomfortable?”

He made his pecs jump enticingly. The cheerleader laughed:

“I don’t know. You tell me?”

Then she flexed her right pec. It made her breast bounce a bit. Finn’s eyes practically popped out of his orbits, while Alex coughed as he choked. Harry tried to look away.

Ren just grinned:

“I only managed to do the right one. Should I try the other one?”

Now the three young men were all trying to say no and insist it wasn’t necessary, but also tried sneaking a peek. It took Ren a few more tries until she managed to do both pecs, and then, she declared:

“Okay … I think I got this. Could you play some music, Finn? We could try to do a choreography together!”

Finn and Alex were blushing deeply, while Harry realized just how much he was in love with her!

 

The school year went on and Ren was constantly busy. Writing articles for the newspaper, working out with the boys, cheerleader practice, and, of course, studying, took up all of her time. Normally, this would make her tired and exhausted, but instead, she barely noticed how much she was doing. However, she did miss on spending time with July, coming in way earlier than normal, and leaving the school building late at night.

So, after a few attempts to talk to her, July got up very early, and, after sleeping through three snoozes, she managed to find Ren as she walked up to the college campus.

“Um, Ren …”

The blond young woman smiled at her. July was impressed. They hadn’t seen each other much lately, and Ren had definitely changed. She looked … bigger. Not fatter, no … Not at all. She looked buff. Strong. Ripped, even. Actually, the word “swole” came to mind. She was looking impressive, her shoulders having become broader, her arms hanging lazily on her side, but sporting a pair of nice biceps that were visible even relaxed. Her chest was equally bigger and broader, giving her breasts some solid support. And her ass … okay … That thing was great!

“July! Sorry for not writing back … I was all busy with the newspaper … I’m really sorry!”

The redhead shook her head:

“Don’t worry. I totally understand. I was just wondering how you were doing. I … I miss you.”

“Oh, that’s so sweet of you, July … I miss you too. I just … with the gym, and the meetings with the dean … My schedule was just so full!”

“Well, you are looking great …”

“You think so?”

Ren felt July’s hand on her shoulder. The other young woman squeezed it a bit, then nodded admiringly.

“You’re so buff! That’s incredible!”

“The boys and I are working out every day now, and the cheerleader practice, and the protein shakes and everything …”

“Wow. Well, I can’t argue with the results …”

Ren grinned and flexed her arm. Her biceps popped up nicely, forming a hard mass that shifted under her skin. It wasn’t big or anything, but it was … large for a young woman. Instantly, she felt July’s eyes on her. Suddenly, she had an idea:

“Say, would you like to join me? I don’t know about the boys, but I think I know my way around the gym now, and I think I could train you!” She smiled: “Maybe that’s what I want to do, become a personal trainer!”

July nodded slowly. That sounded great!

[El_Roy_1999]

Here’s a more classical muscle growth story, and one might deduce from the plot that it was written a year ago …

Pandemonium
A pandemic is sweeping the nation. A pandemic of muscle growth! Jane and Araya are working on a treatment, when things go wrong in the best way …

This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth. All characters are at least 18 years old.

Read it here:
https://books2read.com/u/38wwaO

And here’s your preview:

“Ladies and Gentlemen … The President of the United States of America.”

The reporters rose as the fanfare played. A spot went on and illuminated Margaret Kerry-DuBois as she walked along the stage to the podium. The president was a tall, fit woman in her sixties, having previously served as senator for the state of Georgia and as a senior diplomat of the United States in some of the more dangerous countries of the world. The spectators remembered the watershed moment when it was clear that she would win the election.

A bunch of terrorists had decided to assault the big final debate between Kerry-DuBois and the incumbent. To the audience’s shock, the senator had kept her wits and guided both her opponent and the master of ceremonies to safety into a hiding place.

When the old man had said “Alright, well, I’d vote for you …” to the cameras after the whole thing was over, it was obvious that she had the thing in her pocket.

Now, it was time to address the first big challenge …

Margaret Kerry-DuBois faced the audience, took a deep breath and showed her most solemn face. She had dark skin, reduced, elegant makeup, and perfectly cut black, bobbed hair. As would be expected from a woman of her stature, she always wore elegant, yet simple pantsuits, and today was no exception. She took a sip of water, then she started.

“Ladies and Gentlemen of the press, dear guests, my fellow Americans … Today, I will address the current rumors of a new epidemic that some say is spreading over our country.”

She paused for effect. It was uncommon for the president to address rumors, let alone health concerns. Usually, this would be a matter for the CDC’s director. Having the POTUS talk about it on national television was … surprising.

“As I said during my campaign, I vouch for openness and clarity in all official communications. I want the American citizens and the people that live here to feel safe and aware of any dangers.” A firm look at the press. “As Franklin D. Roosevelt once said: ‘The only thing we have to fear, is fear itself’, and it is my duty as president to stand against fear, panic and confusion. This is why I have decided to clear up the situation regarding these rumors.”

The press people exchanged glances.

“The current reports of a new epidemic concern the idea that people are turning muscular without warning. I have asked the CDC to compile a report on this phenomenon.” She lifted the report for the camera. A non-descript binder. “The director assures me that there is no viral or bacterial cause to this. There is no danger to the population and no necessity to use personal protection equipment such as masks …”

One of the reporters leaned over to his colleague:

“Is it just me, or is her blazer tighter than usual?”

“I don’t know. Could be? Maybe too many state dinners?”

He chuckled.

“No, seriously. Look at it … It’s tighter.”

The reporter flipped back on his phone. The picture he had taken at first looked different. The shoulders of the blazer were somewhat stretched now compared to before.

“Weird …”

“Yeah.”

Margaret Kerry-DuBois sighed. This was going well. Everything was clear and understandable. The reporters were attentive, and she had made her point. Good. She probably should be feeling more comfortable now, but instead, her clothes felt tight. Where did that come from?

There was this warmth … She was used to the heat of the stage lights, but it was more than usual! Did they use new lamps? She felt a drop of sweat form on her brow. This was not good. Sometimes, she wondered why she had to work with people who didn’t take their jobs seriously.

Well, she had to get through this without any fuck-ups.

Suddenly, a thought crossed her mind … What if she got infected? In the first moment, she was shocked, but then she calmed down. There wasn’t much she could do now, right? Also, there was this strange sensation of power that was welling up within her. That didn’t feel bad at all …

“Should you notice any significant changes to your metabolism, please visit your family doctor. The CDC will provide additional information to …”

Her voice trailed off for a moment and she took a deep breath. Her suit creaked audibly.

“… to …”

The president tried to focus. She took another deep breath. Fuck. So she was getting horny now … This was literally the worst place to get aroused … It felt good, though … She hadn’t felt this horny in years …

It was … wow … Wow!

She bit her lip. No wonder people were reporting being affected by this effect as late as possible. She breathed out sharply. Yes …

The assembled reporters were confused by what they were seeing. One of the correspondents from France whispered to a local colleague:

“Is she having a stroke, or an orgasm? Is this normal?”

The woman next to him raised an eyebrow, observed the politician, and then shrugged.

“It looks … odd.”

“Her clothes are not well-tailored either. You Americans still have a lot to learn from the continent.”

“Uh …”

On stage, the president was struggling with her notes. Her breaths were becoming more labored. The suit was getting horribly tight all over. Not just the blazer … the pants too.

Trying to manage the pressure, she reached for the buttons, but just then, the top button was blown off. It shot through the room and landed among the reporters.

She chuckled to herself as she saw the button disappear in the crowd. Wow. This was amazing …

The president grabbed the lectern and groaned loudly, leaning forward. It was obvious that her body was growing in some way, the seams at the blazer’s shoulders stretching visibly.

“Ladies and … Gentlemen … There is nothing … nothing to … to worry about … The government has … the situation … under control … and you can … you can … you caaaan … Goood, this feels … this is amazing … Fuuuck …”

There was a loud crack as one of the seams gave way. This was followed by a surprising crinkling sound as the president’s grip of the lectern tightened. Was she crushing the wood with her bare hands? Also, did the President of the United States just say “fuck” on live national TV?

The spectators were all for it. This was the scoop of the century!

Some of them got up to get a better look, microphones were pointed even harder at the leader of the free world.

Margaret Kerry-DuBois was struggling to stay focused. Her mind was getting flooded by insane thoughts. Thoughts of power, thoughts of sex. She was changing. Her iron will and her strict devotion to her duty as president were fading, replaced by a sensation of incredible lust for power …

What wouldn’t she give to fuck someone right now? How about fighting someone? What if she became the ruler of the world? That was megalomaniac, she knew, but somehow it didn’t feel as insane as it would have an hour ago …

Her grip tightened even further, and with a loud crack, the lectern splintered.

Then she growled:

“This is fucking incredible … I fucking love it! This strength! America … America is the strongest country in the world! It deserves the strongest people in the world! If I had the strength back then, I would have crushed these fuckers with my bare hands!”

The last words were basically roared at the microphones. Her face was looking shockingly intense now. There was so much confidence, so much energy … She was in charge. She was strong, she was assertive, she was at the center of the most powerful country in the world …

That’s when it happened.

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