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A short thing I did for Tigersan as a continuation of The Thin Woman (https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/826094).
Satanic Panic
Ever since Katrin rescued David, he’s been obsessing about the strange, thin musclewoman. Now he decides to go all in to meet her again. She does have plans for him, though …
This erotic fiction contains female muscle and extreme thinness. All characters are 18 or older.https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1002127
A story for the fans of the ultra-big, ultra-monstrous women!
To the Bitter End
Katie is really bad at dealing with challenges. And if there’s someone who thinks she can’t double her bodyweight in muscle, well, joke’s on him!
This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth and body modification. All sexually active characters are at least 18 years old.Get it here and enjoy!
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1000945
(This is the translation of a story previously available in German only.)
And a little preview:
“Katie, are you sure this is a good idea?”
Manny was almost intimidated. He knew his girlfriend tended to have intense ideas and she did like to try dangerous and frankly crazy things. This was part of her appeal. She wasn’t into extreme sports or anything, but she wasn’t the person to just say “no”. Just the opposite, actually. She loved stupid suggestions and challenges.
As a result, the Double-You-challenge was right up her alley. This was just another one of those things. She ended up in the depths of the dark web and looked for the strangest and most intense message boards. Manny was used to crazy stuff, but this was too much, even for him.
Not for her, though.
She loved it. She joined the discussions, held her opinions and picked fights with obviously insane people.
Not that Manny had much to complain. If he wanted to try something, it never was much of an issue. Katie was in on anything he suggested. She was of rather average height, she insisted on 5’9”, thin and blond and she had a bunch of stupid tattoos that she had acquired mostly through the same challenges. She was also pierced in many nice places, six studs in her tongue, two in her brows, septum, lips and the ears too. Obviously. She also sported a couple of tunnels.
For Manny, this was great. He was big, strong and hunky, tall, with short brown hair and a nicely shaved beard. Handsome. If he wanted to try something new, he just needed to say the magic words:
“I dare you.”
Obviously, other people had noticed too. On one of the bodybuilding message boards, they had the Double-You-challenge. The idea was simple. Double your own weight, but with muscles.
Somehow, no one had managed to do this, but there were a lot of people insisting that they were trying. The guys there were obviously quite the freaks and turned each other on with probably manipulated pictures. For Katie, this was something of a call to action. She joined in instantly, bragging along and finally declared that she could do it.
No problem.
Once the laughter died down and she was still there and insisted that she was serious, the guys joined in and declared:
“Fine, let’s do it. You get everything you need, but we get to watch. Okay?”
That was literally no problem for Katie.So here they were. Manny had just taken the before pictures and Katie posted them. Then she grinned:
“You’ll see. This will be awesome!”
He looked at all those boxes and crates that filled their apartment. The stuff was covered in weird letters and didn’t look reassuring. She walked over to him, sank her hand down his track pants and kissed him:
“From what I heard, that stuff makes you really horny. I think you’ll enjoy this too, dear. Now stop grumbling and get to work!”
With a final grumble, he took the list the guys sent with the packages and said:
“Okay. So … this looks as if my granny’s drug list and a pack of alphabet soup had a kid, but if you really think …”
“Screw this! Come on!”
She pulled down her pants and showed him her ass.
“Hit me!”
He opened the boxes and extracted an impressive collection of syringes, shakes, powders, pills and bandages. Then he went to work.
Once she was pumped full of that stuff and grinning like a maniac, she went over to his training equipment and went to work. She had been training for a while now to maintain her figure, so now she mostly went for longer and more intense exercise. Manny hovered around her the entire time, ready to save her should she get hurt. She liked the idea, but at the same time, it was a little odd.
Anyway, as far as the plan went, she was supposed to do abs and legs first. Then a massage, and then eat, eat, eat.
She was okay with that.Something different once in a while – wrestling!
The Snake
Secret underground bodybuilder wrestling league! Ana Paine vs. Brutus Invictus! Posing and fighting! Brawns and beauty! The Battle of the Century!
What more need I say …
This work of erotic fiction contains male and female muscle and wrestling. All characters are over 18 years old.Get it here!
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1000084
A final story for this year, involving body switching and muscle growth!
Old Soul Young Body
Mrs. Kane is getting old. Very old. She knows death is around the corner, but she has heard of a mystic, a strange woman who should be able to help her stave off the inevitable. She might even win the heart of that young man who’s taking care of her.
his work of erotic fiction contains female muscle growth (FMG), breast expansion and body switching. All characters are over 18 years old.https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/997743
Also, the preview:
The Old Soul“There you are, Mrs. Kane.”
“Thank you, Theo.”
He helps me back into my chair. I hate the chair. Sadly, walking is becoming a chore for me now. I can manage a short distance once in a while, but I get tired … To think that I once ran for my life! Well, not anymore. Today, I could only crawl, and only this very slowly. That’s the sad part they don’t tell you about growing old: It’s not the constant little pains and the forgetfulness that really bother me. It’s realizing that so many things you used to be able to do without thinking now take an effort to do right. Happily, I have my Theo. He’s a good boy. He’s big and he’s strong and he’s kind.
He’s the son I always wished for. I didn’t have the pleasure, sadly. It wasn’t to be. Frederick, my husband, was very disappointed. I wouldn’t get him an heir, regardless of how many times we tried. But he was stuck with me and three daughters. It’s almost funny, isn’t it?
Neither of us got what we wanted from that marriage. He wanted a son and I wanted a loving husband. Ha!
Theo looks at me again. He’s hard not to like. He’s kind. I can tell from his eyes. That’s an advantage if you’re old and still got your wits together. You get good at spotting their constant little lies. This one, he’s honest. Which is why I hired him. His muscles and his cute butt might also have had something to do with it.
“Theo, I would like to rest a little now. Later on, I expect a visitor. Please bring her to my room when she arrives. Tell the maid to wake me beforehand.”
“Certainly, Mrs. Kane.”
“I wouldn’t know what to do without you …”
I put my hand on his wrist. It looks so small next to his big strong ones. Just touching him feels nice. For Theo, I always try to look my best. Lately, my best hasn’t been very good, though. As he walks away, I sigh. I lean back in my chair and relax. Before I close my eyes, I see that stupid oil painting again. Frederick had it painted for our wedding.
An oil painting! Imagine that. We were a beautiful couple, but the artist was a little too perceptive. He saw right through Frederick. There’s me, all young and cute, with my ginger locks and the freckles, still slim and straight in my wedding dress. I look like an idiot. I seriously believed in “happily ever after”. And there’s Frederick. He’s wearing his tuxedo, his gold watch, his big rings. I felt those rings a lot. Thinking about him makes me sick. The painter saw that streak in him and painted it right in.
I really need to get rid of this painting. Now that it’s going to end, I don’t need to be the grieving widow anymore, do I?I must have fallen asleep.
It’s not surprising. I don’t sleep well at night anymore, so instead, I doze off during the day. Back in the Old Country, they had this old woman, she must have been a hundred years old. What was her name again? Baba … Baba Sarah? Baba Marfa? I forget.
She used to talk to animals and they would obey her. She also sold love potions and cursed the unfaithful husbands. Like all the young girls, I visited her once to get my future told. She also fell asleep just like that.
That old witch wasn’t wrong about my future either. I couldn’t tell you her name, but I still hear her words:
“You’ll go far, but it’ll all be for nothing. You’ll be blessed and cursed and your life will never be easy until your heart stops beating.”
I hated her for that prophecy, but she fell asleep before I even could say anything. The next day, the soldiers came and it was time to flee.
The maid looks at me.
“Mrs. Kane? Theo told me to wake you. Your guest has arrived.”
“Ah. Thank you, Gina.”
“I’m sorry, but my name’s Elizabeth.”
“Very well. Thank you anyway. I forget things.”
The young woman blushes. I try a smile.
“Don’t worry, it happens to the best of us. Would you help me get dressed?”
“Certainly, Mrs. Kane.”The old woman comes in. I feel stupid thinking like this. She is at least ten years younger than me. She looks like a gipsy, though. A negro gypsy, even. I know, I know. These are words the young people no longer use. But I am old and I am rich, so I get to be awful in my own way. It’s the small pleasures that are left, such as being horrible to noisy children. They fear me, you know. It makes me chuckle. They think I am a witch! Ha! This one here, she is a witch. She looks like a clown.
However, should she know what she is doing, she will soon be a very wealthy one.
She comes closer. That one doesn’t need a cane. Not yet. But fear not, soon enough, you will be as infirm as I am. Thanks to Gina, no, Elizabeth, I manage to conceal my weakness and decrepitude. She even managed to get me into this dress. It’s like a tent now. She puts it on top of me and closes it in the neck. With the chair, I look regal.
Who am I fooling? I am an old, dying woman.
The witch looks at me and grins. A mouth full of gold teeth. Yes. That is a good sign. Back in the Old Country, those that had gold teeth were the survivors. You had to be tough to keep them. Maybe this woman is the real deal.
“Welcome, madame.”
She looks at me with clear eyes. She might be old, but those eyes are young and bright.
“Thank you for inviting me, Madame Kane.”
I like her voice. It’s deep, but melodious. Not like a man’s. I had a nurse once, she was very strong and useful. But she sounded like a bull in heat. I had to let her go. I couldn’t bear her grunting.
“Let’s dispense with the niceties, I am old and my time is short.”
“Of course. How may I help you?”
“I have heard that you are able to do magic and that you can make one become young again. Is that true?”
The witch chuckles. She shakes her head. It makes her jewelry jangle. This annoys me. The sounds blur in my mind. I adjust the hearing aid. She waits, probably knowing full well what I am doing. Then she answers:
“What is true? To make you young again, I am sorry to disappoint you. I cannot do this. No one can do this.”
I hide my disappointment. It was too good to be true. Of course it was. Those liars and cheats and charlatans with their tricks … I am about to switch off the hearing aid and have her leave when she says:
“There is a way, of course. There is always a way. But it is not the one you might think of now.”
I feel my throat ache. I break out into a series of coughs. They shake my body and I feel as if I am going to throw up. It takes a while for me to calm back down again. Strangely, I’ve been feeling detached of my body and my self lately. Maybe it is because of the inevitability of my death … Being rid of this body might be a blessing. Furiously, I lash out at her:
“What is it, then? Don’t waste my time, witch!”
She chuckles:
“Witch? Yes, that’s what people like you would call me … Fine, I’ll be a witch, then. So, about this … Why do you wish to be young again? Be honest. If you lie to me, you will not get what you want, but what you deserve.” She pauses, her jewelry rings. “And you wouldn’t want that. No, no.”
I am getting impatient. Honestly, right now, I want to throw this impertinent person out. She’s asking questions now? Who does she think she is? My hands tighten.
She is right, though. She is laying the finger right on the spot. Maybe she is worth it. Maybe she knows her stuff. I just have to be very careful that she doesn’t use her powers to trick me.
“I want to be young again, because I finally want to feel loved. You wouldn’t know it, but my husband has never been loving in the least. He tortured me with his brutality and carelessness. Happily, he cheated on me, so I didn’t have to deal with him all the time. Now, finally, I am old and I am going to die and I never felt love from another man.”
“Ah … We’re getting closer. This is making things clearer. Go on.”
I try to stop myself, but it is pouring out of me now. How is she doing this?
“When Frederick finally died, I was free. It took me a while to adjust, but I found Theo and he is very nice to me. Respectful, caring. Loving, in a filial kind of way. And now, I want to be loved by him. Like a woman, not like a grandmother or a corpse-to-be. I want to be lusted after. I want him to drool when he thinks of me. I want him to get hard in his pants when he fantasizes about me.”
I almost get up in my chair, there’s so much energy bursting through me right now. Of course, it’s all an illusion. I drop back on the cushion, breathing heavily. Then I cough some more. I hate, hate, hate this body …
The witch smiles.
“Yes. I can see it. It’s an understandable wish. A good one, too. Maybe, maybe I might be able to grant it.”
I barely manage to control myself:
“You could?”
“I could. But it would be stressful. It would take me months. Do you still have this much time?”
I nod. Probably. Hopefully, now.
“Good. It will be exhausting for me, so it will be expensive for you. You will have to find a woman your man desires and keep her around.”
“But how is that going to help me?”
She gives me an incredibly intense look. I almost shirk away from her. A kind of shiver runs down my body.
“You will become that woman. You will ride her until you tame her, and then, you will be her. And he will be yours.”
“Incredible.”
“Maybe. But I have done it before. If you are willing to commit, to give your all, it will work. If you are playing around, it will fail. You will die, lost forever.”
“No, no. I want this. Please! What do I have to do? Do you need anything other than money?”
I look at my fingernails. My hair maybe? The sad strands growing out of my scalp are a bad excuse for a haircut, regardless of what my hairdresser says.
“Ah, you know the myths. Well, there is something. When your body dies, I need your ashes. They will be a part of my payment.”
I hesitate. Getting cremated was not part of the plan. Then again, it won’t be my body anymore, won’t it?
“Good. I accept.”
“Wonderful.” The witch cackles and gets up slowly. “Get the woman, then I will begin.” As she walks towards the door, she stops. “Another thing. If you want to be in control once the ritual is completed, you need to ride her hard. Go easy on her, and it will be you who is ridden.”
I nod eagerly. My hands start to shake. I just might get what I want. Finally!Here’s a new story, featuring some nice feats of strength!
The Break-In
The gangsters hide their best roids and supplements in their compound, so Danielle decides it’s heist time! Once there, she decides to try some of the stuff. And it works wonders!
This work of erotic fiction contains female muscle growth (FMG), feats of strength and breast expansion. All characters are over 18 years old.https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/996949
Here’s a complete 120,000 word novel that I wrote over the past year and a half. Those that like more complex stories will doubtlessly enjoy it.
New Life
Ava’s dad died a year ago. She went to college, glad to get some space. When she came back, she found out that her mom took up bodybuilding. She joins her and things change!
This work of erotic fiction contains female muscle growth (FMG), height growth, breast expansion, superpowers, tentacles, mind control, male to female transformations and age progression. All characters are over 18 years old.https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/995111
Something a little more traditional: Female muscle growth, not too realistic and nice to watch!
Accelerano
Amelia is tired of being fat and out of shape. Happily, there’s a new wonder drug which promises to fix her problems in no time. As could be expected, things get out of hand very soon!
This work of erotic fiction contains female muscle growth (FMG), breast expansion and age progression. All characters are over 18 years old.https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/991972
Okay, this has taken forever. Still, here’s a new story, which quite a few might enjoy.
Quick info: This story includes futanari, aka a woman with a penis.Get In Shape!
After summer break, Nadia is waiting for her friend Alisha who is just as fat and out of shape as her. However, when she turns up, she is completely transformed. Things escalate quickly as Nadia discovers a secret side-effect of the drug she uses.
This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth and futa. All characters are at least 18 years old.https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/988113
