[El_Roy_1999]

Another gentle story, about people figuring out their relationship in all honesty. Also sex.
And you can read it as your own experience! Nice, huh?

The Message
Your wife left you after discovering your fetish of strong, masculine women. That was terrible for you, but now, a year later, she sent you a message. What might she have been up to?
This second-person style erotic fiction contains female muscle growth, futa and gender-blending. All characters are at least 18 years old.

Read it in full here:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1511148

Here’s a preview:

Your wife finally wrote! You‘re so relieved. You thought she’d left you for good. Her reaction was bad enough. She found out about your fetish, and it was so embarrassing! To watch her face grow pale as she saw your search history made you want to run and hide. You tried to explain it away, to come up with some weak-ass excuse, but you could tell she wouldn’t believe you. There was no way for you to get out of this ever again.
You remember her look of absolute disgust, then she dropped your phone and fell silent. A moment later, she packed her things and left. You were alone. It wasn’t much of a change, after all, you had started to drift apart a while ago. But to find yourself exposed in this way? It stung terribly.
You were in a bad place. You couldn’t really tell people what happened, could you? Happily, she didn’t say a word to anybody. She just left. In a way, you were relieved. After all, she didn’t immediately divorce you. No official letters, no rough words, nothing. Just complete silence.
And now, after a year alone, after phases of total despair and hesitation when you tried to motivate yourself to go and find her and explain yourself, there was a sign of life.
You wondered what to do now.
Reluctantly, you picked up the phone and read the message:
“I’m coming back tonight. Be ready.”
Instantly, your heart started beating wildly. You had to get the place in order! Now was the time to fix everything! You wanted to write back immediately, but then, you caught yourself. Instead, you just confirmed that you’d read the message and got busy.
The following hours were a whirlwind of activity. You cleaned the whole house, you vacuumed everything, you dusted the place, you prepared a nice dinner, and you got some flowers, some chocolate, some fancy drinks! You shaved, you went to the hairdresser, you put on a fresh shirt, and you got the house ready to get her back. And if she didn’t want to stay, maybe you could just explain that you loved her!
This made you think of her.
When you saw her last a year ago, she was a bit out of shape, but you kinda liked her nice, big butt and her hips. Sure, her breasts had deflated a bit, her long brown hair had lost its shine, and she definitely no longer dressed up … but she could still make you hard with a little bit of work.
The problem was … Sure, she was a nice woman and everything, but … deep inside, you were into something else entirely. Something unspeakable. Something you could never say in public. During the year, you had been tempted several times to maybe find a woman who was into this and visit her for money. You never managed to summon the courage. What if people found out? And they invariably found out in your community. That was just the way it was.
It was bad enough that your woman had left you. Going after something crazy like this? That was a surefire way to be terminally ostracized.
You didn’t even dare say it out aloud.
Once, only, did you hide under your blanket, and you said to the world that you loved big, muscular, masculine women. Strong, hairy ones, powerful, dominant, but still female in their strange way …
You didn’t even dare look at stuff like that on the net for fear of getting caught again. There was no chance since you were alone, but still, it was almost impossible for you to ever go that way again.
Well, you had to banish any thought of that for now. For all intents and purposes, you had to be a very normal person. A regretful person that would never think about this again. A simple, honest man that any woman would like. Yes.
Everything would be well again. Even if it meant saying no to your innermost desires. You would fantasize about these women whenever you saw a sporty woman, a veiled woman, or really any woman that hid her body … Maybe she was just like that? You would have to look away whenever you heard a woman with a deep voice say something to hide your arousal.
You’d have to stick to that. Be normal. Be normal. Be absolutely normal.

You smiled. You stood, ready to open the door for your wife. You lowered the lights a bit to build a bit of a romantic atmosphere. Okay. The nervousness got the better of you. You could feel your hands start to shake. It was bad. You had to make your shot count.
Outside, you heard a car roll up to the house. No … That was a motorbike. A motorbike? But … why would she ride a bike? That was odd. Maybe she had picked a ride with a biker? That didn’t make a lot of sense, did it?
You imagined your wife, with her loose, flowy clothes and her scarf, sitting on the back of a motorbike! It was ridiculous. A motorbike! Never. Maybe this was just someone else? But who in your community would drive a bike? That was ridiculous. But what if it were a gangster?
No. That was dumb. This was a nice place.

And then, somebody knocked on the door. You froze. That was not a dainty little knock. This was a loud bump. You didn’t react. You just stood there, wondering what to do. Call the cops? Arm yourself? With what?
Another bang. In your mind, dozens of scenarios played, each one more terrifying than the last.
And then, you heard a voice:
“Come on, open up! It’s me!”
That voice. It was strange. Familiar. But … utterly unknown at the same time. It was deep, rough and powerful. And yet, there was a faint memory of your wife’s … Did she have an older brother you didn’t know of? An uncle? A cousin? Someone who came to finally punish you for your perversion?
You asked:
“Who?”
“Me. Open. I’m back.”
“But who are you?”
“Don’t you recognize my voice?” There was a hint of amusement in it. “Then just open. You’ll understand.”
“Okay …” You didn’t know why you would go for this, but you obeyed. This voice … It was so confusing. You had heard it a thousand times, but never like this.
You unlocked the door and opened it carefully.
Your eyes slowly went up. And up. Now, you’re not exactly short, but this person was bigger. Looking down on you by at least four inches was the most muscular person you had ever seen in your life. The most massive by far. The person was wearing a leather biker jacket and some tight pants, which were absurdly stretched by enormous thighs and calves. They wore massive boots, which wrapped themselves around those killer legs.
Your eyes immediately jumped back to the face.
Again, it was familiar. The person in front of you had a big, hard jaw, rough, with sunken cheeks, a square chin with a cleft, and a broad mouth. The nose was equally large, and the brow seemed to be broader too.
But the eyes … the eyes were your wife’s.
She smiled, her hard face shifting.
“Hello, love. I’m back.”
You collapsed.

[El_Roy_1999]

Here’s a story about a woman becoming the biggest, and she’s not even an asshole. Okay, she’s resolute, and she won’t tolerate any bullshit, but … She’s got heart.

The Biggest
Bryce’s life is a tragedy. Cheated on and beaten by her boyfriend, dead-end job, basically homeless … It’s not looking great. She struggles to figure out how to deal with this and to regain control, turning to weightlifting. Slowly, she discovers who she really wants to be … This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth, futa, height growth and gender-blending. All characters are at least 18 years old.

Read it here:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1507528

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Bryce was sitting in the subway, the stations going by. The train was swinging sideways, occasionally punctuating its slow turns with a shriek of wheels against the rails. She was exhausted. A day at the reception would do this to you. The hotel she worked at was rather high class, and as a result, the working conditions were shitty and the pay was abysmal. At least, she had no job security …

She chuckled to herself at this lame joke. Still, now that her shift was over, she could finally go home. Bryce was happy she didn’t have any kids. She’d barely see them anyway. She had gone to work in the evening yesterday and had done the whole shift, including today, and now, it was afternoon. She groaned. It had been the perfect storm.

The evening had been okay, though there had been more people asking for things than normal. But then, during the night when she was allowed to doze a bit normally – while still looking presentable, of course – guests had just called on her constantly, in nice twenty-minute intervals. It had been really horrible. She hadn’t caught a wink of sleep.

She had blasted her mind with a few cups of coffee in the wee hours, and had then proceeded to start the day shift. Sadly, those same people that had decided to screw with her at night were still at the hotel and they didn’t let up one bit. Instead, she found herself dealing with problems she had not encountered before.

Apparently, one of her guests was a famous bodybuilder/actor/celebrity, and the guy had decided to require a constant stream of hookers. So far, so good. Then, the ladies got into a fight, he had tried to break that up, and one of them had kicked him in the nuts by accident.

Anyway, she then had to get a discreet doctor to treat the injury since the woman in question had been wearing some rather expensive shoes with amazingly high heels and very sharp tips, while she also had to hide the women in another part of the building, since the roided-out hunk had clearly decided to take his revenge.

At least, she didn’t have to dispose of any corpses …

She chuckled again. That really was the only thing she could do now. The whole situation was way too hard on her. At least she had Andrew to come home to. He was amazing! Tall, strong, good with his hands … Good with his dick … She sighed.

That man was great!

If only …

Yeah. That was typical of her. To always look for the bad things if she also could focus on the good ones. Then again … He wasn’t treating her that well. Sure, he brought home money, he could be fun, and the sex was great … But … he tended to ignore her wishes and her needs.

She wasn’t sure of how to deal with this. At 21, she could probably find another dude quickly, but she seriously lacked in confidence. If she had that, she could stand up to Andrew whenever he treated her like shit.

Well … What else could she do?

She got up, adjusted her bag, looked at her exhausted face in the window’s reflection, and left the train. After a short walk home, she let herself in and climbed the stairs. The elevator was broken again. Of course, it was. After a long day, that was just about logical.

She finally reached her landing, then walked to the door and unlocked it. God, she was so tired! If she could just relax and get a nice cup of tea, and maybe a massage, and then a good night’s sleep …

She was greeted by grunts, bangs and moans. It took her a moment to process what was happening. She dropped her handbag and stormed into the bedroom, finding Andrew above a woman … no … a bimbo, fucking her brains out. The woman was about her age, she was very blonde, and she had large, very round fake tits that Andrew was manhandling brutally with his big hands. Her lips were absurdly plump and hot pink and she squealed:

“Oh God, Andy … Andy! Fuck, Andy! Andy!”

The big man kept hammering away at her, completely ignoring Bryce. He continued fucking her, then pulled out for a moment, then tossed the woman around so she was on all fours, and sank his cock into her ass. A moment later, he pistonned her even harder while she continued her shrill squeaks and rubbed her pierced clit. The huge man kept up his rhythm, then, as he was about to cum, he pulled out again, slapped the girl’s taut ass and had her turn around, then shot his load on her face, soaking her hair and splattering her lips. She eagerly opened her mouth and let him spray his sperm into it.

Then, as it stopped, she licked his cockhead clean, her thick lips sealing themselves around it.

Bryce awoke from her shock as the bimbo noticed her and gave her a cum-dripping grin.

“Hi? Who are you? Are you the cleaning lady?”

Andrew turned to her and smiled happily:

“No, that’s Bryce, my girlfriend. Hey Bryce, this is Becca. Wanna join us? Ready for a threesome?”

Bryce just stared at her, absolutely unable to deal with this right now. She wasn’t even angry. It was just so completely absurd that she couldn’t summon the energy to be furious.

Instead, she asked: “What are you doing?”

Becca grinned:

“What does it look like, cutie?” She let a blob of cum drip down on her tits. “You gotta be so happy! Andy is the best! I love his big fat cock!”

Andrew shrugged:

“Are you sure you don’t want to join in? I’ve got enough for the both of you!”

He rubbed his cock, and it was getting hard again. For a fraction of a moment, she was unsure. Then she realized what he was saying, and the whole tiredness and frustration of a long, hard day came out.

“Are you crazy? Andrew, are you listening to what you’re saying? Are you seriously cheating on me, and then, you ask we whether I want to join? Are you out of your mind?”

The other woman giggled and reached for Andrew’s balls, starting to massage them. The big man was slowly realizing that he maybe had done something wrong. Or rather, that his girlfriend was somehow annoyed with him. That was it. Yeah.

“Bryce, I told you that I’m only available for an open relationship. Always was. Same for you.” He grinned. Bryce understood. He knew that whatever she tried, she wouldn’t manage to find a side-guy. She had a freedom that was basically worthless. “What I’m saying is, why are you so stuck up? There’s no point. Becca here is cute, she’s sexy, and she loves my cock. I would be stupid not to let her have fun, right?”

“Seriously? That’s what you’re saying?”

“Yeah. Don’t worry. I still love you and everything. My heart’s big enough for many women!”

Becca chimed in:

“And his cock too!”

Bryce let out a primal scream, started crying, then ran to the door and left, letting it bang shut.

She wandered around the block, her heart pounding. She wanted to punch someone. Something. Anything!

She tried one of the plastic bins, swinging clumsily at it. It wobbled, hurting her knuckles, then it fell over. It spilled some of the trash on the floor and she instantly regretted this. Taking out a paper tissue to wipe her tears and prevent herself from touching the trash, she carefully set the bin back up and started picking up the trash, now only feeling worse.

In a way, Andrew was correct. He had said this. He had told her that he needed more sex, with many different women, and she had vaguely agreed. She just didn’t expect it to really happen … And also, after a long and hard day, she would have preferred it to not. Yeah. Maybe that would have been better. Andrew welcoming her with a smile, a warm bath and a kiss … And then maybe a bit of cuddling, a massage and, while she was at it, a nice dinner.

Yeah.

Obviously, she was kidding herself.

As she put the soiled napkin into the trash can, having fixed the mess she had made, she wondered what it felt like to be him. To be big and confident and powerful. She was all meek and soft and helpless, while he could do what he wanted.

This kind of power was impressive. No wonder he felt so confident about it. No wonder he could just get what he wanted …

Bah. Whatever. She was too tired to continue worrying about all of this. She decided to head home. Maybe Becca was gone already, and she could at least go to sleep for now.

She opened the door and found Andrew on the sofa, naked. He was playing some sports game and barely acknowledged her return. She waited whether he would say something. He didn’t. Instead, he took another swig from his can of soda and burped loudly, followed by a chuckle. He looked at her vaguely, then went back to his game.

Eventually, she said:

“I’m going to shower.”

He replied with a grunt. Then she was gone. In the shower she was just happy to let the warm water flow and clean the day’s stress off. She waited for herself to relax, and then got out, toweled herself off, and slipped into her robe. Then she returned to the living room and sat down next to Andrew, who was still playing his game. She watched it for a moment. Her attention was being drawn to the young man’s wide back, his thick, strong arms and his chiseled jaw.

Man, he was a jerk, but … he was hot too? That was the trouble, wasn’t it? He was pretty amazing …

She shook her head. She should just go to sleep. Nothing good could come from this anymore. Just off to bed, and tomorrow would be better. That would be the reasonable course of action.

Then she thought of Becca. That bimbo had basically taken up his attention. He had done things with her she would never have tried. It was pretty obvious that she would lose him.

Besides, she was a bit jealous of the attention.

Without thinking, she put a hand on his shoulder.

She asked:

“Are you winning, Andrew?”

“Damn straight I am!”

“Cool! Wanna celebrate?”

He paused the game and turned to her:

“Of course! I thought you were tired and angry?”

“Well … Make up sex?”

He set the controller down carefully, then said:

“If I ever say no to that, I am officially dead.”

She chuckled nervously and kissed him on his cheek. He grinned and then launched himself at her, pushing her against the cushions of the sofa. She panicked for a moment, but then she felt his lips on his, the soft hair of his five o’clock shadow brushing against her skin. A moment later, his hand was on her large, soft tit, and he squeezed it lustfully. She moaned, and did her best to shift her position. Her hands were on his broad back and she sank her fingers into his muscles. This man was huge, and she loved that! Sure, he could be a jerk, but … he was hunky. That had to count for something!

His cock was hard already and he positioned himself between her legs. Happily, she spread them wide and then wrapped them around him, trying to take control. He brushed them away with a surprisingly rough movement, and rubbed his cock against her pussy. She was tired, but now, she was also horny. That was … fine?

She gasped as he pushed in. Was she already wet enough? Not really, but that was only a matter of … Ow.

He started pounding at her immediately, as if to prove something. She grunted and looked at him. His face was above her and he was beaming with horniness.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?”

Overwhelmed by his enthusiasm, she replied:

“Yes … Yes!”

That was all the confirmation he needed and supporting himself on his strong right arm, he hammered at her pussy, grunting and growling. Bryce let him. It was strange. For a moment, she had been horny. Being with him was great! But … somehow, the feeling had passed way too quickly. If he had been a little more attentive, maybe not going straight for her pussy like that, maybe giving her time to get in the mood …

And then again, wasn’t it impressive?

Men had it easy.

That big guy no longer cared. He was on autopilot while her mind was overthinking the situation. Thanks a lot.

Maybe Becca was able to not care. But for her, it was shitty.

She felt him pulsate within her. Why did it have to be like that? It was starting to hurt. Why?

“Fuuuuck …”

She was shocked. He came, one big push of his hips followed by him shooting his load, and then, he collapsed on top of her, his whole mass of 250 pounds weighing down on her. She was pinned under him and struggled to breathe. Instead of releasing her, he continued fondling her tit and her ass while continuing his strokes.

Eventually, he lost interest, got up and gave her a curious look, clearly waiting for her to do something, but when she didn’t react, he left to piss.

Bryce stayed on the couch, a little confused by that last pause. When he left, he looked at herself in the reflection of the screen. This whole situation was the definition of “whatever”. She seriously wondered how to deal with this. Then she went back to the bathroom to clean herself again.

Once that was done, she went to sleep without talking to him again. It had been too much today, and she didn’t even notice when he got on the bed, causing the mattress to wobble, and gave her boob a goodnight squeeze. She was far away already, dreaming strange things about this Becca, looking up to her like a good puppy. Bryce wondered what that was supposed to be in her dream, but for better or for worse, she seemed to enjoy the fantasy.

She patted Dream-Becca on her head and the bimbo stretched her neck and sucked on her.

Sucked on her?

Bryce awoke to the familiar crescendo of her phone’s alarm. What a strange sensation … Then she had to get out under Andrew’s heavy arm which had ended up all over her. She really struggled with it, barely able to lift it up.

Then she slipped out and got busy fixing breakfast. This day, she hoped things would be better.

After breakfast, Andrew declared that he was going to go to the gym early and that she should come along. She wasn’t sure about that. Usually, she would only join him when she really felt like it, which was hardly ever. And even then, she would only sit on an exercise bike and trudge along while she watched some videos on her phone.

“I’m not sure I want that, Andrew …”

“I don’t care. Come along and do some yoga. I want my girl to be all stretchy and skilled and your butt is getting fat. I’m not having that!”

She glared at him, but he ignored her and started packing his equipment. She did the same and soon after, they were at his gym. She wandered around aimlessly for a bit, looking at the exercise bikes and rowing machines. She really didn’t feel like those today.

Meanwhile, Andrew got to work, setting up his weights. Then he noticed that she had come over to the lifting area and had clumsily managed to load an empty bar on the squat rack. He chuckled:

“Bryce, what the fuck are you doing? You should be doing some yoga stuff!”

“You know, Andrew, I just felt like maybe trying some lifting today.”

“Lifting? Seriously? You? Girl, are you crazy?”

“Hey, I just wanted to give it a try!”

“No way. No way. My girl is not going to lift any weights. I don’t want you to turn into a man!” “Seriously, Andrew, I doubt that doing some squats is going to turn me into a man. I don’t think this works like that …”

“Still a hard no. Go and yoga!”

“Andrew, I am going to do that.”

She got in position under the bar. Andrew watched her rather nervously. She glanced over to him as she went down. Did he really believe she would turn into a hunky he-man dude from just that? With him, it was hard to tell, he could be stupid like that.

Right in that moment, Bryce was really furious at him. What was he thinking? Also, why did she let him screw with her life like that? That wasn’t healthy or normal or anything. She grunted as she got back up, feeling the tension in her legs.

That was actually pleasant. It was much better than that stupid yoga stuff. That was so unsatisfying! She would crouch and try to hold those positions, and then she would stumble and fall on her face while those thin girls would do all those crazy pretzel-poses!

She continued her set as described on her phone. Okay … As she finished it, she racked the bar again and said:

“That was amazing. I liked that. I get why you like to do this.”

She smiled at him, but Andrew’s expression was far from friendly. Instead, he smirked cruelly and guffawed:

“Okay, I take it back. No chance you’re ever going to turn into a man. Or anything really. What was that? That was ridiculous!” He lifted the empty bar with one hand.

“Hey, it was my first time!”

“It should definitely be your last. Bryce, I hate to break it to you, but … that was shit. Why don’t you go and fetch me a pre-workout shake and make yourself useful instead of wasting your time doing … that.”

“Why are you so mean? Couldn’t you at least try to be encouraging?”

“I’m not going to encourage stupid behavior. Instead of this pathetic pseudo lifting, you should focus on being presentable and sexy, and not on whatever you think this is!”

Bryce was seriously taken aback by the intensity of his reaction. What did she do wrong? She had expected him to show some interest, maybe find it charming that she tried to share his passion. Maybe they would have found something they could do together … As far as the internet said, lifting weights did not turn women into men. It gave them strength, yes, but also nice, round butts! She had thought he would be all for this.

Instead, he had been needlessly aggressive. She hesitated. Then she said:

“Andrew, are you sure about this? I’m just trying to …”

“Well then, stop! Just … get me my shake and maybe, once I’m done, you can towel my machines!” “But …”

“Do it! I ain’t got all day, and I don’t want to waste it on your shit!”

“But …”

“Get your fat, sloppy ass into gear!”

“Andrew!” She wanted to be strong now, and to dismiss this aggression, but she couldn’t. She was shocked by his words, and she knew deep inside, that he was right! She was fat and she was sloppy, she was out of shape, and she didn’t try to be sexy …

There was a pause. Some of the other gym members watched what was happening with some curiosity. Suddenly, Bryce hated to be at the center of all this attention.

She hated herself intensely for this, but the embarrassment, the aggression and the pressure hit her all at the same time, and she started to cry. Trying to hide her face and not give him the satisfaction, she turned away and ran.

Andrew sighed:

“Oh God. Women! I don’t get why they’re always pushing for this shit.”

He returned to his workout station, then declared:

“And that stupid bitch didn’t even bring me my pre-workout shake! Damn, she’s useless!”

Even when she got home, Bryce was still fuming. This had all been so humiliating, and that jerk had just piled it on and on! She had walked all the way home crying. The whole situation had only been made worse when people asked her whether she was alright and whether they should call the police! The last thing she wanted was to involve the cops.

Ever since her childhood, she had been taught that getting those into the whole mess only made things worse.

She hated herself for this.

It always happened like this. It was like a curse! Her dad had been a terrible person, terrorizing her mother and her brother, and both of them had in turn taken out their frustration on her. She had tried to get out of this vicious circle, but she constantly seemed to attract abusive jerks. When her mother had died and her father had been sent to prison, she and her brother had been separated.

It had taken mere moments before she got abused by her foster parents, and when she tried to get out of this, she had ended up in a home that only made things worse.

As she left the care system, she just wanted to live a happy life. Well, it turned out that she was her own worst enemy.

Still, this was enough. She had to take responsibility for herself, didn’t she?

Bryce starting packing her things. She’d figure something out. And should Andrew come back and apologize for being a jerk, maybe she’d give him a second chance.

She sighed. Fuck. This was the same problem all over again. Of course, she would give him a second chance. She just had to go now. Just leave. Just never mention this episode ever again.

She really wanted to go, but she couldn’t muster the energy. She knew she still had to try and fix this.

Or did she?

She was still struggling when Andrew came back. He looked at her and didn’t say a word. Instead, he dumped his sweaty gym clothes in front of her.

Then he went to the kitchen to get himself a beer. As he came back, she was still standing there, watching him with growing perplexity. He plopped himself on the sofa and took a long sip from his can. Eventually, he asked:

“What are you waiting for?”

“An apology.”

“For what?”

“You behaved like a jerk.”

“Seriously? Well, you behaved like a bitch.”

She felt the anger and frustration grow within her.

“Do you really think that this is how a man should treat his girlfriend?”

He belched.

“What’s that? Impro drama? Girl, you’re supposed to be nice. Stop bitching at me and make yourself useful.”

Bryce summoned all of her energy and said:

“No. Do it yourself.”

“Is that so?”

He got up slowly. Suddenly, Bryce realized just how much bigger he was. She froze. He smiled, but it wasn’t a nice smile:

“Get to work.”

“No.” That came out way less forceful and confident than she had hoped. She wanted to comply to his order, but at the same time, she had it up to here. “No.”

He took a deep breath, spreading his big chest.

“What’s your problem? Why are you bitching at me like that? Clean the fucking clothes.”

“Clean them yourself. I’m not your servant. You’re a big boy who knows everything, then you know how to wash your clothes.”

The blow came as a surprise. Bryce was no stranger to violence, but she had the luck that ever since she was an adult, people left her alone. His fist struck her right on the eye. She was thrown to the ground, her mind overwhelmed by the pain.

She landed on her side and instantly scrambled away. Andrew’s expression was terrifying. He screamed something unintelligible at her and then tossed her packed bags after her. She just ran, leaving them where they lay.

She ran out of the house, down to the street, to the subway and then … well, she didn’t know where, so in the end, to the hotel.

“Bryce? What happened?”

The manager, Peter, looked seriously worried. He was a middle-aged man with a fading hairline, which he tried to hide with a toupee. The moment he saw Bryce’s face and the massive swelling around her eye, he took her to the backroom of the reception and had her take a seat. He disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a steak, which he had her hold against her eye.

She sighed as the pain subsided.

Then he got her a cup of tea, took out some chocolates from the emergency reserves and waited until she settled down.

After a bit, she managed to speak:

“It’s Andrew, my … ex … I guess? He … we had a fight … He hit me.”

“Should I call the cops?”

“No. No cops. Please. The last thing I want is them snooping around in my life.”

“Your call. But if you change your mind …”

“Yes. I’ll think about it.”

“You can’t let these people ruin your life.”

“I know, I know.”

“Do you have a place to stay?”

She shook her head.

“No. I … No.”

“If you want, you could use one of the old staff rooms. Back in the day, the staff used to live in the hotel, and those rooms are still there. They’re really old, and I wouldn’t drink the water that comes out of the pipes up there, but … Until you find something better …”

She nodded slowly.

“That would be great.”

“Alright. Just … I’ll cover for you for the next few days while you get settled down. And if he tries to come after you …”

She smiled sweetly. Peter was maybe 5’10”, and weighed maybe 150 pounds. Andrew would eat the man for breakfast. Still, she was pleasantly surprised. Peter had mostly ogled her at work and made weird allusions at maybe taking her out for dinner.

That’s when she realized that he had his hand on her knee. Of course, he did. Sighing, she gently pushed it away. The men made some weird semi-apologetic gesture and said:

“Anyway, this can be your place for the time being. Just … make sure you are okay.”

“I’ll try.”

Then, after another awkward pause, he accompanied her upstairs and showed her the rooms, which weren’t too nice, obviously. She did have a beautiful view of the city, though, and she felt safe enough. Bryce aired the place out and set up a bed for herself, then laid down for a bit, trying to recover from the stress.

The next morning, she tried to figure out how to deal with her life. She found herself as if floating in the air: No real place to call her own, no real safety, just this sensation of complete instability. And yet, she quite enjoyed this.

Peter left her alone, though she noticed he kept peeping at her. She put up with it for now and tried to settle down in the hotel. It was interesting. As a receptionist, she had mostly worked the front office, but this place seemed to just expand on and on, with underground areas that she had never seen before. It was a very strange place.

For now, she preferred to stay here. Bryce quickly struck a deal with the cook that she would be able to get some leftovers, and so, as far as she could tell, things were looking up.

More or less.

As the evening came and life at the hotel wound down, she returned to her place up there under the roof, taking the service stairs. That’s when she spotted the sign of the hotel gym. Suddenly, she had to grin.

It was clear that she wasn’t supposed to be visible for the guests, just like all the other staff. She was only supposed to exist in her very specific spot at the reception and when accompanying people to their rooms.

Bryce opened the door and found herself in a fully equipped gym. She grinned. Okay, maybe she could try that …

[El_Roy_1999]

I wanted to publish this before Christmas, but then real life happened, and everything took way longer than planned.

Anyway, here’s something a little more epic! Inspired by Tigersan’s work and design, here’s the 100,000 word saga of Rycca and Devan, two young people in a fantastic take on the early Roman Empire, and it really has it all: Danger, adventure, battle, love, power, mystery …

It’s big, and I really enjoyed writing it.

So if you want something monumental, you’ve come to the right place!

True Harmony
In the Roman age, a young barbarian escapes the destruction of his village at the hands of the legions. A young amazon starts her journey to become a warrior. Their lives cross and lead to epic adventure! This work of erotic fiction contains female muscle, fighting and feats of strength. All characters are over 18 years old.

Read it here:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1505382

And here’s a modest preview:

The Roman attack came so quick that none of the villagers had a chance. Their auxiliary scouts had appeared in the early morning and stayed hidden until they knew what to expect. They reported back to their leader, Centurion Laurentius Crispus. He nodded and ordered the assault.

The legionnaires formed their ranks and marched. The stamping noise filled the air. A buccin was sounded and the soldiers charged. The village elder ran towards them, trying to shout above the din:

“What is going on? Peace! Peace! We are a peaceful people!”

The masses hit him and crushed him. People panicked. There were screams of horror and pleas for mercy. The attackers were relentless, breaking into the houses and pulling the inhabitants out. Their swords flashed and blood pooled on the ground. The village guards tried to resist, but faced with such well-trained and experienced adversaries, they had no chance.

Devan was on his way home when he heard the screams. He broke into a run, dropping his catch in the process. Was this his mother? He wondered what was going on. The young man burst through the thicket and ended up on the side of the village, between the legionnaires and their auxiliary troops. While the Roman troops were still fighting, the auxiliaries were already looting and raping, unleashing their brutality and frustration on the villagers.

In a flash of bravery, Devan charged at one of them. The stout man noticed him instantly, turned to face him and struck. The boy might have had anger on his side, he certainly missed the experience and ruthlessness of his foe. The blow dazed him. Devan stumbled about, trying to regain his composure.

The man laughed:

“Look at the kid! He’s trying to be a hero!”

His friends joined in and pushed Devan to the ground. They kicked him in the privates, then in the sides. The young man felt as if he was going to throw up.

Then he did.

The men left him alone after a final laugh and returned to the women. Devan wanted to say something. He wanted to get back up and fight. He wanted to at least die honorably. Instead, all he could do was just crawl away. He was hurting all over, pushing himself through the mud. His father had gone to fight against the Romans or against one of their allies. He didn’t know. He had been left as the head of the house and had just been happy that his mother was helping him. And now, he was useless again.

He managed to lift himself up on all fours now, the pain slowly subsiding. A group of panicked children stormed by. There was a buzz of stones in the air. Some of them fell, blood running from their heads. There was laughter. The others ran out of the village. Devan felt sick again. This was a nightmare. He’d wake up in a moment and just wonder where he got this kind of horrible ideas.

Yes.

It must be. The Roman soldiers in their mail coats ran by, then took up position again and shot another volley from their slings. Devan turned away. It was real. He ran home. Maybe he could get his father’s sickle. That wasn’t much of a weapon, but he couldn’t just let all this happen.

Ducking behind the wattle fences, he sneaked closer to their house. Right in this moment, his mother was being pulled out by two legionnaires. There was a big man waiting for her, his armor better made than the others’. He had a breastplate and a large helmet. The two men forced his mother down.

“Bow before Rome!”

She was panicking, sobbing uncontrollably. The man punched her, breaking a tooth.

“Be quiet, woman!” She dropped to a whimper. The commander grinned. “I have a question for you and you will answer, do you understand me?”

His Celtic was atrocious, but Devan understood him. His heart was beating up to his neck and he just wanted to storm out and fight the man. He had no chance, but maybe his mother could flee.

She nodded. The centurion had one of his warriors hand him a bag. He reached inside and pulled out a human head. Devan stared. It was his father. One of his eyes was blind and his lower jaw was dangling from the head, but he recognized him immediately. The same brown hair, the same brow. His mother cried out.

The leader laughed:

“Very well. This is the town. Burn it to the ground. Let this be a lesson to those barbarians. Kill her and her family, the others are to be taken as slaves.”

The soldiers accepted the command and went to work. His mother screamed. Devan had to shut his eyes. Then she was silent. Just then, one of the soldiers spotted him. He ran, stumbled, slid and fell, crashing down into the brook that ran through the village.

As his senses faded, he heard the howls of pain of his sisters and brothers.

“Boy … Boy!”

Devan looked up and saw a bronzed face above him. The screams of the wounded filled the air. The Roman soldiers were making short work of the remaining villagers. Most of them were old people and couldn’t do much more than die anyway.

The face shouted again:

“Boy! Come with me now!”

He struggled to get to his feet, slipped on the wet stones and fell back into the shallow water. The dark-skinned man slapped him, then held his hand on his mouth. Devan rolled his eyes.

The merchant took his hand in a surprisingly firm grip and pulled him into the undergrowth. The legionnaires had just discovered the wagon and were now looting it. They laughed, throwing the shoddily made wares to the ground and searching for hidden money or alcohol.

Devan didn’t get the rest of what was going on. Instead, he found himself trying to keep up with the other man. They ran through the forest, trying to get as far from the ransacked village as possible. At last, they were exhausted. Devan felt his legs give out under him and collapsed. The merchant managed a few more steps, then broke down too.

After a while, they caught their breath and the older man gasped:

“That was terrible. Those Romans … They’re monsters!”

Slowly, Devan realized what he had just witnessed. The merchant had been offering his wares, bargaining with his mother, his uncles and aunts. Then, out of nowhere, the Roman troops had marched down the road that led to the village and had attacked. The travelling merchant had kicked his mule and tried to get the wagon out of town, but it was too late.

The young boy felt a shiver run all over his body. This was too much. He started to sob. The older man embraced him and held him.

“Don’t worry. We’re safe for now. You’ll see, we’ll find a way. This isn’t the first time I had to start over …”

“I have to help them. I have to go and fight!”

“Boy, you’d only get killed. Just stay with me, at least I’ll keep you alive.”

“But maybe it would be better if I …”

“Don’t even think about it. The longer you stay away from the afterlife, the better.”

The boy let out a drawn-out howl of despair. The merchant held him tight, running his fingers through his hair.

After what seemed like an endless walk through the growing darkness, Devan and the merchant reached a town. Over the last few hours, a fine autumn rain had started and had soaked them both through and through. Devan regretted not returning to the ruins of his home and maybe find some cover, but that definitely would have gotten him killed. Instead, he had trudged after his savior, the mud seeping between his toes and sticking to his bare legs.

The man, Ahab, had somehow managed to keep his bearings on their march through the thickets. He straightened his back and made a sweeping gesture:

“Behold: Alderhill. It isn’t much, but I have friends here.”

Devan barely heard him. He was completely exhausted. The fight had crushed his spirit and the gruesome trudge through brambles and thistles had broken his body. He was used to the hard work on the farm, but he had never been this far away from home. Ahab took him by the sleeve of his tunic and pulled him towards one of the houses. It didn’t seem like much, a thatched hut with walls of mud, but if he could just be warm and safe, he’d be fine.

It was not to be.

The moment Ahab pushed open the door, half a dozen people turned up and questioned them about what had happened. They had every reason to be afraid. The Romans were looking for rebels and brigands and if the legionnaires were bad enough, the auxiliary troops were even worse.

Still, Devan was seated at a simple wooden table next to a fire and a stout woman handed him a bowl of gruel. He eagerly went to work and to his surprise, he was even served seconds. Despite his horrible tiredness, he was starting to feel better.

He noticed that Ahab was talking to the villagers now, carefully explaining what he had seen and telling them what to expect.

“They are looking for supporters of Catuvellauns. Put people on watch for their scouts and you can flee before they attack you.”

The matron nodded.

“Thank you.” She nodded at Devan: “So, what about the boy? Where did you find him?”

“He was at the village when it was attacked. I kept him. Want to give him a home? I’m sure he can put in a good day’s work.”

The woman shrugged:

“I’m not sure … It’d be another mouth to feed. Maybe. I’d have to see him work.”

Ahab turned to Devan:

“What do you say, boy? Would you like to stay here? It’d be close to home. Good for keeping the dead happy.”

The young man turned pale. He put the bowl down and leaned back, staring in the distance. The old woman slapped Ahab’s arm.

“You’re a horrible man, Ahab! The boy just lost his family and you … Have you no shame?”

He grinned, and Devan thought for a moment that there was some spark between him and their hostess. He took a deep breath and said:

“If you don’t mind, sir, I’d like to go with you. I don’t think I can stand staying here and I’ll never get my revenge. Maybe it’s better if I become a merchant.”

Ahab smiled. The woman’s slap had made him realize that he had overstepped the boundaries.

“I can do that, but you should be warned. It’s a bad life on the road. No place to call your home, cold nights and bad inns. And that’s only if it’s working out fine. Robbers, thieves, soldiers, guards, they’re all after me. Are you sure you want to do this?”

Devan considered the warm fire, the bowl of gruel and the woman’s daughter. He thought of his parents, his siblings, his family.

Then he shook his head:

“I do. I want to go and leave all this behind.”

“Very well. If you don’t mind, Gwen, we’d stay here for the night and be gone at first light.”

There might have been an answer, but Devan had already slumped on the table and fallen asleep.

Devan and Ahab left the next day. The old woman had given them a loaf of bread and some cheese, as well as a pot of cider. Devan was impressed. Somehow, Ahab had managed to charm her into just giving them this stuff, without compensation of anything. Maybe becoming a merchant had been the right choice. Of course, being back on the road wasn’t that nice. After a few hours of marching, he started to miss Alderhill.

When Ahab noticed his restlessness, he smiled and said:

“It’ll be fine, you’ll see. I’ll teach you everything I know, and then you’ll be able to go your own way. You’ll have it better than most people.”

“So, what are we going to do next?”

The older man shrugged, pushed his finger through his black hair and said:

“We should be heading to Londinium for now. It’s the biggest city around and we can get pretty much anything we want there. We’ll stock up on goods there and then we’ll head for Gaul.”

“What’s Gaul?”

“It’s a place on the other side of the sea. It’s nice: At least it’s not raining all the time. Also, if the rumors are true, there’s going to be more war around here. Normally, that’s good for business, but since I’m broke right now, we’ll better get out now.”

They walked together in silence for a while. Fall was looking fine now, even though Devan was certain it would start to rain again soon. He realized that he had never been this far away from home and that for Ahab, this was not in any way special. What a life the man must have led!

“You know, Devan, there’s one thing you can be certain with the Romans. They will always find another war for you. That’s their thing: Building roads and fighting battles. Where I come from, we don’t even build roads.”

“Where are you from?”

“Oh, you wouldn’t understand. It’s so ridiculously far away, I still wonder how I managed ending up here.”

Devan let that sink in. Just how big was the world? When he had been a little boy, he had asked his father what came behind the hills. The answer had been simple: “More hills, probably.” That there would be huge cities and seas and other lands … He struggled to accept this.

Meanwhile, Ahab had launched into a marching song. After the third time around, Devan joined in, probably mangling the lyrics without understanding them. The older man laughed and sang only louder. Eventually, he said:

“You’re doing fine. Your pronunciation isn’t half bad. I’m sure you’ll be speaking Latin in no time.”

“Thank you. What’s the song about?”

“Ah, maybe you’re still a little young for that. For now, it should be enough to know that it is about Gaius Julius Caesar, the mightiest warrior Rome ever suckled at her teat.”

“So it’s about his skill as a fighter?”

Ahab smiled and stayed silent.

Then it started to rain again.

Rycca Enos waited in the treetop. She had quickly climbed up there, easily pulling herself up with her arms only. Despite her young age, she was already quite tall and amazingly strong. The senior amazons were impressed. They were used to the strength of their warriors, but never before had there been one so blessed by Prima. Her mother had burned incense as an offering to the goddess, thanking her for such incredible offspring. The house of Enos had been dwindling, but Rycca gave them hope. Of course, she was still young, but she did show great promise.

The young woman stood perfectly still, tensing her muscles. She had covered her pale skin in stripes of mud, blurring her outline. With her hard, bulging muscles, this was definitely necessary. She normally stood out, and in the woods, she was even more conspicuous. Autumn had come and the leaves had turned golden, brown and orange. Normally, it was a pleasure to watch the wind dance in the treetops, but now, she was completely focused.

Below, the other young amazons were looking for her, carrying their training clubs. Even at their young age, the weapons weighed some eighty pounds each. Once they outgrew them, they would be ready to train for the use of their battle cleavers and maybe earn their place in the amazon army.

The young women scanned the area, trying to find footprints or signs of Rycca’s presence. Their training allowed them to spot a quarry’s steps even in the deep leaf blanket of last year. The young woman grinned. She had switched to the trees as soon as possible and just launched herself from trunk to trunk, evading the forest floor entirely.

Moving slowly and carefully mastering the tension of her muscles, she began her descent. If she did it right, she’d end up in the middle of them and then, she’d have her fun.

Her pursuers spread out just as predicted.

Rycca crept down and stepped on a thick branch. Her weight forced it down and she ended up between them. She could tell that they were completely focused, but sadly not in the right direction.

The young amazon got off the branch and held it back with her tensed muscles. She was quite a sight to behold.

Like all young amazons, she was naked except for a loincloth and a strap that held her equipment. Hard training from the youngest age had earned her a strong, ripped body. She was still leaner than the zealots, the powerful fighters of the amazon army, but there were few mortal men who could hope to keep up with her.

She was massive. The other young women were fit, with rugged, tight physiques and tough muscles, but Rycca was something else. Even under the cover of mud, her strength was hard to hide. Her cut and strong muscles gave her a hourglass figure that would befit a woman, not a girl. Her shoulders were broad, her waist was tight and wrapped in hard muscles and her behind was an x-shaped twin pack of muscle.

With a grin, she let the branch whip up. The sound made the others turn around, which put them right where Rycca wanted them.

One of the girls managed to shout:

“There she …”

Rycca’s arms uncoiled and she struck her face. The young amazon was holding back, not wanting to cause any lasting damage, but Ilva was launched through the air and crashed into the shrubbery. The other’s attacked her at once, but Rycca weaved under their blows, dodging and bobbing away.

Still, keeping up with four opponents at once, especially such well-trained ones, was pretty hard. Hala managed to land a quickly aimed blow on Rycca’s upper arm, forcing the other fighter to retreat and stick to a tree to protect her numbed side.

The taller youth used the cover of the tree to her advantage and managed to make Paliya strike the trunk instead. The strawberry blonde shouted in pain as her hardened fist broke through the bark and hit the tough young wood.

Rycca used her momentum as she recoiled and forced her into Hala’s path. With a painful crunch, the short golden haired girl broke Paliya’s jaw.

That’s when Rycca got cocky and found herself instantly humbled. Myra caught her from behind and got under her, abruptly lifting her on her shoulders. The taller girl shrieked and tried to get off, but Myra widened her stance.

“Let me down! That’s unfair!”

Myra just laughed. She was struggling to keep the heavy young woman on her shoulders, but she tried not to show it.

Just as Rycca tried to break the hold with a hard flex of her abs, the trill of the teacher’s flute was heard. The young women stopped their fight and took up position in a line. Paliya did her best to hide her pain.

The girls looked scruffy and banged up, the drying mud flaking off Rycca’s muscles.

Nyssilna, their teacher, put away her long wooden flute and inspected her disciples. She was a veteran of uncounted battles. Over a hundred years of fighting had covered her body in scars and cost her an eye and an arm, but that didn’t stop her from besting her students in every fight. Her ancient body was a masterwork of tight, hard muscles, her relentless training giving her a body most younger amazons would envy. She looked at the girls one by one, then declared:

“You did well. What is your lesson?”

The hunters chorused:

“To keep our eyes open above and behind us!”

Paliya’s answer was more of a mumbled groan.

“Very well. And you, Rycca?”

“I don’t know. Wait a little longer, maybe?”

“No! Don’t get cocky! Every fight is a fight for your life. This isn’t a game.”

The blond muscle girl wanted to say something, but she understood she should better keep quiet.

“Good. Get Paliya to the healer. Then, we’ll do another round!”

[El_Roy_1999]

For those who like quick, hard and intense transformations of small young ladies into older, gnarled muscle monsters … This is for you!

A Hard Move
Cindy has had a hard time being taken seriously at her job. Despite being a brilliant scientist, people just see the cute, blond young woman. Well, this is going to change, and she is going to transform into someone much easier to respect! This work of erotic fiction contains female muscle growth (FMG), breast expansion and age progression. All characters are over 18 years old.

Read it here:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1491685

The preview:

The radio was playing the usual rock classics and Cindy found herself singing along with some of them. It was a corny thing to do, but then again, she was a bit of a nerd, so being awkward came with the job description, didn’t it?
The thing was, most people wouldn’t have thought of her as a biochem expert when looking at her. Cindy really didn’t fit the mold. She was slim, with a nice bust and a cute bum, long, naturally wavy blond hair and just enough freckles to look cute. Also, despite being in her mid-twenties, she was routinely carded when she went out to party. Admittedly, she preferred to spend her evenings at the lab, but hey, sometimes, it was inescapable.
It was a strange complaint, but Cindy’s looks, and her name, really made things difficult for her. As long as people only communicated in writing, everything went fine. They would praise her insights and ideas and they would absolutely take her seriously. This all immediately changed when she showed up in person. Most people would just ignore her, or ogle her, and her high, chirpy voice made things even more difficult.
She would take the better part of a first meeting just explaining who she was and that this wasn’t some prank. Then she would have to start all over once the primary fact that she was really herself had entered their stupid brains.
At first, she had gotten angry, but that hadn’t helped either. When she was furious, she became even cuter, and people would laugh at her, hug her, or just wonder aloud when the real scientist would show up. Oh, and so many guys just routinely copped a feel …
She hated this. All she ever wanted was to do some research, and it was absolutely impossible the moment she had to interact in person.
Well, this would change now.
She had found a new job at Mayfield University, combined with a position at Bradley Labs. She would be in charge of setting up the university’s biochem division, and with her new ideas, she would get all the fancy toys she couldn’t have at her previous position. Bradley was a big sponsor, and this would be amazing!
Of course, this would be nigh-impossible for Cindy Boone. Then again, she was good at planning things and she had devised a radical, yet efficient solution. Two years ago, she had started adding Sonya Carrington as an author to her publications. She had also published several articles under that name. Using voice modulation, she had given several online talks which suffered from horrible, horrible network problems and made video impossible.
Sonya Carrington had also acquired several patents and had won a few prizes which Cindy Boone could spare.
A few weeks ago, Cindy had finally gotten her paperwork sorted out, and now she had a full set of documents declaring her Sonya Elizabeth Carrington. All that was left to do was to get in shape for the role.

A bit later, she pulled up at the Starry Fields Inn. It was a simple motel she had found on the net and which was noted as being clean, friendly and discreet. She liked the sound of that. She stopped her car and took her bag out of the car. The thing was amazingly heavy, and she almost fell on it. At 110 pounds, she was really struggling with this. As she stumbled along towards the entrance, the manager came out with a smile and asked:
“Hello! Do you need help?”
She nodded helplessly, not wanting to drag the bag to the door. She felt stupid. Maybe she should have packed all of this stuff into two bags?
The guy took the bag, struggling with it himself, though less than her, and she noticed he immediately checked her out. Of course, he did. His eyes wandered over her B-cup breasts and trailed after her bum, but at least he managed to hoist the bag on his shoulder and shlepped it inside.
There, he welcomed her and asked for her ID. She nodded and handed him the card. Absentminded, the man copied the data, hesitating at the picture for a moment. It was speculation on her part, but as far as she could tell, it would fit eventually.
The man looked at her, then back at the picture.
“Uh …”
She smiled and put a few bills on the counter.
“Ah.”
Then she signed, trying out her new signature. She had practiced it for a few weeks, and it worked great. Sometimes, she missed the little heart on the “i” in “Cindy”, but the harsh and direct “Sonya E. Carrington” looked much better.
Now that everything was cleared up, the man carried up the bag for her and she thanked him before disappearing into her room.

The place was clean, as announced. Perfect. Cindy, no, Sonya, walked around, lowering the blinds and locking the door. Then she opened her bag, took out a bathroom scale, and set it up. She also took out a camera and prepared it.
“Alright …” She took a deep breath. “Now … Let’s record the before data.”
She took off her clothes and stepped on the scales.
“108 pounds.” She recorded this in her phone. Her perky little breasts tightened in the cool air. She cupped them with a grin. “Okay.” She stepped back off, then thought about it for a moment. “I’ll just put the clothes back on. It’s not as if I’m going to wear them again anyway, and I think it will be fun …”
She got dressed again, then she switched the camera on.
“Okay … Let’s get in the mood, shall we?” She smiled at it and said: “This is Cindy Boone, documenting the application of compounds SK-117, V-28, ME-43 and MG-271. My stated goal is to adapt my looks to my coming position.” She set up the various drugs and switched on the TV, streaming a video compilation from her phone.
Instantly, a close-up, high-definition recording of a massive musclewoman appeared on the screen. She was posing in a tiny bikini, her dark, deeply tanned skin shiny and taut. The woman was looking at the camera, her face looking hard and gaunt. Her cheeks were deeply carved, and her voice was quite deep. She flexed her arms, making her biceps swell, then followed this up with a most muscular pose, bringing out her traps. Then the scene switched to a pair of musclewomen with large fake breasts, spherical implants stretching their tanned, rough skin. They faced each other with their old faces, smiled harshly and then flexed their pecs, making their absurd tits bounce.
Cindy licked her soft lips. This was a vision to behold.
She turned to the camera and said:
“SK-117 will change my skin. It will give it a hard, robust, leathery texture and improve the vascularity. There is a certain ageing effect to be expected, I would say it will probably make me look like someone in their forties or fifties. The effect is permanent, but it will stabilize my looks at this point. I think that this level of tanning is only possible by intense sunbathing. The risk of skin cancer would be absurdly high.”
She poured the substance into a glass of water. Then she took the next one.
“V-28 is a compound that affects the voice. I have been trying to lower my voice via speaking techniques for a while now, but this yielded little to no progress. The chemical should drop my voice two or three octaves and also make it rougher. This is an effect that should only be possible due to massive testosterone abuse.”
She added V-28 to the glass.
“ME-43 is my mammalian enhancer. It was quite difficult to figure out. My goal here is to achieve a fake, robust look. I want my breasts to be large, heavy and artificial-looking. This was rather complex, but I believe it should work. The drug adapts the skin structure to create a spherical shape, while also improving the tissue inside the breast. It should be lighter than using implants and should also be possible without half-a-dozen surgeries. Besides, I doubt I would easily find a surgeon willing to go to the size I would like.”
The chemical was poured in.
“Finally, this is MG-271. Figuring this out was the most complex. It will increase my muscle mass intensely, probably doubling my bodyweight in the process. Happily, I have this handy source of protein in my bag.” She pointed at a large container. “Training my body to that level … Actually, I doubt that I even have the genetics for this. But yes, it would probably take the better part of a decade, and enough drugs to turn my liver into powder.” She sighed and looked at the video again. The camera slid up a musclewoman’s mighty leg, displaying the exquisitely carved calves and the bulging hamstrings. “Wow …”
Cindy emptied the MG-271 into the glass, then stirred it all. She lifted it up.
“When this is done, I will be Sonya Elizabeth Carrington, a massive female bodybuilder in her late forties, with delightfully large fake tits and a voice to make men tremble … And I love it already!”
With a smile, she downed the glass.

[El_Roy_1999]

A story without muscle growth, but with an incredibly ripped and powerful protagonist imposing her will on plenty of weaklings.
Enjoy!

The Idol
A big Hollywood party. Celebrities and film makers. And a woman. Annabella Galinska. A strong, amazingly beautiful ballerina making an impression. This work of erotic fiction contains female muscle and domination. All characters are over 18 years old.

Read it here:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1489800

The preview:

Kurt Warwick laughed:

“In the end, they had to use him anyway. And guess what? It was a hit. Instinct! You get that? That’s what it’s all about!”

The investors nodded, agreeing emphatically to the huge man’s words. Warwick was a larger-than-life person in every way. He was tall, fat, strong and he had an enormous jaw. The many actresses that his production company had hired suggested that he was also big below the waist. The casting couch was real when it came to him. Of course, his success meant that people just accepted his methods. The women knew that they better shut up, and the investors were just happy that the man was able to consistently pick the best projects. He was always on budget and time, top notch quality, and indeed, he had an instinct for recognizing talent.

One of the men stretched a bit to pat him on the shoulder:

“Damn, Kurt, you knocked that one out of the park!”

“That’s correct! You see, there are so many people that think it’s just a matter of throwing more money at the CGI department, but really, the trick is in the planning. And in assembling a team that really wants to do the job.”

Just then, the woman entered the room. She was tall and slim, but … Kurt Warwick felt his cock stir. That woman … He had never seen one like that … She was a blonde, blue eyes, warm skin, wearing a slinky, bright gold evening dress that covered nothing and showed everything. He felt his heart flutter. Fuck. That was one. This woman was … oh yes … she was perfect …

The woman smiled at the crowd. Her expression was lovely, but also distant. She was a true beauty. Kurt Warwick had seen a lot of women in his days. Seen. Ha. Fucked. So many of them. Little country girls hoping to make it in the big city. Experienced ladies from overseas hoping to make the jump into a business with real money. Even aging divas that hoped he would restore their fame for one last appearance …

And none had ever come close. His throat was dry.

The young woman passed a few other guests, greeting them with just a look. Some of them, she even deemed worthy of receiving the slightest wave.

He watched her every movement. It was fascinating. Her muscles were incredibly hard and defined, although they were nowhere big. Warwick had worked with a few bodybuilders over time especially in the eighties, there were so many of them in showbusiness. He knew what to expect. This woman, however, outdid them all. Even the best ones that went on to win titles and awards didn’t even come close. She was clearly much leaner than the contest shape competitors, yet obviously smaller and lighter than the lightweight athletes. It was quite confusing to watch.

He leaned over to his assistant.

“Who is that?”

“That’s Harry Temple, sir.”

Only now did Kurt Warwick see the man at her side. Ah. Yeah. This one wasn’t important. He was tall, handsome and fit, and also completely redundant. Just another one of the many, many cookie-cutter leading men the machine needed to function. But the woman …

“Not him. Her. Who is she?”

“Her … wow … Sir, that is Annabella Galinska. She’s from Europe.” The assistant checked on his phone. “A dancer.”

“A dancer? Is that so?”

“Ballet.”

“Oh. Wow.”

He nodded to himself. Ballerinas were known for their low weight and strong muscles, but this woman was exceptional even by their standards, that much he could tell.

Kurt Warwick slowly drifted towards her now. The woman and her companion had just reached Albert Lewis, the director. She was all smiles. Harry greeted the older man with a handshake and presented her to him. Annabella smiled and the old man kissed her hand. Kurt watched as the muscles rippled under her skin. With one negligent look, she sent her man to fetch drinks. He immediately complied and disappeared.

Warwick grinned. That was impressive. This woman clearly knew how to get what she wanted. How fitting! He was quite certain to also get what he wanted.

The director was just explaining:

“… We shouldn’t always be talking shop, you know, dear, but … as a matter of fact, I am looking for a female lead.”

“And what do you have in mind?”

“The critics will say it’s Oscar bait! A biopic with a beautiful woman in the lead? With dramatic politics in the background? And a tragic love story? They will say Lewis is trying too hard! They will say the old fox wants one more golden boy for his mantlepiece!”

She smiled:

“And don’t you?”

“Oh, I would adore it!”

Kurt was very close now. A biopic by Albert Lewis? That was the first time he heard of it … Probably just an attempt by the old man to get into her dress. Well, he could amuse himself with him. The young man returned but found himself blocked by his arrival. Kurt grinned. Poor boy, you still have so much to learn.

“Albert! You old fox! Are you pitching a new piece?”

The old man turned to him, and it was clear that he was very annoyed by the interruption.

“Oh. Kurt. Yes. Yes, I am. Ms. Galinska, this is Kurt Warwick.”

She was instantly all smiles and gave him a look that made his heart stop for a moment. Those eyes … those lips … her whole expression … He was lost.

“Oh my Lord … THE Kurt Warwick? Sir, I am honored!”

“Please. Just Kurt. And the pleasure is all mine.”

“Kurt, then.” She reached over and took the two glasses from Harry Temple, handing one to Warwick and keeping the other one for herself. She smiled at her companion and said: “Thank you, darling.” The young man wanted to be angry, but instead mumbled something as if to excuse himself. Then he stood there, useless. She returned to Warwick: “Albert just told me about his plans. Albert, would you explain them? It’s a perfect occasion to have you as a producer and you as a director all together!”

The old man stuttered for a moment:

“Yes … yes. Well … Uh … Alright. Kurt. Kurt, it’s a plan I’ve been mulling over for … at least a decade now.”

“Oh, did you?” Kurt grinned, masking it by taking a sip of his champagne. He also took a look at the dancer’s wonderful, muscular shoulders. As she moved, he could literally sense her strength and control.

“As a matter of fact, I did. And it’s fortunate I ran into Ms. Galinska.”

“Annabella. Since we are all on a first name basis.”

Both men nodded, transfixed by her. They realized the situation had shifted. Albert felt like a schoolboy all of a sudden. He was nervous and to his panic, he noticed he was blushing. He had backed himself into a corner now. He had to come up with something sellable! Think! You’ve got this! You can’t afford to lose face in front of Kurt Warwick. Not now!

Oh.

He put on his most confident smile and added a gesture of perfect ease:

“Maya Plisetskaya. The prima donna assoluta. The best dancer of a generation, caught between loyalty to her country and family and the desire for freedom and international recognition. Love, beauty, drama … It has it all.”

Kurt Warwick did his best not to laugh. That’s the best you could come up with, Albert? He nodded:

“Interesting.”

Annabella, on the other hand, was smitten.

“That is a wonderful idea. I mean, obviously, I could never do her justice, regardless of how much I’d practice!”

Kurt grinned:

“We could do a modern take. That would allow us to expand the available style of music and the choreography. We could ask Lin Manuel Miranda.”

The old man glared at him.

The dancer set one hand on the big man’s forearm. He was astonished by how strong she was. Even though she only touched him slightly, she was still exerting some force.

“Would you consider this? Albert Lewis directing, produced by Kurt Warwick … It’s a guaranteed hit. After all, you have, as they say, the instinct. You wouldn’t be standing here if you didn’t know it was going to work.”

The producer was suddenly unsure. Did he just agree to this? No. It was just a little chat, wasn’t it?

Albert smiled at him. There was a lot of mockery in this expression, but it was rather well-hidden:

“By all means. I would love to work on this with you. Having you on board means having only the best people on board!”

“Okay … Yeah … Of course.”

She smiled at them and held out her hand.

“Would you?”

Both Albert and Kurt hesitated. They both wanted to take her hand, but then retreated as they realized they were going to run into each other. There was an awkward moment, but she just turned her hand around so that they could set theirs on top of hers.

Kurt immediately pushed forward so he could be the first.

He felt her silky, perfectly smooth skin covering super-strong steel cables under his soft fingers and felt incredibly weak. Even as he felt Albert’s hand on his, all disgusting and old, he heard her:

“Then it’s agreed. It’ll be a pleasure working with you. I am sure it will be a triumph!”

She smiled and released them. Then she turned to her toyboy, who was still standing there, awestruck and left them standing, withdrawing their hands awkwardly.

“Come on, Harry, let’s make a little round. I think I might just have found my first lead role.”

[El_Roy_1999]

A new story for the fans of psychological strangeness, transformations and muscle growth!

Desperation
Madeleine is not in a good place, struggling with her demons. When she is offered a job as a personal assistant to a rich man, she hopes to fix her life. It turns out that there is much more to this job, and that she is in way deeper than expected … This work of erotic fiction contains female muscle growth (FMG), breast expansion and age progression. All characters are over 18 years old.

Read it here:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1484884

And the sample!

Madeleine sat very quiet at her table. She took deep breaths, trying to focus and clear her mind. The envelope in front of her was still closed. She had just looked at the address, and she could feel a sense of panic well up within her. Letters from her landlady always meant trouble. Trouble that would cause her to stress out, and stress that would trigger a cascade of pain. The day hadn’t been that bad … She had gotten up early, and even though she could no longer afford her medication, she had managed to stay calm. The voices were quiet. She knew they were there. They always were. But if they were happy enough to just watch her and enjoy her suffering, then it was, well, not okay, but definitely better than usual.
She had even taken a little walk, enjoying the warm early summer air and feeling okay. Okay. She had managed to go to the supermarket and buy some supplies that would last her for a week. It was just mostly noodles and sauce, but it was stressful enough to go out, and she just had to deal with so much, so being in and out was good enough.
On her way home, Madeleine had focused on her steps, trying to ignore the nagging presence at the back of her mind. The things were amusing themselves clearly. She knew they weren’t real, but that didn’t matter, did it? If they started talking to her, abusing her, belittling her, screaming at her, what did it mean that they weren’t real?
As long as she was able to afford the medication, her mind felt numb, but she was able to ignore them. It had been really hard to think or to feel anything other than boredom. The sensation had been rather pointless, robbing her life of any positive feelings. Being able to function was one thing, enjoying your life was another. Now that she had run out of money, she just had to deal with it.
She had snorted in frustration. Deal with it? Like hell. There was nothing she could do. After her meltdown, she was out of a job, and over the last year, she had broken off all contact with her ex and her friends. She just couldn’t look them in the eyes anymore. She was ashamed to be pitied by them. When they offered to pay for her therapy and for the drugs, even after she had already borrowed money from them, and without a job, she had refused.
Faced with this letter, she regretted her decision, but what could she do?
It was too late. She was going to live on the street.
“You deserve it.”
She closed her eyes and clenched her fists. There it was. She didn’t have to wait long.
“You’re a piece of shit. You keep ruining everything you touch.”
Madeleine tried to control her breathing. She knew it would only get worse if she fought it. She could just wait it out. The things would get bored and go back to watching her. Fuckers. Shaking her head, she reminded herself that they didn’t exist.
“You’re trying to make us go away, right? No chance. If that would work, we would have been gone long ago. You’re lying to yourself again. You think you’re in control. Ha. You’re nothing. You’re stupid. You can’t do anything. You can’t even kill yourself.”
Raising her voice and trying to put some authority and confidence into it, Madeleine said:
“I am going to open this letter and read it. And I’m going to deal with it.”
“You really think so? You’re more pathetic than we thought. We all know you’re going to cry and scream and then, they’re going to lock you up! At least, you’ll have a place to stay!”
“There is no one in this room with me. I just open the letter and read it. I will accept what is in it.”
There was a wave of mocking laughter.
“Yeah. You’re right. We don’t exist. We’re not here. But you know what? That makes it worse. That makes it so much worse. Maybe it would be better for you if we actually existed? Wouldn’t you prefer that? Then you could at least accept it. But like this …”
She ripped the envelope open brutally, tearing off a bit of the letter with it. Then she stared at the sheet of paper and focused. She struggled to read the words as the voices kept on rambling in her mind. Now they were screaming at each other, drowning out her thoughts.
She barely managed to read through it, then she said to herself aloud:
“Okay, I’m fucked. I have one more week, then I’ll be evicted. I have one week to find some place to stay.”
“You could try the loony bin.”
“I will find something. I will have a place to stay.”
“The more you talk like this, the more it sounds like you’re going to kill yourself.”
“I am not …” She struggled with the words. They came out way less firm than she wanted. “… kill myself.”
“So more pointless suffering? What are you even doing here anymore? It’s not like you’re going to fix this. It’s only going to get worse. For now, it’s just us. But you’re going to spiral. And then, you’re going to see all those things you hate to see. They’re going to lock you up. Then you’ll wish you’re dead.”
She set down the letter.
“I am going out and take a walk. I will find a way to deal with this problem. I will have a place to stay.”
“Yes, yes … Have fun, you sad piece of shit.”
She got back up, put on her shoes and walked down the street aimlessly.

As she wandered past some park, her phone plinged. She took it out and took a deep breath. Hopefully, it was just some spam. To her surprise, it was a message from one of those professional recruitment platforms. Before her sickness got too bad, she had been quite good at her job, and like all the other graduates, she had registered on a few of these platforms. This was one of the better ones. She suddenly felt her mood clear a bit.
“You really think you’re catching a break? It’s just spam. The platform probably got sold to some data farm, and they handed your personal information to scammers. Don’t open it. It’s just gonna make you more miserable.”
She closed her eyes for a moment and took another deep breath. When she opened her eyes, she saw some shapeless things on the jungle gym, staring at her without eyes.
She looked away, touched the screen and opened the message.
“Dear Ms. Baker!
We are looking for a personal assistant to Mr. Chetwick, our CEO. According to our HR department, you fit the bill. Would you be available during the week for an interview? Please check the linked document for employment conditions and pick available dates on the timetable so we can arrange a personal interview.
Sincerely
Caroline Almisri
Human Resources
T*Corp”
“Okay, now that is a fake if there ever was one. You’re getting scammed. Then again, you deserve it. After all, you’re a piece of shit and you’re useless to anybody. Just get out of the way.”
Without thinking, she shouted:
“Shut up!”
This caused a couple passing by to jump in surprise. She looked at them awkwardly, unable to say anything to explain. They walked away, the woman looking back at her.
Madeleine quickly flipped through the attached documents. The kind of money they were offering was enough for her to deal with her financial difficulties, and health insurance at a rather well-paying company was also included. At this point she was desperate, so she picked all available dates.
Then she panicked and removed some of the dates so as not to look too desperate. She didn’t want to scare her future employer away. Then the terror set in and she felt the voices howl and scream at her as the shapeless things at the edge of her vision welled up.

Madeleine arrived at T*Corp’s building three days later. She had managed to scrounge up enough money for a haircut and she had her business suit and skirt cleaned and pressed and she had managed to focus enough to do her makeup. As long as she didn’t lose control, she was looking quite sharp. Good. Maybe she stood a chance.
The building was quite impressive. It was large and suggested old money and plenty of new too. The voices were busy telling her that it was probably all just a mean prank. Maybe one of her “friends” had forwarded her information to some social media asshole. She was going to go in there, and they would all be surprised to see her. Or they would go through with the whole interview, and then, they would laugh at her and humiliate her.
That was probably going to happen anyway. She stared at her reflection in the marble of the entrance and said to the strange, shifting person in the stone:
“You’re really trying to make me feel worse? I am at rock-bottom.”
“Oh, there’s still room below.”
“I doubt that.”
The receptionist smiled at her:
“Ms. Baker? Mr. Chetwick will see you now.”
“Oh. Okay. Thank you. Thank you …”
Fighting the assault of her thoughts, she walked to the elevator that had just opened. She just hoped for the best.

A moment later, having carefully looked away from the mirrors in the car, she emerged again. She was welcomed by another similar young woman in a cute pantsuit.
“Follow me, please.”
Then she was guided into a large office overlooking the city. Suddenly, all the noise died down. The floor was made of parquet, the walls were covered in book cases and paintings, and there was both a large desk made of heavy wood and a pair of comfortable-looking chairs by a small table.
The sheer luxury of the whole place even managed to shut up her torturers for a moment. She stood there, transfixed by the place. Suddenly, she felt very much small and poorly dressed. Then her mind snapped back to the situation at hand. A tall, fit man in a bespoke suit, his hair and beard perfectly groomed, smiled at her.
The voices immediately acted up.
“You’re out of place here. Oh, you’re so far out of your league. You’re going to mess this up, and then, you’re going to end up in the gutter. And we’re going to cheer for you as you destroy the last bits of your shitty existence. Come on. Say something stupid! Say something insulting! He deserves it! He’s got so much money! Just say something rude! Take off your clothes! Scream at him! Hit him! Hit yourself! Accuse him of assaulting you! He is assaulting you! Look at his eyes! Look at him! He’s going to hurt you! Better hurt him first!”
The assault came so intensely that she started to shiver. The man just smiled benignly and made an offering gesture towards the chairs.
“Have a seat, please.”
“I …” She groaned, and clenched her fists until her knuckles turned white. “I … I’m …”
“Please. Don’t worry. Everything will be alright.”
He stepped over to the chair he had chosen for her and made a welcoming sign. Reluctantly, her muscles twitching from the effort of pushing away the hissing, screaming and rambling in her head, she sat down. The moment she sank into the soft leather, she felt a sudden relief, but just as she hoped that it would get better this way, she realized that the voices had just switched to some small, manipulative tone:
“He’s here to hurt you, you know? This is a trick. A trick to let down your guard. You’re stupid to let him have his way. Yes … You’re weak, and you’re vulnerable, and he’s going to make you suffer for it. Kill yourself. Kill yourself now … This is your only escape …”
She shook her head to clear it. The man smiled.
“My name is Taran Chetwick, Ms. Baker. My parents liked the classics, yes.”
She drew a blank. Probably some reference she didn’t get.
“Good. Thank you for having me here.”
“Ms. Baker, you have come to my attention through a mutual acquaintance.”
The voices whispered:
“He’s lying. This is bullshit. What mutual acquaintance? There’s no one you know that’s even close to a billionaire or whatever he is … Or maybe it’s just a prank? A cruel trick? A TV show? Yes! It’s a show. Better give them something for their money, then! Hurt yourself! That’ll teach them! Suffer for success! Fifteen minutes of fame! Kill yourself!”
She focused as good as she could:
“Alright. What can I do for you? What kind of assistance are you looking for?”
He chuckled:
“Ah, yes. Actually, the issue is a tad more … complex.”
“There you have it! It’s a trap! It’s a trick! This isn’t real! You’re going to be humiliated! They’re all going to laugh!”
“The thing is, I have purchased all your debt, including the credit card companies’ and the government’s. It’s all taken care of.”
She stared at him.
“Seriously? But why?”
He smiled:
“I am looking for a wife.”
“Wait, what?”
“I am aware of your medical condition. I will pay for the treatment. As a good husband should.”
“But … why me?”
“There are several reasons, but one of them is your … flexible … relationship with reality.”
“What?”
The voices grew in intensity now. Madeleine could see confusing shapes grow in the shadows of the room. Was it that late already? Were those people? Their movements weren’t human …
“Go! Run! This is a madman. You’re crazy, but this guy is insane! Why would anybody want to hang out with you? Why would he marry you? This is a trap! He’s going to rape you! He’s going to kill you! He’s going to eat you! Kill him! Save yourself! You have to do it! Do it now! Now!”
The strange shadow-beings started wallowing out of their hiding places. She shivered.
The man smiled:
“Don’t worry. I am fully aware that we haven’t known each other, and that getting married like this might be a tad … surprising, but it is a way of formalizing this relationship and to help you take control of your life again. Also, you will find me generous and the prenuptial agreement to be very much in your favor. What do you say?”
Madeleine was still unable to process what was just happening. This was ridiculous? How could anybody even agree with that. Then she thought about it. Getting treatment would help her. Being out of her debt too. Sure, it sounded exploitative and crazy, but … what were her options? It wasn’t as if there was any chance of her improving her situation now. Maybe she should just agree for now, and … whatever came later? That was for the future to sort out.
“Alright. I’m in.”
“Very well.”
He reached over for a leather folder.
“Here’s the paperwork. My lawyers insist on the whole shebang, though I prefer to do my business by handshake. Or in that case, by exchanging rings. But this is the world we live in, right?”
She smiled nervously and took the folder. She opened it, and found pages upon pages of legalese.
“Uh … What does it mean?”
“I don’t have the faintest idea. What it is meant to mean is that signing this means I pay all your debts, marry you, agree to pay for all treatments and therapies to help you with your condition, and should you, at any point, wish to end our marriage, you will receive the sum indicated on page 12. At least, that’s what I told the legal people to put in there. I hope you trust me, because I trust them.”
The strange shapes were approaching now, crawling to the legs of her chair and slowly emerging from the edge of her vision.
“Kill him … Kill him now!”
She shivered. Then she just grabbed the offered pen and signed it. The man smiled and nodded.
“Very well.”
He signed it too and then handed her a copy.
“There you are. Now that the paperwork is done, I …”
She got up.
“I … Thank you … but … I … I have the job now, and I … I … I will go now. I’ll be … I’ll …”
“Yes, yes, but please, follow me first. Come along. After all, this is now your place as much as mine.”
“It is?”
“Obviously. We are husband and wife now.”
“Yes …” She was deeply unsure of what that meant.
He opened a door to the side and said:
“Please, take a seat. It’s a final precaution.”
She climbed on the chair, overwhelmed by the whole terrifying situation. Was she just imagining this? Was this all a hallucination? Where was she?
She looked around erratically. A woman in a white coat approached her with a smile. Behind her, a large creature emerged from the shadows. It was tall, grey and broadly built, its edges blurring as it moved. It had a face, a mouth, a nose, but no eyes. The being came closer, its body swelling and shifting as it moved. It wasn’t walking as much as rolling towards her in a strange, lurching way. There were slits in its skin that shifted, opened and closed, folding and unfolding.
Madeleine wanted to scream, but then, something stung her. She felt hands holding her down against the chair and a soothing voice filled her mind as the words of her tormentors died down and shifted.
Then she lost consciousness.

[El_Roy_1999]

A story for the lovers of women becoming younger, taller and stronger, while figuring out what to do with their new life.

Inheritance Denied
Mercedes Maxwell is an ancient but very wealthy woman. Ron is a handsome young man who is spending time with her, expecting to inherit her fortune and sell it to the highest bidder. Thankfully, the old woman’s protégé won’t let it come to that. This work of erotic fiction contains female muscle growth (FMG), breast expansion, height growth and age regression. All characters are over 18 years old.

Get it here:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1470721

And a preview:

The big man was lying on the bench and was pumping out his reps. He wasn’t really challenging himself, it was more of a moderate workout to feel good. He was a very fit man in his fifties, and as far as he was concerned, Ron didn’t have anything left to prove. After all, he was the heir apparent of Maxwell Industries, the worldwide biotech empire set up by the century-old Mercedes Maxwell. The old woman was still around, though mostly bedridden now. He still spent his time with her, eating meals by her side and making some idle conversation, but to be perfectly honest, he just waited for her to finally pass away. He had waited long enough now.
Ron had worked himself into her life thirty years ago, expecting to come into her money quickly, and then, the old woman had just not died. As he found out, her company’s products actually worked, and Mercedes kept her vitality for a surprisingly long time. They even played some tennis at first, albeit not on a competitive level, of course. As her advancing age took its toll, Mercedes grew weaker, though, and Ron started enjoying himself. If he couldn’t have her cash, he could at least spend it!
Thus, he had had thirty very nice year of lazing about and blowing her money on simple pleasures. Of course, he had to stay loyal and faithful to her. He managed.
He finished his set.
“Oof.”
Ron sat up, scratched his muscular chest and looked at himself in the mirror. He still had it. As soon as he had his inheritance, he would get himself some nice fitness models, and they would suck him dry. Yeah. He posed, amusing himself with his reflection. He might not be good at all this science or business stuff, but he was certainly blessed with amazingly good looks.
Just then, his phone rang. He got up and picked up the call.
“Ronald Peel …”
The voice on the other side sounded, for lack of a better word, dry.
“Mister Peel? This is Saxonwood Investment. Mister Lindsay speaking.”
“Cool! Hi. So, did you think about my offer?”
“Of course, Mister Peel. It is very appealing. We are very much interested in acquiring a controlling interest in Maxwell Industries as soon as possible.”
“So you’ll give me the money I asked for?”
“That is correct, Mister Peel. Consider it as an advance on the ultimate purchasing price. It will be transferred to your account on the Cayman Islands as discussed. And once the company comes into your possession, we will send you the remainder.”
“Yes! Awesome. Thank you very much.”
“It really isn’t much of an affair, Mister Peel. We are just glad to do business with you.”
“And I too!”
“Very well. Mister Peel, we will keep in touch and reach out to you once the event arrives.”
“Yes. The event. Until then. Good bye.”
“Good bye, Mister Peel.”
Ron hung up and grinned. Fuck yeah! This was amazing. He had just provided himself with a couple of million as spending money, and he didn’t even have the company yet. This was so cool! And the best part was that he had also talked to those other investors, and they would agree to the same thing! He was going to get a lot of cash even now, and he loved it!

Outside of the gym, a young woman was trying to hide her anger and shock. Johanna Kronnis had listened to the whole conversation by mistake. She had actually wanted to talk to Ron because she wanted to take Mercedes on a “stroll” in the mansion’s park with the wheelchair, and asked whether he wanted to come along, but now that she heard this, she was quite certain she didn’t want him to join.
He was going to betray Mercedes and her wishes. No. He already did.
She had to tell Mercedes. The old woman would understand and get rid of this horrible man!
As she strode through the corridors of the ancient mansion, filled with fancy antiques and artwork, Johanna felt her heart beat up to her neck. In a way, Mercedes was her second mother. She had taken her in after her success at the junior science competition. Johanna had far surpassed her peers with her analysis of genetic interaction profiles. It had been a weird situation. Johanna’s father had abandoned her mother early, and her mother had found herself unable to care for her, before dying soon after. Instead, she had grown up between her ailing grandmother’s home, the foster care system and juvenile prison. To put it very simple, her skills at chemistry had found her some less than legal supporters. Those people had her train a bunch of assistants at a young age, and then, she had asked them to allow her to leave this world behind and get a legitimate life.
The boss had eventually agreed and she had enrolled school again, this time excelling and gaining the attention of Mrs. Maxwell, who sponsored the school’s competition. After the resounding success of her project, she quickly started to work for Maxwell Industries, but Mercedes kept her close, impressed by the slim, weak young woman’s skill and understanding.
Over time, they had formed a kind of friendship and Johanna did her best to support the ancient woman. Now, she had to tell her!

Johanna entered the airy bedroom after knocking. Mrs. Maxwell lay in her bed, a high-tech contraption meant to maintain her failing health as good as possible. The light was shining in through the large windows, and she had a nice view of the mansion’s gardens. The old woman was lying still, with only the machines quietly working to keep her alive. Johanna walked up to her and sat down at her bedside:
“Mrs. Maxwell?”
The ancient woman groaned then turned to her, smiling. Her face was covered in deep lines and furrows, and the few last strands of hair were covered by a kind of bonnet to keep her warm. She smiled slowly, all the wrinkles in her face rearranging themselves.
“Yes, Johanna? What is it? How did the experiment on strand reactivation go?”
Johanna was impressed. Despite the woman’s collapsing body, her mind was as sharp as ever! She could probably even remember what kind of socks Johanna had worn the day before, while the young woman could barely be certain which ones she wore now.
“It went well. The effect is significant.”
“Wonderful.” The old woman closed her eyes for a moment. “You are amazing, you know that? I couldn’t have thought of this structural concept. I really am glad to have you, you know?”
“It’s an honor for me, Mrs. Maxwell.”
“Yes, yes, stop with the hero worship. Tell me about the current projects.”
“I will, Mrs. Maxwell, but there is something you have to know first …”
Just as she wanted to spill the beans on what she had heard, Ron came in.
In a moment, he completely absorbed Mercedes’ attention with his flirting and his conversation. Somehow, Johanna was sidelined, but she could tell that Mercedes would have liked to continue their talk. Still, the moment had passed. They would continue the next day.

It took a few days for Johanna to find the time to visit Mrs. Maxwell again. She had been completely absorbed in her work, and there was just so much to do!
By the time she finally managed to get to the mansion, Johanna was distraught. The ancient woman had fallen sick, her frail, thin body wracked by hard coughs. The doctors were not optimistic. At all. It was clear that she would die. As they said, it was amazing that she had managed to reach such a high age, and it was probably for the best to let go now.
Johanna asked for them to leave her alone with her mentor for a moment. The doctors complied. Ron was there too, and he only left reluctantly. Johanna dropped on her knees next to her:
“Mrs. Maxwell, I am so sorry!”
The old woman smiled at her:
“Why should you be? It is to be expected. I have lived long enough. There has to be an end to all things, you know?”
“But … it’s … Mrs. Maxwell, I need to … I have worked on something over the last years, something to return the enormous favor you did me.”
“That is very well, Johanna. I am proud of you.”
“That’s not what I mean. It will make you strong again.”
The old woman coughed. She held out a tiny hand:
“It’s not the moment for false hopes.”
“Mrs. Maxwell, it will work. Allow me?”
“Whatever you want, my dear. I have reached the end of the line, so …”
The young woman took out a simple syringe and injected it into the ancient woman’s thigh. Mrs. Maxwell groaned and asked:
“And what will it do?”
“I told you. It will make you strong again!”
“Ah …”
She leaned back and closed her eyes. In a way, the old woman had expected to die now. However, after a few moments, she did feel a little better. Her breath became more regular and although she kept coughing, she felt calm.
“I … Johanna, it is working.”
The young woman felt all happy upon hearing this.
“Wonderful! I am so glad!”
“That is going to annoy those pesky doctors to no end.” She chuckled. “I love their faces when they find out they were wrong.”
She grinned.
“Maybe I’m not yet going to go …”

Ron was a tad surprised when the movers arrived to bring Mrs. Maxwell’s things to the penthouse on top of the company headquarters. He wasn’t too unhappy about it. He could still visit her once a week, but it meant he could … invite some guests. Still, he found it odd. Wouldn’t it be better for the old woman to be in the comfort of her home?
When he asked her, Mrs. Maxwell replied:
“Oh, Ron, it is so nice of you to worry about me, but it really is no problem at all. I just think that it will be easier for me while I get the treatment.”
“What treatment?”
“Oh, just some little thing to make things easier for me. Johanna has come up with something, and it will help, I guess.”
“Okay … Just make sure it is safe, will you? In your state, you shouldn’t take any chances.”
“Aw … Ron, you’re so cute when you’re worried about me, really. Just remember that I am very old and that I will die soon anyway. There’s not much I can lose, can I?”
“Don’t say that, Mercedes. You’ve still got plenty of life in you!”
“You know how I don’t like being lied to?”
“I know, but you like being charmed.”
“That is true, Ron, that is true.”
She caressed his arm.
“Don’t worry and enjoy the mansion. Just … don’t make a mess, okay?”
“Of course, Mercedes.”
He kissed her.

The nurse rolled Mrs. Maxwell’s bed through the penthouse. Mercedes watched attentively as the janitors were busy setting the place up and getting everything ready. It was a strange situation. She had last used this apartment twenty years ago, and it had been emptied out at some point. Now, it was coming back to life. The caretakers were setting up the furniture and the lights were coming back on. A group of plumbers were reworking the bathroom and the swimming pool. This was all at the technical level of the late eighties, and definitely needed a good sprucing up.
The building manager had suggested that Mrs. Maxwell should wait until everything was ready and only move in then, but somehow, Johanna’s treatment had given her a push of energy, and she now felt that it was necessary to get her life into gear.
It was a strange sensation. The drug she was administering was improving her situation quickly. Somehow, she was regaining control of her body. It had started with a simple sensation of being able to hold in her body waste and to release it when she wanted. That had been a tremendous improvement after twenty years of problems.
Then, she had noticed that her breathing had improved. She no longer needed the extra oxygen for her nights, just sleeping quietly and without any stress. Removing all the strange apparatus that had surrounded her bed and just having a quiet, dark room for herself was incredible!
Next, she noticed those strange aspects of her recovery. Her hair regained its fullness slowly. Her toe and fingernails hardened again. The pain in her joints retreated. She could swallow easily again. She was starting to gain weight again, her appetite returning.
It was wonderful!
She hadn’t felt this alive in years, no, in decades!
Then came the painful moment when her jaw implants started to hurt. A dentist was rushed in immediately. The surprised man discovered that her bones were strengthening, and they were forcing out the steel screws that held her fake teeth in.
In a very quick and very intense operation, those implants were removed. To Mercedes’ surprise, her gums healed very quickly. In just a week, they were back, and then she realized that her teeth were growing back. It was amazing!
Johanna observed the whole process carefully, taking her mentor’s vitals several times a day and monitoring her recovery. She was impressed with the quickness of the recuperation. Every day, Mercedes announced a new discovery.
The doctors were quite surprised with their patient recovering her sense of taste and her hearing. Mercedes had to take out her hearing aid because it was causing her headaches from being too loud, and then, one day, she just forgot to put it back in. She was walking around the apartment slowly with an aide, moving on her own two legs for the first time in a decade, and she loved it.
As Johanna was recording her heart rate in her laptop, the ancient woman said:
“I have to say, my dear, this is incredible. Your invention is a true miracle!”
“It’s really just science, Mrs. Maxwell. It did involve a lot of trial and error, and I am very happy that it did work. It’s survivor’s bias, mostly.”
“I don’t mind. I just wanted to thank you with all my heart. The drug has made my life worth living again!”
It was strange. The treatment had even returned the firmness to Mrs. Maxwell’s voice. She could talk again easily, with each word coming out loud and clear. The regrowing teeth sometimes made things a little complicated, but overall, she was much better.
“I am glad it did. It’s my way of saying thank you.”
“Bah. You’ve been the daughter I always would have wanted!”
Johanna blushed. Then she said:
“Alright. As far as I can tell, your body has recovered quite nicely. It’s not really a matter of reversing your ageing, but it does do something similar. If you feel like it, we could start you with some physiotherapy and hopefully get you to completely recover your mobility.”
The old woman smiled, the hundreds of little lines dancing across her face.
“That would be wonderful. I adore those little walks with Joaquin, but I would enjoy it even more if I could do without that pesky walker.”
“Very well. I’ll hire an assistant for you, then.”
“Please do, my dear.”
The old woman grinned a semi-toothy grin. It was incredible! She had a new lease on life and she was bursting with hope!

“Johanna, you should join us! It’s great fun!”
The ancient woman was sitting on the mat next to her therapist and was carefully stretching her slim legs. Her mobility was returning quickly. After just two months of training, she was able to take care of most of her things on her own. For example, she was able to shower after training, and she could ride a horse again. This gain in freedom had really motivated her.
Johanna was standing close-by with the laptop ready. She recorded Mrs. Maxwell’s data every day now, her activities, her limits, everything.
“Mrs. Maxwell, I’m not sure …”
“Bah! It’s a good thing for you. You’re always sitting at your computer and working in the lab all day and all night! That’s not very healthy, and it’s bad for your posture. How are you ever going to find a man like that?”
The young woman was a little taken aback by this strange way of putting it. Sure, she was in a bad shape, long hours, bad diet, but … that was not the reason for her being single! Besides, this really wasn’t the old woman’s business, was it?
“Ma’am, I …”
The old woman patted the mat next to her:
“Come on, join us!”
“I don’t even have appropriate clothes …”
“Stop stalling. I will get you nice clothes tomorrow, but now, you have to come here!”
“Okay, okay …” She reluctantly complied and took off her blazer. Then she got on the mat. The therapist smiled and started guiding her through the exercises. To put it very simply, Johanna didn’t break much of a sweat. It would have been a little ridiculous, after all, those moves were appropriate for a hundred-year-old. She did notice, though, that she lacked a lot of flexibility. The therapist sighed and explained:
“It’s pretty normal, even for young people like you.”
“I’m forty-one years old.”
“Yes, but I usually work with people twice your age. Anyway, this stiffness is very common. But if you join us every day, I’m sure you will regain it quickly.”
Johanna hesitated. Every day? She had never liked any form of exercise, and she wasn’t going to start doing this now, would she?
“I’m not sure I should …”
Mercedes shook her head:
“You definitely should. I insist!”
“I’ll see what I can do …”

From that day on, Johanna did indeed participate in those training sessions. She liked the outfits Mercedes picked for her, which were invariably covering enough to help with her insecurities, while also very comfortable. At the same time, Mercedes’ style gravitated more and more towards the, well, skimpier look. Her outfits were invariably tight and the longer she trained and used the treatment, the shorter and more revealing they got. This didn’t mean that she was working out in a sports bra and booty shorts, but as her body got shapelier and more muscular, she liked to dress a bit more on the sexy side of things.
For Johanna, this was both confusing and satisfying. Confusing, because she hadn’t thought that Mercedes would ever go that way. Sure, she was a confident and tough woman, but for as long as Johanna could remember, she had been, well, old, and tended to dress in an old-fashioned, though stylish way.
To see her in this modern, sporty look … It was quite unexpected. It was satisfying, though. The longer the treatment was applied, the fitter and younger she got. It was clear that the drug was working perfectly!
A month into their common training, Mercedes looked like a rather fit, healthy eighty-year-old. She moved with perfect ease, though she was still careful not to overdo it. Her body was filling out nicely now, with her gently developing muscles supporting her posture. Gone were the days of walking bent over. Instead, she walked easily, with a little spring in her step, the pain and stiffness gone.
Reluctantly, Johanna had to admit that Mercedes’ idea worked. She had kept up the training, of course. Her mentor wasn’t someone to be contradicted. At first, she hadn’t taken it seriously, and Mercedes had made her pay! It had been one of these terrifying moments: The instructor had just directed her into a yoga pose and she had struggled to do it. Johanna was vaguely aware that she should be able to do that by now, but she hadn’t made the necessary efforts.
Mercedes was next to her, now somehow easily contorting her ancient body in the proper way. Just as Johanna produced a frustrated groan, the old woman got up, and grabbed her leg, pushing it in the right position.
Her ancient fingers gripped her and forced her to move.
“Oh God! Ow!”
Johanna had tried to escape her, but Mercedes wouldn’t have it. Somehow, the old woman had this brutal, intense strength, and she just brought Johanna’s chubby leg to the necessary angle. Johanna wanted to get away from her, but the position she was in made that impossible. Mercedes spoke low and firm:
“Here … and now … hold it …”
“But …”
“Quiet, Johanna. Focus.”
“I … It … But …”
“Shhh …”
She was trapped in the old woman’s hold. The instructor watched the scene with a certain amusement. It was baffling, in a way. After all, Johanna should have easily been able to free herself. Mercedes was more than twice her age and lighter than her. And yet, the young woman was unable to get out of her predicament. Then, slowly, she acquiesced. Mercedes was pushing just enough to make this work.
“Trust me …”
“O-okay …”
Mercedes kept directing her position and then released her.
“There. Hold it …”
Johanna did. At last, the instructor gave her a sign to release. The young woman groaned.
“That was … intense.”
Mercedes smiled. Her aged face seemed to glow.
“Don’t worry. If you apply yourself, it will become easier. Don’t just rely on your single talent. You’re an amazing scientist, but that doesn’t mean you should be only that.”
Johanna dropped on the mattress, just lying down for a bit.
“I … You’re probably right.”
“I am. If you want to keep up with me, you’ll have to practice. Understood?”
Johanna had nodded. The old woman had smiled and returned to her exercises. For the young one, it was clear that she had to push herself. Mercedes was getting way ahead of her …

Ron was busy checking the place one more time. He was a bit nervous. After all, Mercedes had announced her return to the mansion after five months of absence. She had received this new treatment, probably some ridiculous cosmetic procedure that would make a hundred-year-old hag look like a crispy eighty-year-old. He sighed. She was nice and everything, but Ron had had other company lately, to put it simple, and he had gotten quite used to hanging out with young, beautiful women that loved to fuck him.
Once Mercedes was dead, he would weep for her, of course, but he would also finally enjoy his inheritance. And then, it would be one long, amazing party!
The thought of this made him hard again. The girls he had over yesterday had been very eager, and fucking them had been a pleasure. It was just great!
Having Mercedes come back … Well, it was a bit of a cock-block. Bah. It wouldn’t be long now, probably, and as long as he kept up appearances and didn’t insult her, he could be certain to finally make it.
He rubbed his hands. Okay. So far, so good. He had removed any last remains of his five-month “vacation”. He quickly got dressed and waited for Mercedes to arrive. Then he nonchalantly sat on the couch.
Eventually, the car arrived outside and he got up to welcome her. He expected her to ride up on the elevator from the garage in her wheelchair, but instead, he saw her skip up the stairs to the main door. He stared at her.
It was Mercedes, that was clear, but she had changed. Improved. Her hair was still white, but it was strong and fluffy now. The lines on her face had receded, and her skin had a certain glow to it. Her lips had become a bit fuller, and her chin had regained its sharpness, just as her neck. She was wearing a nice, elegant purple dress held by a gold and black belt. Also, her body was quite muscular now for a woman her age. She wasn’t just fit. She was looking buff.
Ron stared at this apparition, surprised by, well, everything … He stood there speechless as Mercedes looked at him, a kind of amusement on her rejuvenated face.
“Ron, are you there?”
“Uh … Mercedes? Is that you?”
“Of course, silly boy. Who else would it be?”
“I … I almost didn’t recognize you … You look incredible!”
“I feel incredible too, young man!”
She smiled, her pearly-white teeth flashing. He kept staring at her. It was so bizarre and unexpected, he really didn’t know how to deal with this.
“But … how did that happen? I mean …”
Instead of an answer, Mercedes took his hand and led him to the bedroom in big, confident strides. She pushed open the door, then kissed him again. She embraced him, setting her now wiry, toned arms on his shoulders. He was still amazed by her transformation, quite incapable of understanding what was going on. His infirm, weak, ancient partner had transformed in a strong, confident senior citizen.
She kissed him once more, longer now, her strong tongue invading his mouth. He gasped.
“Mercedes …”
“I missed this, you know? I want you to touch me. Don’t worry, you won’t break a thing …”
He complied, though still wary. The last thing he wanted to do was to hurt her. He set his hands on her back and carefully caressed her. She looked him deep in the eyes:
“Don’t … Make me feel your strength!”
Ron groaned as she pressed him tighter against herself. She could feel her breasts, which had regained some of their fullness, squish against his broad chest. She liked that …
But what she liked more was the idea of being as buff as him. Mercedes dismissed the thought. That was idiotic. Wasn’t it?
She licked his ear and nibbled at his lobe. He was shocked by her sudden intensity, but she slowly, but firmly directed him to the bed.
All of a sudden, he landed on the mattress, and she was upon him.
She hiked up her dress, revealing that she wasn’t wearing any panties. She slowly undid his fly, then had him wiggle out of his pants. Then, she pulled out his cock and gave it a good, strong rub.
Ron moaned.
“Ooh … Mercedes … Please … How is this happening?”
His hands went to her firm butt instinctively. It was small and the women he had been with had been more taut, but in its own small way, her ass was tight and he was getting seriously hot.
This had never happened before. It had been an open secret that he had used a drug to get hard on the few occasions they actually tried to have sex. Mercedes had tolerated it. Now, it was unnecessary. She grinned:
“Now this is a nice change …”
“It really is nice …”
With these words, she continued stroking him until he was hard enough and then mounted him without hesitation. Ron was a bit overwhelmed by her initiative. The old woman seemed to have zero qualms about what she was doing and just sighed as she sank herself on his cock. Then, as she found a comfortable position, Ron felt a strange, unexpected grip around his cock. He stared at her and she just smirked, amusing herself as she kept squeezing his cock with her vaginal muscles. It was such a strange sensation … He had had plenty of sex with various women during her stay at the penthouse, of course, and he had never passed an opportunity before, but this … this was different.
The younger women had acted all freaky and did their best to please him, after all, he was on the verge of being very rich and quite pleasing and charming in his way.
Mercedes didn’t do that at all.
Instead, she rode him with calm control, enjoying his hardness, and squeezing him deeply to bring herself pleasure. Ron groaned as she massaged his cock, then rubbing her clitoris with her free hand. He groaned, but she didn’t care one bit. Instead, she leaned back a bit and let his cock rub against the sensitive parts of her pussy. She took another deep breath and it was clear that she just came. Then she came again. He could feel her pussy clench him as she brought herself higher and higher. And still, she wouldn’t let him cum.
She bent forward again, her full tresses flowing around her aged face. She grinned, her pearly-white teeth flashing.
“Oooh … this is nice, Ron … Very nice.”
And then, she began riding him hard. He tried to control her with his hands on her hips, but she paid him no mind. Instead, she slammed herself on his cock, breaking out in quick, brutal grunts. Ron tried to follow up, but after mere moments, she sighed.
She slowed down, enjoying the sensation, rubbing carefully along his length. He moaned, trying to enjoy it, but then, she slowly detached herself from him and got up.
“I’ll just get cleaned up …”
“But … I didn’t …”
“Yes, yes …”
And she was gone.
Ron was lying on the bed, more than a bit confused by what had just happened.

[El_Roy_1999]

Another one of the nice stories, with people just getting better at being themselves.

My Best Friend Ashley
Back when Kevin and Ashley were teens, they tried to sort of hook up. Did it work? Not really. Thankfully, they both went their way into the world. They stay in contact, and Kevin is surprised to see Ashley change and figure out who to be. This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth, height growth, futa, and body modification. All characters are at least 18 years old.

It’s available here:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1453156

„Kevin, Ashley is here!“
„I’m coming … Sorry!“
Kevin tumbled down the stairs, his fingers brushing through his hair. He grinned:
“Sorry …”
His mother shrugged and said:
“I’ll fix you both a snack, okay?”
“Thanks, Mom!”
Ashley chimed in as she pulled off her big black goth boots.
“Thank you, Mrs. Langdon.”
“Don’t mention it, kids. With you all leaving now, I want you to feel comfortable.”
Ashley sighed:
“That’s amazing, Mrs. Langdon.”
“No worries, Ashley. I’ll be right up.”
The two teens walked up the stairs. Kevin let Ashley go first. He really tried to be the gentlemen he ought to be. As they reached the upper landing, she whispered:
“Kev, your mom is amazing! I wish mine was as nice as yours.”
“Still having trouble? Even now?”
“Yeah, what do you expect? It’s literally the reason why I’m leaving.”
“That’s hard.”
“I know, right? I mean, I don’t get why my mom and my dad keep being shitty to me! It’s not like I chose this …”
They exchanged knowing glances. Kevin opened the door of his room. It was a nice and comfortable place, with a sofa, a bed and a desk. The walls were covered with movie posters and other nerd stuff. The big space marine always made Ashley wonder whether Kevin wasn’t secretly gay, but he had never shown any signs of this.
It certainly wasn’t any kind of personal goal. Kevin was as shrimpy as could be. He had slim shoulders, a thin, drawn-out body and a prominent Adam’s apple. His hair growth was few and far between and he hadn’t yet shaved once. Still, she liked him a lot. He could really get her. Ashley was just as unattractive as him, and they had formed a kind of unofficial outcast loner duo at school. The other kids were actually completely disinterested in them, not even bothering to bully them. There had been an attempt once, but it had been so deeply dissatisfying to the bully that he had stopped again. Norman had just pushed Kevin to take his lunch money, and the poor boy had just fallen clumsily and broken his leg. He hadn’t even cried. He had just said:
“Ow. I think I broke something.”
The bully had decided that this wasn’t what he wanted and left. Ashley found him as he tried to crawl to the infirmary and helped him get there. From this point on, they were fast friends.
The other girls shunned Ashley intensely. She was pale, plump and shapeless, never developing any breasts and being somehow perpetually greasy. Her hair stuck to her head like a mop and every attempt at fixing her look ended in disaster. As a result, she just always wore big shapeless black t-shirts and leggings.
Happily, hanging out with Kevin was wonderful. He was a dork and a nerd, he shared some of her passions and fandoms, and he was eager to just listen to her explain hour after hour of lore of her current thing. In the same way, he would tell her of his own ideas and fantasies, and they would produce a now quite cringy piece of fan fiction with their own attached expanded universe. Their OCs would be involved in some rather stupid and later quite sexual adventures and the whole thing would always almost escalate.
Then, just in time, things would fall apart.
Tonight, though, Ashley had enough. She wanted to finally do it and to be with Kevin. For real!
She dropped on the couch and patted the pillow at her side:
“Come here!”
Kevin closed the door and climbed on too, leaning against her.
“Wanna know which movie I picked for tonight?”
“Sure! How weird is it?”
“Plenty weird. ‘Lord of Radiance’! It’s an Italian mega-shlockfest and it has it all: Space amazons, starship battles, weird lore, you want it, it’s got it!”
“Okay, that sounds totally stupid and great!”
“Just let me fetch it …”
He took out his phone and fumbled about to find the files. Ashley leaned in on him all innocently and put her arm around it. He hesitated for a moment, then looked her in the eyes.
“Wow …”
“Yes …”
“For real?”
“For totally real. I wanted to do this after the prom, but …”
“I was afraid.”
“I get that. Me too. I’m just sad we didn’t do it then …”
“Now, though, I’m less afraid.”
“That’s good.”
She came very close now.
The soft knock on the door cut them off. Ashley grinned, rolling her eyes. Before Kevin could get up, she said:
“I’ll get it.”
She stood up and opened the door. Kevin’s mom handed her a bowl of popcorn, and a tray with a pitcher of self-made lemonade, as well as some crunchy vegetable sticks. She smiled with a slight hint of conspiracy.
“Have fun …”
“Thank you, Mrs. Langdon!”
His mother gave her a grin and disappeared. She carried the bowl and the tray to the sofa:
“Man, your mom is so awesome! I mean, I don’t know about the healthy stuff, but … wow!”
“She’s always trying to get me to eat that stuff. It’s not bad or anything, but … I feel as if I’ll stay weak and thin forever.”
“I don’t mind! I like you just the way you are!”
“You do? Wouldn’t you rather have a big, hunky dude?”
Ashley snorted:
“What ever gave you the idea that I would want a hunky dude? I’ve been hanging out with you since we were kids. Did I ever say anything like that?”
“Uh … no? I just thought that most girls …”
“Kevin, you know me. You know me for real. Do you think I am in any way like most girls?”
He blushed and chuckled.
“Yeah. Okay, point granted. That’s literally how you are not.”
“Exactly.”
He decided to change the subject for now:
“Movie?”
“Movie.”
He leaned back, took a stick of carrot and bit on it.
“Lord of Radiance!”

The movie ended, the snacks were eaten, and the lemonade was gone. The teens sat on the couch and sighed. At last, Kevin said:
“Okay, that was fun. I didn’t expect …”
She kissed him. He was surprised for a moment, but then, he kissed her back. In a moment, they were all over each other, kissing, caressing, groping each other, fondling and fooling around …
Kevin pulled away for a moment and said:
“Wait, I gotta lock the door …”
“Okay …”
“Get on the bed …”
“Yeah …”
Ashley climbed on the mattress, then Kevin turned off the light. She laughed:
“Nervous?”
“Kinda? But could you turn on the light on the nightstand?”
“Sure …” There was a bumping sound. “Ow.”
“You alright?”
“Yes, yes.” She fumbled with the switch and there was a low light now. He climbed on the bed too and she pulled him close and took his shirt off, exposing his thin chest with its protruding ribs.
She ran a meaty hand down and said:
“I love how tiny you are …”
He blushed horribly, then said:
“Well, if you want tiny …”
And pulled down his pants. The moment he realized what he had just said, he wanted to cover his eyes, but she didn’t mind. Instead, she helped him get off his underwear, revealing his small ballsack and his slim, short dick. It really was rather tiny. She gave it a rub and it instantly rose. She grinned:
“Okay, it’s not much of a shower, and not a grower either, but I like how enthusiastic it is!”
He chuckled nervously. His cock managed to reach all of three inches and was about as thick as a thumb.
She pulled off her own shirt, revealing her pointless bra. It barely had cups. The naked young man in front of her reached around her barrel-shaped upper body and tried to undo the clasps. After a fair bit of fumbling, he got it open. It dropped, exposing her nipples. There really wasn’t much more than that.
She grinned and twisted a bit against his hands. Then she said:
“I know it isn’t much …”
“I like them …”
He gave her nipples a bit of a squeeze, then she leaned back and said:
“Get the leggings off, will you?”
“Sure.”
He pulled on them and took her underwear with them.
“Oops …”
“Don’t worry. The panties were going to get off anyway, right?”
“Sure …”
He smiled. It was still a bit of an odd sight, and he hadn’t seen her crotch in a long time, but there it was. Ashley was intersexed, and she had a small penis and an equally tiny ballsack hanging above her pussy. As he looked at her, her cock started to stir and hardened quickly.
“Wow …”
She grinned:
“I mean, is it really a surprised that I’m getting hard?”
“No, no … I’m just … nice …”
“Yeah …”
She gave her cock a rub. It was a bit bigger than Kevin. She hesitated:
“Is it okay with you?”
“Sure …”
“I just … it’s bigger than yours, you know?”
“Yeah, I don’t mind.”
“You do mind!”
“I don’t. It’s fine …”
“Oh, come on! The size really isn’t a problem! Mine isn’t that big either!”
“Ash, your cock is bigger than mine. And you’re a girl.”
“So what? You know what, just stick it in! I wanna lose my virginity to my best and cutest friend, and I’m not going to let your cock-panic stop me!”
“Uh …”
She lifted her ballsack up, exposing her pussy.
“Come on!”
She pulled him closer and kissed him.

A moment later, Kevin was on top of her, doing his best to keep up some kind of rhythm. His mind was pretty overwhelmed, and he was obviously stressed, nervous and confused. Also, there was a lot of fumbling and slipping in and out involved. Every time Ashley felt that he was getting into it, he would screw it up again and slip back out, lose his rhythm or just generally be weird. He would occasionally bump against her cock with his when he slipped out, or rub against it in a strange way that made her twitch.
After a few endless minutes, he started to growl and hiss and then, with a weird grumbling sound, he came. He grunted and came to rest on her tummy, looking exhausted.
Ashley wondered whether that was it. Was that what the whole hype was about?
Kevin breathed heavily:
“That was sooo good … Thank you …”
The chubby girl was a bit unsure of what to make of it. She had this sweaty dude lying on top of her, making sounds like an aging steam engine and feeling very satisfied. She really didn’t know how to put this …
“Uh, Kevin?”
“Yeah? Wow …”
She hugged him, trying to soften the blow.
“That was … kinda … you know … okay?”
“I loved it!”
“Yeah. Well, I guess it’s just me, but … uh …” She started to blush. It was just too awkward. She couldn’t just shoot him down like that, could she? He’d just be sad and disappointed. Alright, he really didn’t make her feel all that well, but … maybe … Fuck this!
“Since this is literally our last chance for a long time …”
“Yes?”
“Hey, I’m not trying to make this awkward, but …”
He gave her a very satisfied, surprisingly naïve look. The longer she thought about it, the harder her cock was getting.
“… could I do you too?”
Kevin was a little taken aback in the first moment.
“Err … You really want that?”
“I’d like to try?”
The young man was suddenly thrown back down to Earth.
“Um … Uh … Wow …”
“I think that’s a yes?”
“Hey … I didn’t …”
“We’ll just try it, and if it doesn’t work, we’ll stop, okay?”
“Okay …”
Kevin got a little nervous:
“Maybe use the lube from the nightstand?”
“Are you sure?”
“I never had anyone put anything in my butt. I just don’t want to get hurt.”
“Okay, that’s understandable.”
Ashley reached over to the nightstand and picked out the lube. Kevin was a bit surprised by this. He shrugged awkwardly:
“I sometimes use it when I masturbate.”
“You do?”
“I like it?”
“Okay. Okay. So … how does that work?”
“I have no idea, but I’m going to lube up my dick, and you’re going to get on all fours, okay?”
“Right …”
He reluctantly did as he was told and she got behind him. He heard the squelching of the tube, then some slopping noise as she spread the lube all over her penis.
“Okay, big boy, here it comes. Enjoy …”
Kevin was even more nervous now, but then, he felt Ashley’s lubed hands on his hips and her inching her cock into his butt.
“Mmmh … This is very tight …”
“Oooh …”
“Are you okay, Kevin?”
“It’s … odd …”
“Good odd or bad odd?”
“Kinda … let’s see where it leads odd?”
“Okay. Then I’m going in further.”
“Yeah.”
She gasped.
“Damn, this feels cool.”
“Yeah …” He looked down between his legs. “Ash, I’m getting hard.”
“That’s a good thing, right?”
“I guess? I … oooh …”
“Alright … I’m going to give it one more push …”
“Yesss … Ooooh … Why is this so … good …”
“Oof. Wow … Okay, Kev, I think I’m all in … You’re twitching?”
“I am? I mean, yeah … this is … mmh …”
“So you’re okay with this?”
“Yesss …”
“Okay. Okay! Wow … Wow … This is cool. I like this …”
She slowly started to gyrate her hips, slipping in and out of his butthole. Kevin’s penis twitched and his balls tightened. He had no idea why that worked, but he liked it … a lot …
Now Ashley was fucking his ass in long, controlled strokes, really enjoying his tightness around her penis. She went all slow. Anything else would be too exhausting to her. She looked down at Kevin’s slim back and thought that she liked the look. This was great!
She continued, but now, the horniness was getting really bad. She gasped:
“Kev, I think I’m going to cum …”
“Me toooo …”
This surprised her, but a moment later, he sprayed his bedsheets with his cum. Seriously. That was a lot of cum. Okay, it wasn’t that much, but it was still enough to make a mess. The sudden intensity was enough to trigger her too, and she grunted awkwardly as she shot her load into him.
“Oooh …”
“Gaaaah …”
“Oh Goood …”
“Blrg.”
Overwhelmed by the sensation, she rolled on him and Kevin broke down under her sudden weight. Ashley bumped her forehead against his skull and went “ow!” before falling to the side and landing next to him.

After a moment of rest, she said:
“That was cool … I loved it.”
He blushed:
“Me too. I didn’t expect it, but … yeah.”
“Yeah.”
They smiled at each other. Ashley added:
“Fuck, Kev, we’re such stupid freaks.”
“We kinda are, yes.”
“Fuck.”
“Fuck.”
She got up and went to the shower, while Kevin tried to clean out the cum from the sheets. As she came back, she slapped the boy’s butt:
“Okay, bathroom is free.”
“Ouch! Okay. Got it.”
He got up and washed up. When he returned, Ashley was lying in the bed, covered by a blanket. He slipped in with her and cuddled against her. They fooled around for a bit, then they got into talking, and before they knew it, it was very, very late.
Ashley whispered:
“Okay, I’m going to stay for the night.”
“Cool.”
“Just like your feet.”
“Hey!”
“It was a joke.”
“Just like your … uh … fuck. Okay, I missed that beat.”
“Don’t worry.” They lay in the darkness for a bit, then Ashley said: “I really enjoyed this. This is so nice. I’m really going to miss you.”
“Me too. I’m going to visit you, you know?”
“I’d be really happy. Don’t be a stranger.”
“Definitely not. You’re way too cool.”
They kissed awkwardly. Then, after a dozen more little exchanges, they finally fell asleep.
The next morning, Ashley left early, hugging him tightly. He waited a bit to release her, and as she left, Kevin’s mother gave her a little wink and added:
“It was nice to have you here, Ashley. I hope we’ll see you around on the holidays when Kevin is back.”
“Sure thing, Mrs. Langdon.”
“You too had a lot of fun yesterday. That is nice. A good thing to give this to Kevin.”
“Uh … Alright, Mrs. Langdon.”
She hugged him again, then she left, stopping to wave at him several times. A little later, Mrs. Langdon drove Kevin to the airport, while Ashley loaded up her own car. She just hoped that jalopy would carry her all the way to the big city. In a way, she already missed this town, but with Kevin gone, what did really hold her back?
She shrugged. Everything would be better than this. And maybe, she would see him again soon!

[El_Roy_1999]

This is a nice story about three people figuring out their lives after tragedy and complications.
Bigger muscles are obviously an important part of the solution!

A Contest Between Friends
Two young women nerds are into the same young nerd man. After a long separation and personal tragedy, they explore their relationship, and figure out that things will have to change. As they become more like what they want, their emotions evolve …

This work of erotic fiction contains female muscle growth (FMG), breast expansion and age progression. All characters are over 18 years old.

Get it here:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1441132

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Their favorite little gaming store was, well, not exactly crowded, but there were plenty of people here. The Dreaming City had been Dana and July’s hangout for almost two decades now, and they just felt welcome here. Jerry and Vera, the owners, knew that even if some teens just came here to just browse and never buy anything, they tended to become repeat customers over the years to come. As Jerry put it: “We’re playing the long game here …”, to which Vera would add that she’d been running a multi-generational D&D-campaign since the mid-eighties in the shop’s basement.

This was a place where people came to hang out, nerd and bitch, and forge lifelong friendships. This is what had happened to Dana and July. They were an unlikely couple in their way. Or, as Vera put it, they had their fandoms switched at birth.

Dana was an olive-skinned, rather tall and plump young woman, which always struggled with her big, indomitable and very, very frizzy mud-blonde hair. She always wore black, oversized shirts that struggled to hide the figure which made her uncomfortable, and advertised her fandoms quite aggressively. Or, as July put it: “So many lesbian vampires! Are you trying to tell me something?”

The thing was, it wasn’t just lesbian vampires. Very beautiful, slim, fit young vampire men in tight leather pants were just as fine. Oh, and while you were at it, black trench coats and katanas! She even owned one of each, and tried to never show them to anybody after trying the coat on once. She just didn’t feel like she had the figure for it …

As to July, the thin, clearly somewhat anorexic pale woman with the long straight dark brown hair and the intense eye makeup was fascinated by Tolkien fantasy. She had even tried an archery class once. It had been … fine, mostly? She liked it, but then, the instructor had them shoot at plastic animal targets, and she just quit. It was a bit weird, because as soon as July was at the roleplay table, she would play brutal amazons and barbarians and just rage and rend anything she could get her strong hands on.

It probably was just the fantasy?

The two young women had one thing in common, though there was a bit of a difference in focus:

Sword and Sorcery, as well as Cosmic Horror, would always get the both of them to the table. Barbarians, tentacles, deep ones, great old ones, rather purple prose with nice, difficult adjectives such as cyclopean and chthonic, were always welcome.

After hanging out together at the Dreaming City for a few years, they had eventually moved in together, and their house was nice and cheap, so the amount of merch and books was slowly increasing.

July was just complaining to Vera for the umpteenth time that there still wasn’t a fifth edition version of Dark Sun. The big sleeves of her trancy headshop dress flew around.

“We’ve been waiting for almost ten years now. It’s not going to happen! They even made one for fourth, and you know what I think about fourth!”

Vera shrugged:

“I’m sure there’s plenty of homebrews online. And besides, you can just use the setting and wing the rules. I mean, we’ve been using a version of AD&D down here that’s been house-ruled so much, it’s basically unrecognizable …”

Jerry packed up some comic books for Dana and added:

“I don’t think we’ve actually used the rules in the last two years, V.”

“That’s another thing. The whole show gets pretty narrative after a while. Just ask Dana. Storytelling is a thing.”

July groaned:

“Hey, I don’t mind storytelling. I’m okay with it. We can hang out at the club all evening, screwing around with the Harpies and trying to intrigue our way into the primogen … But when I’m playing Dark Sun, I want to fight! And I want rules that feel like I’m having choices and options and … you know, I want my knowledge of the rules to matter!”

The pale girl was getting rosy cheeks from the excitement.

Randy, another regular, said:

“Well, you could try Fate.”

She turned around quickly. Dana reached over to hold her back. July’s finger stabbed at Randy’s nose. The chubby man took the poke right on his bulbous protrusion. The gothy young woman gave him a glare.

“Stop with Fate. Stop with PbtA! For the love of Krom, none of these systems actually do what I want! There’s zero crunch. It’s all just blah-blah-blah! I want numbers! I want spell lists! I want complexity!”

“Shadowrun, then? You could proxy the mutations with cyberware …”

Dana knew that smile on July’s face. She quickly stepped in the way and blocked her sight of Randy with her bulk.

“How about … Hey, have you seen that?”

She directed her friend firmly to the back of the shop again.

“What? I got my pull list already …”

Randy wanted to say something, but he caught Jerry’s look. Then he nodded and put his stuff on the counter.

In the back, July calmed down quickly. She sighed.

“Sorry for that. He just pushes my buttons.”

“I totally get you. I mean, I can only thank you for letting me dodge that bullet …”

July snickered:

“Yeah, that would have been a horrible pick …” Her voice suddenly trailed off. She whispered: “Say … Isn’t that Len?”

Dana instantly turned towards the direction her friend was looking. July got super nervous for really no reason and made a sign for her friend to not stare. Dana ignored her and instead waved at him.

“Leeeen!”

Since he was maybe five yards away, the sudden shout was maybe a little too loud for the muffled place with its book- and box-covered walls. Len turned around. It was him.

He smiled, then put the box back on the shelves and quickly walked over to them.

“Dana? July? Wow! So nice to see you!”

July hugged him, while Dana was a bit reluctant. She didn’t want to cause any weird associations. There was … the thing.

Back when they were teenagers, the two young women had usually blocked each other from getting boyfriends. It had been quite stupid. On the one hand, Dana wanted to protect her friend from getting hurt, worried by her condition. On the other hand, July was careful to make sure that Dana didn’t get hurt. Some of the guys said pretty hurtful things about the bigger girl’s looks. Also, there was the issue of them both tending to get pretty jealous of each other if they actually managed to find a good-looking dude.

The only guy with whom they managed to get somewhere was Len. He was just a cute, relaxed guy that didn’t cause any problems and stayed respectful. Also, while not per se hot, he was kinda nice to look at. As a result, they got him to their place, and then decided to share. Len was all for it, and then, he found himself in bed with them. It took a bit of sorting out at first, but eventually, their fooling around turned into some fondling, some kissing, and then, to their surprise, to Len being caught between their legs.

Dana would squeeze him with her strong, thick legs and hold him tight, while July would wrap her slim limbs around him too. In that moment, she fantasized about actually being able to hold him the same way Dana did.

It was nice, but it didn’t lead anywhere. Eventually, the whole thing drifted apart, especially after Len hooked up with Ashley, who was an on-off member of their game group.

Even much later, the moment the name Ashley was mentioned, July would tighten her fist and growl “ASHLEY!” in her worst intimidating voice.

Dana asked:

“So, you’re back?”

“Mhm. Yeah. I … I kinda couldn’t bear it anymore, and it’s nice to be around here again. Helps me relax.”

Dana picked up the depressed vibes a bit, but decided not to ask. July, on the other hand, pushed a bit:

“Do you have plans for tonight? You could come over for old times’ sake and we could maybe continue our legacy game from last time.”

“You still have it?”

July grinned:

“… Somewhere? I’m sure we still have it in the closet …”

“Then … yeah! I’d love to. I’ll bring snacks and drinks, okay?”

“You had me at snacks.”

Dana rolled her eyes. July’s approach to snacks was really just shoving them around in the bowl and occasionally nibbling at some before getting all nervous. But yeah. It was a good answer.

“Okay … Then … Uh … How about you come over around six-ish? We need to clean our place up a bit.”

“Don’t stress yourselves. I’m just happy to be around people right now.”

“That we can provide!”

The young women filed out of the room, though July had to take a glance at the artwork book she’d been hesitating on for a while again. It was big, it was fancy, it was expensive … but it was Brom? She was a fan! She just didn’t have that kind of money.

July and Dana surprisingly spent the afternoon cleaning their home. There was this strange unspoken agreement that they wanted to make Len feel at home. He arrived a bit early and waited outside the door until it was time, but Dana spotted his shadow through the frosted window as she passed the front door and she immediately had him come in. Len had indeed brought snacks, and quite a lot of them, as well as a cooling bag full of beer, energy drinks and soft drinks and another bag of other bottles.

“I didn’t know what you’d like … I mean, I basically thought just some Mountain Dew for old time’s sake, but then I thought, maybe we all graduated from this, and I got this bottle of wine …” Dana raised an eyebrow, but he continued: “I don’t know a thing about wine, but the lady in the shop said this was reasonably good.” She was grinning by now. “And then, I panicked and bought a bottle of mead, some beer, three cans of Monster and … whatever that is?” He showed her a can with some strange writing. “I don’t even know what language that is.”

Dana shrugged:

“Come on, we’re fantasy nerds, strange script shouldn’t be a problem!”

He blushed. She grinned and took the can, then held it up high:

“Iä, Iä! Cthulhu fhtagn! In strange cans, even thirst may die!”

July popped in from the kitchen:

“Are you okay?”

Dana chuckled:

“Totally.” She took Len’s hand: “Come on, let’s get you a glass for all these drinks. July has been doing her awesome tofu wok. You’re going to love it!”

Eventually, dinner was done, and Len offered to wash the dishes. The girls were a little surprised, but nodded:

“Nice. Just …”

“Don’t worry. This is not my first rodeo!” He laughed and got to work.

Soon, the dishes were clean and the wok was ready for its next use. Everything was stowed in its place and they moved to the living room.

The trio got on the couch and they had Len in the middle. Everybody was relaxed and there was some breathing out sharply and producing of comfortable “oof”-sounds. Dana declared:

“Okay, that was super nice. Thank you, July!”

“Don’t mention it. It just felt nice …”

Len agreed:

“It was amazing. Really, thank you both for having me.”

They took a bit of a pause. July had eaten very little, but still more than her usual. She set some snacks on the coffee table and opened the Mountain Dew.

“For old times’ sake.”

They all grinned and took their glasses. Dana sighed:

“It’s still as bad as ever.”

Len nodded:

“Yeah.”

“Sooo … What happened to you after you left town?”

July leaned in. This was interesting.

“Yes, tell us!”

Len looked away. He had basically expected that this would come up. Of course, they would want to know. He took another sip of Mountain Dew.

“Ugh.” He put it back down. “I can’t believe we guzzled that stuff.” He looked into the hungry eyes of his hostesses. “Alright. So the thing was, I met Charlene at a convention. She was cosplaying as a Klingon warrior, and I pulled out my basic Klingon and greeted her, we got into talking, managed to switch to English once our vocabulary ran out and ended up being together pretty much a week later.”

“A qu’ lut!”

“I know, right? It’s like a fairy tale. The ending was … less so.”

Their expressions were suddenly worried. He reached for the glass, then shook his head and sighed:

“Here’s the thing: We got along really well. She was as big a nerd as I was, and it seriously worked well. We soon moved in together, and there was talk of having kids, though she was reluctant.” Slowly, it dawned to July that he was speaking of her in the past tense, and not in a way that suggested a breakup. She felt an immense sadness well up within her.

“Charlene was a cool dude, but she had this horrible past. Her father and her brother were real assholes, and they did everything they could to destroy her. I have no proof, but I’m pretty sure it was sexual too …” The two women were crestfallen at this announcement. “They hurt her, they made her feel like shit, and they brought down her confidence hard. When we got married, it was a moment of freedom for her.”

“That sounds good, doesn’t it?”, Dana said.

“I wish it had worked. The problem is that something like that will never let you go. Even as she managed to leave them behind, the whole thing came to haunt her. It started small and she had auditory hallucinations when she was stressed or alone. It took me a while to find out, because she tried to hide this. She was afraid of saying it out loud, which I really understand. If she did, she thought, maybe I’d dump her …” He sighed. “Once I figured it out, I tried my best to be supportive. I suggested she should get help from a professional, and we even went there together a few times, but she refused to continue with it, and the voices got worse and more destructive. Apparently, it was bipolar schizophrenia. I managed to deal with it and I did my best to be supportive, but without help, it was too much. In the end, she couldn’t take it anymore …”

He looked down.

Dana and July didn’t know what to say.

There was this long and terrible pause.

Eventually, Dana managed:

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It is sad, and I can’t change it, but I tell myself that she is beyond the pain now, and we had a wonderful time together. She didn’t go unloved. That is one good thing.”

There was an awkward silence. As it dragged on, the situation felt worse and worse. At last, Len took another sip of the soft drink and said:

“Ooh boy, we really had no taste back then.”

Dana smiled weakly:

“Come on, it’s not that bad!”

He grinned:

“I guess?”

“You know, if you want, you can stay here with us …”

July stared at Dana, embarrassed and nervous. Len didn’t notice, but he said:

“Thank you, but that won’t be necessary. I already found an apartment and it’ll take me a few days to settle in, but then, it should be fine. I’ll invite you to the housewarming party!”

“That would be nice!”

There was another pause. The situation wasn’t yet defused. Len groaned and got up:

“You know what, I’m going to have to call it a night. It’s been a pleasure, and I sure hope we’ll do this again. Please.”

“Sure!”

“Yeah!”

They accompanied him to the door, and after a bit of extra chitchat, he left, turning around several times to wave and say goodbye again, until July finally declared that this was the longest goodbye since Lord of the Rings, and they laughed, while Len at last disappeared.

Back inside, July stared at Dana.

“Wow. You were kinda insensitive, you know?”

“You think he hates me now?”

“I don’t think so. But … read the room, Dana.”

“Hey, you know I’m bad at this. I’ve always been bad at this, and I think he knows.”

“Like that one time after the car crash?”

Dana groaned and covered her eyes.

“How can you even bring that up? I had forgotten all about it, and now it’s back!”

“Okay, sorry, but it was kinda hilarious … I mean, cringeworthy, but … kinda fun?”

“I was so embarrassed!”

“Len laughed at that one, though.”

Dana sighed:

“Still sucks, right?”

“Yeah. Our lives all sure peaked early, huh?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about. I haven’t had any peaks yet.”

“Yeah, just let me put away the dishes and …”

“He already did. Remember?”

“Fuck. Damn, he is nice. I sure wish …”

“Forget it. Let’s just go to bed, okay?”

“You’re probably right.”

They headed upstairs to go to sleep. It had been a nice evening, but the reveals had been a bit tough …

The following week, they collectively decided on movie night. Len had found a treasure trove of weird sword and sorcery movies from a rather unknown Italian studio. The films were deep trash, but some of the special effects guys had had surprising later careers and had learned their stuff there, so at least the creatures were fun.

Also, the actors looked their parts and the props were quite nice too.

Even the stories weren’t bad, usually adapted from Weird Tales or other public domain stuff from the twenties and thirties. When he told July what the various people had worked on later, she had gotten quite excited.

The actual watching, though, was almost painful. First, the dub was atrocious, with the voice actors basically phoning in their lines. After twenty minutes of flat “I am the Master of Demons and you shall drown in the blood of the innocents.”, Dana said:

“Okay, enough. Just let put on the subtitles and the original sound, and we’ll read them aloud!”

This improved the experience somewhat, especially on account of the amount of giggling, especially when Len started doing the deep, sultry voice of the evil sword master. The dialogue with the crystal queen, which July voiced in a shrill, very intense style, only made things weirder and more funny.

This alone didn’t save the movie.

The second problem was that the special effects were supposed to work on a grainy projector or a seventies TV-screen. The super high definition DVD release showed every length of string, every makeup line and every black curtain hung up to hide the lack of a set.

Dana suggested putting on sunglasses.

The resulting picture they took was very eighties.

The last, and unsolvable problem was that the movie’s pacing was atrocious and super old-fashioned.

In the end, they were all happy when it was over. They had fun, but they were also tired. The popcorn was eaten, the soda was drunk, and Len was just lying on the sofa, grinning. With his sexy sword master voice, he said:

“That was very bad … Happily, they made a whole trilogy …”

Dana put her face in her hands and groaned:

“Please, no! I only deserve this much suffering!”

July had gotten up and checked out the place, meanwhile. She looked at some of the pictures on the wall and asked:

“Len, is that Charlene?”

On the picture, there was a really buff young woman with long blond hair, wearing a tiny bikini. She smiled, but July could sense that this was a pose.

He nodded:

“That’s right.”

“She was a bodybuilder? Wow …”

“Yeah. It was a funny story, actually. We had a D&D campaign with friends and she played a fighter. The character was always in full plate armor and never showed much skin. Then, one time, we had a quest that involved participating in a beauty pageant, and Charlene’s character was the only one that was tall enough to stand a chance.”

Dana and July were grinning now.

“Anyway, the character, Yarys, showed up in a fancy dress and won the competition. We managed to succeed, and to stop the intrigue by the evil vizier.”

Dana grinned:

“There’s somehow only one flavor of viziers, right?”

“Apparently. Maybe that’s what you’re taught at vizier college. Charlene loved the scene and drew her character, and of course, at Strength 20, she was pretty buff. Everybody liked the drawing, and then she decided she wanted to dress up as Yarys for Halloween. She did that and it looked cool. She had spent a few months working out, and she built a bit of muscle tone. Then, after the party, she decided to go all in. She really hit the gym hard …”

He sighed. The women could tell that he missed her, and it was obvious that he liked the look. A lot.

“It was cool. I really loved her transformation. She was feeling better, she had a real motivation to stick to it, and she was feeling more confident. At the same time, I should have seen the signs. She quickly started using steroids to push her training further and she probably went too far on the whole thing. I’m not sure, of course, and she probably had the problems with her psyche before, but … living so intensely certainly didn’t help either.”

July looked at the picture. There was this inner sadness and confusion in Charlene’s expression. It was subtle, but once you noticed it, it was undeniable.

Len took a deep breath.

“Anyway, when her condition got worse, she stopped training. That was the point of no return. Maybe I could have done something in that moment, but … yeah. I failed her. Pretty shitty, huh?”

Dana felt the tears well up. She hugged him.

“Don’t be hard on yourself. You loved her, and you tried to help.” She released him, but held him close. “I don’t know much about it, but it’s like a disease. You can’t blame yourself for her getting sick. You were there for her, right?”

“Mhm.” He sighed. “Hey, I’m sorry for being such a sadsack. Let’s …”

July decided to change the subject:

“Uh, Len, do you still have our old character sheets?”

He nodded:

“Yeah. They have to be in one of the boxes. I never threw them out.”

“Let’s take a look!”

They all knew it was a kind of twist to get out of the rut, but they were all happy for it.

Eventually, the two women returned home. They were both somewhat thoughtful due to their talk with Len. Dana called their cat:

“Abraxas! Food!”

The black cat with the single white dot over his eye came running. A couple of years ago, Dana had read an article about training cats. The only thing that worked was this, though she was pretty sure that just opening the can was enough to summon him anyway. As she scooped the goopy food into his bowl, July picked up the food for Milton, their pet snake. This one had been a stupid purchase that had been made very drunk and whose terrarium crowded up one of the rooms. The snake didn’t do much all day except lie around and slink into the sun whenever the light shone in. July had tried to do some dancing with it, but she had quickly felt stupid, realizing that with her figure, she was no Salma Hayek.

As she walked over to the terrarium, she said:

“We’re going to have to clean that thing eventually.”

“I did it last time.”

“You did?”

“Totally. It’s on the list.”

“There’s a list?”

“Yeah. It’s your turn.”

“Bah.” She sighed: “Fine. I’ll do it. Tomorrow.”

July grinned at Dana:

“You know, I think our Len is into musclewomen.”

“Yeah. Definitely. It was weird for him to try and hide it.”

Abraxas rubbed his head against Dana after eating. She groaned:

“You smell of cat food. Bah.”

“Me?”

“I was talking to Abraxas.”

“Oh. Yeah.”

Dana sighed:

“I like him, you know?”

“Mhm. Me too. He’s cute.”

“He totally is.”

July groaned:

“Seriously? We’re both into him?”

“Is it any wonder? He’s cute, he likes us, and we fooled around enough back when we were teens.”

“Yeah. Fuck. So, what do we do now?”

There was a long pause. Abraxas looked at them, rubbed himself against July, then back against Dana, then, as neither did anything, he left.

At last, Dana said:

“Okay … How about we … have a competition?”

July cocked her head.

“What?”

“Yeah, not a real competition. We just try and see which one of us he actually wants, and that’s it?”

“You mean just asking him?”

“Then we wouldn’t get an answer. I mean, he’s not going to disappoint either of us. But … we could try to seduce him? Just see which one of us he wants to be with, and stay friends?” Dana gave her a friendly smile: “Something like that?”

“Uh … Okay? That sounds like a recipe for disaster.”

“Maybe? But we could just try it anyway? Workout, get buff, make him happy with our muscles?”

July gave her friend the most weirded out look in a long time:

“Muscles?”

“Come on, that’s what he’s into. If we want to seduce him, we gotta get fit.” She looked away. “And I wouldn’t mind it, seriously. I really could use some motivation to finally get rid of all this flab.”

July wanted to say something about Dana’s eating habits, but since this was a touchy subject and she was also struggling with her own problems, it was for the best not to go down that road.

“Okay … I kinda can get behind this? So we just try and get fit, and then, we can see which one makes him hornier and that’s the decision?”

“Now that you put it like this, it sounds really stupid.”

“It totally does. But … I kinda like the idea of being an amazon. Charlene was rather hot, right?”

“Yeah …”

“Also, imagine me as a Brom lady!”

“A what now?”

“Forget it! I’m in. Let’s do this, even if it’s stupid!”

July held out her hand and they did the clasp from Predator. Dana’s arm jiggled, while July’s looked even thinner like this. The chubby girl declared, with her best German accent:

“They got you pushing too many pencils?”

“Okay, stop it!”

Dana pushed a bit more, then released her.

“This is going to be crazy …”

Dana and July showed up at the gym equipment shop the next day. The rather fit older man that greeted them smiled:

“Hi! I’m Earl. What can I get you?”

Dana hesitated, but July replied:

“We want to set up a home gym in our basement and get buff. Yeah. And Dana wants to lose weight.”

“Alright! For starters, I’ll just set you up with some mats for isometrics and a simple starter’s weight set. Also, jump ropes.”

“Jump ropes?”

“Best cardio. All the boxers do it.”

“Okay … I thought this was just for little girls.”

The man grinned:

“I wish I were as fit as a little girl.”

July chuckled:

“Okay, sounds weird, but now that I think about it …”

“Exactly. Try those things first, and if you feel alright with your progress, I’ll fix you up with more specialized equipment.”

“Wow.” She blushed: “I seriously thought you’d just try to sell us some junk …”

“We used to do that, but now that everybody’s ordering everything online, we have to get serious and really help people with their fitness. We also offer beginners’ training lessons, if you want some pointers.”

“Okay … That would be awesome.”

Dana nodded, still a bit nervous, but starting to relax.

Earl smiled:

“We’ll get you fit in no time.”

Soon, the two young women had their basement cleaned up and fitted as a gym. At first, it was really just the mats and the weights, but soon enough, they added a chin-up bar, a machine set and a squat rack. Working out became second nature to them. Every morning, they would eat the protein-rich meal July fixed for them and then, they would head down to pump iron. After work, they would do a second round, usually something lighter and more relaxed, while also making sure that they didn’t hurt themselves.

Dana was less than convinced of the food they were eating.

“This stuff is … boring.”

July grinned:

“At least it doesn’t taste bad anymore.”

“Okay, the first week was really awful.”

“I had to figure out how to do this. Sorry. The recipes I found on the net were … unhelpful.”

“Yeah. And gross.”

“Girl, I didn’t know, okay?”

“Still …”

“It’s better now, okay? I’m just glad it works.”

“Yeah, right.”

July smiled at her friend. No wonder Dana wasn’t happy. She had made no progress at all, at least visually. The young woman was still as chubby and shapeless as before. It was a little deceiving, though, because she was crushing it in her workouts. While July was looking better and better, with muscles popping up all over her body, she was far behind as far as her max and her endurance were going. Dana was really fit, she just didn’t look like it!

The not so thin woman put her hand on Dana’s.

“Don’t worry. It’s going to get better and you’ll see, I’m pretty sure there’s some point after which all your awesome muscles are going to come out.”

Dana poked at her chicken.

“When pigs fly. It’s going to take forever. You’re starting to look like a real amazon, while I’m stuck here as eternal blob girl.”

July tried to be supportive:

“Just stick to it. You’re strong as fuck, and you’re only getting better. It’ll be amazing!”

“Nah. Len is not going to fall for it. He wants a beautiful barbarian princess, not an orc warrior girl.”

“Hey, don’t diss orc warrior girls!”

“Bah.”

Dana looked back at her food.

July walked into Earl’s shop and waited for him to finish explaining something to an elderly couple. They looked around and he turned to her.

“Hi, July! How have you been doing?”

“Great! I managed to do fifteen pullups!”

The older man nodded appreciatively.

“Nice. Well done! You’re really making amazing progress!”

He looked at her. She had started to wear sports clothing in her daily life recently, and it looked good on her. Right now, she was standing there, her shapely, nicely muscled legs wrapped in a pair of yoga pants, her toned stomach on display and her rounded shoulders covered by a cute biker-style jacket.

“That’s what I wanted to ask about: I’ve made a lot of progress, but I’m afraid I’ve reached my limits.”

“That can happen. Plateaus are really common. You should switch your exercises around, try to focus on different movements and challenge your muscles in another way. If you want, I can show you a few tricks that’ll get the old burn back …”

She nodded:

“That would be really nice. There’s one more thing, though …”

“Yes?”

“I saw a lot of videos on the net about safe steroids. And I wanted to know if you got any.”

He smiled:

“As a matter of fact, I would instead recommend going with SARMs. They have few side-effects and as long as you get checked regularly, it shouldn’t be a problem. There’s a doctor we work with, and he’ll get you the clearance after checking your blood and hormones.”

“Wow. You guys really manage everything.”

“We do our best. I’m glad you feel well-supported.”

“I absolutely do. I’m just a bit worried about Dana, you know? She’s really struggling, and she can’t see how far she has come already.”

“I guess it’s tough for her. I talked to her yesterday, when she was here to pick up more protein powder, and I tried to be supportive, but she really needs some success.”

“I just hope it comes soon.”

Dana stared at the mirror. Still no change. Her body was as plump and heavy as ever. It was incredibly frustrating. Plus, everybody was trying to be nice about it! They were all so supportive and all trying to cheer her up and motivate her.

She hated it. If they told her that she was a fat, useless slob, she would have hated it too, but then, at least, she could have been angry at them.

This way, there was nothing she could do.

It was just so shitty. She stuck to that stupid, disgusting diet, to all the training routines, everything. And it was useless. She couldn’t even look at July anymore when they worked out. While Dana was looking like a fat shithead, her friend was turning into a beautiful, sexy amazon.

She hated herself even more for being jealous! Why couldn’t she just be happy for her friend? Why did everything have to be so fucking difficult?

Abraxas came in and rubbed himself against her leg. She scratched the cat’s head, then pulled him up on her lap and started caressing him. Soon, the black cat was purring deeply, enjoying the treatment. She groaned. Being a cat was the best. You could just walk up to people, boop them with your head, and they would start giving you little rubs or scratches. If she did that …

She realized that booping Len with her head would also yield her rubs and scratches. The man was no fool. But … that was seriously not a thing she felt ready for. Booping people needed confidence, just like Abraxas had. She didn’t have it.

She looked at the bottles of fat burners she had tried over the last weeks. None of them had done much except making her jittery. She had stopped quickly enough again.

And yet, she still needed an answer. She couldn’t accept July completely overwhelming her, even if she did like her and felt that her being with Len was okay. She just wanted to get fit too …

Stroking the cat’s back, she looked at her phone again. There had to be some quick and easy alternative! Usually, those things existed, they were just expensive. She was pretty sure she could get a loan or something …

A few weeks later, the two young women had Len over. The trio had been hanging out a lot together, with Len even joining them on a few workouts, though he was a bit skeptical on what they were trying to do. He much preferred movie night and, even better, game night.

After a truly devastating game of Settlers of Catan during which Dana cut off a good third of the island and cornered the market for clay, July poured him another cup of tea and asked:

“Len, there’s a thing we’d need you to do.”

He put away the little bits of wood and said:

“Anything you need.”

“Could you take care of Milton and Abraxas for a month or two? Dana and I have something to take care of and we can’t take them along.”

“No problem. I guess Milton doesn’t need much company anyway.”

“Yeah, just a mouse a week and a bit of water and he’s happy.”

“Would it be okay if I took Abraxas with me to my place? It would be easier than making the trip twice a day, and he wouldn’t be so alone.”

Dana nodded eagerly:

“You would? You know that he has a way of scratching furniture.”

“I do, but it’s okay. I’ve been thinking about getting a cat eventually, so this will be good practice.”

She laughed:

“Okay, Abraxas is the school of hard knocks. If you can deal with him, you can deal with any cat.”

“Perfect, then.”

The cat came over and booped its head against Len’s leg.

“Alright, I think this is going to be easy.” He started to rub the cat’s back.

Dana gave him a weird, slightly embarrassed look.

A week later, July was resting on the hospital bed. Her breasts were still smarting a bit, especially now that she no longer got any painkillers, but the satisfaction with her new bosom outweighed the lack of comfort. She hadn’t seen them unwrapped, but the weight and the heft, as well as the sheer size of the bandages were enough to excite her.

The doctor had been a bit skeptical about her wishes, but after a bit of arguing and making it clear on why she wanted them, the woman had agreed. The surgery had been a breeze, without any complications. Now she sported a pair of custom bodybuilder breast implants, large, broad and round, which pushed her solidly into the large end of D cups. It depended on the manufacturer, she guessed, but with her broad back, she would have to get custom bras anyway.

To her surprise, she already felt sexier, even though she was still wearing that stupidly unflattering hospital gown. Once this was healed, she would perfect her muscles, and then, it would be incredible. July still couldn’t really believe it … Ever since Len’s return, she had transformed her body and somehow managed to push through her anorexia. Okay, she probably had a different eating disorder now, or actually just the same, just focused on something else, but to her, it felt as if it was just a bit more comfortable to deal with. Also, in a strange way, she preferred this level of control. Sure, she could always get bigger and stronger. The sky was the limit, as far as she was concerned. She could work on her definition, optimize her diet and fiddle with her various hormones …

But instead of her previous problem, she had the impression that she now had a set of controls in front of her. Just struggling to lose weight was such a primitive, pointless way of trying to master her body. Building muscles with minimal bulk … that was a challenge, but one she could really sink her teeth in. In a way, it was min-maxing with her body. Not a bad idea, all in all.

It was strange. When she hit puberty, her body had changed in the most awkward and stupid way. July had been a thin, tomboyish girl that just liked to run around and argue with people. In elementary school, she was considered, as one of her teachers put it “a danger to herself and others”. More than once, she had to be picked out of trees or rescued from scaffoldings. Puberty put an end to this.

Instead of having a lot of energy and scraped knees, she suddenly turned into this gangly, shapeless, dysfunctional thing! The boys got strong, tall bodies and smelly pits, the girls got boobs and hips and July got … zits and weirdly located fat.

Her periods were painful and lengthy, she lost her agility and balance, and she ended up with this stupid, useless body. It was like an insult. The boys with whom she had played before stopped spending time with her because they were all getting nervous about the girls, and she couldn’t keep up with their games either. Somehow, her previous recklessness was gone, while the boys just threw themselves at any idiotic danger they could find.

Obviously, this proved to her that she was losing control.

Happily, there were three things she could do: She could commiserate with Dana, she could nerd out with the other freaks at the gaming store, and she could punish her body for being such a shitty failure by twisting it into the shape she wanted. She just needed to figure out how to do this.

Hence, eating disorder. July was aware very soon of what she was doing and that it was fundamentally a stupid idea, but at that point, she also liked the effects. It was an addiction, and like all addictions, it was easy to stop, but hard not to start again. Lastly, she had to admit that she liked the thin look. At least, better than the weirdly shapeless one. Of course, now that she had found her new obsession, the amazonian princess look was wonderful. It was just incredible, and it didn’t change much to the reactions of the various detractors.

Other than that, the comments were the same. You just had to switch “You should maybe eat something.” to “You should maybe tone down the training.”

Maybe those people should just all shut up. She knew she had this problem, but she was putting it to good use. She grinned. She was the Rain Man of bodybuilding. Fuck.

July gently set her hands against those huge tits. She never had big boobs anyway, and now, she had those massive, sexy knockers out of nowhere … She was literally transforming into her own dream …

The nurse knocked on the door and said:

“Hi! The doctor will come over in a minute to take off the bandages and check whether everything is alright.”

July smiled:

“Perfect! I can’t wait!”

Meanwhile, a very nervous Dana was sitting in the office of the mysterious Doctor Kent, who apparently was a rather special health professional. He certainly had an impressive taste in assistants. The woman that had let her in was amazing. She was very tall, very old, and incredibly muscular, with an amazing pair of tits!

Now Dana normally didn’t put things like this and tried to talk like a non-perverted person, but … holy fuck … that woman was incredible! She was sitting at the desk, checking the paperwork Dana had submitted, and just watching her do this was amazing. She had her long, snow-white hair tied up in several thick braids and wore a clearly custom-fit sheath dress that clung to those incredible curves like saran wrap.

The still rather fat young woman sighed. She sure wondered if she could look like this … Man, if she had a body like this woman, she would win easily. And then some! Muscles like these were enough to win anything! The whole look … She was old, okay, but she just oozed confidence and power. Dana was sure that Len would crave her perfectly if she had muscles like that. She would have a hard time getting him off her. Actually, no. With muscles like that, it would be very easy. She’d just take him and pull him off.

If she even wanted that.

Fuck. This woman was amazing. She just hoped that doctor could do something like this for her. That would be wonderful …

Dana smiled awkwardly as the old woman looked up for a moment. Then she said:

“Alright, Dana, I have reviewed the documents. The tests are positive, I think you would respond very well to the treatment. Doctor Kent will see you in a moment.”

Dana nervously got up and walked through the office once more. The before and after pictures were just as amazing. The women had clearly come in as weak and soft, with small, ridiculous breasts and had been transformed into these incredible amazons. Each one had a perfectly sculpted, muscle-packed uber body.

She suddenly found the assistant’s pictures. The before picture showed a nervous little woman with a cute nose and black hair. Dana asked:

“Is that really you?”

The old woman looked up.

“That is correct. It used to be me.”

“How does it feel?”

The bodybuilder smiled:

“It’s incredible. I love it. Every morning, when I get up, I am glad that I made the choice.”

“Wow … So there really is a shortcut.”

“In a way, yes.”

“Amazing … I really need that …”

“Well, the doctor will see you now, so just come on in.”

A very handsome man in his late thirties opened the door of his office and smiled:

“Dana? Are you ready?”

“Certainly, Doc!”

He turned to the gigantic assistant:

“Audrey, would you please get us some tea?”

“Of course, dear.”

Dana grinned. Okay, so that was the doctor’s mother? Or wife? Something? She was a tad confused by the whole thing, actually. The woman on the photo was all young … Then there was the other photo and she was old. It didn’t quite fit. Why would someone not put an immediate before picture on the wall?

Inside, the doctor offered her a seat and said:

“Okay, Dana, welcome. I hope you had a nice trip?”

“It was okay. A bit cramped.”

“Ah, well, if you get my treatment, this is not going to get better.”

She realized what he meant and chuckled.

“Yeah, that would be kinda the point, right?”

“Exactly. It’s a big issue, really. If you receive the treatment, it will transform your body accordingly. It will increase your muscle mass, change the size and shape of your breasts and harden your skin. It will also remove pigments from your hair.”

Dana nodded. If she ended up with a physique like Audrey, she was in!

“Okay. That sounds great!”

“Very well. The effect is very fast, so I recommend preparing mentally for it. We have a few guides on how to deal with it on our website, which I will also send to you. Besides the mental adaptation, there are also several side-aspects you should know about.”

In that moment, Audrey came in, balancing a tray with a cute Japanese tea set on it. She set it down and poured them a cup each. Dana was mesmerized. While the doctor explained the details and went over them with her on a booklet, she was completely lost in her fascination.

She barely made out the words her said.

“… reduced fertility … skin aging … self-control … arousal …”

Dana just nodded vaguely, then signed the documents right away. The doctor offered her to take them along and think about them for a week, but she didn’t care. She wanted this, and she wanted it now!

[El_Roy_1999]

Should you enjoy stories about married women turning themselves into loving, yet very strong and hairy, masculine creatures, then this is the one for you!

New Luck
Birgit’s skiing accident gets her a cast on both her legs. The rehab after this gives her a taste of working out, and soon, Philipp is head over heels for his growing, increasingly virile and hairy wife. Together, they explore their strange new fetish. This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth, hair growth and gender-blending. All characters are at least 18 years old.

It is available here:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1428278

The beginning is here:

Birgit grinned reluctantly:

“So it’s true. The warranty runs out at forty!”

Philipp was pretty down. Their first ski vacation together since the kids had moved out, at last, they had some time together and bang, Birgit managed to break both legs on day two. The vacation was over.

Once the cast was on, they drove home. Their mood was pretty much ruined. Suddenly, their home felt empty. There was this sensation that they had rushed through their lives pointlessly. They got married early, had the kids early, paid the mortgage early, got solid jobs early … Wasn’t this supposed to be the path to happiness? Their parents had been all for it, even if Birgit’s mom thought she should have looked around a bit more. Philipp didn’t mind and took the hidden jab well enough.

Still, they had quite a bit of time to think now. Sure, Philipp got back to work after the vacation and was back on his construction job trips, and Birgit got busy too. Happily, she could do her job online mostly. The worst was doing business calls with clients, and she definitely could do that from the sofa or the bed.

When they finally took off the casts after a few weeks, she was shocked. She had never been fit or anything, but now, her legs looked all thin and feeble. It felt terrible. Philipp sat beside her at the doctor’s office and looked just as distraught.

“Wow. That looks bad.”

“It feels really weird.” Her legs were all thin and hairy now. She made a few careful movements. They were all stiff. It was to be expected, but it was still uncomfortable. The old woman said:

“It should get better soon after a while. Just train regularly, then the muscles will rebuild.”

“Me? But Ma’am, I’m teleworking all day. I just sit at the computer.”

The doctor shrugged:

“You don’t have to run to the gym. Just get yourself an exercise bike and ride it while working. That would be a step in the right direction. It’d be a good exercise for the both of you. Half an hour of endurance training every day, and you’ll see, it’ll do wonders.”

Philipp felt a little attacked by this.

“Me too?”

“Sure. At your age, it’s a good idea.”

Now he was getting annoyed. The doctor was much older than the both of them. Provocatively, he asked:

“And you do that?”

To his surprise, the older woman nodded:

“Half an hour of cardio every day, and one hour of strength training.”

The couple was surprised. Birgit asked:

“Seriously?”

Suddenly, the doctor grinned:

“I brought this over myself, didn’t I?” She took off her coat. It was instantly obvious that she had broad shoulders for a woman. She undid the buttons of her blouse’s cuffs and rolled the sleeves up. Fascinatingly, there appeared a rather large biceps, that is, for a woman. It stood out by half an inch from her otherwise trim arm. Philipp and Birgit had never seen anything like it. The doctor flexed and the muscle grew a little bigger. For a moment, there was a flash of pride on her face, then she was serious again: “There. You see, it’s possible, so stop trying to come up with excuses and give it a try.”

Philipp’s voice sounded all horse. Somehow … He couldn’t explain it, but this woman … What was going on? Why … He felt a kind of flutter in his chest. Was he having a heart attack? It didn’t hurt, it was just extremely intense.

Birgit didn’t seem to notice. She wanted to leave, but the doctor added:

“You know what, I’m going to see whether I can get you set up for rehabilitation. Did you have your computer with you?”

“Yeah?”

“Alright. I’ll see if I can spin this into an occupational accident.” The old woman grinned. “If not, you’ll have to pay for it, but it’ll still be good for you. At least, you’ll get some hints and methods how to improve your lifestyle and be healthier.”

Birgit was a little nervous, but if it helped, it’d be great, that much was clear.

The couple thanked the doctor and Philipp supported her on the way out.

To their surprise, the doctor managed to make it work, even though the rehabilitation facility was in the most boring and depressing place of the whole country. Whoever had the idea to set it up smack in the middle of a nineteenth century mining moonscape had to have some twisted sense of humor. The place combined Eastern bloc aesthetics with the love and care of a nazi elite school.

Philipp brought her there and asked:

“Are you sure? This place doesn’t look welcoming at all.”

She shrugged.

“I think I’ll be able to cope. It’s just four weeks.”

“Four weeks. Fuck. Wow. Anyway, I hope it works. I’ll call you in the evening, okay?”

“I’d rather call you. Who knows what they’re up to, and when I’ll have time?”

“Alright. Sounds reasonable.”

“That’s it. I love you.”

She kissed him.

“I love you too. Stay strong.”

He hugged her. Soon, he was on his way home.

She didn’t call. Philipp sat at home and stared at the phone. Nothing happened. Finally, he couldn’t stand it anymore and called her himself. The phone rang a few times, then there was a voice that the person he was calling couldn’t be reached right now. Philipp was quite shocked by this and called the center directly. After what felt like forever, a harsh female voice responded:

“I am sorry, but there’s no reception around here. No, we only allow for one call a week. Otherwise, everybody would hang out around the office all the time. Yes, I will tell your wife you called.”

And that was it.

Philipp was alone. He didn’t know what to make of this situation. He had basically talked to Birgit every day for twenty years, even when he was on work trips to who knows where, and now she was gone. Somewhere in Saint Chernobyl-upon-Shite, and he was alone.

And there was this feeling …

Every time he thought of the doctor, there was this tension within him. He managed one evening, but then, he checked to see if there were any pictures of her online. It turned out that the woman had several social media accounts. And she definitely showed what she had. To Philipp’s shock and confusion, the woman’s pictures made him hard. Well, so was she. She was old, okay, but she was incredibly fit, and she was very confident.

That was the beginning of the end. Through the magic of the picture search, Philipp ended up on more pages of musclewomen, and before he knew it, he was hooked. He was stunned. There really seemed to be no limit. The doctor was rather quaint compared to the international level. There was much more. He got all twitchy.

The four weeks raced by. He really had only fifteen minutes to chat every week, and the lady at the reception was very strict and incorruptible. Philipp tried it several times, but it always ended with her hanging up. There wasn’t much to say anyway. The rehabilitation facility seemed to be the most boring place ever. There was nothing to do. You could train, swim and trek. That was it.

As a result, Philipp was right on time to pick up Birgit. Not that the clerk decided to keep her because he was ten minutes late.

He parked the car and wanted to go in just as Birgit came out.

Wow.

Philipp was speechless. She strode towards him quickly, her bag thrown lazily over her shoulder, absolutely effortless. She wore a blue wrap dress and looked incredible!

He took the bag and they embraced.

“I missed you so much!”

“Me too. It took way too long!”

They snuggled against each other. Philipp noticed that her body felt a bit tougher. Not muscular, but trim and well-trained.

They kissed and enjoyed the closeness. It was wonderful. Birgit grinned and looked up to him:

“It took soooo long.”

“Oh yeah. It was hell.”

They kissed again.

„What do you think about returning to civilization and eating out? Something other than the prison food would be nice, right?”

She smiled brightly:

“You had me at ‘civilization’!”

As soon as they had recovered and lived together again, Philipp noticed that Birgit stuck to her training regimen. Every day, she went to bike, swim or run. She really kept up. She did her daily strength training, both isometrics and using weights. At some point, she asked Philipp whether he wanted to join her. He nodded. This became her daily rhythm. Birgit insisted on a better diet and even though it got a bit boring sometimes, it was okay.

The effect was impressive. After half a year, they were both in pretty good shape. Philipp was all surprised. He lost ten pounds and was at a healthy bodyweight for the first time in years, while Birgit was starting to look quite fit. It felt great.

All this rekindled their sex life. Just like many other things, it had suffered because of the kids, the jobs and the daily stress. Now, it was burning again, and they were enjoying it.

As a result, Birgit saw right through him. Of course, Philipp was amazingly bad at hiding things from her, but he had tried.

When she stood in front of him after their training session, sweaty, her slim muscles pumped from the effort, with a big grin on her face, his hard-on was obvious. Then she had remarked:

“I wonder just how muscular a woman can get …”

His cock had almost torn through his training pants. It was time to talk business.

Birgit stared at the phone. She was astonished. Then she was more astonished. And even more. And then, she was simply speechless.

It took a while for her to be able to speak again, then she said:

“Okay, I mean, I knew that that was a thing, sure, but … wow. This is … wow.”

Philipp sat there, his head a deep crimson. His hands were shaking with nervousness and excitement. He was about to panic. Was this it? Did he make a mistake? Shouldn’t he just have shut up? But … she brought it up herself … What should he have done instead? Should he really have said:

“Yeah, no idea. There’s probably something, I dunno, whoop-da-whoop?”

It would have been ridiculous. She looked at him. Was there a smile on her face? His heart was beating up to his neck. She set a hand on his forearms.

“Okay … Philipp, I can see this turns you on. Me … maybe a little too? I mean, those women look really proud and happy with themselves.”

“Mhm.”

“And being fit is very nice for me.”

“Mhm.”

“So … what I’m trying to say … I … I don’t think I can see myself like this …” She pointed at a picture of a heavyweight female bodybuilder whose body was absolutely packed with muscles, her skin drawn tight over her veins and fibers. “But this …” She showed him a picture of a crossfit athlete. “This I like. Broad shoulders, tight waist, those arms … That’s hot. This is what I’d want!”

Philipp’s throat was dry as a desert. He swallowed.

“Seriously?”

“Sure. I’m certain that feels awesome.”

His cock was rock-hard.

“Cool …”

She kissed him.

“I don’t think you’ve been this horny in twenty years …”

“Nope.”

“I like that!” She grinned and climbed on him, her sweaty skin against his.

One thing was obvious with Birgit: She never half-assed things. She joined up at the local gym and got everything explained, then she started. Philipp came along to train with her and did his best to support her. It was quite impressive. She really stuck to it, hit the gym six days a week and pushed herself constantly. The primary effect was a massive soreness. Philipp was instructed by his very angry and loudly groaning wife to get busy cooking, cleaning and shopping.

He enjoyed it, though she wasn’t too impressed with his cooking at first. But just like her physique, he improved over time. She made good progress but after a few months, she noticed that things got slower. There still was some progress, and she was getting close to her goal, but she was definitely lacking the initial impetus.

As a result, they were at the gym a few weeks later when Philipp spotted the doctor, who was also training there. He was quite surprised. In real life, she was even more impressive, especially since she wore an extremely tight and revealing training outfit. The woman was maybe an inch shorter than Birgit, but she was incredibly ripped and her muscles were strong and swole.

He looked over to her, then he made a sign to Birgit. His wife looked at the older woman and commented:

“Wow … Okay … Now, that is impressive.”

“Wanna talk to her?”

Suddenly, he was as nervous as a schoolboy. Birgit hesitated too.

The woman finished her set and walked over to them. She smiled:

“I guess the rehab worked?”

“Yes! Thank you again. It was a bit weird over there, but I have made a full recovery, and I feel even better than before!”

“Congratulations. That’s good to hear. Are you here every day? I noticed you a few times.”

Philipp nodded and Birgit replied:

“We’re trying to. I think … more strength is a good thing.”

The doctor nodded:

“Absolutely.” She looked at her patient. “If you need any help, just let me know. I get pretty much everything.”

“What do you mean?”

The older woman was a little surprised. Then she said:

“Supplements, drugs, hormones?”

Birgit was even more confused. Slowly, she understood:

“Steroids?”

“Of course.”

“I mean … you use them?

The doctor smiled:

“Of course. Otherwise, you’ll never reach the level. I’m holding back a lot because I can’t have any visible side-effects, but yes, I use them. If one’s careful and gets regular checks, there’re really no problems.”

Birgit looked at Philipp. He shrugged.

The doctor added:

“I would be happy to have a training partner. In this town, all the people are so uptight. So, if you’re interested, I could write you a prescription for the necessary drugs. This way, the insurance will cover them.”

Philipp felt the excitement well up within himself. Birgit noticed and grinned:

“Alright, that sounds like a great idea! I’d be glad …”

“Marianne.”

“Birgit. And that’s Philipp.”

“It’s a pleasure.”

“Well then, I’m looking forward to it.”

“And I’ll do my next set.”

Philipp was impressed. His life with Birgit abruptly changed. Since Marianne took care of her training, her visits to the gym became harder and more intense. The doctor got her a masseur, sent her to physiotherapy and yoga, and got Philipp to buy a large freezer for their home. This thing was then stuffed with food, and then emptied again as Birgit had five to seven meals a day.

After a short introductory phase, Marianne got Birgit her prescription and the fridge filled up with dozens of packages and vials. Obviously, Birgit was very, very sick and had to take all those drugs. Philipp looked at the side-effects of some of those things, and he ended up being just as shocked as he was getting aroused. If something went wrong … The thought that Birgit would change made him afraid, it disgusted him, but it also turned him on incredibly as much as it confused him. There was this incredible shiver in his chest, this indomitable horniness …

Marianne picked Birgit up to train, while Philipp got ready for his next tour. It would be two weeks, and he was anxious to see what would happen.

Birgit didn’t say anything.

Two weeks later, he was finally home. It had been incredibly tiresome. Everything had gone perfectly, but he was still happy to be home. He really couldn’t wait anymore. Birgit had just sent him messages, and she hadn’t talked about her training at all.

He would see what had happened.

At home, he took care of his laundry. The first thing he noticed was the rather intense smell from the basket. There was still some room left in the machine, so he picked a few pieces that matched the color and … wow. The “scent” of the clothes was pretty bad. The training pants had such an extreme smell of sweat, it almost made him sick. He was quite shocked.

Suddenly, he heard the door open.

“Philipp, are you there?”

“I’m doing the laundry!”

“Wait …”

She was coming, he could hear her. There was something scratchy, rough to her voice. Hopefully, she wasn’t sick!

He left the door of the machine open. Then, a strange smell wafted in through the door. It reeked of … teenager? Stinky young man?

And then she was here. Birgit had changed a bit. She stood up straight, and it was impossible to ignore that her muscles had grown. She definitely had this crossfit-look which she had picked in the beginning.

Then she hugged and kissed him. The smell of sweat and … teenager? was incredibly strong. It made his eyes tear. And at the same time, her lips were so delightful, so seductive …

Her strong arms wrapped themselves around his chest and he got hard instantly. She looked up to him:

“I missed you so much!”

“Me too!”

“And I’m sooo horny!”

“Me too!”

Maybe they could have managed to get to the bed. They got to the floor.

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