[El_Roy_1999]

For all the fans of power draining and muscle and height theft, this is the perfect story!

Ill-Gotten Gains
Simon has been working hard to build his body, and he has put a lot of effort into his relationship with Ariane. Sadly, she is less enthusiastic about it and mostly ignores him. Until she realizes she can take his hard-earned muscles … This erotic fiction contains power draining, height theft, height growth, female muscle growth and breast expansion. All characters are at least 18 years old.

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https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1398374

And here’s a preview:

Simon climbed the stairs slowly, his legs feeling a little wobbly. He had recently replaced his previous cycling cardio with rope-skipping, and after a few initial problems, he had become accustomed to it. It was somewhat enjoyable, and he definitely felt like a fighter as the rope whizzed by. Overall, he could be proud! He was a hard gainer, but that didn’t let it stop him. Instead, he stuck to it, getting up early every morning to pump iron, then get to work, and do the cardio in the afternoon. With the nutrition, supplements and massages, he was putting in a lot of effort and money, but after three years, he could say he had earned it all.
He had to stop. His legs were shaking. He grinned. Totally worth it!
Seriously, earning it was his gig. He had built up his own body just as he had honed his skills, and he was getting good money as a systems administrator for one of the more intelligent social media companies. Overall, things were looking up. He couldn’t help noticing that the ladies at the company let their looks linger on him lately. That seriously boosted his confidence. He slowly started to accept that he might actually be good-looking.
All in all, Simon could be happy. He had it all: Good job, fit body, his own apartment, and a cute girlfriend. If only Ariane were a bit more, well, focused. She had her moments, but she seriously lacked his dedication. Then again, she liked him, she was around, and she was a good fuck. What else could he ask for?
He reached the top of the stairs after the break and checked his looks once more. He really wanted to make sure she liked what she saw. Hair was looking good, clothes were nice, he got that!
Simon opened the door and he heard Ariane ask:
“Are you here?”
He immediately answered:
“I’m here, yes! How was your day?”
“Yeah, fuck that shit!”
“What?”
He walked into the living room and found Ariane at her usual place at the computer, sitting on his gaming chair. In a way, it had become her chair lately, since she used it pretty much all the time. She had recently taken up streaming, and the success was moderate. Not that she was bad at the game she was playing, no, that was mostly fine, at least as far as Simon could tell.
It was more a problem with her constantly getting into fights with internet people. He suspected that they liked to bait her too. In a way, that was her claim to fame: She had had a rather loud and intense meltdown that had trended for a few precious moments as people amused themselves over her expletives-laden rant. Since then, she had tried to reproduce that effect, but the novelty had worn off as quickly as it had come.
Most of all, though it meant that she just hadn’t heard him.
He looked at her, focusing on her so she would notice him. She was cute, so much was true. At 5’2”, she was, as she put it, fun-sized, and she had a slim body, which she managed to maintain without any effort. She could literally devour a portion fit for a big dude like him, and it just disappeared. It was even stranger since she didn’t exercise or even move all that much.
Some people had the strangest luck.
She had recently cut off her long, rather stringy hair and paid a professional stylist a lot of Simon’s money to get a high-maintenance pixie cut, but he had to admit, it was a very good look on her. Seriously, Ariane might be superficial and lacking focus, but for an authentic nerdy gamer girl, she was amazing!
Finally, she noticed him and smiled:
“Simon, you’re back! I’m right in the middle of this …”
“Yeah, no problem.”
That wasn’t entirely true. He really would have liked to have her full attention.
And then, he got it.

“Guys, this is my dude Simon. Say hello, Simon.”
“Hello. How are you doing?”
She turned to him:
“Seriously? ‘How are you doing?’ What do you think this is? Old people TV?”
“Uh …”
“Whatever. Simon here is my cute boy, and he’s really tired, you know?”
Simon wasn’t all that happy with being online right now. He whispered:
“Could we just take a break? I’m really tired and I would love to relax a bit …”
She looked at the camera and answered a question:
“Yeah, he’s been training for three years now, haven’t you?” Simon nodded. “I think he’s still pretty scrawny. Also, he’s a bit on the short size. But 5’7” is okay, I guess. When you’re a cute little girl like me, there’s no sense in having such a big, hunky dude, right? Though I gotta admit that it would be nice to have a dude to really look up to … Maybe with some real muscles?”
That stung. Simon frowned at her. He tried to hold back, but then, it slipped out:
“Maybe you should try working out, once in a while. Then you’ll see how much work this is!”
She was still wearing her headphones, and she spat:
“Yeah, how about you getting off your sorry ass and start working out yourself, fatso!”
Simon shook his head. This was pointless. He was too tired, and having a three-way conversation with one party not even being audible, he put up one hand:
“Okay, I’m heading for the couch. Join me there, will you?”
She made “yeah, yeah” noises and returned to her game.

A little later, as he was relaxing on the sofa, she came to him:
“What was that?”
Ariane seemed quite annoyed.
“What was what?”
Somehow, Simon was more tired now than before.
“You criticizing me live while I’m streaming?”
“I wasn’t criticizing you. I just said that it would be nice to do this.”
“Seriously? Are you saying I’m out of shape? Are you saying I’m ugly?”
“No, no, darling. I … I just thought you could enjoy it with me? I mean, it takes a moment to get used to, but once it becomes routine, it’s …”
She cut him off.
“And get all sweaty and sticky? Bleargh.”
Simon lifted an eyebrow:
“May I remind you of the sweaty stuff you enjoyed?”
“Okay, okay, but that’s different! When we fuck, that’s fun! Working out … that’s just boring! You always do the same thing, and then you feel sore! Where’s the point in that?”
He shrugged his buff shoulders:
“I look better, I feel better, it’s nice? Seriously, you remember what I looked like before. Isn’t it better now?”
She sighed:
“Yeah … Okay, I get what you’re saying … Still, that’s pretty boring and sweaty and it takes forever! I don’t have the discipline for that! Either I get it quick, or I don’t need it!”
He grinned:
“Sorry, Ariane, but there really is no short cut …”
“Bah!”
She got herself a soft drink and asked:
“Want one too?”
He nodded and she plopped herself down on the sofa next to him, handing him the can. He opened it and took a sip.
“Thanks.”
She put a hand on his thigh. It was pretty buff. Then she rested her head on his lap and looked up.
“Your face looks funny like that.”
“You look funny like that.”
“Whatever, Simon.” She took another sip. “You sure got big tits.”
“Those are pecs, Ariane.”
“Look like tits to me.”
“Oh, come on!”
She giggled.
“Seriously, your chest is bigger than mine! If I had one like that, I wouldn’t have any problem getting the views on my stream.”
He sighed. Okay, the idea of her having a bigger chest, with bigger breasts … That had a certain appeal.
“I would like that …”
She grinned and ran her hand over his chest.
“I can see why …”
She felt his cock poking against the back of her head. As she looked at him, she suddenly felt a weird tension in her chest. Not in the middle, but at the sides? It was very confusing. What was happening? The sensation faded after a moment. It had been quite pleasurable, though.
She wondered what it was.
Ariane chuckled:
“I mean, seriously … I recently saw a dude do that pec thing …”
“Pec thing?”
“When you bounce them? Can you do that?”
He blushed. He had to admit that he had learned how to do it a while ago. It had been a personal challenge to him, and he had practiced in front of the mirror. He didn’t want to show off, but …
Simon flexed one pec, then the other. Then back to the first. Then both. It was fun, but also embarrassing. Also, he wasn’t sure, but he felt as if it had become a bit more difficult. Maybe that was just because he was tired …
She grinned:
“Okay, that’s cool! I … wait, let me try …” Ariane focused, and then, her left boob jumped. She raised an eyebrow. “Where did that come from?”
Simon looked pleased:
“I don’t know, but I liked it! Do it again!”
She chuckled:
“Okay … Wait … Let me find the spot, and …”
It jumped again. Then she did the right one. Then the left one again. Then both. She sat up.
“Whoo! Left … right … left … right … both and … wave!”
Her breasts jiggled. She looked at him. The young man was clearly amazed. His eyes were shining with lust and his cock was getting quite hard in his pants. She licked her lips.
“This is fun! Do it in time with me!”
He blushed a bit, but then he sat up straight next to her and wanted to start, but she cut him off:
“Let me count in. Ready … On count of three. One, two, three!”
He did a right flex and she did a left one.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m not doing anything!”
“No, you started with the wrong side!”
She poked his right pec.
“Sorry …”
He was all sheepish.
“Now do it right!”
She got back in position and said:
“One, two, three!”
She flexed her left pec, and it felt perfectly natural and relaxed. She glanced over to him and noticed that Simon’s pec wasn’t moving as smoothly as before. She lifted an eyebrow:
“What was that? That was pathetic!”
“Hey! Stop it.”
“Yeah, yeah, but … where’s the bounce?”
“It’s right there!” Simon tried to flex his pec, but it responded much slower and less intensely than before. He groaned, refocused and tried again. It took him a bit of effort, but then it worked. He was a little confused. Had he overdone it at the gym? But today had been leg day …
He looked at Ariane, and she was merrily bouncing along as if she had never done anything else in her life. Was it just him, or was she getting the hang of it? Her breasts were jumping up and down now, and she appeared to be having perfect control over them. She noticed his curiosity and grinned:
“This is how it’s supposed to look.”
“Wow … You’re a quick learner …”
“I am!” She did another set of bounces, the she got up. “It definitely is a good workout!”
Ariane ran her fingers over the top of her pecs and grinned.
“Is it just me, or did they just get bigger?”
“I … I don’t know? How would that work?”
“I don’t know, but I like it!”
She traced them and said:
“I think you can really see the top of the muscles now …”
“Come on, Ariane, that’s impossible!”
She grinned cheekily:
“Maybe I’m an easy gainer?” She gave her breasts another bounce, then did a wavy motion, letting her newly developed pecs move under her skin. “That’s amazing! I love it! My watchers are going to adore this …” She looked down on him. “Got any other tricks I could learn?”
“Learn? I mean … I don’t even know where you got that from …”
“From you, I guess? Must be a thing, right?”
Simon hesitated. Out of a weird idea, he flexed his own pectorals again. They felt … off? As if the tension in them was gone. What did it mean?
He looked at Ariane, who was clearly eager for more. She called on him:
“Come on, show me another trick!”
He scratched his head. Her newfound enthusiasm was a bit intimidating.
“Maybe … you could try the ab roll? People like to do that, and it feels funny?”
“I’m all for it. If you can do it, it won’t be difficult!”
“Hey!”
“Simon, I don’t want to be insulting, but you practiced that pec bounce stuff for weeks, and I figured it out in five minutes, tops? I guess that makes me a natural. Show me the ab roll!”

[El_Roy_1999]

Butch x Bimbo – Issue 7
I finally managed to set this up. Here’s part seven of our project.
If you feel like supporting us, why not download it and enjoy the story in one big chunk?

Get it here:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1391769

[El_Roy_1999]

A little psycho thriller … available in two versions, English and German.
Also, this is my 200th release! I am amazingly proud! Thank you all for sticking around and reading my stuff!

Regina
Regina lives in a secluded traditional community. One day, she sees a strange woman on the TV: A bodybuilder! Fascinated, she embarks on a strange journey of exploration and transformation …
This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth, breast expansion and identity theft. All characters are at least 18 years old.

The English version is here: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1367434
The German version is here: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1367439

Here’s the English-language preview:

“Dear Alexandra!
My name’s Regina and I’m your biggest fan! It is super awkward for me to write, because I am really not in shape and you are a great bodybuilder, no, you’re the best bodybuilder ever! But I still wanted to write this to you, because I had to tell you. You are awesome! Your muscles are so big and hard … I know that it isn’t quite okay to tell other women that one likes them, but I just had to. When I think of your muscles, I feel all funny.
My family would never understand. They are so strict! Ever since I saw you on TV, I could only think of you. My mother immediately switched the channel.
Bah.
Anyway, I’m writing because I think you are amazing and because you are my idol. If you have time, I’d be really glad for you to reply. But only if you have the time.
Love
Regina”

“Dear Alexandra!
Sadly, I didn’t receive your answer or you didn’t have time to write. That just happens. We don’t have other ways to contact you other than letters because my mother says that it is sinful. I get that, but happily, I have seen a picture of you in a newspaper. I just had to have this!
I snuck out during mass for a moment and I bought the magazine. I took the money from the collection box. My mother takes the money I earn at the shop, so I can’t use that. I believe that the Lord will understand. As soon as I have some money of my own, I will return it. I pinky swear.
Anyway, I hid the magazine under my dress and I could only take it out in the evening. It was a bit sweaty and rumpled, but that is still fine. Your pictures were gorgeous. You wear outfits that I would never dare put on!
And your poses … yes, those are wonderful!
Ah, how I wish I were like you!
Still, I hope you will find the time to write. That would be marvelous! Thank you for the beautiful pictures and good luck!
Love
Regina“

“Dear Alexandra!
I’m starting to think that my mother is intercepting your letters. That would be really sad, because I would love to read them! Lately, she has been very strict with me, and I think that this is because she has found your letters. That was foolish of me. Please send them to the address enclosed instead.
That’s the address of the shop where I work. We shouldn’t have a problem like this.
Also, I have decided to follow your example. I have started to do these exercises in my bedroom when my parents and my sisters have gone to sleep. I have to be very quiet, and once, they almost caught me, but I’m going to manage! You will see, I’ll make some great progress and then, I will send you a picture. You’ll be so proud of me!
I’m really excited about this.
If you have any training advice for a beginner like me, that would be amazing. Please send them as soon as you can. Of course, only if you have the time. I understand if you’re busy.
Best regards and lots of luck
Regina”

“Dear Alexandra!
I’m afraid that my boss is in cahoots with my mother. He certainly told her of your letters and he stole them! This is so mean. For me, this is super hard, because I have to learn everything by myself. Sure, I have several of these fitness magazines and I have managed to assemble some equipment to train with. But of course, I don’t have the proper nutrition. This is going to be really difficult. I can’t just start to eat more, right?
I do have an idea how to make this work anyway: My boss only checks the order lists superficially; he doesn’t care if there’s something that doesn’t belong. If I manage to be careful about it, I can order some of that protein powder, and he pays for it.
So that would be that.
Of course, that’s a sin, but … I think he will understand. I have checked his accounts, and when I look at what he pays for wares and what he sells them for … Let’s put it this way: I’m surprised he lives such a modest life. He wouldn’t have to.
He’s probably just very pious. That’s important, after all, he is one of the three heads of our community, with my mother and the preacher!
Anyway, this should work. I think, I’ll send you a picture of my progress soon.
Best wishes, your devoted

Regina”

“Dear Alexandra!
I did it! I actually managed to sneak out of our neighborhood and I went to the little picture booth. I took a photograph, but it was really disgusting. It smelled as if somebody got very sick. My older sister takes care of the older members of our community, and when she talks about it, this is what I think it smells like. There were a lot of strange people there. They looked all different, and they wore these bizarre outfits. The women too. Two of them talked to me all weirdly. They weren’t wearing anything! Just some strange boots and a suit that looks a bit like the one you’re wearing on your pictures. I would have liked to ask them about the suits, but … they laughed all weirdly.
Of course, I was dressed differently then them. With my stockings, my long dress, my blouse and my headscarf, I looked very different from those sinners. No wonder they were confused.
Anyway, I got into the booth and took pictures. Pictures! That alone is a sin. But I made it even worse. The first ones were just my face, but then I pulled down my dress and my blouse and I took some more pictures so you can see my progress!
I did those exercises from the magazines for weeks, and now they’re getting really easy. They absolutely worked.
You can see it a little.
My arms became quite hard and my bosom is much tighter. And I have this six-pack that everybody is so excited about. I like it a lot. It’s funny to play with it. Of course, I can only do that at night when everybosy is asleep. I hope you like the pictures. You’re my inspiration, the best of the best. I wish I could be like you!
Best regards
Regina”

“Dear Alexandra!
Something terrible happened! I was so happy because of my success, I must have overdone it. Vanity is a sin. I know, I know. Tobias, my boss’ son, found out about the accounts and noticed my orders.
I wanted to deny this, but I couldn’t. Because lying is a sin!
I begged him not to tell my mother and his father. I even prostrated myself in front of him, which is also a thing you shouldn’t do.
He just laughed and said that he would tell them if I did him a favor. I asked him what he wanted, and he told me.
Then I told him that I couldn’t! That would be a sin! And besides, I’m not allowed to do that before marrying, and I am already promised. And not to him!
He said that it wasn’t a problem, because he didn’t want in there anyway.
I looked at him in confusion, and then he told me things I don’t even dare write them. Anyway, I did what he told me. It was … strange? He was very impressed by my … back side and he said he had never seen one like that. I was rather surprised how he even managed to see one, but I didn’t ask. Those are really strange times, I can’t just ask questions! No. He then did those things and he told me that it would be alright.
I am mostly thankful, I have to say. He said it wasn’t sinful. I don’t believe him, but what should I do? Besides, I must admit that I … well … didn’t enjoy it, but I did find it … interesting.
Dear Alexandra, I admire you and a I hope you are proud of what I’m doing for you. I just wish I would receive a letter from you.
All the best
Regina”

“Dear Alexandra!
I keep dreaming of you. Whenever I am sad, when my life isn’t making me happy, when my family or my boss are making me suffer, when Tobias wants to do these things with you, I try to put myself in your place. I hope you don’t mind. I still don’t receive any messages from you, but I think it is alright with you. At least I pray that it is.
Oh, to be like you …
This strength … and the willingness to wear such revealing clothes … Oh … Sadly, this is completely impossible for me. I struggle to hide my strength. When I’m cooking, I always ask my brothers or my father to open the preserves so they don’t notice it. I try to hide myself in general. Before all this, it was automatic, but now that I have to force myself, it feels wrong.
I haven’t confessed these thoughts.
Not to the priest. But to you. You, I trust.
Thank you very much.
Yours, Regina”

“Dear Alexandra!
Something very strange has happened. I was at the photograph bootn outside of our quarter. I wrote about it before. I have to confess that it was my vanity that drove me, and it got me in trouble. Of course.
This is what happened:
I got into the booth and took my pictures, some of my face, and then, I took off the blouse and the dress. I made one of these pieces of clothing from some leftover fabric, I don’t know what it is called. It’s just two triangles on strings. It’s worn over the bosom. You certainly know what it is called. In our community, we only wear undershirts under the blouses.
Anyway, I fumbled with it and then took the pictures. I even tensed them a bit so you can see them well. I think they’re quite nice …
Tobias only ever looks at my posterior, but he still adores it. It is rather large and taut now. The rest of my body has also grown.
And this was the problem. When I tried to put on my blouse again, it got ripped! I was stuck in that booth without my sewing set!
I couldn’t go out, I was trapped. I couldn’t call for help either. That would have been even worse.
So here I was, and I was unable to figure out what to do. If I wasn’t home soon, my family would wonder where I had gone, and then, they would figure it all out! That was unthinkable. I couldn’t run around naked either, could I? I sat in the booth for a few minutes, completely helpless. Then one of the two women I mentioned earlier came over and asked how I was doing. I was rather surprised. She had been so dismissive before! I said nothing tried to be silent, but she kept asking, and then she just peeked inside!
I just wanted to disappear. The shame! The woman was rather surprised, though, and she asked me what was going on. It was such a bizarre situation. She also had such a strange bosom as you do. All round and full … Mine are all tiny and look like little bags. I still couldn’t say a thing, but she told me she wanted to help me.
Then she said that I was ‘pretty fit’. And that I had ‘one heck of a back’. She didn’t say ‘heck’. And a sixpack. She was impressed. I was quite proud in that moment, and it was also terribly embarrassing. It was sin, sin, sin!
However, the strange woman understood what the problem was, and she left. She came back with a sewing kit. She watched me as I patched up the blouse and nodded admiringly. Then she gave me my photographs and told me to let her know if I ever looked for work.
Work?
What kind of work might she do?
I left quickly. Now I’m safely back home, and I hope you like the photographs. I still have a long way to go, but I think we are getting closer …
Best wishes
Regina”

[El_Roy_1999]

I’ll probably end up eventually doing all the Grimm’s fairy tales, so here’s another!

Greta
A retelling of the classic tale everybody knows, but with a musclebound twist. In the depths of winter, as hunger sweeps the land, Greta sees no other choice than to leave her parents so they can survive. Happily, she discovers a gingerbread house in the woods … This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth, breast expansion and height growth. All characters are at least 18 years old.

Get it here:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1362265

The sample:
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there was a poor farmer who worked his hands to the bone to pay the taxes the duke requested. It hadn’t always been this way. The old duke had been a kind man who had lived a simple life, for a monarch, of course, but the young one was a proud and pompous man, who spent his serfs’ taxes on a lavish castle, on jewelry and on holding court with plenty of leeches. He was an avid hunter and forbade the peasants the use of the woods entirely, on account of them, as he put it, scaring the animals.

He also loved to go to war, and took every little provocation as an opportunity to assemble his men and fight his neighbors. The priests told the serfs to pray for their lord’s victory, but more than one hand’s fingers were crossed behind their backs as they did so.

Those were bad times, and hunger loomed over the duchy.

The poor farmer knew that the coming winter would be difficult. He had married off his sons and daughters and had grown old with his wife. However, in her forty-fifth year, she gave birth to one more daughter. It was a time of woe for the family. The child was pale and sickly and they had little faith that she would survive the first months, but the girl prevailed.

Greta, as she was christened, was a clever, yet weak child. She could do spinning and needlepoint, and she was rather good at it, but she lacked the strength and toughness to work the fields with her parents. Even as a young child, she could barely help harvesting the corn.

Of course, the other farmers didn’t want her for their sons. Even if her parents were to die soon, the prospect of taking over the poor and unkempt farm and not having a wife able to work on it was daunting. Finally, the small and gangly girl was seen as too weak to ever bear any children.

Then came the winter, and it was terrible. It was long and hard, and the cold seeped into the inside of the cottage, the farmer desperately using what firewood he could use to keep the kitchen warm. Greta had reached her eighteenth birthday now, and she was as weak as ever. The harvest had been bad and it was obvious that they wouldn’t last through the winter. There simply wasn’t enough food for three.

One night, as her parents had gone to sleep on the oven, huddled together under their blankets, Greta took her decision. As they say, one can always find something better than death, and she took her amulet of St. Blaise, her cape and her coat and headed out into the darkness.

Outside, the wind was blowing briskly and the snow was shining in the moonlight. She was shivering and as she walked into the woods to the main road, she understood that she had made a mistake. She turned around to go back to the cottage, but the path had disappeared in the snow drifts. She was beginning to despair when she suddenly spotted a light in the darkness. She strode through the snow, her thin legs shivering. She felt numb and cold and she was well aware that she had to reach the fire soon, or else, she would die.

Just as the cold started to go away and she began to lose the sensation in her legs, she stumbled into a small clearing she had never seen before.

In it, she saw a strange little cottage. Its walls were built of gingerbread, its roof was decorated with cake and its window panes were made of sugar. At first, Greta thought she was dreaming, but then, she decided to approach it. She could see a warm fire dancing in the house’s windows and so, she knocked on the door made of cookies.

Just then, she remembered the tales of a witch in the woods her mother had told her, but what else should she do now?

The door opened and the warmth made the ice on Greta’s cheeks melt. There was a very small, woman, wrapped in a thick shawl that ushered her inside without much talk. Greta complied and soon found herself sitting by the oven, the cold slowly leaving her body as she drank an infusion of rose hip and chamomile. The old woman was massaging life back into the girl’s feet and she asked:

“What on Earth have you been doing outside in such a cold night, dear?”

Greta hesitated, but then she said:

“I ran away from home. My parents are running out of food and I hope they will get through the winter like that.”

The old woman’s strong, thin hands continued their treatment, and she said:

“That is very brave, my child. You did right.”

“I did? I was afraid …”

“Oh, to be afraid is fine, but one needs to conquer one’s fear.”

The woman’s hands went up to Greta’s stick-thin calves. The girl sighed, the woman’s gnarled hands bringing her legs back to life.

“I am sorry I am causing you trouble …”

“No, no, you are welcome here. I am so alone in these woods … By the way, dear, are you hungry?”

The girl wanted to shake her head, but she was interrupted by a mighty growl of her stomach. The old woman chuckled:

“Ah, there’s no denying it. I will cook you something nice. We’ve got to get some meat on those bones, don’t we?”

Greta nodded, relieved. The warmth of the oven was wonderful.

“But Mother, how may I ever repay you?”

“You don’t. Unless you would want to help me with the housekeeping? I am not as strong as I was before, and there is so much to do …”

“Mother, I am sadly weak, but I will do my best to help you!”

“Yes, yes, all in due time …”

The old woman quickly prepared a thick broth and gave it to the girl. Great eagerly devoured the food and she decided that this was as close to heaven as one could get on this sad earth.

As she finished, scraping the last bits from the stoneware, she asked:

“But Mother, aren’t you eating some too?”

The old woman smiled, her teeth shining in the light of the fire:

“No, not yet, don’t worry. At my age, one’s not such a big eater …”

Greta soon started working at the old woman’s house. There were many tasks to do, despite her weakness. She cooked and cleaned and scrubbed the pots and smaller cauldrons. She also sharpened the knives and spun and weaved with the old woman. The kitchen was well-equipped, much better than her mother’s had been, but there was one piece that fascinated her. In the back stood a gigantic cauldron, massive and heavy, and she wondered what kind of dish one could prepare in such a monster …

Every day, the old woman would serve her a wonderful meal, and on Saturdays, there would even be two! Greta was fascinated. The old woman seemed to have an endless stash of delicious, strange plants in her cellar, as well as dried meat, cheese and all kinds of sweet treats. For Greta, these were wonderful days. The winter was still as cold as before, but in the gingerbread cottage, it was warm and wonderful. Life was good, and the young woman grew stronger every day.

It took her a while to notice the changes, but one day, she saw her reflection in one of the window panes, and she almost didn’t recognize herself. Somehow, her face had lost its gaunt thinness. Instead, it looked cheerful and healthy, with rosy cheeks. Even her lips had gained some color, and her hair was full and strong now.

Blushing, she turned a bit and looked at herself. She had noticed that her bodice had grown a bit tighter lately, and while she was still slim, she had somehow developed a chest that, well, could probably entice a young man to do a double-take. If anything, she was turning healthier and happier every day. The old woman watched her intently. She was clearly happy for her, and spent the evenings teaching her strange secrets. Also, whenever Greta felt a pang of hunger, the old woman would offer her some of the food. It was heavenly!

As spring came, the old woman went into the forest with her and gathered herbs which she dried or used to brew strange potions. She grew plants which Greta had never seen before in the little garden behind the house, and somehow those were always plentiful.

For Greta, these were wonderful weeks and months. She worked hard, yes, but she never thought that the old woman was pushing her too hard, making her wear her hands to the bone. Instead, the crone would feed her well and always charge her with tasks she felt she could fulfill. She would gather her strength slowly and it was as if her malnourished body was flowering. When the snows had thawed and the woods turned into morass, she would set out in thick woven galoshes to gather wood, mushrooms and certain early herbs. She never thought she would be able to do this with such an ease! Working the fields with her parents had been terribly exhausting, but now, she was taking big strides through the spring woods, the sun was shining, the birds were singing and the whole forest was budding and growing after the long and grey winter.

It was the same for her. On her first outings, she carried with her a knife to cut things free, stumbling through the mud. A while later, she was surprised to find herself bringing along a hatchet and to walk purposefully through the muck.

During these days, Greta was sometimes in pain in her arms and legs and the old woman would chuckle and tell her:

“Oh, my little one, you’re growing! It is only natural. Your body was so deprived of food when you came here, it held back on all those things that it deemed unnecessary. But now that you’re well-fed, it catches up.”

“But Mother, why does it hurt so much?”

“It’s your bones, girl. They stretch and they pull the rest of you along. Don’t worry. You’re getting taller, but you will get used to it. And soon, my dear, your body will fill that frame accordingly.”

These words left Greta a bit nervous. The old woman was always friendly, though often stern and strict, but occasionally, she would give her this strange, almost lustful stare that confused the young girl.

When the pain abated, she was impressed, though. As the May sun dried the forest floor, she found herself having grown a good three inches, now towering over the little woman. She had soon reached the height of five and a half feet and the old woman looked up to her with her strange smile. That was another strange thing: For someone living in a gingerbread house with sugar window panes, she certainly had the hardest teeth! The few times Greta saw the ancient woman eat, she would sink her teeth into dry bread, raw vegetables or dried meat, and she would easily tear it apart with strong bites. Her own mother’s life had left her mostly toothless, but this ancient woman was able to gnaw through the hardest foodstuffs with ease.

Overall, it was impressive to witness just how strong the old woman was. She was tiny and wiry, but her muscles were honed by a lifetime of hard work. She would occasionally retreat to the nearby hills and once, Greta decided to follow her in secret. The place was strange. The smell of sulfur was eyewatering, and the old woman had done her best to keep her privacy, setting up skulls of all shapes, sizes and proveniences on stakes around the hill. The whole area had a grim, intimidating feeling about it.

Greta had to harness all of her courage to follow the ancient woman further. The smell got worse and worse. The young woman had to crawl through the shrubs and thorns to pursue her hostess discreetly. When she reached a cleft in the hill, she saw the old woman down below, slipping out of the layers of clothes she covered herself with. Then she climbed into a hot spring that had formed in the cleft. Greta was quite shocked by what she saw. The ancient woman was rail-thin, but her pale bones were wrapped with slim, hard muscle. There was barely any fat on her body save for a swollen belly, her deflated breasts resting on it. The woman moaned as she sank into the water and looked up. Greta barely managed to slip out of sight, then headed home quickly. What she had just seen had shocked her. There was an impression she couldn’t shake … Had she seen some kind of shade in the darkness of the cleft? A man, perhaps? She was starting to feel a tad uncomfortable.

[El_Roy_1999]

A super-soldier story with muscle growth, moral degradation and incest? What’s not to love, fellow perverts?

The Volunteer
Dishonorably discharged, Sergeant Major Amira Khan finds herself looking for an opportunity to redeem herself. To her surprise, some agency is interested in using her as a guinea pig for an experiment to improve soldiers’ fitness. The test turns out to do way more than that … This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth and incest. All characters are at least 18 years old.

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“Sergeant Major Khan, you had the opportunity of saving your commanding officer, and you didn’t do that. Care to explain why?”

The prosecutor looked at Amina with barely concealed disdain. It was understandable, in a way. Captain Ramirez had been very popular, a bit of a pop star, and the “face” of the force. And now he was dead. The problem was, Ramirez had also turned into a fool over time. They should have kept him on PR tours and not bring him back into the field. Still, Amira wasn’t going to win this by ruining the man’s memory.

“Ma’am, I was evacuating the civilian hostages with the squad. Captain Ramirez offered to cover our retreat, and I assumed he … knew the risk he was taking.”

The prosecutor didn’t seem impressed by this. Amira thought about maybe telling the whole truth, about the man suddenly switching between grandiose posturing and panicked screaming, but decided not to. She’d have to take the blame for this for the good of the force. They could always use a hero.

Three hours later, the proceedings were over. The dark-skinned Asian woman sat at the desk, still in shock. She had assumed they would just give her a slap on the wrist in exchange for preserving their golden boy, but now, she was dishonorably discharged! Her defendant had mumbled some bizarre excuses and her daughter Chloe had started to cry. Amina just breathed, trying to manage her anger and frustration. Slowly, the whole catastrophe dawned on her. They were going to lose her income, their home and basically everything that supported her identity. She had been an army brat herself, and it had always been clear that she would be a soldier, defending her country. She shook her head in disbelief.

How could they do this to her?

She hit the desk with her fist, just happy to feel the pain. Then she sighed. She was stuck, wasn’t she? Sure, she could still go for a retrial and so on, but the damage was done.

With a groan, she got up and left. So much for that. Maybe there would be someone willing to pay for a disgraced NCO in her forties with a bad shoulder …

Outside, she told Chloe to get the car and wait for her, then she walked down the corridor slowly, still trying to manage her feelings. Suddenly, she was aware of a man watching her. He was wearing the most nondescript suit ever and looked terrifyingly bland. She was used to being quick on the uptake and she had made it a habit of trying to remember people she met, but this one would be tough. The hair color could be anything from dark blond to black, and the face lacked any distinguishing feature. His look was intense, though. She turned to him, hat still in hand.

“Yes? What do you want? If you’re here to insult me, now is not the time.”

The man smiled:

“No, Sergeant Major, it’s not my intention to get on your bad side. Instead, I would like to offer you a job.”

“You’re from one of those PMCs? I’m not interested. I don’t fight for money.”

“I assure you, I work for the government. Not for the more public agencies, though.”

She rubbed her temples.

“I don’t do wetworks either.”

The man chuckled:

“You always assume the worst of your others, don’t you?”

“It has been my experience that nothing good ever came from a suit.”

“Ah, you’re divorced, aren’t you?”

Now it was up to her to grin:

“Okay, you’ll have to tell me about that job now, Mister …”

“Just call me Jack.”

“As in ‘you don’t know Jack’?”

He grinned:

“That is correct, Sergeant Major.”

“Go ahead, then.”

“Mom, where are we going? This is really in the sticks!”

“Chloe, it’s a job and since your deadbeat dad won’t pay alimony, I can’t afford to house you anywhere else.”

“But couldn’t you at least find something normal? Or maybe at a place that’s not in the middle of nowhere?”

Chloe was deeply unhappy. Moving from one army base to the next was one thing, but at least, there used to be some towns close by. This new place was just endless swamplands. It was depressing to look at.

“Look, I just need to do this, and when everything is done, I get a big bonus and we can buy a house in a normal place. It’s just half a year of this, and then, everything will be fine. You’ll see. Also, this Jack said he could maybe get the discharge overturned. You just gotta trust me.”

“It’s still shitty to waste my life on this place.”

Jack waited for her at the main building of the base. Amira had left Chloe to deal with the whole settling down business, to which the teenager had grumblingly agreed. Now it was time to hear the details of this whole project. Jack greeted her and then turned to present the base commander, Brigadier General Colleen Simmons. The officer was a rather plump-looking woman with a greying crew-cut, and she didn’t seem all too happy to see Amira. The sergeant major saluted:

“Brigadier General, I am thankful to be here, ma’am!”

“Welcome, Sergeant Major. Let’s hope you will perform better than at your previous post.”

“Ma’am, I will do everything I can, ma’am!”

“Jack, please take care of this. I find it very hard to accept this.”

“Of course, ma’am. I’ll just take the sergeant major to the lab.”

There was more saluting, then they were on the way. As they walked, Amira asked:

“Okay, I’m here, we’re on our own, explain to me why you picked me.”

“Well, it’s actually quite easy. We’re developing a special performance-enhancing drug to support our military personnel in the field. Our scientists have determined that you are the perfect cultivator for it.”

“What does that mean?”

“Your organism is able to absorb the initial drug and transform it into a product that can be used by anyone. At least, that’s the working theory. We’ll test it, and when it works out, we’ll use tissue taken from you to produce more of the stuff. But we need it to work on you.”

“And what does it do?”

“Think of it as a steroid. It should make you stronger, tougher, faster and quicker when reacting to threats.”

“Wow. That actually sounds like useful research.” She smirked: “Any side-effects I should know of?”

“That is what we’re going to find out. But rest assured, we have only the best medical care for you.”

“Well then. Let’s just hope it’ll go well …”

The scientist recorded her measurements in the computer.

“Arms, 16”, chest, 37”, waist, 26”, hips, 39”, thighs, 23”, calves, 14”. Pretty buff, ma’am.”

“Thank you.” Amina gave her an amused smile. She did enjoy working out a lot, and even though the trial had taken its toll on her, she hadn’t stopped to train. It helped take her mind off her troubles in a way.

The scientist smiled:

“Alright, now let’s get you your first dose.” She swabbed down Amira’s exposed butt and added: “It’s probably going to hurt a bit, but not for long …”

The needle went in. Amira hissed as the pain got more intense. It burned pretty badly.

“There you are. Now please eat these meals, and then it’s time to get you to train.”

The sergeant major nodded and tried the food. Yuck. Compared to that stuff, a MRE was delicious! Well, that was the price to pay. As soon as she had downed it, the scientist told her:

“Let’s get you hooked up, and then you can train.”

A few minutes later, Amira found herself in a state-of-the-art gym, equipped with all the best machines and weights. She was impressed. She had no idea what kind of a giant person would even be able to use some of these. Still, once the various sensors had been stuck to her skin, she was ready to pump!

She came home much later, feeling sore all over. Chloe was all grumbly. Apparently, she had cooked dinner as an offering of peace, and Amira had taken forever to show up. The food was cold and her mother was way too exhausted to eat much. Instead, she just dropped on the barely unwrapped couch and fell asleep. After a moment of being angry, Chloe just sighed, got her a blanket and tucked her in. This place was shitty, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t support her mom.

She put the food in the fridge and hoped tomorrow would be better.

Amira woke up the next day, and she felt incredible. She couldn’t explain it, but she was bristling with energy! She literally jumped to her feet and just out of pure enthusiasm, she dropped down and pumped out fifteen one-handed push-ups with each hand. She did them nice and slow, enjoying the tension, and it didn’t even feel that hard.

Once that was done, she went on a quick run and did a five-minute-mile without breaking much of a sweat. As she returned, she was elated. If it was that drug that did it, then she wanted more of it!

Happily, the scientists were eager to oblige. They had her sit down, and then carefully took her parameters, jotting down any changes. The lady scientist in charge of the project got very close to her and insisted on another round of measurements. Amira raised an eyebrow:

“Are you sure that there will be some change already, Doc?”

The woman in the white coat shrugged and smiled:

“In science, it always pays to have more data.”

“If you say so, Doc.”

“But you’re looking fine like that. I think we can give you the next injection.”

“And the next disgusting meal?”

“Only the worst for you, Sergeant Major.”

Half an hour later, Amira was hitting the gym, pumping out reps on her previous maximum. That was some sensation! She had never expected that drug to work so quickly … The scientist kept looking intensely at her eagerly recording all the various measurements the different instruments spat out. As Amira finished a particularly strenuous set on the chest fly machine, she shot the other woman a relieved smile. To her surprise, the scientist blushed up to her ears. Amira hesitated. Clearly, she was conveying something that she hadn’t planned to …

She had to admit, though, that the power she was feeling was exciting. In two days, she had pushed her own maximum quite a bit forward, and she wondered just how far this drug would get her. She grunted as she forced the machine’s arms together again. Fuck! This was one fascinating sensation … She felt that she was getting hot quickly. Amira closed her eyes to focus. She couldn’t just orgasm right here, could she?

The moment the whole measuring equipment was removed from her aching body, she stormed to the showers and locked them behind her. Then she disappeared into a stall and turned on the water to hide the noises. Her fingers sank downwards, rubbing touching her heavy, pumped chest, tracing her bulging abs, and then gently parting her lips. Just touching herself like this, the warm water flowing over her strong back … It was incredible. She rubbed herself eagerly, exploring her aching pussy. Amira had always felt good in her skin, but now, she was really enjoying this. She moaned loudly, then caught herself, hoping nobody heard that.

When she came home, Chloe tried to immediately direct her to the dinner table, and Amira actually managed to last through parts of the meal before slumping over her dish and snoring loudly. Her daughter wasn’t sure of what to make of this. Normally, her mother was full of energy, and even when she came home from long, exhausting maneuvers, she would have the strength to at least pretend to be awake. Now her mother was snoring, producing little mumbles in her sleep.

With a sigh, Chloe cleaned the table and moved her dozing mother to the couch, grunting with effort. Was it just her, or had Amira gotten heavier? She tried to hoist her on the sofa, but when that failed, she just let her sleep on the floor, just putting a pillow under her head and covering her with a blanket.

A week later, Amira was back at the lab. The experiment was going perfectly and she was brimming with power. She had started her day with three twin sets of single-handed pullups, and she had managed to do them nice, slow and precisely. Then she had sprinted through her mile, not even bothering to fall into the usual quick trot. She had just powered through the whole distance, and when that hadn’t been enough, she had just hit the obstacle course, racing it with perfect ease. She really had to stop herself from going too fast for fear of launching herself into an area where she might get hurt.

Now she was doing barbell curls, strapped up with all the wires and sensors the scientists loved. She was somehow curling 160 pounds, which was an absolutely outrageous mass. Whenever the weight moved up, her biceps tightened into a baseball-sized clump of brutal muscle and she groaned. These workouts were turning her on incredibly. She looked over at Margaret. The scientist had measured her beforehand, and feeling her soft fingers on her own hard skin was heavenly.

She still heard those numbers as Margaret called them out:

“Arms, 19”, chest, 41”, waist, 27”, hips, 43”, thighs, 27”, calves, 16”. You’re getting huge … Amira …”

The blonde licked her lips, then swallowed. Amira’s sweaty body was bulging with muscle now, and she had just received a new set of clothes. She hadn’t put it on yet, and so, her tank top was clinging to her heavy, pumped muscles.

At last, the training was over and Margaret wiped the sweat from the cables. Amira stretched, showing off her broad chest and massive lats.

“I’m going to hit the showers …”

“You do that. Yes …”

“I’ve been having trouble washing my back lately … I think I might be getting a bit too big for that.”

“Oh … That sounds … impractical.”

“I wish I could get help …”

“Uh …” The scientist hesitated, and looked after Amira as she walked to the showers.

[El_Roy_1999]

A story that is a bit more outside the norm but I enjoyed writing it a lot, coming up with the strange alien biology …
Also, if you like cheeky older women, you will be very happy.

Exogenesis
Rick Hunter is excited to be able to work with the famous Amanda Presley on her newest project to analyze the effects a meteor strike had on the fauna and flora of the desert. The place is well-isolated to prevent any contamination. Or is it …
This work of erotic fiction contains female muscle growth (FMG), breast expansion, height growth and age regression. All characters are over 18 years old.

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Here’s the sample:

The road just went on straight ahead through the empty land. Rick Hunter saw some gnarled trees, a few bushes and some rocks pass by. The place was desolate. In the background, giant mountains rose against the blue, cloudless sky. The whole area had a kind of pristine beauty to it. Even though someone had built this road at some point, it felt like an intrusion into a wide field of untouched nature. Also, nobody had felt the need to maintain the road more than necessary and the patches of tarmac that covered the potholes still made his bike shake. He rode his hog with confidence, but he was starting to get a bit worried. He had driven out of the registered roads a while ago. This lane was not on the map.

He wondered how much money or government help one needed to have to get the service providers to just forget about you. The project was a bit mysterious, he had to admit. Zorcorp was a major conglomerate that produced all kinds of industry machines and specialized plastics and alloys. It wasn’t clear to him why they would need a biologist. He smiled. Maybe it was just one of the managers who wanted to date him. It happened. Rick was rather good-looking and hunky, and the departments he worked for had usually asked him to talk to any possible female sponsors. He rolled his eyes whenever that happened, but it worked …

It was a bit difficult for him. He had his scientific merits, but in this country, getting third party funding was everything, so everybody worked with what they had.

Suddenly, he saw something appear on the horizon. It was a high steel fence that locked off a massive area at the end of the road.

Rick stopped his bike and looked at it. Okay, this was starting to look a bit suspicious. There were watchtowers, and he saw some men in uniforms on patrol. He was quite sure they had already spotted him, so he drove closer carefully. He didn’t want to cause a disturbance. As he approached the fence, which was made of massive steel rails, one of the guards raised his hand to stop him while two others readied their guns. This was clearly serious business.

He stopped the bike and carefully raised his hands.

One of the men asked:

“Good day, sir. Who are you and what are you doing here?”

“Hello. My name’s Rick Hunter and I was invited here by Zorcorp as a researcher. May I show you my paperwork?”

The men nodded, but were clearly careful as he reached into his biker jacket. He noticed that those were not military, but rather Zorcorp agents.

The man took his documents and looked at them. He had Rick take off his helmet and carefully examined him, then said:

“Alright. Go on in. Drive to the container on the right and go to Doctor Presley’s office.”

“Presley? As in Amanda Presley?”

“That’s right, sir.”

“Wow. Okay …” Rick was surprised and impressed. Amanda Presley was one of the most brilliant minds in evolutionary biology. Working with her would be a tremendous honor! He had read quite a few excellent articles by her, and most of her books. Maybe this whole business would end up being quite enlightening! “I’ll get to it right away.”

“Alright, sir. Have a nice stay.”

“You too.”

The moment his words left his mouth, Rick groaned internally. It always got him that way. Still, what was done was done. He drove on and stopped his bike under a roofed parking lot. He was surprised. The company had set up a kind of little town made of containers, but the whole place was also camouflaged from above. The sun shone through the small slits in the camo netting above the roads, which were much better maintained. He wondered what the whole thing looked like from above. Then he headed for the container.

He knocked on the door. It opened and a tiny old woman with a rather large gut stared at him from below. Her hair was stuck under a kind of cap and he could see frizzy white hair poke out from under it. She wore thick glasses and had a lab coat on. She stared at his midsection, then slowly looked up.

“Yes?”

“Uh … My name’s Rick Hunter, and I’m looking for Doctor Presley.”

“You are?”

“I am. Where is she? I was hired to assist her.”

“You’re big.”

“Mhm. Yes. I get that a lot. What about Doctor Presley?”

“You haven’t seen her?”

He was losing patience with that hag.

“No, I haven’t. Have you seen her?”

“Not since the morning, no. It’s sad really.”

“What is sad? Did something happen to her?”

The old woman smiled at him. Her weird teeth showed between her ruined gums.

“Are you worried about her?”

“Look … Yes! Of course, I am. She is a brilliant scientist and I hope to learn a lot by assisting her.”

“Yes, she is rather brilliant. People say that about her.”

“Okay, wonderful, but … where is she?”

Just then, a lab assistant walked up to the container, passed him and said:

“I have the reagents you asked for, Doctor.”

“Thank you, Camille.”

Rick groaned.

“Did you seriously just pull an Obi-Wan on me, Doctor?”

She chuckled:

“I was rather thinking of the Sun Wukong and the Buddha, but very well. Now come on in, there’s a lot to do.”

An hour later, Rick was amazed. The information she had given him seriously shocked him. Apparently, a few months ago, a meteorite had entered the atmosphere and fragmented. The largest chunk had landed here and blown a massive crater into the ground. Zorcorp had quickly reached an agreement with the government that they could recover the meteorite and analyze it. Two weeks later, the scientists charged with the recovery had found that it contained biological matter of extraterrestrial origin and the management had brought Doctor Presley in to lead further investigations. The material had entered the topsoil and produced a series of fungi. As a result, the whole place had been cordoned off and placed under a kind of large tent to prevent further spreading of whatever it was. Also, the air closer to the meteorite seemed to be rather toxic, having caused several lab animals to quickly develop breathing difficulties when exposed.

The current objective of their research was to obtain samples of the various lifeforms that had developed around the meteorite and to analyze them. It was obviously incredible to have actual extraterrestrial lifeforms to study.

As she spoke, Rick was getting more and more excited. This was a dream come true. It was even better when the doctor declared that she had read his papers and not only approved of them, but also found them to be very promising.

“I can’t wait to see it!”

The old woman nodded:

“Then let’s get you suited up, shall we? I’m sure your butt will look tremendous in a biohazard suit.”

He stared at her, unsure of whether she really said that. She just smiled a strange and rather disgusting smile and walked slowly and clumsily to the door.

“Come on.”

He followed her quickly.

Half an hour later, they were suited up in bright yellow plastic suits, complete with breathing apparatus and rubber boots. The old woman explained:

“The company is very anxious that everything is safe because they don’t want to get in trouble with the government, so they make us wear these condoms.” Rick blinked again at the way she spoke. “We should be safe, though. The air is breathable as long as you don’t go too close, and so far, we haven’t found anything actually hazardous. It’s more a question of preventing a further spread of the biological samples in there.”

“Alright.”

They entered the airlock and soon, they were inside the bubble. The place was strange. The enclosure made the air warm and stagnant, and it was all very wet. Rick could see pearls of moisture form on his suit. It was all rather foggy and slippery. The crater loomed ahead of them and the doctor lead the way, carefully walking along a trail of thick plastic netting to prevent people from slipping. Rick offered her his hand, but she just pushed it away firmly and said:

“It’s fine. I may be ninety-five years old, but that doesn’t mean I am infirm!”

Then they reached the side of the crater and Rick was impressed. The hole in the ground was large and deep. At its center, a strange tree was growing, surrounded by clusters of what could best be described as mushrooms. It was an odd thing to see. The tree was purple and blue, with bizarre polygonal openings in it, like beehives, but much more irregular. In each hole, there was some bright blue tendril that was extending and receding a few inches in a regular rhythm, as if the thing were breathing. Rick felt a strange feeling of terror and disgust wash over him, but at the same time, he was deeply curious. This thing was some twelve feet tall and spreading out into cloud-like shapes. The mushrooms were just as odd, having formed into oversized polyhedrons that changed their colors as he watched. There was a faint buzzing or singing sound in the air. Rick turned to the doctor:

“Ma’am, this is incredible.”

“It is, it is. Come with me. I want to take some samples of the bark of the tree. It has changed again since yesterday.”

“Wow.”

He followed her down some robust metal ladders, then they progressed towards the tree. Suddenly, Doctor Presley held out her hand:

“Now you can help me, Mister Hunter.”

“Of course, Ma’am.”

He took her hand and guided her to the tree. The closer they got, the louder the humming sound got. It was rather disconcerting. She handed him a sample box and said:

“I’ll scrape off a bit and you’ll catch it.”

“But Ma’am, shouldn’t I …”

“Please. Do as I say.”

She pulled out a knife and sliced carefully into the bark. A stream of sap ran from the “wound”. She lifted the bark off and broke it from the tree. As she did, a sliver sprang from the piece and hit her in the thigh. She twitched.

“Ow.”

“What happened, Ma’am?”

“It’s fine. I am getting a little old. The container, please!”

He held it out and she dropped the piece of bark into it. Then he closed it down. She nodded:

“Well done. Let’s head back. I can’t wait to see what there is to discover!”

Back at the airlock, Doctor Presley carefully removed the suit and put it in the disposal box. She made a sign to Rick to do the same. As he got out of the suit, she chanced a look at him and smiled, a little embarrassed by her thoughts. He was quite the man, she had to admit. If she were half her age …

“I’d still be forty-eight …”, she whispered to herself.

Rick turned to her:

“Ma’am, may I help you?”

She shook her head, hiding her blush.

“No, thanks, everything is alright. I am beyond help.”

He didn’t comment any further and went to the connected showers. She tried to get another look, and breathed out sharply. Maybe a quarter her age?

As she examined herself, she saw a tiny cut on her leg.

“Fuck …”

She couldn’t tell them, could she? If they knew she was hurt, they’d start doting on her and get her out of field work. Then all she could do was sit in a lab all day and even there, they would find a way to push her into an office. No. For now, this had to stay a little secret. Besides, this was just a small scratch. Nothing to worry about. It had barely drawn blood. She doubted there’d been much contamination. Besides, it’ll wash out easily enough. Doctor Presley had always prided herself of her strong health and good immune system. She wasn’t going to doubt it now.

Instead, she grabbed her things and went to the shower. Hopefully, the big man left her some hot water!

The next morning, she awoke in a thoroughly crumpled bed. She must have tossed and turned all night, which was unusual. Most nights, she slept very still, very calmly, only getting up once or twice to relieve herself. Tonight, she had slept well, and as she examined her blankets, she realized that there had been no mishap. She smiled, relieved. Problems were to be expected, and the assistant the company provided to her was used to dealing with such things, but not having difficulties was welcome!

She sat up carefully.

Then she realized that her back wasn’t hurting as much as usual. It was still aching, but nothing compared to the “traditional” problems she had been facing over the last twenty years or so.

Very well. Maybe having a young man like this around motivated her body to do what it was supposed to do. She inserted her dentures and walked over to the bathroom. Let’s see where this would take her …

Three days later, she had to admit that this was probably not caused by having a young, handsome man around. It was still nice. She would sneak peaks whenever she could, and she would flirt with him in the strange, almost grotesque way of little old ladies. He took it in good humor, even if some of her innuendo seemed to shock him. Doctor Presley was a little surprised. She had thought that a big, handsome guy like him would be used to these kinds of comments, and that he would be confident enough to take it.

She didn’t want to hurt him. After all, she was growing quite fond of him, and he was a good and disciplined worker too.

Her “regeneration”, for lack of a better word, was confusing her, though. She found it easy to walk now, her bones somehow recovering their density and their structure. Her muscle tone had also returned, albeit sparsely, and her pains had mostly disappeared.

All this made her work much easier. She could now stand in the lab for hours without problems. As she was preparing newly collected samples from the zone for analysis, Rick came in, carrying the current cultures with him. He smiled at her:

“Ma’am, you look much better today.”

“Mister Hunter, you always look amazing!”

He chuckled, not sure of how to deal with this. She finished the set and stretched. To her wonder, there was none of the usual creaking and crackling. Instead, she just felt … better.

“You are right, though. I have been feeling way better lately. Must be your good influence. Or they switched something up at the cantina.”

He smirked:

“It still isn’t very good.”

“No, it isn’t. One would assume that an international conglomerate like Zorcorp would be able to find a good cook somewhere …”

“It is okay. I’ve had worse cooking.”

“You met my husband?”

He gave her a confused look.

“What?”

“Sorry. I was joking. While being a lauded chemist, he still was completely unable to follow a recipe and produce something edible. He’s been dead for fifteen years, but his attempts at lasagna are still remembered with fond horror.”

Rick looked back at his samples. This woman was so strange …

They worked in silence for a while. Suddenly, Rick noticed that Doctor Presley was having trouble breathing. He looked over to her. She was still standing there, but there was a strange, wheezing sound whenever she breathed in.

“Ma’am, are you okay?”

He stepped over to her just as she collapsed. Instinctively, he caught her in his arms and prevented her from hitting the floor. Cradling her in his arms, he realized just how light and frail she was.

“Ma’am, what’s going on?”

She struggled to breathe, and couldn’t even answer.

Doctor Presley’s mind was racing as her assistant ran to the infirmary. Why was she having trouble breathing? Up until now, her health had been improving, and now, there was this sudden crash … She hesitated to accept it, but what if she had really gotten “infected” when she had hurt herself in the zone?

It was possible, after all. The wound had closed within a day, but there was this strange improvement …

Rick burst through the infirmary door and in no time, she was hooked up to monitors and had a mask on her face to provide her with extra oxygen. To her mounting panic, this didn’t improve things. She rested on the bed and did her best to breathe.

As the nurse left the room to fetch a doctor, she made up her mind and looked at her assistant.

“Mister Hunter, there’s something I have to tell you!”

He was surprised by this, but eager to listen. He was unsure of what was going to happen, she was an old woman, and she was in trouble. If those were her final words, it was up to him to hear them and tell them to her family. He took her hand to comfort her.

“I am here, ma’am. What is it?”

“Mister Hunter … I …” She wheezed. “I’m afraid I have hidden something from you. On our first day, I hurt myself and I’m afraid I got infected with whatever strange lifeform is developing from that meteorite.”

He stared at her.

“Do you think you this is what is poisoning you?”

“No … I don’t think it is malign.” She took another deep breath, trying to force some oxygen in her lungs, but it seemed to only make things worse. “Over the last days, I have improved tremendously. I think that this is changing me, but not in a bad way. It is unfortunate, but I seem to have turned myself into a guinea pig.”

He was shocked and held her hand tightly.

“But … are you going to die?”

[El_Roy_1999]

The final part of the Old Soul, Young Flesh storyline is here!
It’s a rather epic story about an ancient woman stealing a young bodybuilder’s body through a magic ritual. However, deals with forces beyond human comprehension rarely work out the way one wants!

The Soul’s Liberation
This is the final part of Old Soul, Young Flesh. It’s the continuation of The Old Soul’s Confession. Mrs. Kane has managed to rid herself of the girl whose body she stole. However, her victim is slowly resurfacing, gathering her strength to free herself …
This work of erotic fiction contains female muscle growth (FMG), breast expansion and body switching. All characters are over 18 years old.

Get it here:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1315577

The previous parts can be found here:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/997743

and here:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1139279

Here’s the preview:

The Witch
My hands feel like a glove. All those years, and I finally start to feel alienated by this body … It’s far from my first, and yet, here I am. I can barely remember my first life, but I am quite certain I never felt my own body to seem foreign.
When I don’t think about it, it’s not a problem. Most of the time, my body is my body, and it obeys my thoughts without any strange sensation.
The difficulties start the moment I think about it. It’s like realizing that your tongue is somehow resting in your mouth without lying on the “floor”, whatever it may be called. From that moment on, you seem compelled to constantly check on it, to verify it’s still where it’s supposed to be.
Decades ago, a lover, I think his name was Ryan or Brian, told me that you constantly see your own nose, but your brain just ignores it so you can actually see without hindrance.
Well, the moment you realize this, you are focusing on your nose, and there it is!
In the same way, ever since I let that damned Michelle out for a moment, she comes to haunt me. Every time she closes to the surface, my whole body feels detached. I hate it. Everything becomes a willing decision and it feels completely unreal.
Happily, the sensation passes after a moment, but …
Here it is again!
This is a curse. I hate it so much.
The worst part about all this is that I should be content. Of course, some things went wrong with Elisabetha, but now, I believe I can deal with her and be rid of her sad, nagging intrusion. Once I sate my hunger on her agony and truly become myself again.
Besides, this body is wonderful! I never felt so light and strong before! I feel as if I could dance …
I just might. After all, training with Elisabetha means I have this wonderful gymnasium to use. Even the floor is more expensive than anything I have ever owned! It’s so springy, you can basically do anything and not get hurt. Also, there are so many mirrors! I had to understand that they are not only for vanity, but also to make sure you do all these exercises correctly, to prevent yourself from getting hurt. Still, they make the room bright and wonderful, and the sight of her garden only completes the whole experience …
I am a little jealous.
The good thing about this, though, is that I will soon have all of this for me. This, and Elisabetha’s soul too. Everything. And I won’t give anything back.
I twirl around and look at my body. It’s astonishing, really. I never expected to have it look like that. As soon as I understood what I could do, I always made sure to be attractive. Why should one be ugly, when it can be avoided?
However, beauty while always meant something different as the years rolled by, it never got even close to … this.
I take a good look at my muscles. The training session I just finished only made them more pumped. It’s truly bizarre to accept how good it feels. Sure, there is a lot of pain and sweating, but once it’s over and the strain goes away, it leaves you glowing with energy and pride.
I run my fingers over my shoulders and neck. Just sensing the power coursing through those muscles is enough to make me shiver … I have built a true bullneck over the last months, and I have become marvelously broad. I keep being impressed by how much room I now take up. When Elisabetha and I walk, it’s a little like two demigoddesses of ancient myths have come to grace mere mortals!
It is just strange that the competition is more a question of looks and not one of actually using our power, but that is the way of this modern life. Besides, looking like this is hard work. It probably makes sense in some way …
I grin and lift my arm, then I flex it. Those muscles look huge! I love them. You can really see all the little parts, the veins, the lines, everything … I give my wrist a little twist, and they pop out even more. I’ve been practicing my posing over the last weeks, and I have to admit, it is elegant, even if it is totally over the top. It’s like an elaborate dance, and you have to let every gesture flow into the next one. The practice is hard, but it’s paying off!
I run my fingers over the biceps. If I continue growing it, I’ll probably be able to grab with both hands! One is easy, but the other one really needs it to be huge. I’ll get there, I guess? After all, I need to make it happen.
I should probably be ashamed of myself, taking Elisabetha’s help, and then turning it against her, but such is life! Would she seriously do anything different if she could do what I can? Besides, I can see poor Theo crave me whenever he sees me. He seems to be constantly gravitating around me, trying to get a look at my muscles, even going as far as to brush against me “accidentally”. I could be having him for a long time …
I will reap what I sowed, though.
I will defeat poor old Elisabetha on the stage, I will humiliate her, and I will take Theo. And once I got him and she sees that everything she struggled for was in vain, once despair overtakes her, then, I will take her in and rip her apart and I will live on for a hundred years or maybe even longer … Her soul seems so tasty, and her feelings are so strong … I can’t wait to taste her.
I touch my abs, tracing their lines and their hardness.
Wow …
I love this strength … This control …
I think I just might keep to this interesting little hobby even after I got rid of Elisabetha. Sure, it’s hard work, but I have to admit that it makes things so much easier … And those men that crave a body like that are willing to go way beyond anything they would ever do for a weaker woman!
I bend forward, feeling the tension in my muscles. Training them means brutalizing them until they grow. I work out long and hard, taking care of doing everything precisely and slowly. I had to learn this at first, but now, it works perfectly. As I destroy my body, it grows again, becoming stronger. In a way, this is how I always worked. Take a body, destroy it, and use its remnants for myself …
Gently, I lower myself on the mat. The power makes things easy. I know I can support my entire mass with a single hand now, and it gives me wonderful confidence.
At last, I can relax. My muscles ache.
I close my eyes, feeling their warmth and power. All this training has intensified the flow of energy through my body, making it grow and increasing my control over it. I vaguely remember discovering my power as I became a woman, and it was a trickle running weakly through my developing, hungry body.
Now, it is a mighty stream that flows confidently through the mass of my muscles, rebuilding them, healing them, making the grow …
For this alone, all of the sweating was worthwhile!

The Young Soul
I am.
It is so strange to say this to myself. To feel myself. No … To feel something that will be me … At least I hope so. I feel that I am so close to emerging. It’s as if I were drifting under the surface of a cold lake, and that the water is still forming a thin film above me, and I just can’t break it …
I would only need one push to break this surface, to breathe again.
But I am still trapped under this, unable to make my will felt.
Sometimes, I can see through this horrible woman’s eyes. It’s like looking through mist, through thick, milky glass … through ice. I see shapes, I hear distorted voices, sometimes, there’s a smell that drifts through the membranes of my prison.
There’s one thing, though. Somehow, my tormentress’ nature is connected to some strange source of energy whose pulse I can feel. Is that magic? Some kind of divinity? I cannot put it in words, but I can feel it, and I can sense when she touches it, when she changes it.
I seem to slowly understand what the symbols she traces might mean, what the syllables she utters might cause.
The flow of power within her changes, and I can almost manipulate it …
I just might have my revenge on those horrible old women yet …
I believe that the key to this lies in the moments when the witch slips. When it happened the first time, I didn’t react. I just felt a sudden tug in all directions as my consciousness managed to reach into hers, but it passed before I could do something. Still, now I felt that there was something I could do, something I hadn’t tried yet. Every time I felt that the witch was focusing on something else or spacing out, I would lie in wait, ready to maybe reach into her and take control …
The first time it happened, she was surprised. I was too. She was working out with Madame Kane, and as she did her curls, she must have lost her focus and just drifted into some kind of zone. I quickly went in and tried to take control.
It was like playing the piano in zero gravity with mittens on your hands.
I got into her somehow, and ended up completely disoriented. She almost fell on her face as I tried to push myself into her body all at once, and I also made her muscles spasm all over. She dropped the barbell and almost broke her foot with it, then she caught herself and had to lie down for a moment. I could hear her mumble something about dizzy spells.
Yeah, right.
I had managed to get a foot in the door. Sure, I would have to practice carefully and discreetly, and I always had the risk of getting caught, but after this, I knew I could do something!
There was one thing I found difficult, though. Whenever she fell asleep, I would lose “consciousness” too. I struggled with this, but eventually, I even managed to pull myself awake during the night. It was hard, but I was soon able to do simple things, more as a practice for later than anything. I would carefully train to move her hands and fingers, to look around, to tense her muscles and to gain some kind of control.
I couldn’t help noticing that she complained the next day about feeling tired. Well, it was me who kept her up all night! Even this little frustration felt like a triumph for me. If I could only extend it further, I would be able to have my revenge!
The longer this goes on, the better my grasp of how she works becomes. I believe I could even move her fully now. It would be clumsy and robotic, and it would probably be better to just crawl along, but … when the moment comes, I will be ready.
I am just afraid of what she would do to me if she found out. What can she do? What can’t she? Would she trap me deeper within her? Would she send my soul to some jar, to be caught in there for all eternity, with no chance of ever becoming myself again?
The idea terrifies me.
So I move very carefully. I seem to have a lot of time on my hands, and observing my foes is a good idea.
The thing is, though I am furious about everything that happened, I still have to admit that their work is incredible. I just wish it were me being myself and not being trapped for all eternity in some vampire’s mind …
After the pair finishes their training, they usually pose in front of the mirror, as a practice for their competition, and also to humiliate each other, I guess. This is a thing a have realized lately: My tormentress hates Madame Kane. I sure wish I could use this somehow. It should be possible to do something with it, shouldn’t it?
Anyway, they will stand in front of the mirror and flex their muscles, show off smooth moves to force their powerful arms and legs out and to display their carved silhouettes. Madame Kane has, and here’s me admitting something that nags me thoroughly, transformed my body into a piece of art. I never thought it could be this big and yet so feminine. She has used whatever strange drugs, gifts and magic to build a heavyweight bodybuilder’s physique, with massive shoulders that look like cannonballs under her skin, a thick neck and a deep chest, and yet, she has this tiny waist, all covered in muscle, of course, and the super-round, ultra-ripped butt-cheeks.
I would never have wanted to take it this far, but now that I see it … I somehow understand the appeal. Of course, a body like this is extremely high maintenance and she basically does nothing but work on improving it.
I just hate how it should be mine and how she stole it. I wish she would suffer for what she did.
Which takes me to the other culprit in this whole mess.
The witch is just as incredible. She has this strange mixture of faces and origins that distills itself into some kind of supernatural beauty … It seems as if she has taken the best from all her victims, and she just looks so good … I can see the people stare at her when she’s outside. She has even started to hide her face just to stop people from gawking at her and stalking her.
That her body is built like a sexy tank is the cherry on top. She is almost as big as Madame Kane and her proportions are even more harmonious.
I hate her so much …
It’s painfully obvious that she plans some new devilry. I have watched her as she has started seducing Theo. The poor fool keeps falling for their tricks. Every time he ejaculates, she tries to save his sperm and takes it to her workshop. I can’t believe how gross this is! I … I don’t mind semen … I guess? But I wouldn’t want to scoop it up and carry it around.
And then, once she has it at home, she uses it to make some kind of cream or oil. There’s some magic involved, I think. I have started to learn how she is doing it, and I think I can almost “feel” it when she casts her spells. There really is something happening when she does it. It’s really not just superstition and tricks … She’s using this to create this balm or something.
Once it’s ready, she rubs it into her body all over and then, whenever she passes by Theo, I can see that he gets horny. No. Not just horny. He is completely losing his mind over her. I can tell from my strange vantage point that this cream thing breaks his mind. He would be her slave if she used it all the time and kept him around.
She is despicable.
Theo is a fool and I don’t much like him, but he doesn’t deserve this. He is not meant to be a toy for these horrible ancient women to play with and use in their idiot games. Also, I think I start to understand why the witch is all friendly and close with Madame Kane now. If I didn’t hate her, I would maybe try and warn her.
Too bad she deserves the punishment.

The Old Soul
Has my life ever been better? I very much doubt it.
Somehow, it all has worked out. I am young, I am strong, I am beautiful. I am loved by my wonderful Theo, no, more than loved … I am adored. He is incredible. Of course, he is handsome and well-dressed, but he is also considerate, intelligent and charming.
And he satisfies me.
He is wonderful.
I love it when he is with me, when I give him a massage, when I treat him to little gifts he likes, when I let him ride me, when I do the same to him …
I have never felt this relaxed and loved before.
Things have been tough to get here, but now, it has all slotted into place, and I just marvel at how good life can be. Of course, I might just be jinxing it, but then again, maybe it is time to stop being superstitious. After all, if magic is real in this way, why should these petty little tricks be?
The Witch has become something of a friend, at least, a regular visitor, and having her around is pleasant. She too can be charming, and she seems to enjoy the same things I do. Little wonder, after all, we’re both ancient women caught in a new, incomprehensible world.
With Theo’s help, we have both been adapting to this modern life I ignored for so long. I really thought I wouldn’t need any of this newfangled stuff, and now, I can’t imagine a life in which I’d miss all this!
There are strange pleasures now. Things I wouldn’t have thought possible are normal nowadays. I do not know who came up with it, but apparently, it is acceptable for grown folks to ride scooters? Electrical ones to that. I was so isolated in my old age, I didn’t just miss the times changing, I completely ignored them. Theo didn’t even find it strange, but we got us two of these scooters and raced down the sidewalk like giggling teenagers. People looked at me because of my body, but not because of my actions.
Me shooting by in a tiny top that barely covered my breasts and minuscule pants must have been quite the sight, even if only briefly. After all, this body has enough strength to get really fast on the scooter.
All in all, I’d say people are more childish and more mature at the same time. In my time, kissing in public was unacceptable, and especially not among unmarried folks. And yet, here we are. It was just wonderful! I was excited and somewhat aroused after that scooter race, and he bowed to me and kissed me, congratulating me for my skill. I am quite certain Theo would have done that even if I had managed to land face first on the tarmac.
He truly adores me.
When we sit on the sofa in the afternoons or evenings, he sometimes brings … drugs. It’s strange. Neither of us drinks alcohol, but smoking cannabis is a thing we both enjoy. I have to be careful when I am on my diet, because it causes hunger pangs, but still … He also brings other substances, and it turns out I enjoy them too.
Being, as he put it, high is an interesting experience. Pleasant, but still surprising. Some of the things make us even more aroused, and then, there is no holding back anymore. We try all kinds of strange positions now, things I have never even considered.
He would get between my mighty legs and worship them, admiring their size and definition, licking them, rubbing his cheeks against them, kissing them … I was confused at first, but now, I love it!
Having Theo celebrate my muscles like this … It’s almost a religious experience for him. He prostrates himself in front of me and literally begs me to allow him to do this. I oblige him, and I flex my muscles to make it even better for him. Just feeling his burning eyes on me as I tighten my abs, my thighs or my arms makes me as excited as he is.
Once I get going, he eggs me on. He can’t get enough of me:
“Oh please, just one little flex!”
“Have I told you how wonderful you are?”
“Show me those triceps, please!”
Sometimes, I sneak in a little flex just when he’s around. He catches it from the corner of his eye, and then, he is lost again …

The Witch is a wonderful companion on this journey. We train together, we eat together, and we spend some of our free time together. Not all of it, she still seems to need to work on her magic, but then again, I got busy too!
After all these years, I have found the energy to become active again. I have set up a training business, and the Witch is a wonderful testimonial. I only take select few clients, carefully vetted, but their results are promising!
When I show them our posing, they are willing to pay anything. The combination of strength and femininity is just too enticing. They don’t negotiate, and I make sure the results speak for themselves.
It’s not that I really need the money, but as it is, having some reserves and being able to satisfy the Witch in these things is soothing.
There’s just one thing that weighs on my mind. In the wee hours of the morning, I sometimes wake up, and it’s terrifying. It’s worse than night terrors … It’s that guilt. That feeling that I destroyed Michelle’s life for my own gain and comfort. During the days, I can ignore it. I just fill my mind with so many things and so much to do, I couldn’t think of her if I wanted.
But when it’s dark and quiet, the feeling resurfaces and there’s nothing I can do.
That’s when I lie in the darkness and I get that horrible sinking feeling, that certainty that I abused her confidence and destroyed her for something that … well … was worthwhile for me … but … Was it really justified? I took her life to save mine, but am I really using that borrowed time in a way that was acceptable?
Of course, being alive is good, and being alive like this is even better, but in a way, I have become some kind of vampire, feeding on her life to extend mine. I may have saved my life, but I’m afraid I may have damned myself in the process.
Ever since I realized what I did, I have tried to make amends. Clumsy, small steps, but even though I can’t clear my conscience, I can at least hope to lighten it a bit.
For one thing, I have contacted her parents as her and cleared up some of the confusion and worries they had. And they had a lot, sadly justified ones. I mean, I am literally a predator who lured her into a trap and abused her until she died …
Thinking like this makes me spiral again.
I am a monster.
I have turned myself into a beast.
The fact that I still have a conscience only makes it worse.
I do my best to make them believe everything is fine. I wouldn’t want them to feel as if they were responsible for this. I had the messages translated to Korean so it would pass as hers, and I think I managed to fool them.
I also bought her family a nice new house over there and made sure they had any comfort they need. I even went as far as to invite them to meet Theo and spend time with us, but so far, they haven’t agreed to anything. Maybe they are suspecting something …

Theo is unsure about all of this. He wants me to take it a little easier on all fronts, but I am not someone who takes things easy. I never was. I just need him to worship me, to adore me and, in all honesty, to satisfy me. When I’m with him, when he loves me, when he sinks himself into me, then I feel safe and in control. Then all those terrible thoughts fade away.
This, and me pushing my body to its limit in the gym elate me. I can just feel my mind loosen in his arms, or with the weights biting into my body.
When he shoots his load into me, on me, down my throat, I know he is mine and I feel complete …
There is just one thing he won’t stop about. He wants a child.
This is a difficult situation for me.
Can I really afford to skip on nine months of training? Can I risk losing my shape, to have gone through my whole diet for nothing? Can a body like mine even sustain a pregnancy? When I think of the supplements and chemicals I constantly have to use to maintain it at that level, I doubt this would be safe and healthy for a child …
He looked at me with puppy-dog eyes:
“I’m sure it will be fine. And you did it once, I’m sure you’ll be able to regain your shape in no time!”
“Theo, I love you, but …” I ran a hand over my massive, perfectly sculpted abs. “I wouldn’t want to ruin them. In a pregnancy, they split up, and I doubt they’ll ever look this symmetrical and ripped again.”
“They do?”
I chuckled:
“Well, where would you want the kid to grow? In that tiny waist?”
He blushed:
“Oh. Alright. I kinda understand it. But … I would really love to … be part of a family with you.”
I thought about it in silent, letting my muscles rest. Eventually, I offered:
“How about a surrogate? Or getting an adoption? I’m sure we can find a wonderful mother for our child, or even a sweet kid to raise as our own.”
He obviously wasn’t sure about this. He managed a vague half-nod but wouldn’t say he’d accept it.
I shrugged. I know him well enough already to be aware that he will continue insisting on this. Then again, I knew the perfect way to take his mind off this … I leaned back, put my arms behind my head and sucked in my abs until my waist disappeared into my ribcage, then pushed them back out into a rock-hard brickwork of power.
My poor guy instantly forgot what this all was about.
And yet, my mind kept returning to Michelle and my sin.

[El_Roy_1999]

Here’s a story for the lovers of large, masculine women with wimpy husbands that outsize and overwhelm them completely. It’s nice and quite explicit, and I hope you’ll all enjoy it!

It’s a Hard-Knock Wife
William and Louise have been struggling to have a kid for quite a while now, but it’s to no avail. In the end, the very strong and assertive wife decides to take matters in her own hands. If she has to be the man in this marriage in order to find happiness, she’ll gladly do it!
This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth, futa and gender-blending. All characters are at least 18 years old.

Read their exploits here:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1305668

The preview:

People say opposites attract, and that was certainly the case with William and Louise. Then again, people also say that men don’t want women that are taller than them, and, well, that was not a problem for William. Also, having a short guy as a husband didn’t seem to be a problem for Louise either. Some women might object to towering over their guy, especially when wearing heels, and where thus in the endless pursuit of the mysterious 6’4”-man with the steady, high-income job, who loved kids and pets and was good at fixing things that got broken at home and not sleeping around.

For Louise, this was never a problem.

William and her were high school sweethearts, and even if the other girls found her taste in men a bit weird, they were both very happy with each other. Of course, some of her colleagues suggested that she could find a better guy. After all, Louise was incredible: She was always tall and rather strong, and she had enjoyed sports ever since she was little. As a result, she excelled in everything she tried, track and field (with a specialty in shot put and discus throwing), softball, basketball, soccer, and she even tried out for the football team once, before deciding that it lacked the intensity of soccer. Yeah. After this, she had to endure a bit of, well, criticism from the other students, but since she had schooled her techniques on the debate team, she managed to get them to not only calm down, but also grudgingly agree.

Also, wrestling the quarterback into submission at a party might have helped.

Overall, she was a larger-than-life person, and the school knew very well that having her meant being able to build a strong team around her talent. That was another thing: In a way, Louise was completely aware of her gifts, and while she never would have shown it in public, she was able to be humble and integrate into a team. Soon, the trophies were filling up her room and her parents were incredibly proud of her. As the valedictorian and national champion in several track and field events, it was obvious that she would have her choice of colleges.

Everything she was, William wasn’t. He was always on the short and scrawny side, born early to an overwhelmed teenage mother and always struggling to reach the level required to progress in school. What he didn’t have as talent, though, he made up in determination. Understanding that athleticism was expected, but completely devoid of any skills, he went for cross-country running, and did well enough. His light, five-foot-tall body could easily maintain long runs, and he was difficult to bore. Just running for hours was perfect for him.

They met during an athletics training camp, and when the site’s lunch lady fell ill, William took over without even asking. In no time, he put all the housekeeping skills he had acquired at home to good use and ran the place for the whole two weeks on his own, cooking, cleaning, fixing things and making sure everybody felt comfortable. He must have fallen for Louise around that time. While the other students treated him, not exactly like shit, but still rather dismissively, she understood what his hard work brought to the whole team, and she appreciated his initiative.

For William, this was a godsend, and Louise’s food got fancier every day, while her bed was impeccably made by invisible hands. At some point, one of the other students complained to William why she got her food presented as if by some internet celebrity chef while the others got the normal treatment. William sighed and tried to say something, but then Louise walked by, and his heart beat up to his neck and he couldn’t say a thing.

At some point during the camp, Louise understood what he was trying to say, and took the initiative. They went on long walks into nature, there would be a lot of sighing and blushing, and by the time they sat in the bus home, they were a couple.

Somehow, their relationship triggered the rest of the school to switch from “Yay, Louise is invincible!” to “Louise is actually interested in men? Oh God, we have to be careful!”. Despite picking the least manly dude in the whole school, she sent the other girls into a frenzy. Sure, Louise was the first one to admit that her face was plain, even a bit on the ugly side, but now, the girls went all “She looks like a man!”.

It did annoy her. Quite a few times, she would rant about their meanness to William, who would listen attentively and agree. Those girls were jerks and he loved her just the way she was.

She was happy to have him at her side, and she stood her ground, getting through high school with a resounding success and shaming all those who had tried to put her down.

William followed her to the college she picked, finding a nice, relaxed community college in the same town. They moved together pretty much immediately, and Louise decided that it was for the best if they got married. There was no big ceremony, just a simple little get together, and she launched herself into her studies with her usual intensity. William supported her, having more than enough free time since the college didn’t ask for much.

When Louise called him at two in the morning from the library because she had finally gotten hungry because of hours of studying, he would get up, busy himself in the kitchen and bring her a late dinner/early breakfast box to her spot. Invariably, it would be nice to look at and taste perfect. She would thank him and sometimes, he would ask what she was working on.

Her explanations were maybe a little too abstract for him, but he just loved to listen to her. It just felt right.

It was no wonder that Louise graduated early, immediately adding a Ph.D. in her chosen field of biochemical engineering, with a side-order of law and philosophy. For her, the days seemed to have forty-eight hours. She even managed to keep up her athletic career, maintaining a strong, muscular physique all through her studies. She did stop competing at a certain point, though. She decided that she preferred not to risk injury, and just exercised for her health and enjoyment.

William instead dropped his training routine the moment he could. He did go on runs once or twice a week, but rarely more than half an hour at a time. Louise wasn’t too happy about this, but since pushing him on that point didn’t work, she decided that it was easier to focus on other things. Also, she did find him cute, all tiny and slim like that.

Overall, their marriage was harmonious, and once she had finished her studies, Louise founded a very successful biotech company with her professor. After two meagre years during the start-up, the whole thing started earning a crazy amount of money, and William was happy to be the stay-at-home husband. He did do some charity work on his free time, cooking at the local soup kitchen and helping out in church, but overall, he was mostly occupied with making Louise’s life easier.

In a way, they had everything they ever could have wanted, but of course, problems always find their way into happy couples’ lives.

Despite William’s difficult upbringing, he did want kids, and for Louise, this was just as obvious. The problem was that despite their best attempts, it didn’t happen. After half a year of trying, they went to see a specialist.

The doctor was very interested in their case and plenty of samples were taken. Then, at last, came the consultation. Louise and William came in. She was wearing a neck holder top that showed off her broad, strong shoulders and a pencil skirt that did nothing to hide her hard, powerful thighs, her heels pushing her up to 6’3”. She had just refreshed her blond dye job, and looked like a business Valkyrie, while William, wearing his polo shirt, khakis and loafers, looked more like a teenager next to her. He had once tried to grow a beard, but had given up after three months of waiting had only yielded three curly hairs sprouting from his upper lip. His clear skin and shiny, admiring eyes really made him look younger than his twenty-five years.

The doctor greeted them, then they all sat down and the verdict came:

“Alright. Mrs. Watson, Mr. Watson-Kincaid, I have received all the reports, and there are several factors that make it difficult, if not impossible to conceive.”

The room was deadly silent for a moment.

“The thing is, Mr. Watson-Kincaid, you have a very low testosterone level, which results in a critically low sperm count. Like this, even in vitro fertilization is going to be very, very difficult. We’re looking at at least four attempts, and I doubt that any of them will succeed. Also, even if you continue with your current attempts, which may eventually prove successful, there’s the issue of your … micro-penis.”

William blushed. The doctor continued:

“It’s not unheard of, and I assume that your sex life is enjoyable, but statistically, your penis is … very small.” She was a bit uncomfortable with saying it like this, but it was true. William leaned closer to Louise. “What I am saying is that you probably aren’t even able to successfully penetrate Mrs. Watson.” Louise put her big, strong arm around William’s shoulder. “Also, Mrs. Watson, the amount of training you must have put in your vaginal muscles is impressive, but it also precludes fertilization further.” She sighed. “Finally, your estrogen and progesterone levels are on the low end of the spectrum. All in all, I would say that you two have hit the worst case for a pregnancy to actually happen. I do believe that it would be possible to force the issue, but it would not only be very expensive with a low chance of success, but also potentially dangerous. In your specific case, I would consider adopting or resort to a sperm donor and a surrogate mother.”

Louise sat there, stony-faced, while William started sobbing, then turned around and cried against her shoulder. She held him tight and did her best to calm him.

“Don’t worry, love, we will figure something out. I will find a solution. You know I always do. I love you, and we’re going to fix this together. It will be fine.”

“You think so?”, he asked between sobs.

“I am certain.”

The doctor was embarrassed by the reaction. As William calmed down to a sniffle and handed Louise a handkerchief to wipe his tears from her shoulder, the doctor asked:

“Should I give you some folders on your options for further treatment or for finding a surrogate?”

Louise shook her head and stood up.

“No. I think we will figure this out on our own. Thank you, though, for being so clear and straightforward with us. It helps to have a reason for the trouble.”

William blew his nose.

“Yes. Thank you, and sorry for the outburst.”

“Oh, it’s only understandable. Good luck, and hopefully you will find a way to your happiness.”

“We will, doctor.” Louise held the door for William. “Thank you, and good bye.”

“Yes, goodbye.”

The doctor watched them go. She was impressed by those two, but she really hoped they wouldn’t end up in the hands of some charlatan …

That night, after they both showered, William got ready for bed, climbing on their mattress. He had already changed into his boxers and sighed sadly. The doctor’s explanation had been tough on them. While Louise had just kept stony-faced on their way home, he was overwhelmed by self-pity. He had managed to calm down and recover mostly, but it was still bad.

Just then, Louise came in, wearing her deep crimson robe. The silk was clinging to her massive curves and he shivered as his tiny cock stirred. God, he loved it when she put that thing on. The silky softness, the tension, the flow of the fabric over her mighty muscles … He licked his lips nervously. She walked up to the bed, then undid the belt of her robe, revealing her perfect muscles and her large breasts. She was wearing a black and red lingerie set that showcased her wonderful body perfectly. She gave him a fiery look and said:

“I know the news was bad, but … I believe we should try it once more.”

He nodded, his throat dry. His cock was hard now, the whole three-quarters of an inch of it.

“Wow … you are as amazing as always.”

“I know. And I’m glad your cock gets hard so quick. It might not be much, but it’s got a lot of enthusiasm!”

He shivered. Her words stung, but … in a good way? He made a sign for her to come closer.

“Yeah … I sure got plenty of that …”

She climbed on the bed, crawling towards him, her broad shoulders and tough neck making him shiver with delight. She ran her finger along his tiny balls and then held the sack by the tips of three fingers. He certainly was the smallest imaginable. Only a little less, and he would basically have no genitals at all … His cock was hard, though.

“It’s almost smaller than the tip of my index … I understand why this is so hard …”

He blushed.

“I did please you every time, though, didn’t I?”

“Yes, but not with that little cock.”

He shivered, but her words somehow turned him on. Her depreciative looks had always caused him to get horny, but now that it was official, listening to her talk about it … That was even better. He sighed:

“It’s not that little …”

“Oh yes, it is.” She gave him a wicked smile. Louise too had realized that her words had made his tiny cock jump and now, she decided to go all in. “It’s ridiculously small. I never said anything because I didn’t want to hurt you, but … I think you might be a mutant.”

“A mutant?”

“Yes. Your special power is you have the tiniest dick in the world!”

She smirked and William saw his dick jump. Wow. This was tough. He put his hands on her arms and caressed them, enjoying the touch of her big, hard muscles. Her smirk softened. She obviously enjoyed his touch too.

It was strange. Somehow, the revelation that they were stuck had freed them. She sat on him and started gyrating her hips, rubbing the silk of her panties against his cock. The poor thing was almost pointy now, and yet, she could barely feel it through the fabric.

William sighed happily and continued caressing her, touching her, exploring her massive muscles. She was a goddess to him. She was so far beyond him, all her could do was be thankful that she had chosen him …

She saw his expression and felt the heat rise within her. The little man was so cute, just watching him squirm and twitch under her made her horny. It was a joy to watch him.

Eagerly, she whispered:

“Help me out of these panties. Now!”

He complied instantly, gliding below her and doing his best to work them off her broad, strong hips. She gasped as he freed her crotch and instantly licked her.

“Oooh … Nice … Just be careful not to be too quick, otherwise I might …”

She bit her lips. This was turning her on incredibly. Somehow, having her husband serve her like that while she stayed above him, easily holding the position, made her feel that she was so much more powerful. In no time, she was dripping wet. William was feeling her juices run into his mouth.

Suddenly, Louise couldn’t stop herself anymore. She pushed herself down on him, getting his cock between her pussy lips and riding him hard. She humped him now, hoping her weight and power would be enough to actually allow him to penetrate her.

William was completely overwhelmed by this. He squeaked a “Fuck me harder, stud!” out of nowhere. The expression made her cum, but also broke her stride. She felt him blow his load just as she felt herself orgasm too.

“Aaah …”

She rolled on her back, taking him with her.

The poor little guy landed on her chest, breathing heavily. Louise held him tight, her strong arms wrapped around him. William felt her squeeze the air out of him, but at the same time, he felt safe and protected. It was a strange sensation. She kept him like this and waited for them both to calm down. Then, as the room fell into darkness, she whispered:

“Did you really mean that?”

He looked at her lovingly.

“Mean what?”

“The … stud … thing?”

“Uh …”

He was embarrassed. Did he really say that out loud? He was on the verge of panicking. She sensed that he was shivering in her arms.

“Don’t worry. I just wanted to check if I heard that right.”

“You wouldn’t be angry if I did say that?”

She smiled at him, her teeth shining in the darkness.

“Why would I? You’re only honest, and you’re saying it as it is. What more can I hope for from my partner?”

She felt the tension in his body lower a bit.

“Well … I guess I did …”

Louise paused for a moment. She could feel that he was tensing up again, but she had to think about this. It was a thing, so much was clear. Whether she wanted it or not, she wore the pants around the house. William was the perfect house-husband, working hard to please her and to keep everything in order. No Fifties-man could wish for a better wife then she could. And now, the proof that she was manlier than him in every other way too was there. Scientifically proven, doctor’s orders.

And he loved it.

He really liked it when she was in charge. He wasn’t jealous, he didn’t feel belittle, or if he did, it seemed to turn him on …

She would have to check this. Make sure it was real. If it was, then … it would change everything! She had to be sure before thinking further down that road …

She rolled him off her, keeping him close. He came to rest at her side, his warm little body lying next to her.

She stretched a strong arm and turned on the light on the nightstand. His tiny cock had retreated behind its foreskin again, looking entirely like a pea in a pod. Then she looked at her hard belly and spread her lips. No wonder he hadn’t managed to impregnate her. The tiny droplet of cum that was caught at the entrance of her pussy was ridiculous.

She scooped it up with the tip of her finger, then looked at the mess she had made. Her juices had completely soaked his pubic hair and he was sticky with it.

She held it up to him and said:

“I don’t know about you, but your amount of cum is so absurdly tiny compared to mine, no wonder you didn’t manage to knock me up …”

She watched his reaction attentively, but there was zero subtlety to it. His cock twitched, then grew erect, the foreskin slipping back instantly.

Louise nodded to herself. Then she said:

“Say ah!”

“Ah!”

She put the cum-droplet on his tongue.

“There you are. Lick my fingers, William …”

He did, carefully licking them clean, sucking on them happily. She kissed him.

“Okay … I think I … I might have an idea, but it’s probably ridiculous.”

The young man shrugged, still enamored with her fingers.

“I guess you’re not going to knock me up or anybody else, really.”

“Mhm.”

He seemed crestfallen, but also somewhat turned on. It was strange to watch these two sensations flicker over his face.

“Maybe … Hey, dear, I don’t know if that is even possible, but … what if I did it?”

“You? But how?”

“I don’t know. It’s stupid. But … Imagine me fathering our kid …”

The whole idea seemed ridiculous, but somehow, William was starting to feel really ecstatic about it.

“It’s a fantasy, but … I guess you would be an amazing father!”

She didn’t know what to say for a moment, then she asked:

“You think so?”

“Kinda? You’re big, strong, confident, intelligent … You’re everything a boy could hope for!”

“And you are all tender and caring … It’s a stupid idea, but … if it could work …”

“Yeah …”

“I’ll see what I can do. Maybe there is a way.”

“I would love that. I would love you to be stronger and manlier for me. For us.”

She grinned. This was the first time someone had suggested something like that … Up until now, everybody had always told her to downsize, to dress more girly, to not be as butch … And now, here was her husband, suggesting that she should be more like a stud?

It was so strange, but the idea pleased her tremendously.

“Hrnk.”

Louise hoisted the bar up again. This was her fifteenth rep at her previous max. She had spent the last months really pushing herself and forcing her body to get bigger and stronger. Up until now, she had felt a certain shame about it, or at least sensed that it was seen as vaguely inappropriate to push for a bigger physique, but now that she had come clean about it with William, she decided that such restraint was no longer warranted.

Instead, she had started to really force her workouts. Together with her very enthusiastic husband, she had figured out a training schedule that would really allow her to put on some serious muscle. She was surprised by how much he supported her on this. In the beginning, she had thought he would half-ass it as he usually did with things, but here, he seemed to be laser-focused. He would spend hours on the internet actually researching useful information and collating it, and he seriously upped his cooking game.

Now, he did his best to figure out recipes for protein-rich food that actually tasted like something nice, and Louise was loving it. Just thinking of their dinner made her salivate as she readied herself for the next set.

She looked at her reflection. Her previously muscular build had further improved, and she was starting to look quite massive for a woman. Seriously, short of some internet bodybuilders, she never saw any female her size. And even those women’s physiques were beginning to look quite “possible” to her. She got in position and lifted the bar. Her neck muscles swelled satisfyingly. For Louise, this felt like the best decision ever. She sensed that she was finally coming into herself after years of denial.

She grunted, pumping the barbell up and down in slow, controlled strokes. She couldn’t help checking out her biceps as it strained under her skin. Just imagining herself getting even bigger turned her on.

William’s admiration for her was another interesting thing. Despite his “failure” as a husband and the humiliation the whole situation had put him through, the man just adored their changing dynamic. It was strange, though. In the evening, she would usually put in another more relaxed workout routine to show off and to come down after a day of work, and her husband would watch her, almost drooling.

His tiny cock would stir in his briefs. She made him wear thongs now. He had stared at her when she suggested it, but she said he had to do all he could just to prove that he even had a dick! Just saying this had made his penis jump. It was still absurdly small, but it was also rigid. It made a rather flat tent of the thong’s fabric and she couldn’t help smiling at the effort.

He was so cute and helpless!

She would do all kinds of hard crunches, even going as far as to suspend herself from a pull-up bar upside down and hold him as she drew herself up.

William would squee with happiness at this brutal show of force.

Louise could really understand his fascination. Every week brough her closer to this ideal of manly studdiness. Was that even a word? She didn’t care. Instead, she gritted her teeth, the cables of her neck shooting out under her skin.

“Hrk!”

She could see that the other gym-goers were being either fascinated or grossed out by the display. Even the few big male bodybuilders were a bit intimidated by her intensity. Good. She liked it that way.

After she finished her sets, she put everything away and hit the showers. She would put in a few good hours at work, and then she’d head home.

William was excited. It wasn’t long now. Louise had just called him to tell him that she was leaving the office. It had taken her two more hours than planned, but if she wanted that promotion, she had to put in the extra work.

The first few times it had happened, he had had problems with the food and they had to order dinner, but now, he knew the situation, and he did a lot of slow cooking. She could basically come home any time, and there would be some tasty, healthy food ready for her.

Now, he was ready. He had put on his nice clothes, had combed his hair and checked his looks in the mirror. The wine was just the right temperature and the place was spotless. He just waited attentively for her car to pull up on the driveway.

As he was thinking about Louise’s beautiful, strong muscles and her hard, dominant ways, he was getting giddy with excitement. It was just too good to feel her buff body against his small, soft one. He loved to hear her gruff voice. She was usually friendly, but when she wasn’t, it somehow pleased him too.

Just yesterday, she had noticed that he had failed to lay out the correct pantsuit for her meeting, and her reaction had been scathing. He could still hear her words in his mind:

“Oh come on, you small-dicked wimp! Tell me again why I should wear a tan suit to a company event? Think! Think with that numb little brain of yours!”

He had shrunk down at this reaction. William knew that this wasn’t just her talking, it was the supplements too. Lately, she had upped her use of steroids to improve her growth, and the stuff she was using was making her way more irritable. Still, hearing her insult him like that …

It turned him on.

Thinking about it now made him hard.

He knew this was all pretty perverted, but what could he do? This was just the way he was.

Outside, he heard a car stop. Eagerly, he opened the door and looked whether she was there. It was Louise!

She got out of the car, putting her heels back on. This was another new thing. She no longer tried to dress down her height. Instead, she now preferred to push herself up to 6’4”, absolutely towering over the people around her. Driving her car, though, was easier in flats.

She walked up to him, her strong body giving her a slight swagger. She was wearing a perfectly tailored navy-blue pant suit and a white blouse under it. She had also accessorized it with a tie. It looked fashionable on her, so people didn’t mind, but William knew why she had put it on. It made her feel more masculine, and to his delight, it had the same effect on him.

She walked up to him and he stood on the porch on his tip-toes to kiss her. He really had to, otherwise the sixteen inches were hard to bridge.

Louise kissed him, her tongue gently invading his mouth. After she released him, he gasped:

“Good evening, dear. How was your day?”

She groaned:

“Nice, but long. Let’s get inside. I need to get this off!”

He nodded eagerly and held the door for her. Then, she dropped on the sofa and he assisted her in taking off her shoes, massaging her nylon-clad feet for a bit. She moaned happily.

“Oh William, your hands are marvelous!”

“Thank you.”

She eased the tie and rubbed the other foot against his crotch. He gasped as it brushed against his tiny, erect cock. He looked down, but she pushed her foot against his chin.

“No, no. Go on, but look me in the eye.”

“Of course, Louise.”

He was on his knees, and he looked up towards her. She looked amazing in her suit. The tailor had suggested not putting in shoulder pads, but she had just shaken her head and made him do it anyway. It gave her just the blocky silhouette she wanted.

“How about you help me out of these pants?”

“Don’t you want dinner first?”

She gave him a playful, yet dominant grin:

“Did I stutter?”

“No, of course not!”

He quickly undid her fly and eased her pants off her thick legs. William carefully pulled down the tights. Then she said:

“The panties too.”

“Right away!”

He folded them all neatly and set them on the side of the sofa, then he waited. She grinned:

“Oh, William, you are so cute. You are my favorite little wimp!”

“Thank you, Louise.”

“Make yourself useful.”

She spread her legs, her hairy crotch coming into view. She had lately stopped shaving her crotch and her legs, instead wearing opaque tights. He could smell the musk of her wet pussy.

With a blush, he leaned forward and started licking her.

She groaned happily as his tongue explored the hairy folds of her crotch, running around her lips, then into her vulva, and back up around her clitoris. He wasn’t entirely sure, but it did look bigger than lately. The smell and the taste were more intense too. He buried his nose between her legs, the wetness seeping in. He licked and gasped, and he sensed her thick, strong legs close around his head. Above him, her voice sounded:

“Oh, William, your cock might be useless, but your tongue … fuuuck … you’re so good …”

The praise, and the insult, energized him and he eagerly licked her harder, his tongue rubbing along her lips, then circling her clit, before diving back into her. In a moment, his face was soaking wet as her juices flowed all over him, his mouth full of her wet, spicy taste.

She moaned, her voice sounding a bit deeper than before. God, he loved this so much …

Louise squeezed his face between her legs now, her thighs swelling against his face. He was choking on her juices, some of them running from his nose. He was in heaven. She wiggled her hips, and he heard her growl:

“Damn … I love your tongue … lick me harder … Make me cuuum …”

William felt his little cock twitch hard in his pants. He felt that he was about to cum. It was just a matter of seconds now, but he wanted to do it at the same time as her. He grabbed her thighs, enjoying their thickness and strength, and shoved his face in even closer. His tongue disappeared in her pussy, while his nose rubbed against her clit. With a grunt, she started to tense her muscles.

“Wwwwwah …”

She abruptly came, flooding his already soaked face with her juices as he shot his tiny load into his underwear.

“Yeeeesssss …”

He was choking down there, her thighs holding him tight to her crotch, her juices drowning him, but William was just happy that she was enjoying it. Sure, he was on the verge of blacking out, but what a way to go …

[El_Roy_1999]

For those who enjoy super-muscular older women with mighty clits, this is right up your alley!

The Perfect Wife
Susan just came home from a bodybuilding competition, which she obviously won, and now, she wants to celebrate! Happily, her friends at the diner are happy to join in, and her husband Jeff is also going to have a splendid time …
This work of erotic fiction contains female muscle, a large clit and feats of strength. All characters are at least 18 years old.

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It’s in the style of Junkyard Queen (https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1141839), Provocation (https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1024993) or The Laborers (https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/716225)

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The little bell on the door rang as Jeff held it open for his wife. The regulars looked up, while Marsha smiled at them behind the bar.

“The usual, you lovebirds?”

Susan nodded. She was wearing a rather daring red dress with white polka dots, and it clung to her body like saran wrap. As she walked up to their seats, the poor thing creaked and groaned. Jeff walked behind her, admiring her perfectly sculpted muscular X of an ass. He was an old geezer now, but with Susan, he could still get a raging hard-on, just from watching. Ever since she started training, their sex life had improved tremendously. Not only that, actually. Everything was better now. He did his best to maintain his own fitness, and that had helped too.

They sat down in their booth, with Jeff pulling the table to himself a bit to make room for Susan’s bulky body. It had taken almost ten years of hard workouts, but she had managed to sculpt herself into their common ideal. After her menopause, the doctor had suggested she started working out to prevent osteoporosis and prescribed some hormones. To both their surprises, Susan had taken to pumping iron like a fish to water. Her trainer had made her lift from the first day, and she could admire her progress soon enough.

After this, they had gone all in, and Susan had started going to the gym six days a week and gorging herself on protein, devouring five to seven meals a day. The effects could be seen soon enough. She had changed her previously flabby, soft body to a sculpted physique. She looked good, like a woman in her fifties, and the body of an athlete.

It had turned out not to be enough for them.

Jeff pushed her on, and Susan enjoyed being pushed. Her workouts intensified further, and, well, the results couldn’t be denied anymore.

The bench creaked as she sat down, her 208-pound body of pure, ripped beef concentrated into her hard, tight glutes. She was just five feet tall, and her muscles were mind-boggling! Susan had lost her breasts years ago, just to make sure they wouldn’t cause any trouble down the line, but she had replaced them with a pair of gargantuan pecs that were ripped beyond belief. Each slab of hard muscle was packed tight under her tanned skin, spreading out to a pair of equally massive shoulders. Each one was a ball of muscle, with deep lines carved into them. Her frame had grown incredibly wide, and she now took up the whole side of the booth by herself. She eased herself in, spreading her gargantuan legs and making sure she didn’t bump into the table from below. Stretching her bull-neck, she smiled at Jeff. She extended one over-muscled arm and set her gnarled, strong hand on the table. He took it in his hand and sighed:

“I love you, you know?”

“I know.” Her voice was pretty harsh and rough. Still, there was this warmth to it that made sure he knew she did too.

Marsha walked up to them and said:

“It’s great to have you back! How have you been?”

Susan smiled sweetly, the hundreds of little lines on her face shifting.

“Perfect! I won the competition.”

Jeff added:

“We probably should have brought the trophy. You could have put it up there, next to the others!”

They glanced over to the various sports trophies and pennants that had accumulated over time. Marsha chuckled:

“That would definitely have been a nice conversation piece! And how did it go?”

“It was fun! The boys were a little intimidated by me, but I understand and I didn’t mind.”

“Intimidated? Why? I mean, sure, you’re buff, but they probably were too, weren’t they?”

“Yeah, but I was a head shorter than them, and I outweighed a bunch of them!”

“Wow …”

Susan chuckled:

“Jeff, didn’t you film it?”

“Sure did. It was a bit difficult to figure out with the phone, and I only caught the second round because I filmed the inside of my hand on the first, but … Want to watch it?”

“Sure! I want to see those boys lose to a little old lady!”

The musclewoman laughed:

“Watch who you’re calling a lady!”

Jeff fumbled with the phone while the regulars came over to see. Then they all craned their necks to see. The old man managed to turn it on, and then they saw the line-up of musclemen. They were all really impressive, but in the middle of them, there was Susan, who was definitely the odd one out. She was by far the shortest, but she was also the broadest. The men seemed downright nervous next to her. Susan was ripped within an inch of her life, her muscles massive and pumped. Her skin was painted a deep chestnut and she was wearing only some bikini bottoms.

As they watched her do the poses, Marsha commented:

“You’re not even wearing a top? Wow, Susan, isn’t that indecent?”

One of the boys next to her chuckled:

“I don’t think Susan cares much about decent!”

“Stop it, Gary, you’re not supposed to ogle another man’s wife’s breasts.”

“I see no breasts there, right, Susan?”

Susan laughed and flexed her pecs. Each one of them swelled into an insane mass of beef, reaching almost up to her chin. The vascularity was insane. They could see every little vein pump.

Marsha stared at her as the video continued playing in the background.

“Holy … Susan … Those are … wow …”

“Thank you! I never had big boobs or anything, not like you, but I love how big they got …”

Marsha blushed. She was quite proud of her own bust, which was rather Dolly Parton-like. She occasionally had her breasts, well, buffed up, but next to Susan, she was starting to look like small fry.

Gary grinned:

“We could try the glasses trick!”

Marsha rolled her eyes.

“Not the glasses trick …”

A few years ago, when Marsha had gotten her new implants around New Year, they had all celebrated and gotten pretty drunk and Marsha had balanced a glass on one of her boobs. It had held up there for a moment and the gang had cheered. It had all been in good fun.

Susan grinned:

“I’m up for it. Do you have a bottle of some sparkly stuff? After all, we gotta celebrate!”

Marsha was a tad skeptical, but the boys started chanting “Glasses, glasses, glasses!” and eventually, she sighed and agreed. She went behind the bar and got the single bottle of champagne out she had there for special occasions, and two matching glasses. She handed it to Jeff:

“Do the honors, please.”

He busied himself with it while Susan got up. She pulled her dress back in the correct position, and it was still very, very short. A “pop!” announced that the bottle was open. Marsha approached her with the glasses:

“Just be careful and don’t drop them. Those are the good ones.”

“No worries.”

Susan shook her hands, wiggled her bum and did some mock breathing exercises. Then she rubbed her hands and went “Aaah …”, then “Do-Re-Mi …”.

The boys laughed. Then she flexed her pecs. The effect was astonishing. The dress groaned and they saw those muscles expand and then tighten into a perfect shelf of super-defined muscles. There were sharp intakes of breath all around. The sheer mass of those plates of hard, cut meat was a bit terrifying.

“Whoa.”

“Dude.”

“Oh my God …”

Carefully, Marsha set the glasses on the old woman’s pecs. She stared at the absurdly thick masses of flesh. They almost looked mutated in their absurdity. Susan grinned and tightened them even further, little walls of muscle rising up around the glasses’ bases. Marsha made a beckoning gesture at Jeff and he slowly and carefully poured the champagne. Susan grinned. Then her husband took a step back and Marsha, still nervous, removed her hands.

The glasses stood perfectly straight on the woman’s shelf-like pecs. Below, the dress was pretty much overstrained, its cleavage completely filled up with mutant muscle-flesh.

The champion laughed:

“Okay, I think Marsha and I are even! You’ll have to go bigger eventually if you want to have a chance against me!”

Marsha gave her a “it’s not a competition”-look, and Jeff reached over, took one of the glasses and waited for Susan to pick hers. Then they clinked them together and toasted at the other guests:

“To our champion?”

The other regulars raised whatever drinks they had and chimed in:

“To our champion!”

They sat back down and finally ordered the food. Susan couldn’t help noticing Marsha’s looks. Somehow, the other woman liked what she saw …

The same could be said for Jeff. She sensed his hand brush against her monstrously ripped thigh. Her clit twitched within her. That was another little thing they had taken care off after the competition. There was a specialist doctor in that city and he had treated it with his super-complicated technique. Her already large clit from almost a decade of steroid use had grown even further. Now it was a good foot long, red, thick and extremely sensitive. It was also flexible enough to be pushed into her own pussy, which she found amazingly stimulating.

Now, though, Jeff was slowly inching closer to it. Susan gave him a mildly disapproving look, but he knew when she was just joking. Besides, his touch excited her. She sighed:

“Jeffie …”

“Yes, Suzy?”

“You shouldn’t …”

“Oh, I think I should …”

He touched her appendage and reached around it.

“Jeffie … They’re going to notice.”

“Do you really care?”

“Mmmh … Good point … Oooh …”

She did her best to hide her moan as he set his hand around it and gently extricated it from its pink prison. She thought for a moment to stop him simply by flexing her pussy muscles, but it was just too exciting …

It flopped out with a quiet “plop”. Then she sensed his fingers on it, rubbing it, caressing it, squeezing it. Her eyes opened a bit and she suppressed a groan.

Marsha returned with their food, struggling to pile all of Susan’s dishes on the table. She smirked at them. She was pretty sure that Jeff’s foot was at work once again. He had been doing this since forever. Then she said:

“Enjoy!”

They thanked her, though Susan only managed a repressed grunt, and dug in. As they ate, Susan felt Jeff’s hand jerk her off, and it was getting really hard to concentrate. She did her best. It was as hard as her clit was getting …

While she ate, she felt the tension increase more and more. She glared over to him, but there was something ironic about it. She said, as calmly as she could:

“Hands on the table, Jeff …”

“You think I’m doing something inappropriate?”

“Maybe …”

She sighed as he found an especially nice grip and gave it a good pull, letting his fingers dance all along her length. She frowned at him, but she enjoyed this way too much at the same time.

“Mmmh … Jeff …”

He grinned and kept on playing with her. Her appendage was getting pretty hard. Jeffrey too felt his own cock rise. Playing with Susan’s appendage made him hot. It was an acquired taste, but now that he had it, he would no longer miss it.

She finished her plate, feeling rather hot and bothered already. She definitely needed something to take the edge off later on.

Susan smirked and made a sign to Jeffrey. Her husband carefully returned her clit to her pussy, guiding the semi-hard rod between the folds of her vagina. She moved her butt a little and relaxed and contracted her interior muscles to make it stick, then said:

“That was nice. Thank you, Marsha.”

“Great to have you here …”

Marsha came over to pick up the plates, when she suddenly said:

“May I?”

Susan looked at her:

“May you what?”

“Touch them?”

“Only if I get to touch yours.”

There was a moment of hesitation. The regulars stared. This day was getting better and better.

“Okay, but be gentle.”

Susan laughed:

“I’m always gentle.”

Then she felt Marsha’s hand slip into her dress and touch the hard plate of her pec. She let her try and find a good grip. The warmth of the woman’s hand was nice. She was so soft … Then Susan flexed her chest, and turned its almost soft shape into blocks of carved muscle. Marsha stared as she tried to make those packs move. No matter how much she strained, nothing could be done.

Then she felt Susan’s hands on her own tits. The woman’s strength was rather overwhelming. She sighed and continued her exploration of those monster pecs. She never imagined a human body could be this hard …

The boys were speechless. This was too good to be true. Slowly, Susan pulled down her dress and revealed her uber-muscular bust. Then she stood up and guided Marsha along. The waitress was completely mesmerized.

Then Gary broke the mood by asking:

“Can I try too?”

Marsha came back to and quickly rearranged her uniform. Then she retreated. Susan smirked at her and packed back up. She exchanged glances with Jeffrey and said:

“If you boys manage to impress me, I just about might …”

They were a bit confused by the offer. Gary asked:

“What do you mean? How do we do this?”

“You can try and give my pecs and abs a good punch. If that does anything to me, I just might reward you. No holding back.”

They exchanged glances. The men were all pretty strong, or at least fit enough to do their jobs. No pro boxers, but still guys that could pack a punch.

The biggest of them, Wally, asked:

“You sure about that? You know about the time I got into trouble …”

They all nodded. That had been pretty bad. Fred had it coming, but still, it was generally agreed that breaking his jaw like that had been a bit much.

“Yeah, stop discussing. Less talk, more punch!”

Marsha was still a bit dreamy, but she said:

“How about you take that out to the backyard? I don’t want you to mess up my diner. Not like that.”

There were nods of agreement. Susan said:

“I’ll just get changed. I don’t want you to crumple my new dress.”

“Sure, sure.”

[El_Roy_1999]

Inspired by the classic movie “Death Becomes Her”, here’s a story of magic transformation and strange decisions of older women …

Muscle Becomes Her
Three little old ladies in a fancy retirement home spend their days swooning at the young and beautiful masseurs and personal trainers. If only there was a way to be young, strong and beautiful again …
This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth, age regression and breast expansion. All characters are at least 18 years old.

Get it here:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1298675

Read the preview:
“Here he comes!” Eunice was all excited. She giggled like a schoolgirl, unable to contain herself. She barely managed to stop herself from clapping her hands and hyperventilating.
Frida and Giselle exchanged glances. There was a little bit of mockery in their expressions, but it was good-natured. After all, they had spent the last fifteen years with their friend and they knew about her ability to get excited about things. Or people, for that matter. The new physical therapist was definitely worth the excitement. He was tall, strong and had a slim waist, with short black hair and that fancy line of white hair above the ears. The man looked like an action hero, and even the retirement home’s, no, pensioners’ palace’s smock could ruin his style.
Giselle gave Eunice a little frown and whispered:
“Eunice, dear, please …”
The tiny woman in her chocolat training suit blushed and replied quietly:
“Am I doing it again?”
“You are.”
“Oooh … Sorry, Giselle. I just … I can’t contain myself … He’s just so handsome!”
“Yes, he is, but you still have to keep your dignity. You can’t run around shrieking like a teenager.”
Frida nodded gravely.
“Please, Eunice, try to act your age.”
“You keep saying this, but honestly, why should I? Being old is not nice. It’s achy and slow and the only thing I can do now, is look and dream.”
Frida smiled. Eunice was always so outspoken, but she was right. She unzipped her purple training jacket and whispered:
“You’re right, of course. It’s just … You can’t even hope to get his attention. Please don’t make any stupid moves.”
“I never …”
The purple-clad old lady glared mockingly at her.
“Remember Santiago?”
“Okay, Santiago was a bit much … But he started it. He didn’t have to mention that he was single!”
Giselle shushed them:
“Quiet, everybody.” She stood up straight in her grey tracksuit. She was the tallest and most serious of the trio. “You both know Zayn has a girlfriend. Do not embarrass him. Also, we should get ready. It’s going to start!”
The two others nodded and fell in. As they stretched, they did try to sneak in adoring little looks at the wonderful young man. As the exercises started, Eunice did call on him a few times to “get help” and she did blush and smile at Frida when he placed his hand on her lower back to direct her. The woman in the purple sweatsuit rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help agreeing. It was annoying being old. Why couldn’t they be young again? Or at least younger?

As the training finished, Frida could see that Eunice was about to try some cutesy stunt, so she cut her off and said:
“Zayn, thank you for the coaching. It was a pleasure.”
“Thank you, Frida.”
“And give my regards to your young lady …” She glared at Eunice, who sheepishly looked away.
The hunk nodded:
“I will. Though I must say, sometimes, I would love someone who is … a little more mature. She is great, but … maybe I should look for someone closer to my age.”
Frida set her hand on his forearm and winked:
“I’m sure she is perfect for you.”
Eunice looked a bit bothered, but Giselle suddenly seemed all thoughtful.

Later, after dinner, the trio was just finishing their card game when Giselle said:
“Eunice, I’m sure you are missing a card. Where did it go?”
The other older lady mock-harrumphed:
“How do you keep spotting it?”
“I’m not spotting it. I just count the turns and you were done too early.”
Frida rubbed her temples:
“Eunice, are you seriously cheating at Uno?”
The accusee grinned:
“Maybe?”
She took another sip of chamomile tea and added:
“I just want a bit of excitement! I love you both like sisters, but … I want to have a good-looking guy once in a while!”
Frida jerked her head to the right:
“You could try Harold.”
“Harold is a bore, his hair is a toupee, and he thinks he is God’s gift to women. Nah.”
“This is what’s on offer, Eunice.”
“But if Zayn says he is into mature women …”
“I don’t think he meant mature like us. More like a very good-looking forty-year-old.”
“Yeah? Well, I wish I could try!”
Frida groaned.
Giselle listened to her friends’ banter and finally said:
“There’s a thing. Malina, the librarian, she told me there’s a master beautician she heard of. A woman that can return one’s vigor and beauty and even more …”
Frida made a dismissive gesture:
“Bah. That’s just one of those injection women! They put some acids under your skin, and then, they say, tadaa, you’re young again.” She mocked the style of the beauticians. “Ah, Madame, you look gorgeous, ravishing … Could I speak to your mother, please? Bah.”
“No, the stuff really works.”
Eunice’s eyes lit up:
“We should try it. Tonight!”
Frida shook her head:
“No. Please. No experiments. Please.”
“If Giselle says it works, then it works.”
Their leader hesitated:
“I only have her word for it …”
“You wouldn’t have mentioned it if you didn’t believe in it. We do it!” Eunice was convinced already. “I’m going to get us a taxi!”
Frida tried to stop her, but Eunice was already fired up. She gave Giselle a pleading look, but the head of their little band nodded.
“We will try. If it’s stupid, we go home immediately.”
Frida wanted to protest, but then, she caved.
“Alright. I’ll get my coat.”

The taxi driver brought them to the address Giselle gave him and she told him to wait for their return. He shrugged and kept the meter running. Obviously, these old women were loaded. He wasn’t going to pass on that opportunity.
The trio looked at the place. It was strange. They had lived around the city most of their lives, and they had never seen it. It was some kind of Gilded Age palace, with towers and pointed roofs, statues and columns. It exuded an aura of luxury and noblesse.
Frida frowned:
“Are you certain this is the right address, Giselle? It doesn’t look like a beauty parlor.”
Their leader shook her head.
“No, it doesn’t. I take that as a good sign.”
Eunice had already walked over to the bell and rung it, much to Frida’s discomfort.
Moments later, a butler appeared, wearing a tuxedo. The man looked positively handsome, having aged like fine wine. He observed them for a few seconds, then asked:
“Miladies, what brings you here?”
Giselle wanted to explain, but Eunice blurted out:
“We heard you make people beautiful! We want some of that!”
The man returned an enigmatic smile and a courteous nod. Giselle cut in:
“Malina, our home’s librarian, told us about this place.”
“Ah. Very well, then. Do come in.”
He opened the gates. As they walked through the large gardens, they heard soft, yet sensual music from the main building. They heard giggles in the bushes, and other, more intimate sounds. There was a fragrance of youth and energy to the whole scene. The moon was hanging big and round in the sky. They passed statues of men and women in rather explicit poses, then arrived at the house itself.
A large marble entrance greeted them. The music was clearer here and they saw men and women in the halls, dancing, chatting, playing with each other and obviously engaged in intense courtship. They were all young and beautiful, no, they were gorgeous, erotic even.
The trio felt uncomfortable. Weak, old, disgusting. The sheer energy of the place made them feel as if they were standing out like a sore thumb. The outfits of these people alone were enough to single them out.
Eunice had her cutest blouse on, the same rich maroon tone as her tracksuit. Frida had preferred her more serious purple shirt on, while Giselle had picked a rather elegant light grey dress with a more dramatic collar.
The people here were wearing gowns and suits, or strange outfits that seemed way too skimpy or tight. Even Giselle’s clothes looked dumpy in this place.
The butler kept his eyes front, as if he were completely used to this sight.

Then they emerged into a massive atrium. A large marble pool decorated with mosaics and gold dominated the room, with sleek columns supporting the roof ring. On a dais, there was a chaise longue made of some blood-red wood, upholstered in satin, and on it, a tall, slim woman was reclining.
As the butler led them inside, she stirred and got up. It was impossible for them to determine her ethnicity. She had soft, glowing skin, tanned but still somehow pale, short, elegant black hair and eyes that seemed to peer deep into their souls.
The woman descended from the dais, the cream-colored sheer silk dress flowing around her lithe body. They were shocked by the amount of jewelry the woman was wearing, and it looked somewhat ancient, though so stylish that it could also be height of fashion.
“Welcome, my friends.”
Her voice was deep and pleasant, seductive even. The three old women were speechless for a moment, then Giselle managed to speak:
“Thank you for having us. We, uh, learned of this place from Malina, and …”
“Malina. Yes. She recommended it? Very well. So, what brought you here?”
Eunice was silent for once, while Frida wanted to retreat. Giselle pressed on:
“She said that you could return our beauty and vigor …”
“I do.”
“And … we would … want to try that.”
“Of course you do.”
The tall woman gauged her visitors, seeing their desperation. Then a gentle smile played on her perfect lips. She walked over to a kind of shrine, a carved piece of what seemed like ivory, and opened a small door. Then she took out a crystal vase filled with an ominous pink liquid.
Suddenly, Frida felt very uncomfortable, while Eunice shivered, both with excitement and fear.
The woman explained:
“This elixir was created at the dawn of time by the founders of our … association. I have been put in charge of administering it and to choose those that deserve it. It will halt your ageing, and it will even reverse it. It will make you vigorous and full of energy.”
Her words filled the large hall, the trio’s silence deafening.
Then Eunice asked:
“For real?”
The woman nodded gently:
“Indeed. It is very potent. I must warn you, though. I can give it to you, for a price, of course, but you will have to stay together for a long, long time.” She paused. “If you wish, you can have it.”
Frida glared:
“What price are we talking about?”
The woman raised an eyebrow and named a sum. It was eye-watering, and would put a deep dent in their finances, but it was possible.
They exchanged glances and Giselle nodded. In unison, they pulled out their checkbooks.
The butler collected the checks on a silver platter, then disappeared. Frida raised an eyebrow.
“Aren’t you going to see whether they are covered?”
The woman laughed:
“My dear Frida, we must learn to trust each other. You are welcome at my home, so I know that you are true to your word.”
“Ah …”
Somehow Frida started to wonder whether this woman actually needed their money, and whether this was all some kind of big trick. She took a step back.
The butler returned with three champagne flutes on his platter. He set it down on a small table next to the woman’s place. She thanked him with an imperceptible nod and poured the pink liquid into the glasses.
The woman smiled and distributed the glasses. The glow of the liquid shone surprisingly bright in the twilight of the atrium. Once everybody was ready, Eunice and Frida hesitated. Giselle saw this and raised her glass:
“To beauty!”
Eunice chuckled and said:
“To youth!”
Frida caught their smiles and whispered:
“To life!”
They drank. The pink glow was visible down their throats, then seemed to spread over their chests, then all through their bodies. Then it faded, leaving a sweet, refreshing taste in their mouths.
Then nothing happened.
Frida sighed:
“Ha. So much for that …”
But then, she felt something within her. She looked at one of the crystal mirrors and gasped. She saw the years disappear from her face. In no time, she went from senior citizen to middle-aged, and just feeling the lines on her face fade and her skin tighten made her all tingly.
“Oh …”
Her teeth rearranged themselves, her hair grew full, her eyebrows regained their color, her lashes became more dense and longer, her lips recovered their fullness, age spots disappeared, her jowls tightened and soon, her chin was defined and clear again. Her vision turned sharp and she had to pull off her glasses.
She looked over to the others and they were going through the same transformation. She had seen pictures of Giselle as a younger woman, of course, and she had been quite the beauty. Now, she was fast returning to this state. Even more, she looked youthful and strong now. Eunice’s cute aged face turned positively pixyish, charm and humor shining from her glowing eyes.
Then Frida noticed that the transformation was spreading further. She looked at the clothes turn flabby around her body. She stared at the reflection and realized that her backbone was stretching back to its original length and stability, while her belly tightened and thinned. Then she felt her breasts swell up in their bra.
She looked around ecstatically, trying to get a good look. Eventually, she gave up and just stared down her shirt and watched as her breasts rose and firmed up. She quickly pulled off the shirt. She had to see this!
“Oh, wow … Look at this!”
Frida could see her breasts fill up until they were perky and full, more fitting for a young woman in full bloom. She barely managed not to giggle, and then she did anyway as her butt caught up, tightening and turning from flat and sagging to bulbous and lovely.
She turned to the others and found it curious. Somehow, the two others were now golden California blondes. Then she saw her own locks, and realized they now shared the same hair color. Strange. She had been a blonde, but she knew for a fact that Eunice had been chestnut-haired, while Giselle had sported jet-black locks.
Still, the others didn’t seem to mind. Instead, they were quickly taking off their clothes, marveling at their rejuvenated bodies and running their hands over their curves.
Eunice put it simple:
“I’ve turned into a bombshell, and I love it! Thank you, ma’am!”
Their hostess just smiled enigmatically. Suddenly, Eunice was feeling uncomfortable. She still had her cheerful way, but the woman’s smile gave her a stop. Then she noticed it. She looked at Frida:
“What’s with the tan?”
“What tan?” Frida looked at her hands. To her surprise, her skin started turning darker swiftly. In no time, she went from her pale, indoor tone to a deep, intense tan. She gasped:
“What’s going on?” She turned to their hostess. “What’s happening? Why are you doing this?”
The woman just smiled, a hint of mockery in her expression.
While they still tried to figure out what was happening, their breasts started swelling again. This time, they were not going for an elegant, youthful bust, however. Instead, their bosoms expanded quickly and brutally. For Frida, this was a sudden nightmare. She watched in horror as her formerly beautiful creamy breasts, all supple and full, seemed to explode into absurd, stripperific monsters!

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