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After a bit, here’s a new story.
Mom’s Changes
Kelly is struggling with her life: Her son Travis is no good, she has to work two jobs to make ends meet and she’s feeling completely exhausted lately. To her surprise, she wins a trial membership at a health club and gym. Soon, her life is changing …
This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth. All sexually active characters are at least 18 years oldGet it here!
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1007147
And a preview:
Travis came home. He scratched his balls and went to the kitchen, opened the fridge and got himself a box of leftovers. He popped them into the microwave and waited for it to be ready. Then he sat down and dug in. Being a big guy needed a lot of food and the stuff his mom cooked was good. When he was done, he heard her at the door. He grabbed an energy drink and popped the can open, then went to see her. She looked tired. His mom carried in two handfuls of plastic bags and schlepped them to the kitchen. He said:
“Oh, Mom, it’s you. You’re back?”
She groaned and hefted the bags on the table, knocking down the empty box. She sighed.
“Oh Travis. Can’t you put away your dishes when you’re done?”
“I was just about to do it, Mom.”
She sighed again, picked the box up and put it in the sink. Then she started stashing the groceries. He watched her passively, taking a sip from the can. Eventually, she was finished. He repeated the question:
“So, how was it?”
“I don’t want to talk about it. I just want a pause.”
“Fine. I’m going to watch TV.”
“I … I just …”
“Whatever, Mom.”
He went to the living room, dropped on the sofa and started watching. She waited for a moment to let the despair fade away, then sat down in the tiny kitchen and took out the free paper she had picked up. In the other room, the noise of his show was drowning out everything. She sighed a third time and wondered why he couldn’t just go to his room. It was bad enough that she had to sleep on the living room sofa, she could at least have the room for herself. It was the same as always. First, her father had decided on what she’d do, then Travis’ father, who disappeared as soon as the baby killed her libido and now, it was Travis’ turn. She couldn’t stand up for herself. Her co-workers at the supermarket and at the cleaning company both said that she should throw out that good-for-nothing slacker, but she couldn’t. She was just too weak.
As she read the paper, wondering why she even cared about that stuff, her eyes lingered on an ad.
“Feeling weak and powerless? Join our women-only gym and get your life back. A strong body and a strong mind. Win a free three month trial if you sign up this week. Join LifeBack!”
She snorted. As if she ever had her life under control! She was screwed and she knew it.
Over the next days, her mood got worse. Travis still wasn’t looking for a job and when he wasn’t hanging out with his useless friends, he’d watch porn in his room, or, even worse, in the living room while she was holed up in the kitchen. She was exhausted and frustrated. She had hoped her son would at least find a girlfriend, after all, he was pretty good-looking, tall and strong, though maybe a bit on the pudgy side. But no. He wasn’t interested at all. Or maybe he was, but he had such incredibly high expectations, there was no way he’d ever get a girl.
She was in the kitchen again, explosions rocking the living room. She had asked Travis to get rid of the trash and he had once again ignored her. So, she packed up the bags and set out to bring it down to the cans. As she walked by, Travis told her to get out of the frame, he couldn’t see the movie. She was about to blow up, but took a deep breath instead and fumbled with strained fingers to get the door open.
As she put the bags into the cans, she noticed the newspaper again. “Feeling weak and powerless?” Oh, yeah. Definitely. And there was no chance things would get better. She was caught in this quagmire and …
Enough with the self-pity! She took the newspaper back out, tore the ad from the page and went out to the park next door. The place was pretty run down and mostly concrete, but there were a few trees, so the name had stuck. As she walked, she dialed the number and was immediately greeted by a happy and enthusiastic voice.
“Hi there! You’ve reached LifeBack. I’m Marcia. How can I help you?”
“Hello. I’m Kelly. I saw your ad …”
“Cool. You won! Oh. Wait. That was too quick. Anyway. Do you want to sign up?”
“Did I win?”
“You did. Congratulations!”
“Okay. So, then I’d like to sign up for the trial.”
“Awesome. Just come over to our studio and we can get you started.”
“Okay. Wow. Thank you!”
She put the phone back into her pocket when she noticed that she was surrounded. There were three big youths, each one taller than the next and clearly very strong and they stood in her way. One of them said:
“Congratulations, lady. So you won something. That’s awesome. Maybe you could give us a part of the money. We’d like that.”
“What? No! I won a membership at a gym. I don’t have any money.”
“That’s bad. You should get some. And bring it to us, or we’ll make you. And Travis. What a stupid fuck.”
“Leave him alone.”
“Or what?”
They laughed. Then one of them pushed her and she fell over. They laughed some more. The biggest one said:
“If you weren’t as old and ugly, we’d have a way to make you pay.”
“You’re lucky you’re ugly as fuck.”
“Yeah, go away. We need some real girls.”
Then one of them still knelt down and said:
“Why not anyway.”
He grabbed her butt and squeezed. They howled with laughter as she tried to get away.
“I like that ass. It’s flabby, but at least it’s big.”
The others were about to join in when Kelly stumbled to her feet and ran. She was angry, she was frustrated, she was terrified. She hated this place, she hated those people, she hated her weakness. This was so horrible.It took her a few days to actually go to the gym. It was a little off the usual places she went to and she was so busy she hardly had the time. She was surprised. The gym wasn’t in one of those usual former factories or refit shops, it was in an apartment. She rang.
It took a moment, then the door was opened. She looked at a strange woman. She was quite old, with curly white hair and a lot of lines on her black face. She was also quite tall, maybe 5’11”, and she was buff. She had broad shoulders, strong arms and a big chest. She was also wearing a pink tank top and some shorts that showed off her large thighs and her thick butt. The aged face really didn’t fit her youthful and dynamic body. Kelly wasn’t too sure about her look. It was impressive, but also a bit much. However, the training probably worked. The results were definitely there.
“Hi! You must be Kelly. I’m Marcia. We spoke on the phone. Come on in!”
The apartment was nice. It was bright, with big windows that went out to the back. There was a big tree whose green leaves danced in the wind. There were a few machines and some racks of weight here. As far as Kelly could tell, Marcia was the only other person here. She asked:
“Aren’t there any other people?”
“No, not yet. I decided that I’d train you personally for now. This way, you can make some progress easily and get into it.”
“But isn’t that bad for business?”
“Don’t worry. Everything is fine.” She handed her a bag. “Here’s your outfit.”
“My outfit?”
“You’ll want to feel comfortable and look good. This’ll help.”
“And what about the paperwork?”
“Hey, stop worrying about my business. We’ll get to this eventually. For now, let’s get you started!”
Kelly shrugged and went behind a screen to get changed. Marcia heard her go “Wow.” and “Whoo, that’s tight.” Then, she stepped out and said:
“This is nice.”
The outfit was white and orange and looked quite good on her. It covered most of her body, the torso, the arms and the legs as well as most of the neck, and it made her feel like a superhero. Also included were a pair of shoes and some gloves, all in the same color scheme. The clothes managed to hide the biggest lumps of her out-of-shape body.
Marcia nodded:
“Thank you. So, let’s train!”When Kelly returned home, the TV was on again and Travis was on the couch, sipping an energy drink and eating pizza. She sighed and carried the meal packets to the fridge. There were a lot of them and Marcia had insisted she eat them at the given times. It was strange. The food was basically filling up most of her fridge and it was only supposed to last for five days!
Also, she felt relaxed. Tired, exhausted, certainly, but incredibly refreshed. Despite the hard and intense training and the painful massage, she had the impression that this wasn’t just useful or healthy, it was downright nice.
She hadn’t felt this good in ages. She was also really tired and needed to sleep now. So, she returned to the living room and said:
“Travis, you’ve got to go to your room. I’m tired, I need to get to bed. Please.”
“Yeah, no. I’m still watching my show.”
“Travis, I have asked nicely. Please do what I asked you to.”
“Nah. This is interesting.”
She took a deep breath. Be assertive, Marcia had told her.
“Travis, go to your room. Now.”
“Mom …”
“Now.”
Her voice was ice. The young man looked at her in surprise and slowly got up, turning the TV off and taking the can and the pizza with him. He didn’t even say anything or look at her.
She sighed:
“Thank you.”
Moments later, she was asleep.When she returned to Marcia’s the next day, she was surprised to still find herself alone with the other woman. Her trainer immediately told her to get dressed and started her on her workout. She went through a whole circle of exercises. Machines, little weights, cardio, bodyweight, you name it, she did it. Time flew by. Marcia was always there, always attentive, helping her through the movements, supporting her and motivating her gently but precisely to perform the exercises correctly.
Whenever she wanted to say something, Marcia gave her a quick look. If it was an obvious attempt at small-talk or chit-chat, she’d nod, make a gesture and insist on her continuing her training. She didn’t have to do this in silence, but she was supposed to focus.
After training, Marcia had her lie on a bed and again give her a very intense, even painful massage. When she was done, Kelly asked:
“I get why the training has to be hard, but what’s that with the kneading?”
“That’s to help your muscles develop. It’s painful, I know, but it really helps. You’ll see.”
Before she left, Kelly turned to the strong woman and said:
“I liked it. Thank you.”
Marcia nodded and replied:
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. See you tomorrow.”The week flew by. It was incredible. Kelly was exhausted every evening. Work was hard, even tedious, and managing Travis was annoying to say the least. And yet, every workout was a blessing. Every day, they focused on something different. Although Kelly didn’t notice any changes right away, she did feel better. On the seventh day, Marcia just had her sit down silently and meditate. That was the weirdest thing. Just being there for half an hour or so, doing nothing and focusing on her breath. It was something she had never imagined doing. She was always busy, always struggling, always on the verge of collapsing. And now, Marcia had her just sit there and concentrate.
It took her a while to just let go enough to do this. When she finally allowed herself to relax, it felt really good. Marcia’s following massage was different from normal. It was gentle and soothing. Kelly almost fell asleep on the bed.
When she left, her arms loaded with new food boxes, she wondered what it would be like to do this for three months. For now, she enjoyed it.
At home, she was immediately pulled back down to reality. Travis was lying on the couch, dropping another empty can on the floor. The sugary liquid drenched the carpet. She shut the door with the tip of her toe and put the boxes on the table. Sighing, she said:
“Could you pick that can up? It’s staining the carpet.”
“Yeah. In a moment.”
“No. Do it now.”
“In a moment, Mom.”
She took a deep breath, then shook her head. No. Enough. She walked up to him and said:
“You pick that can up right now.”
He was surprised. This was the same as last time. She radiated a kind of energy he found hard to resist.
“Okay, okay. Calm down.”
He picked the can up and put it back on the sofa.
“No. Take all the cans and put them in the trash.”
It was clear that he was trying to decide whether he wanted to fight. Her expression was clear. The answer was no. Grumbling, he picked everything up, put it in a bag and carried the bag to the kitchen, stuffing it in the trash can. Kelly followed him and put the food into the fridge. He asked:
“Jeez, Mom, what’s with all the food?”
“I’m training. I have to watch my diet.”
“You? Training? Seriously? What for?”
“To feel healthy. Why else?”
“For real? So, what are you doing, that Pilates thing?”
“Actually, I’m training with weights and machines.”
He burst out laughing.
“Whatever. You, training with weights? Hah!”
Kelly was annoyed. What was his problem? He pulled up his sleeve, revealing a big, but flabby arm.
“So you’re going to get strong, huh? This is hilarious!”
Out of nowhere, she grabbed his hand and clumsily twisted it this way and that, vaguely imitating an arm-wrestling move. Travis was a little dumbfounded. His mother had never done anything like that. Then he said:
“I don’t know what you’re doing, but you can have an arm-wrestling match, if you want to!”
Kelly shrugged.
“I don’t know. Maybe I do!”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
