[El_Roy_1999]

This is a story that is full of very intense feats of strength involving an absurdly strong older woman, and her very powerful vulva. You’re probably gonna like it …

Junkyard Queen
Ron only wanted to be rid of all the junk from his ex’ house. He did his best to be a gentleman, but disposing of this stuff turned out to be more complicated than expected. Happily, Dena was willing to help him with all that. And Dena is certainly the strongest woman he ever met! This work of erotic fiction contains female muscle and feats of strength. All characters are at least 18 years old.

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A sample to get you in the mood: 

Ron gripped the wheel a bit harder, hoping to control his car as he drove over the potholed street. The guys at his hometown’s junkyard had told him that they were full and no amount of persuasion, even bribery, would let him dump a trunkful of old appliances. His car was pretty much full and he had to strap everything down so it wouldn’t fall off on that bumperfest of a road. 
The whole situation had started innocently. He had parted on good terms with his ex, and when Sonya had asked him to get rid of all the old appliances in her new home, he had shrugged and agreed. Together with her cousins, he had carried out the whole stuff, then loaded it on his pickup truck. 
As far as he had been concerned, he had just expected to bring the stuff to the junkyard and be done with it. 
Then those guys told him that they were full and the odyssey had begun. 
They were so nice as to provide him with the other address, but that place was in the next county and the road that led there, well, yeah. It was shit. His car’s suspension was fighting for its life and the GPS on his phone was constantly updating and increasing the duration of his trip. 
So much for that. 
Something in the back produced a loud clang. 
Ron just hoped it wasn’t something important. He prayed to whatever god would still listen that it was just a piece of junk that had come loose. 
He rounded a corner very carefully, begging the fates not to flip over his car in the worst moment, then he breathed a loud sigh of relief: Like the Pearly Gates, he saw the entrance to the fabled junkyard the guys had suggested. It looked, well, not run down, but ancient. The other yard had plenty of equipment towering around and seemed much more like a factory, while this one looked more like one of those things you’d see in a movie. One of those old Hollywood movies. 
Hm. 
Ron decided to take his chances. 

He drove into the yard and was greeted by loud crunches and the shrieks of tearing metal. At least, the place was in use, even if it looked slightly “out of fashion”, if that even was a thing with junkyards. 
He stopped the car, got out and did a quick check of his load. Yes. Happily, everything was still there as far as he could tell and even better, the junk hadn’t damaged his car. He was relieved. Now all he had to do was get rid of all that trash and be on his way. 
Oh, Sonya definitely owed him one. A big one. 
He followed the noise to see if he could find someone to help him unload the trash. 
Ron rounded a line of neatly stacked metal plates and then emerged on an open area where some topless guy in jeans underpants was busy doing what exactly? He tried to figure out what was going on. The man was pulling apart an old truck with his bare hands. Okay, not with his bare hands, he was wearing gloves, but as far as Ron knew, this was the kind of work you were supposed to do with cutters or some kind of machine. Instead, the guy ripped off the truck’s roof, his astonishingly pumped muscles contracting into a mass of striations. 
The screech of metal was terrifying. No wonder the guy was wearing ear muffs. 
Ron walked into the man’s field of view to get noticed and stopped and stared. 
This … guy was actually a woman. Of sorts. It took him a bit to process what he was seeing. 
The dude who had just ripped apart some rolled steel was actually an old woman, with curly white hair and an ancient face, the skin tanned from hard work outside, but with a surprisingly nice smile. She was cute in an oldish way. 
Then again, she was topless, and Ron had never seen a chest like that. He had never, ever seen anybody with muscles like these. Her pecs were twin giant slabs of muscle that stood from her chest by four inches, deeply carved with ripped striations and which absolutely crushed her nipples, which pointed downwards from the sheer overwhelming mass. 
Below that, she sported a set of bulging eightpack abs that stood out like a turtle shell from an equally powerful midsection. Her shoulders and back were wide enough that one could probably drive one of these trucks across. 
The woman looked at him as she pulled off the remaining connections of the roof and then proceeded to place it against her chest, using her absurdly massive arms to flatten it further. 
As the groan of metal died down, she pulled off the earmuffs and asked: 
“Yes?”
Her voice was deep and strong too, but very feminine, almost sultry. Ron felt his loins stir for no obvious reason. What the hell was going on?
“Uh … Yeah. Hi. I’m Ron Turner, and the guys at Davis Recycling told me they were full and that you’d take my trash.”
The old woman put the neatly pressed plate of steel on a stack close-by and nodded: 
“Sure. Let me take a look at your stuff. I shouldn’t have much trouble. Besides, one of the scrap metal buyers is going to show up later. Maybe I can get rid of it immediately.”
Ron kept staring at her. This was obviously making that woman a bit uncomfortable, or at least annoying her. 
“Do I have anything on my face, Ron?”
He blushed: 
“No, no. I was just surprised.”
“By what?”
The blushing got worse: 
“Well … By you?”
“Never seen a working woman before? I thought you city guys were all emancipated?”
“That’s not what I meant …” He had to follow her now, since she headed for his car already. It was odd to watch her walk. Her quads were so massively thick that she walked with a strange kind of swagger, her whole body swinging as she walked. With every step she took, her calves swelled and bulged, spreading out sideways as she marched on. 
She rounded the truck. 
“What did you mean?”
“The … the you being topless.”
“It’s my own place. I can be as topless as I want. What kind of a prude are you? Besides, it’s not as if I got any tits swinging around, right?”
He chuckled nervously. 
“Yeah. I guess. Hey, sorry. I was just surprised and I didn’t want to insult you.”
She turned to him, which was a whole procedure of movements, her mighty upper body swinging around. Then she smiled at him, looking all like a cute old granny. It was a strange sight to look down on her from his 6’2”, her old woman face framed by the most brutally shredded muscle collar he had ever seen. 
“Ron, it’s okay. I didn’t get to the ripe age of 72 and still be insulted by youngsters who like to stare.”
The last words really stung. He wasn’t staring! Okay, no, he was staring, but he wasn’t staring like a teenager. And this ancient woman wasn’t making him horny. No sir. 
He hid his shaking hands and turned to the pickup truck: 
“Anyway … Here’s the stuff. It’s just old appliances from my ex’ house.”
“Uh-huh.” The old woman examined the load and said: “Okay, I can take it.”
“Thank you, ma’am! You wouldn’t know how far I had to drive all that stuff!”
“Don’t ‘ma’am’ me, Ron. I’m not ‘sir’ing you either. I’m Dena. Dena Eastman.”
“Okay. Pleased to make your acquaintance!”
“God, you’re so formal! Like a gentleman, really. Didn’t know they still made those …”
“Uh … Anyway, should I unload the things?”
She laughed: 
“Nah. Grab a chair from the shed and a beer. I’ll just take care of this. It’s quicker this way.”
“Are you sure?”
She scoffed and climbed on the car with a smooth, powerful push, hoisting her muscle-packed body on the car’s deck. The suspension groaned. For a moment, Ron got nervous. What if that woman weighed too much and it would break his axle?
She made a gesture at the shed: 
“Quick now. And bring me a beer too!”
Ron did as he was told while still looking back at the car. He saw Dena pick the washing machine first and lift it up with one arm, then hoisting it up and up on her shoulder. There, she brought her second, equally gigantic arm to it and stabilized the whole thing. Next, she stepped down from the car with a kind of leap and landed with a stomp, the machine still on her back. It was obviously heavy, but didn’t seem to burden her all that much. 
Dena just set it down a little further and then climbed back up, picking the dryer next. 
Ron wanted to say something about maybe assisting her, but she just made a dismissive gesture and declared: 
“I got this, don’t worry.”
So, with this information, he sat down and opened his can. He sat down and watched as she picked up the dryer and just easily carried it to the deck’s end, then jumped off, catching her fall easily. She literally jogged over to the washing machine and set the dryer down, then continued unloading the various bits and bobs with absolute ease. In no time, the car was empty and all the stuff he had brought was neatly set out. 
She clapped her hands: 
“There, done!”
Ron was impressed. He got up from his chair, his beer half-finished, and said: 
“That was amazing! I have never seen anyone as strong as you!”
The woman grinned, obviously flattered by the compliment. 
“Yeah, I get that a lot …”
She played with one of the white locks of her hair. Ron passed the appliances and reminded himself of how awful it had been to move them all on the car. Then he looked over at the musclewoman that had dealt with all this in mere minutes. He swallowed nervously, then asked: 
“I guess you also get that thing a lot, but … how did you get so strong?”
Dena laughed: 
“Okay, yes, that is literally the second most common question!” She walked over to the chair with a mighty swing of her dramatic upper body, picked up the second beer can and popped it open. “To make things very simple, it was hard work, really. And apparently, I have great genetics, or so the doctor said. He had a blood sample taken and sent in for analysis and the bigwigs basically said that I am really good at getting big muscles.” She took a sip of her beer and sighed: “That was certainly worth all the studying.”
“So you work this place alone?”
“Uh-huh. Ever since my deadbeat husband pissed off years ago, leaving me with this heap of trash and quite a bit of debt. A wonderful guy, I tell you. But I got busy, and would you believe it, I found my calling. Every time I crush an especially big bit of trash, I think of him, and it makes me all warm and fuzzy inside!”
She laughed, then asked: 
“Want another beer?”
Ron hesitated. He shouldn’t be drinking and driving, obviously. While the chance of running into a cop out here in the sticks was very low, he didn’t want to screw this up. Then again, the weather was nice, the company was interesting, the beer was cool, and he wasn’t exactly busy today, so he said: 
“Yeah, that would be awesome!”
Dena chuckled and said: 
“Okay, then come along. I still have a few things to take care of, but you can watch and maybe lend me a hand.”
He followed her to the inner part of the junkyard, getting himself a beer from the cooler in the shed on the way. 
Once there, she told him to sit down and walked over to one of the cars there. It was a rather ancient sedan that looked really battered and indeed, there was a massive dent in its front. Ron asked: 
“That looks bad. How did that happen?”
Dena shrugged her enormous shoulders and said: 
“I don’t really know. I pulled it out of a tree and haven’t had time to do the proper disassembly. I just stripped the catalytic converter, the airbag and the electronics, and now I gotta break it up.”
She crouched down. He asked: 
“Aren’t you going to get some kind of trolley or something to move it?”
Dena grunted and stood up, her massive hamstrings popping out as she lifted the car’s back easily. Ron couldn’t help noticing just how incredibly wide and defined her back was. It was like watching a landscape forming under his eyes. There were valleys and hills, mountain ranges and chasms that shifted with her power. She had spread her legs a bit to make room for her massive thighs and she held the car up like it was nothing. 
Ron tried to suppress it but a “Wow!” escaped him anyway.
It was clear that Dena liked the admiration. She strutted her stuff and pulled the car behind her, declaring: 
“Why would I, it’s got wheels!”
Ron nodded slowly as she swaggered by. 
“Yeah … I guess it does, still … I can’t believe how strong you are.”
She laughed, pulling the car and not even breathing hard. 
“You don’t have to believe if you’re seeing it!”
Once she had the car in position, she grabbed a crowbar and started popping off the bodywork. Ron watched in fascination as she just bent the metal away with quick and easy movements. It took five minutes, tops. 
Then she grabbed the edge of the body and just lifted it off, flipping it over on its roof and revealing the rather mangled insides of the car. She walked over to the front and started blowing off the bolts of the engine. 
Ron commented: 
“I don’t think you’re actually going to need my help, right?”
She chuckled: 
“Not yet, no.” She looked over to him just as she pushed down on the crowbar and her aged face seemed to light up, seeming strangely alluring. Just then, there was a squeal of metal and she cursed: 
“Oh, fuck!”
She lifted the crowbar back up and Ron noticed it was bent. How did that happen?
“Uh … Did you just do that?”
“Yeah, sorry. I wasn’t concentrating. Happens to the best of us, right?”
Ron laughed: 
“Nope. Never. But … what are you going to do now?”
“Hey, it’s not the first time.”
With a grin, she lifted the bar up, set it against the back of her neck and stretched her muscle-packed arms backwards. Then she slipped them under the bar and tightened her muscles, using the deep grove between her enormous traps to hold it in place. 
Ron stared as the bar was bent back into shape. Once it was vaguely ready, she rolled it around on her muscles for a bit, occasionally giving it further pushes until it was alright again. 
The man asked: 
“Okay … This is an actual steel bar?”
“Sure. There wouldn’t be much of a point for it to be made of wood, right?” She laughed. 
Ron nodded: 
“I think you’re the strongest person I’ve ever seen. I mean, not only in real life, just … everywhere.”
She flashed him a wonderful smile: 
“I’m pretty buff, you’re right!”
She flexed one of her arms and set off a cascade of brutally pumped muscles that just seemed to get harder and harder, swelling in all directions and displaying all kinds of veins and striations. Ron started to sweat, and it wasn’t just the afternoon heat. 
Dena stretched and scratched her enormously thick pecs. Each pack of hard meat was as big as Ron’s head and it looked as if it was absolutely undentable. 
She walked over to him, her body glowing. 
“I have to admit though, you’re quite hunky too, Ron.”
Her look was smoldering. She held the crowbar easily in her hand and sighed: 
“I probably should be working, but …”
Instead of continuing her sentence, she gave the bar a long, intense lick, dragging her tongue over its length. 
Ron was instantly hard. He was a little confused by the situation, after all, a super-intense, ancient woman with absurdly big muscles was on the furthest end of things that would turn him on. But he had to face the facts. His cock was stirring in his pants, and he was getting really horny. 
Then she was upon him. With a strong hand, she basically ripped his belt open, sending the buckle flying. Normally, Ron would have felt either annoyed or terrified, either by the destruction of his stuff or the fact that she could rip thick leather like paper, but right then, he was getting absurdly turned on. 
He quickly undid his fly to save his pants from imminent annihilation and dropped them, revealing his rigid dick. 
And then, she was upon him. She lifted him up easily, basically raising his crotch to her face level, and leaned her head back to rest on her enormous traps. 
Then she kissed his cock, and circled its head with her tongue. It felt warm and wet, and although Ron was basically held in the air like a ragdoll, he felt amazing. 
He felt her tongue dance along his dick, exploring it, playing with it, stimulating it. It was incredible! Even Dena’s tongue seemed to be absurdly strong …
She groaned happily, sucking his dick, licking it up and down, then hovering it down her throat. 
He groaned: 
“Oh God! This is … amazing … I … never …”
Just as he was about to blow his load, her hand seemed to lock around the base of his cock and her steel fingers blocked him. 
His entire body started to shiver. She licked down his full length, then released him. 
“Not so fast, Ron … Let me enjoy this!”
“I … Oh … Oooh …”
She released his cock and sucked on it some more, then went back to licking it from its base to the head, then back down. She engulfed his balls and played with them with her tongue, making him scream with horniness. And yet, just as he was about to cum, she held him again, let him calm down and started again. 
Ron was shaking wildly up there, going crazy from her tricks. He desperately wanted to cum, but she just kept turning him on more and more, her massive muscles all swollen under him, her eager, hungry mouth ravishing his cock and balls. 
“Pleeeease … Deeeena … Come oooon …”
She swirled her tongue along his cock before sucking down on it again, her warm mouth embracing its hardness again. As she let it pop out again, carefully controlling the pressure of her strong hand on it, she grinned: 
“You’re a courteous young man, I give you that …”
Then she opened her mouth once more, sucked his whole length in and squeezed it, her tongue playing along his shaft until it reached his base. 
He came with a squeal, the sound echoing over the junkyard. She swallowed his cum eagerly and licked him clean. 
Then, slowly, she set him back down. 
Ron was stunned: 
“Wow. Wow … That was … incredible. I … I … Thank you. Thank you …”
The old woman grinned and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. 
“Bah, don’t mention it. You’re a gentleman, you only deserve a good treatment!”
Ron blushed. Dena’s openness somewhat shocked him. He hesitated, then he said: 
“Okay, but I’ve got to make it up to you!”
She chuckled: 
“Are you sure about that? I’m pretty voracious …”
He nodded: 
“I insist!”
“Then insist away!”
He got on his knees in front of her. She was shorter than him, but she did have long legs in proportion. He also only now realized just how enormous her legs were. Each thigh was easily larger than his head, and they tapered to some brutally massive hips, and a slim and absurdly muscle-packed waist. Ron stared at the fibers of her muscles moving under her skin. It was fascinating, but also shocking. 
She moved her hips a bit, sending shockwaves of muscle through her legs. 
“Okay, Ron, now here’s the question: I appreciate the gesture, but you really have to get those pants off me …”
“Okay …”
“So, how are you going to do this?”
Ron looked up. Her aged face was partially obscured by those massive slabs of pec meat. This woman was so hulkingly big … 
He nodded to himself and undid the fly on her tiny jeans hotpants. He instantly understood she wasn’t wearing any underwear. The warm smell of her pussy almost drove him mad with lust. He slowly pulled the sides of her fly away and was greeted by a shaved, muscular crotch. Some thick veins snaked down from her cobblestone abs to her bulging pubic mound. 
With a deep breath, Ron slipped his pants under the tight fabric, reaching around her hips and feeling the brutal hardness of her muscles. Softly, he kissed her mound and licked upwards to the separation of her abs. 
Dena seemed to appreciate it. 
“Ooh, nice … I love it already, Ron … you’re a good man …”
Carefully, Ron started moving the pants down. It was hard work and he really struggled. They were way too tight on those muscles, and Dena’s mounting arousal made her flex her glutes a bit, moving her crotch closer to his face. It was difficult to peel her out of those jeans without ruining them. He sighed, then groaned as he slowly got it down. 
To help him a little, Dena shifted her stance, once again making her absurdly hard muscles shift. By now, he was struggling to roll those hot pants down to her thighs. Their mass made the procedure even more difficult. 
Finally, after a bit of pulling and dragging, he managed to free her pussy without even popping a single seam on those pants. 
Dena grinned: 
“Wow … You really did it! I’m impressed! When you’re done with your tongue, I guess you’ll have to put those hands to good use too.”
Ron stared at her pussy. Now he had been with a few women in his life, some younger, some older, but he had never seen anything like this. To be perfectly honest, he felt intimidated. He didn’t know a vulva could be strong, and that one could actually “see” it, but this one was. 
Its lips seemed somehow meaty and powerful, encasing a tight, wet hole. Dena’s clitoris was as big as the tip of his thumb, and it looked swollen and ready. If anything, those lips seemed as if they could bite … 
He hesitated. 
Dena groaned. She was getting desperately horny from all this, and so, her pussy lips spread invitingly. Ron slowly extended his tongue, still a bit afraid of what would happen. Then his tip touched her lips and he slowly licked over their meaty mass. Dena shivered, her muscles tensing all over. 
Ron licked on, carefully tracing those lips, then circling her clit, then kissing it. As he closed his lips around Dena’s clit, she gasped:
“Wow … You’re great at this … I love it … This is the fun part about you city guys … You really try to do a woman good …”
Ron felt a certain pride at this comment and continued, his tongue eagerly dancing around Dena’s clit and lips, even occasionally darting within her. That’s when she caught him. Somehow, she was able to move her lips like this, and they closed around his tongue tip. 
“Glrf!”
Dena grunted happily as he slapped against her thighs. She released him, but as soon as he returned to it, she held him again. Then she brought her powerful hands against the back of his head and held him in place, gently, yet forcefully pushing him into her crotch. 
Seeing as he was caught now, Ron licked her clit and sank a finger into her aching pussy. To his surprise, that felt a little lost in there. 
He added another, but that still didn’t seem to even begin to satisfy her. 
With mounting nervousness, he shoved his entire fist into her. The effect was immediate. 
“Oh God! Yesss!”
He ran his fingers along her insides carefully at first, but she seemed to be uninterested in further gentleness. Instead, she increased her hand’s pressure against his head, and so, he did what he could. 
With full force, he shoved his fist into her. It felt wrong, but what could he do? It wasn’t as if this Valkyrie would release him anyway!
He pistoned her now, hammering his fist into her. With every push, her lips seemed to suck on his wrist, getting him in faster. Ron was noticing that this was both terrifying and erotic, since his cock was already brutally hard again. 
She shouted: 
“Oh yesss! Yesss! Come on! Harder! Yes, yesss! Rooon!”
He took her words to heart and literally punched into her, getting into the rhythm and sucking on her clit as he fisted her. 
“Gaaaarrrr …”
She came with a growl, her insides twitching and tightening around his fist. For a moment, Ron was very afraid, but she released him and he pulled out his slick hand, everything dripping with her juices. 
He flopped down on the ground, completely exhausted. 
His fist was white from all the squeezing. 
Without much further words, Dena reached down to her crotch, adjusted something and sighed happily. Then she pulled her tiny pants back up and stretched her enormous chest. 
At last, she said: 
“That was very nice, young man. You’re going to fit in just right …”
“Fit in?” Ron was seriously confused by what she was saying. He was also brutally horny, desperate for a fuck. He couldn’t understand how anybody could be so absolutely powerful … 
He just had to ask: 
“How do you do it?”
“Do what?”
“Get so strong? I mean, you are literally more powerful than a hydraulic press. How can that be?”
Dena continued her stretching, then extended a hand to the still lying Ron: 
“Come on, get up!”
He took it and she casually pulled him to his feet. It felt as if she would throw him around for a moment, but he stumbled and caught himself. 
She laughed at his clumsiness and said: 
“I wouldn’t know, really. That’s just the way I am. Maybe there’s something in the water …” She mused on the question for a bit. “Bah, it’s probably just the exercise. There’s always some heavy lifting to do!”
He wanted to ask something, but Dena cut him off: 
“I still got a few little things to do. Once I’m done, we can fool around a little more. So how about you relax a bit and I finish those?”
Ron was conflicted. He didn’t have anything to do right now, and the afternoon was already mostly over. Sure, he could drive back to the city and do … nothing? Or he could hang around here and watch this insanely muscular woman work, with the prospect of more sex later on?
Okay, so there really wasn’t a conflict. It was just a kind of insecurity about just how intense Dena was. He did feel a little uncomfortable being so intensely outclassed. He wasn’t the man for a fragile masculinity, but Dena was so far beyond … It was tough. 
In the end, the horniness got the best of him. 
“That sounds like a wonderful idea. Just make sure you tell me if I can lend a hand!”
She laughed: 
“Yeah, I will. Don’t worry. But I think I will manage most of it!”
With these words, she marched back to the center of the scrapyard and got to work. 
Ron sat on a folding chair and watched attentively. It was quite the show. 
 

[El_Roy_1999]

Took me some time to get a new story ready, but this one is nice! If you like soul stealing and body swapping, if you enjoy old women taking over strong young girls, this one should fit your bill!

The Old Soul’s Confession
This is a continuation of Old Soul, Young Flesh. (Available here: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/997743) Mrs. Kane has taken her victim’s body, but somehow, the girl is still there, changing her, and struggling with her. How will they deal with the old woman’s crime?
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/1139279

And the preview: 

I stretch my back. It feels wonderful. Every day is a gift … 
Two years ago, I became her, Michelle Choe. When I look at our, no, my reflection, I sometimes still see her. It’s strange. I should be seeing myself. The young woman I am now. And yet, occasionally, I see her. Someone different. A person I am not. 
I shake my head to clear my mind. 
I can’t say I shouldn’t be proud of myself. I might have acquired Michelle’s body in … strange ways, but I have taken perfect care of it. My body is a work of art. An elegant sculpture, strong, its muscles heavy, yet tight and elegant. There is no plumpness to it, none of the clumsy, cartoonish misshapenness some other bodybuilders may have. It is sleek, sharp and hard, like a perfectly cut gem. When I go down to the gym, it’s not to “train”!
Ha!
It’s to worship. 
I hold mass thrice a day now. Once in the morning, once in the afternoon, and once at night. A physique like mine doesn’t just happen! It’s a constant way of improving oneself, of finding and destroying all those tiny imperfections. I use the internet a little now, Theo has picked a phone for me. I’m still a little clumsy, but I get better every day. I did see a picture with a muscleman on it, and it said: 
“Getting fit is easy, staying fit is hard.”
This is my motto. I gave it one of those votes. 
Reaching this level was rather simple. Now I need to build on it. 
I sometimes pick other women to train. Only those that are worthy, of course. I don’t need to be a simple personal trainer. That is absolutely unnecessary. Maybe one could say I am a sponsor? In every way, I’d think. 
If I take an athlete under my wings, she has everything she needs. I take care of the nutrition, the training schedule, the supplementation and the medical support. Oh, and the posing, of course. I had a few trainees already, and each one was a raging success on the bodybuilding stages of the world. I think the judges now understand that anyone who carries my seal of approval is championship material and that definitely counts for something … 
Theo sometimes sounds unhappy with me being in charge of everything, but then again, he loves the amenities I offer. Sure, he finished his studies and now works at some private school, but the money he’s earning there isn’t going far. After all, he has become very accustomed to the kind of casual luxury I offer. 
I must admit … It turns me on when he tries to assert some kind of dominance in our relationship. It’s so funny! When he’s there, talking about his money and his authority and how people admire him … It must be wonderful to be so confident over so little!
I did at least get him to join me during training. He only manages one session a day, he claims that’s because of his work schedule. If it helps him to tell himself that, it’s fine by me. The training does work. He has become a little more muscular, his waist is nice and trim and he looks … acceptable. Of course, next to a perfectionist such as me, he is alright at best. Still, making love with him is good. 
He did have to start taking a drug one of my doctors suggested to improve his sperm production. At first, he left me barely satisfied, and that is not enough for me. Now, when I tease him, he has difficulties restraining himself. That’s how I enjoy my men …

Right now, I am preparing for my third Western Open competition, and it’s going to be incredible. With all the work I’ve been putting in, it won’t be much of a challenge. My preparations are mostly completed, I just have to do the last bit of cutting, then up on stage and show the world that I can easily dominate a heavier weight class all the same. I know that bodybuilding isn’t much of a spectator sport these days, if it ever was, but I’m not doing this for the applause or the cheers. I do this for two reasons: I love to perfect my body, and I adore the expression of the competition when they see that they are outmatched. 
This is the sweetest moment of it all. Their jaws drop, they’re stunned and they forget what they were up to. Aaah … Just thinking about it turns me on. Victory celebrations are going to be amazing! First, I’m going to have my victory cheat meal: Something wonderful from the old country. I have found a tiny restaurant and they do all the great food from back home, using the truly ancient recipes … 
I don’t know how they do it, but it really takes me back. 
This is a strange thing. I probably should be enjoying that Korean stuff more, after all, I am Michelle Choe, but … it’s fine, I guess. 
But just having some wonderful dumplings, simmering in oil, sweet with sugar … Ah! At my age, you tend to forget the bad times, and you recover the beauty of your childhood. I’m so glad Theo still doesn’t understand what happened, and that he also is easily deceived. He definitely has found his role in our relationship!
I think I will marry him. There will be a prenup, of course. I don’t think he will ever tire of me, but should he dare … I want to be able to get rid of him quickly. For now, he will be wonderful. I have yet to get a dress tailored, but I have found a splendid couturière who will provide me with a wonderful white dress. I have seen her work, and I think she almost understands the power that my body brought me. Maybe I should get her to train with me, get a feeling for the energy? I don’t want it to look too martial, or too dollish. I’m sure she will come up with some fantastic, classic design …

I had the dream again. Dream? Better call it the nightmare it is!
I hate it. It happened before, and it was gruesome. I couldn’t move after waking up. I was just so terrified from it. I can’t see how I can get rid of it. It’s now four in the morning, and I am awake. Is should be sleeping. 
I have the competition in the evening, I should be fit and rested and my mind should be clear. Instead, I am lying in the dark on my bed, and I can’t stop panicking. I want to call for help, I want to wake someone to hold me, to tell me it isn’t true, but the words don’t come out. 
I am lying here, I can’t even grip the blanket with my hands. 
Is it the hunger? Is it the thirst? Is it the training? Is it stage fright?
No. 
It’s worse. 
It’s some kind of curse on me. 
She is so close. That old woman I used to be. She is still there. She could be lying in the bed next to me and I couldn’t see her, simply because I can’t turn my head. She could speak any moment and I would hear her voice … no … my voice. That horrible, ancient voice. She would take this body from me and leave me in that carcass … 
To feel it all rotting, the gums receding, the teeth falling out, the weakness and pain … Oh lord … This is bad. To hear that rasping breath, the hard, immobile fingers, the creaking joints, the thousands of aches and pains and the numbness that turns into agony … 
And I see my wonderful, beautiful body get up without me, leaving me to die. It turns and grins, it flexes and shows off its power, wiggles its hard ass and displays its perfect definition, and I sag and fall apart. 
I can’t even dare close my eyes. It’ll be back again. 
I need help. I need someone to tell me it isn’t happening! 
I … 
“Theo.”
No response. Did I really say it? Could he hear my voice?
“Theo!”
This time, it was almost a scream. 
He grumbles and groans. Slowly, he wakes up. I can feel him move. I wish I could look over to him. 
“Michelle? What is going on? It’s … I don’t know … early?”
I shiver. My body is sweaty and cold at the same time. 
“Theo, hold me. Please. Please …”
He turns around to face me and hugs me. His arms fit around my back with difficulty and it’s all very clumsy in the darkness, but it helps. 
I sob. 
“Oh, Theo … Theo … I … I was so afraid!”
“It’s okay. It’s alright … It was just a nightmare. I’m here.”
He caresses me, and I feel my body again. It’s mine. I’m me. I’m still in control.
I can see his eyes glint in the darkness, and a terrifying loneliness washes over me. I need him now …
I cuddle my strong body against him. It’s strange how he can be so warm. I can feel his hands on my back, holding me tighter. I breathe deeply, slowly calming down. He makes soothing noises and I feel better. The nightmare is still there, but it’s already starting to fade. The closer he holds me, the better it feels. 
I need to get rid of this fear. Despite him being so sleepy, I can feel his cock stir. Ah … Now that might be a possibility. My hand slips along his body, then to his crotch. He is getting harder already. I kiss him. At this time of the night, he is rather prickly, but that’s okay. 
He mumbles: 
“Don’t you want to go back to sleep?”
“Would you?”
“Hm … Not right away.”
“Exactly. Me neither.”
I play around with his cock, and soon, he is hard. I grin in the darkness, then extricate myself from his embrace. Carefully, I get on top of him. I can tell that the weight of my muscular body excites him. It always does. I might still have those strange and terrifying dreams, but I can be certain I picked the right body to be with him. 
His hands go to my breasts. He likes them a lot. I can understand. I do too. They’re so full and round … They’re marvelous! They’re exactly the way breasts should be … I feel his grip now. 
“Yesss …”
This is nice and intense. He plays with them for a bit while I rub myself against his rod. I can feel the tension of my dream fade away. Instead, there’s a new, better feeling rising with me. Tense, yes, but in a wonderful way. I moan as I slip him inside me. I hold him, slowly gliding down his cock. This is good … It always is. He is big, but not too big … 
I tighten myself, squeezing it a little harder than I should. He gasps. I’m not going to lie: I have trained my muscles down there hard ever since I got this body. At least half an hour a day! 
I know that might sound strange, but … it’s worth it. Anyone will tell you. I hold him, squeeze him, relax a bit, then grip him again. His hands are now on my haunches, and I gyrate slowly. He’s starting to match my rhythm. Good … 
I’m in charge. This is how it’s meant to be. 
Theo is a fine young man, but ultimately, he is a gentle soul, not fit to rule or decide. He’s best with me. 
I lean forward now, my nipples brushing against his chest. I ride him hard, my pussy all filled up with his cock. My hamstrings slap against his thighs. I gasp. My mind is clouding, all the stupid thoughts and fears fade away …

Eventually, we are done. He falls asleep quickly, but I can’t. I toss and turn for a while, then I get up. There’s no point in lying around, wasting my time. Better start the day like this. 
I slip out of the bedroom without waking the maids. There’s no point. Let them sleep!
Back in the day, I needed them a lot. Nowadays, I keep them around just for the cooking and cleaning. They make my life easier, but I could get rid of them. Sometimes, I think I should. Take responsibility for my whole life. 
Then again, they served me well and faithfully when I depended on them. It wouldn’t be honorable to drop them the moment I didn’t need them. Besides, what if it all breaks down again? I wouldn’t even know how that would work, but the thought scares me!
I’ll have to talk to the witch. She’ll know what this is all about and how to fix it!
Meanwhile, better get pumping. Just some light exercise to occupy my mind. After all, I still have the contest later today. It’d be a shame if all that work had been for nothing. 

The voice booms over the auditorium. I am backstage with the other competitors. We’re all dolled up, the fake tan glistening. My makeup is on point, my posing suit is a sparkling monstrosity. It’s really uncomfortable, constantly trying to get up my butt. I’d love to just do these competitions in the nude! At that point, it wouldn’t mean much, and after all, these suits don’t conceal much anyway. I glance over to Patricia. She’s old. She’s doing her best to smile. Hah. She’s at least fifty now, though she keeps lying about her age. If she only knew …
She’d give an arm and a leg to look like me! That would also fix her symmetry troubles. The others too! Angie? She’s cute, but she’s never really managed to put on some quality mass. They’re all nice and everything, but in the end, they don’t get it. Look at this new girl, Britney. Just getting big implants won’t win you the contest, dear! You still have to know how to pose. At least Patricia used to be a stripper! She knows how to move. You, Britney, are just clumsy. 
Time to get my trophy. 
“Ladies and gentlemen, a round of applause for our competitors!”
We all file back out on stage. I must admit, this is the part I hate most. This stupid moment between doing my show and getting the reward. I despise it, even though I win. 
“This year, our competitors really outdid themselves. The judges agree that it was very difficult to pick the winners and they hope that it will only spur everybody on to outdo themselves next year!”
Yadda, yadda.
“And now, on third place, Michelle Choe!”
What.
What?
WHAT?!
They can’t be serious? Third place? Me? How? Why? Okay, I was a little tired and lacked a bit on the definition, and maybe I did look a bit stressed, but … 
Smile. Smile graciously. Take the stupid trophy. I hate it already. Smile more. A little bow, another smile. Give the people a little wave. Kissie. Wave. Smile. 
I hate this. 
Quick. Just finish this stupid ceremony and … 
Wow. At least I’m backstage again. 
“Theo! Get my coat, we’re leaving.”
“Don’t you want to clean up?”
“No, we’re going now. I can’t deal with this right now.”
Look at that smug look. Look at the bitch. I hate her. Fuck Patricia. Madame Smug. So you won. Big deal. Don’t you dare kiss me. 
“Sorry, gotta go.”
“But we wanted to celebrate! I even have some panini.”
Panini? Seriously?
“I just … congratulations. You did great. Amazing work. The best you could given what you got.”
I smile at her. She doesn’t get it. Time to be gone. 

The drive home was horrible. Theo tried to cheer me up. He’s so clumsy when it comes to this. 
“Hey, you can still win next time! Besides, you were the best in my opinion. Also, you had a bad day. That just happens. It’s not your fault!”
I’m glad we’re back home. The first thing I did was have a bath. I scrubbed all the fake tan off, then got in the tub, just to soak. One of the maids brought me some ice cream. They understand. I know I shouldn’t, but sometimes, I have to. While sitting in the tub and letting all the stupid things flow off me, I wonder how everything could go wrong like this. I’ll really have to talk to that witch. Her magic is screwing with me. I can’t have this. 
Once I am done with my bath, I get out dry myself and slip into my robe. I walk down to the salon, where Theo is waiting. He’s on his phone. I don’t get those young people, always looking for some distraction. 
At least, he looks up the moment I come down the stairs. Ah. Those stairs were a great investment back in the day, nothing better than some massive beast of marble and cast iron to frame a goddess like me descending from the heavens! 
I chuckle. 
Then I finish my descent, display my physique as I drop the robe from my shoulders. My upper body glints in the light like a flower growing through the snow. I tense my chest, making my tits quake and spreading my torso. Now this is a sight for sore eyes. 
I stride closer to him, the energy of my steps making my calves bulge. With a seductive smile, I drop the robe, turn around and hit a back pose that blows him away. My back muscles spread, my waist stays as thin as ever. This taper is eye-watering. 
Another grin over my shoulder, then I tighten my back and switch to a side triceps. The pose doubles the girth of my arm. 
Double biceps next. 
Theo is salivating now. Of course he is. 
Why couldn’t I do this before? 
I lean back, bunch up my abs, suck them in, push them out, let them dance like a wave, cock my hips this way, then the other, shimmy … Bam! Blast my thighs, let them swell and grow … and … most muscular. 
He’s rock-hard again. That’s nice. He’s rubbing his cock already. Ah … I love it when he can’t stop himself. 
“Go on! Rub it! I’m the best. I’m your queen! I should have won!”
“You should, yes! You were amazing! You have it all! You’re young, you pose like a goddess, you’re feminine … You’re wonderful!”
“This is all nice and cute, but I need more!”
“Michelle, you’re strong, you outdo them all. They’re all just sad excuses for bodybuilders, but you’re a true athlete! Your arms, your legs … your symmetry … They all just stumble on stage when they think they’re ready, but you, you go all in!”
“Yes. Yes! More!”
“You built this body from being all tiny and cute, and now, you’re an amazon! They should love you the way I do. They should adore you! But you know what? They’re all just jealous! You’ve outshined them all again and again … They want to be you!”
I purr happily, then let my muscles swell some more. 
“You’re so ripped and powerful … How could they let you lose?”
I am very close to him now. I see my reflection in the mirror in the background. He is right. How could someone like this lose? The ageless Asian face, the elegant bobbed haircut, the smile? Isn’t that what they’re looking for? A cute, model-like face on a body like a muscle goddess?
I get on my knees in front of him. I cross my arms under my breasts and flex everything. My muscles and tits are fighting for space and he shoots his load all over me. Yesss …

After this, he looks spent, but I need more. I need to get this all out of my system. I climb on top of him now, my heavy, hard body bearing down on him. There isn’t much he can do. I might not be taller than him, but I certainly outweigh him, even in the dry competition state I am in. 
He groans: 
“No … I … I’ve had enough … for today … I’m just …”
I frown. This is not something I am used to hearing. 
“I don’t care … I need you now and I want this.”
“I just … I think I’m spent … and tired … and …”
I just kiss him to shut him up. He can’t resist the lure and I hold to him, my tongue in his mouth, my lips on his. I release him for a moment, and I feel his cock stir, but it seems weak and lost down there. I won’t have it. 
I reach over to my handbag while I keep grinding him, tightening the pressure of my thighs on his weak and helpless body. He is both mesmerized and exhausted. He wants to, but he can’t …
I break out the pill from its blister with one hand, put it on my tongue as he sighs, then kiss him again, forcing it more or less gently into his mouth. He stares at me, swallows it, then wants to say something, but by then, it’s already working. 
His cock hardens as I continue my movement and the poor guy grows and thickens under me. 
He stares at me: 
“What was that?”
“Oh, just a little something I recently found … It should help you last …”
He groans: 
“Oh God … This feels so intense … It’s … oooh …” He starts to twitch, he salivates, he looks at me with an expression of absolute devotion. I love this. I take him inside, he is hard and thick and it feels wonderful … I hold him, feel the veins and little bumps and lines on his cock. Why am I so sensitive down there? Why does it have to feel so wonderful? I ride him hard now, my thighs all pumped and ready. My body is a machine, a perfect icon of sex and I love it …
I hold him tight, squeeze him until he calms down, though his face looks as if he is going to go crazy with lust, then I start again, rubbing, suckling, fondling his cock with my pussy … I love this … I never, never would have thought I could feel this way!
He cums. 
He cums again. 
This pill is amazing. 
He is filling me up with his sperm … I feel so full, it’s running out on all sides and still, I get him to shoot his load one more time. Whenever he feels as if he’s going to fold, I give him a show of my hard, perfectly sculpted muscles, and he’s back up, ready again. It’s a wonderful experience and I want it to go on forever. 
By now, he must be raw and exhausted, but I don’t care. My own body is way beyond its limits too, the diet, the bad sleep, the competition, the fury, it’s all too much, I chafe, but I want this out of me. I want to be free of the bad dreams, the being sorry …
I go on, my mind breaking apart from the strain. I force him to cum again, he is drooling, his eyes are unfocused, I am aching all over, my muscles are so pumped I can feel the tension all over, I am sweaty, tired, brutalized, way beyond anything I have ever experienced, and then, finally I cum. 
I produce a long, drawn-out squeal. It’s not a pretty sound. It’s some kind of primordial noise. A symbol of all the shit I’ve gone through which I am now expelling from myself. 
My eyes glaze over, my face is a smile, unfocused, confused, but finally sated. 
 

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Took me some time to get a new story ready, but this one is nice! If you like soul stealing and body swapping, if you enjoy old women taking over strong young girls, this one should fit your bill! The Old Soul’s ConfessionThis is a continuation of Old Soul, Young Flesh. (Available here: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/997743) Mrs. Kane has taken her victim’s body, but somehow, the girl is still there, changing her, and struggling with her. How will they deal with the old woman’s crime?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/1139279   And the preview:  I stretch my back. It feels wonderful. Every day is a gift … Two years ago, I became her, Michelle Choe. When I look at our, no, my reflection, I sometimes still see her. It’s strange. I should be seeing myself. The young woman I am now. And yet, occasionally, I see her. Someone different. A person I am not. I shake my head to clear my mind. I can’t say I shouldn’t be proud of myself. I might have acquired Michelle’s body in … strange ways, but I have taken perfect care of it. My body is a work of art. An elegant sculpture, strong, its muscles heavy, yet tight and elegant. There is no plumpness to it, none of the clumsy, cartoonish misshapenness some other bodybuilders may have. It is sleek, sharp and hard, like a perfectly cut gem. When I go down to the gym, it’s not to “train”!Ha!It’s to worship. I hold mass thrice a day now. Once in the morning, once in the afternoon, and once at night. A physique like mine doesn’t just happen! It’s a constant way of improving oneself, of finding and destroying all those tiny imperfections. I use the internet a little now, Theo has picked a phone for me. I’m still a little clumsy, but I get better every day. I did see a picture with a muscleman on it, and it said: “Getting fit is easy, staying fit is hard.”This is my motto. I gave it one of those votes. Reaching this level was rather simple. Now I need to build on it. I sometimes pick other women to train. Only those that are worthy, of course. I don’t need to be a simple personal trainer. That is absolutely unnecessary. Maybe one could say I am a sponsor? In every way, I’d think. If I take an athlete under my wings, she has everything she needs. I take care of the nutrition, the training schedule, the supplementation and the medical support. Oh, and the posing, of course. I had a few trainees already, and each one was a raging success on the bodybuilding stages of the world. I think the judges now understand that anyone who carries my seal of approval is championship material and that definitely counts for something … Theo sometimes sounds unhappy with me being in charge of everything, but then again, he loves the amenities I offer. Sure, he finished his studies and now works at some private school, but the money he’s earning there isn’t going far. After all, he has become very accustomed to the kind of casual luxury I offer. I must admit … It turns me on when he tries to assert some kind of dominance in our relationship. It’s so funny! When he’s there, talking about his money and his authority and how people admire him … It must be wonderful to be so confident over so little!I did at least get him to join me during training. He only manages one session a day, he claims that’s because of his work schedule. If it helps him to tell himself that, it’s fine by me. The training does work. He has become a little more muscular, his waist is nice and trim and he looks … acceptable. Of course, next to a perfectionist such as me, he is alright at best. Still, making love with him is good. He did have to start taking a drug one of my doctors suggested to improve his sperm production. At first, he left me barely satisfied, and that is not enough for me. Now, when I tease him, he has difficulties restraining himself. That’s how I enjoy my men … Right now, I am preparing for my third Western Open competition, and it’s going to be incredible. With all the work I’ve been putting in, it won’t be much of a challenge. My preparations are mostly completed, I just have to do the last bit of cutting, then up on stage and show the world that I can easily dominate a heavier weight class all the same. I know that bodybuilding isn’t much of a spectator sport these days, if it ever was, but I’m not doing this for the applause or the cheers. I do this for two reasons: I love to perfect my body, and I adore the expression of the competition when they see that they are outmatched. This is the sweetest moment of it all. Their jaws drop, they’re stunned and they forget what they were up to. Aaah … Just thinking about it turns me on. Victory celebrations are going to be amazing! First, I’m going to have my victory cheat meal: Something wonderful from the old country. I have found a tiny restaurant and they do all the great food from back home, using the truly ancient recipes … I don’t know how they do it, but it really takes me back. This is a strange thing. I probably should be enjoying that Korean stuff more, after all, I am Michelle Choe, but … it’s fine, I guess. But just having some wonderful dumplings, simmering in oil, sweet with sugar … Ah! At my age, you tend to forget the bad times, and you recover the beauty of your childhood. I’m so glad Theo still doesn’t understand what happened, and that he also is easily deceived. He definitely has found his role in our relationship!I think I will marry him. There will be a prenup, of course. I don’t think he will ever tire of me, but should he dare … I want to be able to get rid of him quickly. For now, he will be wonderful. I have yet to get a dress tailored, but I have found a splendid couturière who will provide me with a wonderful white dress. I have seen her work, and I think she almost understands the power that my body brought me. Maybe I should get her to train with me, get a feeling for the energy? I don’t want it to look too martial, or too dollish. I’m sure she will come up with some fantastic, classic design … I had the dream again. Dream? Better call it the nightmare it is!I hate it. It happened before, and it was gruesome. I couldn’t move after waking up. I was just so terrified from it. I can’t see how I can get rid of it. It’s now four in the morning, and I am awake. Is should be sleeping. I have the competition in the evening, I should be fit and rested and my mind should be clear. Instead, I am lying in the dark on my bed, and I can’t stop panicking. I want to call for help, I want to wake someone to hold me, to tell me it isn’t true, but the words don’t come out. I am lying here, I can’t even grip the blanket with my hands. Is it the hunger? Is it the thirst? Is it the training? Is it stage fright?No. It’s worse. It’s some kind of curse on me. She is so close. That old woman I used to be. She is still there. She could be lying in the bed next to me and I couldn’t see her, simply because I can’t turn my head. She could speak any moment and I would hear her voice … no … my voice. That horrible, ancient voice. She would take this body from me and leave me in that carcass … To feel it all rotting, the gums receding, the teeth falling out, the weakness and pain … Oh lord … This is bad. To hear that rasping breath, the hard, immobile fingers, the creaking joints, the thousands of aches and pains and the numbness that turns into agony … And I see my wonderful, beautiful body get up without me, leaving me to die. It turns and grins, it flexes and shows off its power, wiggles its hard ass and displays its perfect definition, and I sag and fall apart. I can’t even dare close my eyes. It’ll be back again. I need help. I need someone to tell me it isn’t happening! I … “Theo.”No response. Did I really say it? Could he hear my voice?“Theo!”This time, it was almost a scream. He grumbles and groans. Slowly, he wakes up. I can feel him move. I wish I could look over to him. “Michelle? What is going on? It’s … I don’t know … early?”I shiver. My body is sweaty and cold at the same time. “Theo, hold me. Please. Please …”He turns around to face me and hugs me. His arms fit around my back with difficulty and it’s all very clumsy in the darkness, but it helps. I sob. “Oh, Theo … Theo … I … I was so afraid!”“It’s okay. It’s alright … It was just a nightmare. I’m here.”He caresses me, and I feel my body again. It’s mine. I’m me. I’m still in control.I can see his eyes glint in the darkness, and a terrifying loneliness washes over me. I need him now …I cuddle my strong body against him. It’s strange how he can be so warm. I can feel his hands on my back, holding me tighter. I breathe deeply, slowly calming down. He makes soothing noises and I feel better. The nightmare is still there, but it’s already starting to fade. The closer he holds me, the better it feels. I need to get rid of this fear. Despite him being so sleepy, I can feel his cock stir. Ah … Now that might be a possibility. My hand slips along his body, then to his crotch. He is getting harder already. I kiss him. At this time of the night, he is rather prickly, but that’s okay. He mumbles: “Don’t you want to go back to sleep?”“Would you?”“Hm … Not right away.”“Exactly. Me neither.”I play around with his cock, and soon, he is hard. I grin in the darkness, then extricate myself from his embrace. Carefully, I get on top of him. I can tell that the weight of my muscular body excites him. It always does. I might still have those strange and terrifying dreams, but I can be certain I picked the right body to be with him. His hands go to my breasts. He likes them a lot. I can understand. I do too. They’re so full and round … They’re marvelous! They’re exactly the way breasts should be … I feel his grip now. “Yesss …”This is nice and intense. He plays with them for a bit while I rub myself against his rod. I can feel the tension of my dream fade away. Instead, there’s a new, better feeling rising with me. Tense, yes, but in a wonderful way. I moan as I slip him inside me. I hold him, slowly gliding down his cock. This is good … It always is. He is big, but not too big … I tighten myself, squeezing it a little harder than I should. He gasps. I’m not going to lie: I have trained my muscles down there hard ever since I got this body. At least half an hour a day! I know that might sound strange, but … it’s worth it. Anyone will tell you. I hold him, squeeze him, relax a bit, then grip him again. His hands are now on my haunches, and I gyrate slowly. He’s starting to match my rhythm. Good … I’m in charge. This is how it’s meant to be. Theo is a fine young man, but ultimately, he is a gentle soul, not fit to rule or decide. He’s best with me. I lean forward now, my nipples brushing against his chest. I ride him hard, my pussy all filled up with his cock. My hamstrings slap against his thighs. I gasp. My mind is clouding, all the stupid thoughts and fears fade away … Eventually, we are done. He falls asleep quickly, but I can’t. I toss and turn for a while, then I get up. There’s no point in lying around, wasting my time. Better start the day like this. I slip out of the bedroom without waking the maids. There’s no point. Let them sleep!Back in the day, I needed them a lot. Nowadays, I keep them around just for the cooking and cleaning. They make my life easier, but I could get rid of them. Sometimes, I think I should. Take responsibility for my whole life. Then again, they served me well and faithfully when I depended on them. It wouldn’t be honorable to drop them the moment I didn’t need them. Besides, what if it all breaks down again? I wouldn’t even know how that would work, but the thought scares me!I’ll have to talk to the witch. She’ll know what this is all about and how to fix it!Meanwhile, better get pumping. Just some light exercise to occupy my mind. After all, I still have the contest later today. It’d be a shame if all that work had been for nothing.  The voice booms over the auditorium. I am backstage with the other competitors. We’re all dolled up, the fake tan glistening. My makeup is on point, my posing suit is a sparkling monstrosity. It’s really uncomfortable, constantly trying to get up my butt. I’d love to just do these competitions in the nude! At that point, it wouldn’t mean much, and after all, these suits don’t conceal much anyway. I glance over to Patricia. She’s old. She’s doing her best to smile. Hah. She’s at least fifty now, though she keeps lying about her age. If she only knew …She’d give an arm and a leg to look like me! That would also fix her symmetry troubles. The others too! Angie? She’s cute, but she’s never really managed to put on some quality mass. They’re all nice and everything, but in the end, they don’t get it. Look at this new girl, Britney. Just getting big implants won’t win you the contest, dear! You still have to know how to pose. At least Patricia used to be a stripper! She knows how to move. You, Britney, are just clumsy. Time to get my trophy. “Ladies and gentlemen, a round of applause for our competitors!”We all file back out on stage. I must admit, this is the part I hate most. This stupid moment between doing my show and getting the reward. I despise it, even though I win. “This year, our competitors really outdid themselves. The judges agree that it was very difficult to pick the winners and they hope that it will only spur everybody on to outdo themselves next year!”Yadda, yadda.“And now, on third place, Michelle Choe!”What.What?WHAT?!They can’t be serious? Third place? Me? How? Why? Okay, I was a little tired and lacked a bit on the definition, and maybe I did look a bit stressed, but … Smile. Smile graciously. Take the stupid trophy. I hate it already. Smile more. A little bow, another smile. Give the people a little wave. Kissie. Wave. Smile. I hate this. Quick. Just finish this stupid ceremony and … Wow. At least I’m backstage again. “Theo! Get my coat, we’re leaving.”“Don’t you want to clean up?”“No, we’re going now. I can’t deal with this right now.”Look at that smug look. Look at the bitch. I hate her. Fuck Patricia. Madame Smug. So you won. Big deal. Don’t you dare kiss me. “Sorry, gotta go.”“But we wanted to celebrate! I even have some panini.”Panini? Seriously?“I just … congratulations. You did great. Amazing work. The best you could given what you got.”I smile at her. She doesn’t get it. Time to be gone.  The drive home was horrible. Theo tried to cheer me up. He’s so clumsy when it comes to this. “Hey, you can still win next time! Besides, you were the best in my opinion. Also, you had a bad day. That just happens. It’s not your fault!”I’m glad we’re back home. The first thing I did was have a bath. I scrubbed all the fake tan off, then got in the tub, just to soak. One of the maids brought me some ice cream. They understand. I know I shouldn’t, but sometimes, I have to. While sitting in the tub and letting all the stupid things flow off me, I wonder how everything could go wrong like this. I’ll really have to talk to that witch. Her magic is screwing with me. I can’t have this. Once I am done with my bath, I get out dry myself and slip into my robe. I walk down to the salon, where Theo is waiting. He’s on his phone. I don’t get those young people, always looking for some distraction. At least, he looks up the moment I come down the stairs. Ah. Those stairs were a great investment back in the day, nothing better than some massive beast of marble and cast iron to frame a goddess like me descending from the heavens! I chuckle. Then I finish my descent, display my physique as I drop the robe from my shoulders. My upper body glints in the light like a flower growing through the snow. I tense my chest, making my tits quake and spreading my torso. Now this is a sight for sore eyes. I stride closer to him, the energy of my steps making my calves bulge. With a seductive smile, I drop the robe, turn around and hit a back pose that blows him away. My back muscles spread, my waist stays as thin as ever. This taper is eye-watering. Another grin over my shoulder, then I tighten my back and switch to a side triceps. The pose doubles the girth of my arm. Double biceps next. Theo is salivating now. Of course he is. Why couldn’t I do this before? I lean back, bunch up my abs, suck them in, push them out, let them dance like a wave, cock my hips this way, then the other, shimmy … Bam! Blast my thighs, let them swell and grow … and … most muscular. He’s rock-hard again. That’s nice. He’s rubbing his cock already. Ah … I love it when he can’t stop himself. “Go on! Rub it! I’m the best. I’m your queen! I should have won!”“You should, yes! You were amazing! You have it all! You’re young, you pose like a goddess, you’re feminine … You’re wonderful!”“This is all nice and cute, but I need more!”“Michelle, you’re strong, you outdo them all. They’re all just sad excuses for bodybuilders, but you’re a true athlete! Your arms, your legs … your symmetry … They all just stumble on stage when they think they’re ready, but you, you go all in!”“Yes. Yes! More!”“You built this body from being all tiny and cute, and now, you’re an amazon! They should love you the way I do. They should adore you! But you know what? They’re all just jealous! You’ve outshined them all again and again … They want to be you!”I purr happily, then let my muscles swell some more. “You’re so ripped and powerful … How could they let you lose?”I am very close to him now. I see my reflection in the mirror in the background. He is right. How could someone like this lose? The ageless Asian face, the elegant bobbed haircut, the smile? Isn’t that what they’re looking for? A cute, model-like face on a body like a muscle goddess?I get on my knees in front of him. I cross my arms under my breasts and flex everything. My muscles and tits are fighting for space and he shoots his load all over me. Yesss … After this, he looks spent, but I need more. I need to get this all out of my system. I climb on top of him now, my heavy, hard body bearing down on him. There isn’t much he can do. I might not be taller than him, but I certainly outweigh him, even in the dry competition state I am in. He groans: “No … I … I’ve had enough … for today … I’m just …”I frown. This is not something I am used to hearing. “I don’t care … I need you now and I want this.”“I just … I think I’m spent … and tired … and …”I just kiss him to shut him up. He can’t resist the lure and I hold to him, my tongue in his mouth, my lips on his. I release him for a moment, and I feel his cock stir, but it seems weak and lost down there. I won’t have it. I reach over to my handbag while I keep grinding him, tightening the pressure of my thighs on his weak and helpless body. He is both mesmerized and exhausted. He wants to, but he can’t …I break out the pill from its blister with one hand, put it on my tongue as he sighs, then kiss him again, forcing it more or less gently into his mouth. He stares at me, swallows it, then wants to say something, but by then, it’s already working. His cock hardens as I continue my movement and the poor guy grows and thickens under me. He stares at me: “What was that?”“Oh, just a little something I recently found … It should help you last …”He groans: “Oh God … This feels so intense … It’s … oooh …” He starts to twitch, he salivates, he looks at me with an expression of absolute devotion. I love this. I take him inside, he is hard and thick and it feels wonderful … I hold him, feel the veins and little bumps and lines on his cock. Why am I so sensitive down there? Why does it have to feel so wonderful? I ride him hard now, my thighs all pumped and ready. My body is a machine, a perfect icon of sex and I love it …I hold him tight, squeeze him until he calms down, though his face looks as if he is going to go crazy with lust, then I start again, rubbing, suckling, fondling his cock with my pussy … I love this … I never, never would have thought I could feel this way!He cums. He cums again. This pill is amazing. He is filling me up with his sperm … I feel so full, it’s running out on all sides and still, I get him to shoot his load one more time. Whenever he feels as if he’s going to fold, I give him a show of my hard, perfectly sculpted muscles, and he’s back up, ready again. It’s a wonderful experience and I want it to go on forever. By now, he must be raw and exhausted, but I don’t care. My own body is way beyond its limits too, the diet, the bad sleep, the competition, the fury, it’s all too much, I chafe, but I want this out of me. I want to be free of the bad dreams, the being sorry …I go on, my mind breaking apart from the strain. I force him to cum again, he is drooling, his eyes are unfocused, I am aching all over, my muscles are so pumped I can feel the tension all over, I am sweaty, tired, brutalized, way beyond anything I have ever experienced, and then, finally I cum. I produce a long, drawn-out squeal. It’s not a pretty sound. It’s some kind of primordial noise. A symbol of all the shit I’ve gone through which I am now expelling from myself. My eyes glaze over, my face is a smile, unfocused, confused, but finally sated.  

[El_Roy_1999]

Next part of the collection!

Butch x Bimbo – Issue 3
Here’s the collected parts 181 to 270 of the story I wrote with @MisterSnrub. 

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[El_Roy_1999]

A new story for the lovers of women discovering their masculine side and being okay with that!

Wingman
Marceline feels bad for her son. His dates never pan out and he is constantly frustrated. What the young man needs, is a wingman! But who could do that? What if she tried to be at his side …
This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth, futa, gender-blending and incest. All characters are at least 18 years old.

Read it here: 
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1130770

The preview: 
Marceline woke up late at night. She heard the door of the house open, some grumbling and a frustrated kicking-off of shoes. She sighed. So it was another failure … She felt terrible for Evan. He was such a nice boy, and not bad looking either. He had something of his father to him, and as far as she was concerned, that was a big plus.

He had curly auburn hair, and since he got that job as a gardener, he had developed a light tan that fit him perfectly. She thought about it. It wasn’t logical. He was nice, acceptably good looking, rather bright and he had a job! What more could a girl ask for?

And yet, again and again, his dates ended in disaster. She heard him sneak up the stairs after showering. She was pretty certain she had heard him crying in the bath, but she wasn’t supposed to hear that. Then she heard him get into his room and toss and turn in his bed.

It was frustrating, and now, she couldn’t sleep either.

What was going wrong?

She couldn’t just show up on one of his dates and spy on him, could she? That was stupid and not okay in any way.

She pondered the question as she heard him mumble.

They had grown apart as he had turned from a scruffy teenager into a young man. Without his father as guidance, the poor kid had really struggled to find a good male role model. But what could she do? She did her best to help him, but ever since Brian died, she didn’t find the heart to start a new relationship.

She did date for a while, but when she saw just how badly Evan took her rapid successes, she stopped doing this. Now she preferred casual get-togethers if she really needed to be with someone. Besides, most guys weren’t men enough next to Brian.

Suddenly, she had a stupid idea. What if she spent some more time with Evan? Just to get to know him and maybe understand the problem? And once she did that, maybe she could help him? Maybe it was obvious, just something he couldn’t understand from his perspective?

She hoped this would help. She’d ask him in the morning!

 

The next day came and Marceline got to work in the kitchen to prepare a nice, long breakfast. After all, she wanted to talk to Evan.

He did show up after a bit, looking as if he slept badly. He grumbled:

“Morning, Mom … What’s with all the food?”

“It’s Sunday and I thought we could have a good breakfast before you start your day.”

“Cool! Thank you.”

She smiled and set down the orange juice for him, then slipped some eggs and strips of bacon on his plate. Marceline had tied her long brown hair into a bun and was otherwise still in her sweatpants and t-shirt, with an apron on top to protect it.

Once she had her own breakfast ready, she sat down and they ate in silence.

After the eggs and bacon, she cut up some fruit and placed the pieces on a plate in their middle, just like when he was a kid. He grinned:

“Wow … That takes me back.”

“It was nice. I probably shouldn’t have stopped, huh?”

“Nah, it’s cool. Thank you, Mom.”

She smiled and asked:

“So, what are you up to today?”

“Weeell … After yesterday’s disaster, I’m just going to pop over to the gym and maybe meet some friends after that. Hang out a bit. I probably won’t be out too long, I’m still tired from yesterday.”

“I can understand …” She thought for a bit. “How about I join you at the gym? Just for today. I think I could lose a few pounds.”

He hesitated. The idea of going to the gym with his mother felt … odd.

Then again, it wasn’t as if he was going to do much other than training anyway.

“Okay! We can try.”

“You’ll have to show me how it works.”

“I’ll do my best.”

Evan stuffed another piece of apple into his mouth and got up:

“I’ll get my stuff and we can go.”

 

Two hours later, Marceline was surprisingly happy. She had just gotten out of the shower after the workout, and it had felt nice. The shower, obviously, but also the training. They hadn’t talked much, since Evan had insisted to do all the exercises and that had pretty much stopped the conversation, but she did feel a certain familiarity to him now. Maybe it was just because she was tired.

She looked at her reflection.

Okay, so she definitely was overweight. Her boobs were hanging down on her chest, her belly had created a kind of flap that hung down to her crotch and … okay, she was terribly out of shape. Especially next to those fitness girls that spent their time posing and snapping pictures on their phones. But she had taken a first step, and she had enjoyed it.

Once she was dressed again, she got out and waited for Evan.

He came out a moment later and smiled at her. Despite his initial hesitations, he had enjoyed this.

“Mom, how do you feel?”

“Good! A little warm, maybe.”

“That’s to be expected. But you’ll see: In a few days, you’re going to be very sore.”

“Why? That doesn’t sound nice.”

“You’ve used a lot of muscles you haven’t used in years. They’re going to react to this.”

“Oh … I hope it won’t be too bad.”

“It will. But I’ll help you.”

And thus, they got into talking again.

 

The soreness did come, and it was bad. Marceline ended up being barely able to move. In that moment, she was really happy she could work from home. The accounting was mostly a matter of concentrating, so she got through it easily, even though she hurt all over. Evan was very helpful that day, getting her around the house and cooking and cleaning for her.

However, after this was over, she decided to try it again. She had enjoyed this, and it was a good way of spending time with her son.

The second time, it was better. Her body seemed to adjust quickly, and Evan didn’t seem to mind her tagging along. Even more, he appreciated her interest, and it ended with them going to the gym together three days a week.

Over time, they got into talking. On the one hand, they were both taking interest in this, so obviously, they started nerding around on fitness stuff. Marceline would watch videos on social media and read blog posts and then talk about new findings, while Evan talked to all kinds of other guys at the gym to get more pointers. That was the one thing.

The other thing was that Evan was really opening up to his mom. They had lived parallel lives over the last few years, and now, as they spent more time together, he started talking about himself and his feelings. Sure, it was difficult at first, and Marceline could tell that he was holding back on all levels, but then, things got better.

She found herself as helpless as before, though.

As far as she could tell, Evan was a charming, mostly intelligent young man who might just be a little on the nerdy side. He was not necessarily someone who’d be rushed by hordes of young women, but his awful track record was … surprising.

She tried to get him to talk about his dates in more detail, but it was a bit difficult to do this without pushing him too much.

In the end, she just stuck to more casual conversation.

A few months of training in, Marceline noticed some impressive changes. The first thing was obvious: She had lost a lot of weight, simply from changing her diet and sticking to regular exercise. Thanks to a rather intense skincare schedule, she managed to deal with the worst bits of flappy skin and stretch marks, but in the end, just being down to her pre-Evan weight in so little time was very nice for her. The other thing was that all this training had really improved her feeling of her own body. She stood straighter now, she walked with a kind of spring in her step, and she had a lot of energy. It was just marvelous!

If she had known it would feel like that, she’d have started years ago!

The other thing was that Evan was changing too. Of course, one part was his job, which involved a lot of physical labor, but the regular training seemed to kickstart his body and soon, he went from okay to pretty fit, even athletic. He wasn’t a bodybuilder or anything, but he was getting quite hunky.

By now, it was easy for him to get dates.

Very easy.

The girls seemed to give him interested looks as he walked by and again and again, some lady at the gym would float by to check him out.

It should have worked.

It didn’t.

Sure, by now he would occasionally bring girls home and Marceline would hear them fool around for a bit, but somehow, none of these panned out into a kind of relationship or even some kind of pleasure.

She was at her wits’ end. Marceline now really wanted to know what he was doing wrong. She couldn’t just come with him to his dates, right? Having a guy as a wingman was one thing, but bringing his mother? No way. 

 

[El_Roy_1999]

Something a little different, but cute!

The Angel’s Kiss
Let’s get a little romantic! Leah’s muscles tend to make the men hesitate. When another date fails to materialize, she just ends up talking to another guy at the bar, and … it’s the right one?
This is a sequel to “The Angel of Battle”.
This work of fiction contains female muscle and fighting. All characters are at least 18 years old.

Get it here: 
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1127559

Here’s the preview: 

“Hey, you look disappointed.”

Frank smiled at the big woman at the bar. She had just checked her phone the third time in a row. He had to admit that he had been a little shocked when he saw her first, simply because she was so massive. He had never seen anyone like her. Her muscles were big enough to put any male bodybuilder to shame and seriously, her shoulders were each as big as her head …

She had obviously tried to dress this all down a bit, but with a body like that, it was doomed to fail. The turtleneck looked painted on her chest, and it really wasn’t all that flattering on her bullneck. She had short, dynamically styled hair and make-up that suggested that she really wanted to meet her guy. Or her girl for that matter.

She looked at him with a sigh:

“Yeah. Dating apps are hell.”

“Date set you up?”

“I guess. He should have been here half an hour ago. I mean … it’s not as if I didn’t tell him, right?”

“Tell him what?”

“That I’m big. I really try to tell people right away. The first few times, they were so shocked, they almost passed out. Okay, one of them did.”

Frank chuckled.

“I guess that’s a problem.”

“You wouldn’t believe it. I caught the guy in my arms, and that really crushed his masculinity. He was furious. But I couldn’t just let him drop to the floor, could I?”

“Nah, that would have been a bad start for a date. But I get the problem.”

“Yes. Now I tell them as soon as things get more ‘serious’. I even show them pictures of what to expect. I’m really transparent about this, you know?”

“It’s hard to hide anyway.”

“That’s what I’m saying. I’m really super-super-clear on that. And still, the moment they come in and see my back … ‘Oh, sorry, I just got a call from my mom, I … I gotta go.’ And those are the nice ones. The assholes just turn around and disappear.”

“That sucks.”

“Yeah. I mean, in my line of work, it’s just a thing to be built like this. They wouldn’t roll their eyes at a fashion model for being thin.”

“Or at a psychiatrist for asking ‘why do you think this is like that?’”

She chuckled:

“Uh-huh. Professional deformation.”

“That’s what it’s called?”

“It is. Every job has it. You can tell it from the hands, the eyes, the way someone talks.”

“Okay, Sherlock Holmes, what’s my job?”

“You’ll have to show me your hands.”

He grinned and held them out. She took them, ran her strong fingers over his and checked out his wrists.

“Hmm … You work at a computer.”

“Okay, that’s not much of a discovery, everybody does.”

“Sure, but you do a lot of typing … It’s those knobs on your hands.”

“Okay …”

“I’d say you’re a programmer.”

He nodded slowly.

“Wow. That’s correct. How did you guess?”

“I didn’t guess. I deduced. Elementary, my dear …”

“Frank.”

“Elementary, my dear Frank. I’m Leah.”

“Brilliant, Leah! But seriously, how did you know, just from my hands?”

“Okay, I cheated. It’s the t-shirt.”

Frank looked down at his shirt. Yeah. He did wear the binary code/gang signs shirt his friends had given him for his birthday. And he had his Tux pendant on.

He burst into laughter. She looked at him, a little intimidated and blushing.

As he recovered, he said:

“That was amazing! I think I have to buy you a drink now.”

“Hey, you don’t have to.”

“Nah. This has officially evolved into a date, so we gotta drink.”

He made a sign to the barkeeper and soon, they had a glass of Bailey’s and one of whisky standing in front of them.

As they both took a sip, Frank asked:

“Okay, so now that you deduced what I do for a living, let me give you a try!”

“Sure, no stress. Want to see my hands too?”

“If you would be so kind …”

She grinned and held them out. He touched her fingers and turned her hands around, examining them carefully.

“Hmm …” He echoed her sound and caressed her palms, then the back of her hands. “I’d say you work outside a lot, and you’re not one of these fitness models …”

She smiled.

“You’re not wrong …”

He mused a bit as he closed her hand around his.

“You got these little scars, so … you don’t strike me as a lumberjack.”

“But I’m okay.”

He chuckled.

“Do you wear panties and a bra?”

“Want to find out?”

They grinned at each other, feeling dorky.

 

In the end, Frank didn’t find out what Leah’s job was. Not immediately. He did find out about the underwear, though. For the occasion, she had picked her best set, a red satin bra that was custom made to fit her wide and heavy pecs and a thong that disappeared between her uber-glutes. Frank was surprised by the look at first, but he warmed to it instantly.

Leah was a tad confused by the young man’s reaction. She had had a few dates with fetishists and it had always been super-awkward. Those guys were able to immediately ignore her in favor of her massive body and remain solely focused on her muscles. They wouldn’t even be able to tell what the color of her hair was.

With Frank, it was different. He was willing to try and explore. He marveled at her muscles and her control over them. They reached her place after a short ride on the taxi, then stumbled inside and ended up in bed immediately. Leah helped him out of his shirt with a quick and rather destructive pull, then he rolled up the turtleneck, slowly lifting the curtain on her mind-blowing physique.

“Wow. Okay … That is a lot.”

She was a little nervous. Would he immediately run away? To her relief, he added:

“Come on! Show me more!”

He stared at her abs as they came into view, whistling in admiration.

“Those must have taken a lot of crunches …”

“They basically took all of them.”

“They definitely look that way. May I touch them?”

“Hey, this is what we came here for.”

With an excited grin, he set his finger against one block of muscle. He pushed against it, but his finger bent before her ab even dented.

“Wow …”

With a tiny, controlled flex, she pushed his fingertip further away.

“Wow!”

This gave him a moment of pause. Then he traced the lines between them. She let him, enjoying his attention.

“I never thought anybody could get this buff …”

“It was a lot of work! What do you think? Do you like it?”

“I dunno … It’s … impressive. I guess I do.”

“That’s great.” She sighed in relief. “I think I’m going to keep you.”

“Keep me?”

Instead of an answer, she flexed her abs and caught his fingertip between them. He stared as the packs of muscle tensed around him and held him.

“Holy … That’s incredible. I never knew anybody could do that!”

She grinned:

“I practiced.”

“I don’t think anybody ever tried that.”

“Uh … I was bored?”

“You must have the most tedious job ever.”

“It can be, yes …”

She mused about the details for a while when he asked:

“Could you let me go again?”

“Oh. Oops. Sure!”

She released his fingertip and he laughed:

“Wow. You’ve got amazing control.”

She nodded and rolled her abs, retracting them before blowing them out and pulling them back in again. Frank just stared at her. She bit her lip:

“Impressed?”

“Impressed.”

 

[El_Roy_1999]

Something a little crazier! 

Time is on Our Side
Marv is exhausted. His project just succeeded and his team managed to send a guinea pig to the past and get it back! At the same time, his girlfriend is breaking up with him. If things had been different, that would have worked out. Guess who has a time machine?
This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth, breast expansion and time travel. All characters are at least 18 years old.

It’s strange and weird and I really tried to make it consistent. 

Get it here: 
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1124782

The preview: 

The thrumming of the machines was filling the air. Indicators were blinking, needles on gauges were shaking and dancing, and the readouts on the screens were racing by. The backup printer, an ancient, but honorable dot matrix printer cranked out the status of the various devices. Sriram snipped his fingers at Marvin.

“Hey, Marv, you still there?”

Marvin shook out of his sudden stupor. Despite the promising situation, he was feeling exhausted and frustrated. They had worked on the project for months, no, years, and it was looking as if it would be a success, and still, he felt depressed.

“Sorry. Sorry, I was … Yeah. Anyway. What … Okay.”

He walked over to the controls and said:

“I’m alright. Everything is … fine. Let’s get this party started.”

He took the guinea pig from its cage, caressed it carefully and whispered:

“Everything is going to be fine, Geronimo.”

The guinea pig seemed relaxed. He set it into the box and nodded at Sriram.

“Looks good. We can give it a try.”

“Alright. Coordinates are set. System is ready. Target control is prepared.”

Marvin looked at the second, smaller box next to the first. If the button ended up being pressed, it was a proof the process worked.

Sriram counted down:

“Five, four, three, two and … Go!”

The machines crackled and buzzed. There was a strange vibration going through the room, something that felt like a wave rearranging the organs of all people who were present. The other lab techs, who were tucked away on the gallery, safe from any strange effects, looked down carefully.

Then everything stopped.

The lights flickered and went out for a second, before coming back online. The printer started printing again and there was a brief moment of confusion. Someone asked:

“Did it work?”

Marvin walked over to the bigger box and opened the lid. Geronimo looked at him. He took the guinea pig out, examined it and said:

“It looks fine.”

Sriram was getting a little twitchy.

“Yeah, no problem. But did it work?”

“Check it, please.”

The other lab technicians crowded around them. Sriram examined the seals.

“They look untouched. Let’s open it, shall we?”

Everybody held their breaths as he broke the seals. He lifted the lid. Inside, there was a button. It had been pressed and was now glowing red. The gate that connected the small box to the big one was closed.

“Wow. Wow! Fuck yeah!”

“Did it work?”

“Is it okay?”

“I can’t see!”

“What is going on?”

“Are we lucky?”

“Success?”

“It worked!”

“It fucking worked!”

“Yes! Fucking yes!”

“Holy moly …”

“Geronimo! You’re my hero!”

The crowd of scientists was cheering. People embraced, kissed, screamed happily … Geronimo was getting his share of caresses until he only wanted back into his cage.

Someone went to get the champagne.

Sriram took Marvin aside:

“Hey, you don’t look happy at all … What’s up with you? You were okay yesterday, back when they threatened to cut our funding unless we produced a success. Now we’ve got it and you look down.”

The head scientist, a man in his late twenties, a bit of a prodigy, took off his glasses and sighed:

“It’s Lara. She broke up with me.”

“Shit. Why?”

“She said I wasn’t into her anymore. I never had any time for her lately …”

“I thought she understood? I mean, she was literally in the same room when Francis told you about the new deadlines.”

Marvin groaned:

“Yeah … I think she understood that. That was okay with her. She was willing to wait, I guess. But then … Look, I’d been under a lot of stress.”

“We all were. Seriously, everyone here wondered how you even managed to have a relationship next to this chaos.”

“Hm. I’m not even sure I still had one. Anyway, we talked and I probably said a couple of things that were kinda stupid.”

Sriram grumbled.

“Man, Marvin, you need to get your shit together when you talk to women. You just keep …”

He was cut off by someone entering the room.

 

It was Ada. She worked at the biotech department down the hall and somehow seemed to have an innate sense of detecting parties. Also, she was a short, plumpish, raven-haired girl with big glasses and even bigger boobs that just enjoyed being around the physicists.

“What’s the big commotion, boys?”

Everybody tried to explain it at once, but she just cut through the noise, got herself some champagne in a mug that looked like a Ferengi head and asked Marvin and Sriram:

“I know you tried to explain it to me once, but what did you actually do?”

Sriram looked at Marvin, trying to figure out whether his colleague was actually willing to talk. Marvin downed his cup of champagne (a mug that said “Great, now I don’t know where I am!”) and groaned. Sriram shrugged and said:

“Okay, so basically, we built a time machine.”

Marvin growled:

“It’s not a time machine! It just rearranges the past!”

“It’s a time machine, really. We had Geronimo, that’s the guinea pig, travel to the past and push a button in a sealed box we haven’t opened in half a year. He pushed the button, got back in the transport box and got back to our time.”

“Seriously? That’s amazing! Does it only work on guinea pigs?”

“Hard to say. It was our first real test with a mammal. We sent some ants and they did make a couple of footprints in the target box, but that wasn’t all that conclusive …”

“Sooo … could you kill Hitler?”

Sriram shrugged:

“Not with this setup, anyway. The thing is, the planet is constantly moving. It’s also spinning pretty fast. And there’s a lot of complications with the actual positions. We can move something back in time, but we have to move the stuff that’s in the position of where it is supposed to have been out of the way.”

Ada blinked:

“Supposed to have been?”

“If we move Geronimo into a place in the past and there’s something there, they’re going to collide. Air is pretty tough, solid things … are deadly. What I’m saying is, there’s a lot of computing required to make this work. So unless you can get Hitler into this room half a year ago, it’s not going to work.”

“Mhm. Not an option, then?”

“Nope. Also, changing the past is dangerous. Even with Geronimo just pressing a button in a bland box …”

Marvin elbowed in, took the bottle and emptied it into his own cup.

“Fuck this!”

He grabbed another bottle and stumbled off.

Ada asked Sriram:

“What’s with him? Shouldn’t he be happy?”

“Lara broke up with him. He’s taking it pretty badly.”

The young woman sighed:

“That’s bad. I probably shouldn’t annoy him right now, but please, look after him.”

Sriram nodded vaguely. Right now, he wanted to celebrate!

 

Marvin sat in the archive room and stared at the wall. Actually, he was staring at some shelves full of files, simply because there was no free wall space in the room. It was crammed to the brim with papers, boxes of printouts and random stuff that had just been deposited here over the years. It was difficult to clean the place out, simply because a lot of the devices (if they actually were something functional) had long since lost their creators and no one could tell for sure what they actually were and what they were for.

By now, the young man was pretty drunk. The bottle he had picked up later on was now mostly empty too, with only a thin layer of alcohol remaining. The rest of the gang had cleared out to the pizza joint next door, probably to eat some cheap food and even cheaper wine.

The whole complex was now very, very silent. There was still an occasional beep or the hum of some machine, but there were no human noises anymore.

Marvin groaned.

He had fucked this up. It was obvious. He shouldn’t have said what he said.

Maybe the next thing he should invent was a machine to stuff your words back into your mouth. That thing would sell billions! Everybody needed that. Nobel prize, here I come!

It was so dumb.

Their relationship had been strained, fine. A lot of relationships got strained by the daily grind. Especially if one of the partners was working on the biggest thing in his life. The most important work he probably would ever do! A device that would change the world!

No wonder she couldn’t understand.

Lara was cute, she was bright, she was funny, she was able to relax. She could understand that his stuff was complicated. She couldn’t understand what it really was about or how it worked, but then, few people could. Maybe Sriram. And even with him, Marvin felt … dubious.

That was the thing, wasn’t it?

Some people had wide talents, others had focused ones. Lara had an ear for music, she could paint, she could draw, she could explain complicated things in simple terms (though she usually got some of the finer points wrong, but that was not what this was about). She knew something about everything and she could use the tools she had in unexpected ways. Next to her, Marvin was a clumsy dumbass. There was one thing he could do, and this was the only thing he really cared about. When his mom had asked him to fix her computer because he was a scientist, he had just tried to turn it off and on again, and when that didn’t work, he called Lara.

She got the thing running in no time.

Obviously, he could unravel the mysteries of space and time, but fix a computer? Bah.

He dripped the last remains of the champagne into his cup.

Bah.

Bah!

It was so stupid.

If he just had kept his mouth shut …

Lara had asked him to come to the gym with her and her friend. What was her name? Rose. Rose, yeah. Now that girl was amazing. She was even taller than Lara and she had abs! And muscular arms. Not really muscular muscular, but buff! And she still had nice breasts. That girl was a bombshell! Just the way he liked women.

Of course, Rose would never be into losers like him. Also, she was at the gym all the time.

The problem was that when Lara had asked him to join them, he had said:

“That’s a good idea. You should definitely get more fit. Your body looks so small. And your breasts too.”

Now that was a case for the “shove your words back in your mouth”-machine.

The strange thing about this was that he wasn’t absolutely sure she maybe would like to be buffer. After all, she did try to go to the gym regularly again and again, and she seemed to admire Rose.

Maybe he should just have put it differently …

Nah. If she had been buffer all along, and bustier too, this all wouldn’t have happened, right? Then he wouldn’t have said this stupid thing and … they would still be together.

They would be able to celebrate now and he wouldn’t be sitting in that stupid archive room, looking at that weirdo bottle some idiot had left here. He just had to figure out how to make her buff, right?

Marvin got up, his head swimming. He stumbled over to the shelves, opened a box, looked inside, declared “nope”, opened the next one, and the next one and … 

 

[El_Roy_1999]

A story for all those who liked Man Up and The Changing Mood!

Man of the House
Jake is annoyed with his mother. She is old, fat, ugly and weak. His father was a real man! Too bad he left when Jake was a kid. He would have been awesome! After he leaves for college, his mother seems to change …
This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth, futa and gender-blending. All characters are at least 18 years old.

Get the story here!
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1122134

The preview: 

“That’s it? You’re leaving just like that?”

It had taken a while for Taylor to finally lose her temper, but now her son had done it. Jake was surprised by the outburst. Normally, his mother would just sigh and keep her anger inside, but this time, he must have overdone it.

He stared at her. She was her usual shitty self. Taylor was old, at least to Jake’s eyes. She was forty, plump, out of shape, sagging, and badly dressed. While his friends all had mothers, and fathers! who actually cared about themselves, his mother had let herself go. She looked terrible. Tired, her hair matted and already graying, deep bags under her eyes … she was, in his opinion, disgusting.

It was hard for him to look at her like that. He could still remember when his dad had still been around. Back then, everything had been okay. Then he had left, and his mother had kept him around. Yeah. Maybe he could have moved in with dad!

Jake shot back:

“Yeah, obviously, I am. I’m going to college and I’m gonna work hard and be successful. Like dad, no thanks to you!”

If she had been angry before, now she was furious.

“Dad? Are you still thinking about that deadbeat? He walked out on us. He left us both and he never looked back! I had to support you, to feed you! I worked three jobs to put some food on the table. To give you a place to live! To get you to college!”

“Well, maybe dad wouldn’t have left if you hadn’t been so crappy to him?”

Her face turned a deep crimson. For a moment, Jake thought she was going to hit him. Then she snarled:

“He planned to leave me the moment I was pregnant! I begged him to stay. This is why he was there at all! He was a shitty person, a weakling, a sad excuse for a father! He only showed up three times in your life, made a lot of buzz and then just pissed off again! He wouldn’t have been a father to you! If he had wanted that, he could have done it! But he was just a weak, sorry dirtbag!”

Jake took a step back. The sudden explosion had shocked him. His mother followed up on him, her slim shoulders shaking. She stretched herself painfully to her full height and almost shoved her index up his nose.

“You know what? You know what, Jake? I’ve had it with you. I’ve had it with your stupid ideas. I’ve had it with your insults, your looking down on me!”

She was really close now and Jake tried to say something:

“Look, mom, uh … Calm down, please …”

This only sent her over the edge. She squinted at him, her hurt feelings making her shake.

“I’m going to show you, Jake. I’m going to change my life. I’m going to prove to you that this was my hard work and I’m going to get back what I squandered on you! Seriously …” She was breathing heavily. Jake was suddenly afraid she was going to have a heart attack. “Go. Go!”

She pointed at the door and Jake just hurried outside, threw his bags into the waiting car and jumped in. The driver didn’t even much care and gave him a tired look. Jake scowled at him, then looked back at the crappy house he had grown up in.

Whatever.

Sometimes, he wondered what it was like to have a father. A real one. Not some once-in-a-while guy. Or a mother who actually liked him. Well, maybe just getting away for a while would be nice …

 

College turned out to be amazing. Sure, it was stressful and there were tons of things he had to take care of while he settled in, but Jake soon found some good friends, some even from his home town. They spent a lot of time together, going to games, hitting the gym, partying and even … studying!

It was great!

He found himself a surprisingly cushy job at the local chamber of commerce, which was mostly boring, but left him enough time and money to study and spend time with the others. Sure, he couldn’t do much financially, but as long as he was careful, he’d be able to handle this.

Only a few months in did he have the time to think about his fight with his mom. He wanted to call her, maybe talk this out. Or at least, maybe apologize. Yeah. That was hard. After all, he did feel that he was in the right. Then again, now that he thought about it, when he looked at the kind of money he was making and the prices of things he needed … Maybe she was right after all?

He wasn’t sure how to deal with this.

There was some guilt, but he couldn’t afford to lose face, could he?

Maybe he’d apologize if she called him and brought up the subject. That felt like a good compromise …

In the end, that call never came, so, a few weeks before Christmas, he finally managed to video call her. It felt odd to do this after all this time.

She appeared on the screen. As far as he could tell, she was in his old room, which was okay, since this was where the computer stood. She looked … thinner? At least her face. Despite the crappiness of the camera, her skin looked healthier, more vital.

He couldn’t hear the first words she said.

“Mom, your mike isn’t on. The mike …”

She smiled at him, surprised, then fumbled with something on the machine. She was wearing a new t-shirt. There was something printed on it, but Jake couldn’t recognize it.

“… better now?”

“Yes, mom. Yes, I can hear you.”

“Great! Okay. Jake. How is college?”

“It’s great! I’m learning a lot, I’ve got a job on the side, I have plenty of friends … I love it!”

“Good, good … Congratulations! That’s good to hear.”

He had expected her to bring their fight up right away, but she just continued:

“Around here, everything has been busy, but … You know how it is. I’m always working on something …”

“Uh-huh. Yeah. You look good.”

“Thank you! You too, Jake.”

“Yeah, I’ve been going to the gym lately. At least once a week. Feels great, mom. Maybe you should try it?”

Her smile was somewhat enigmatic, but instead of an answer, she asked:

“Sooo … When are you coming home for Christmas? At what time should I pick you up at the bus station?”

Jake swallowed:

“Uh, mom … Look … Would it be okay if I stayed here over Christmas? I have a lot of stuff to do around here and … some friends would take me to their place and …”

“It’s fine. Don’t worry. It’s not that bad for me, you know? During the holidays, the gym’s deserted and I can really kickstart my new program!”

“What?”

There was a beeping sound on Taylor’s side of the conversation. She got up.

“Sorry, Jake, I gotta get this now. Merry Christmas, and I love you!”

And she was gone.

Jake stared at the blank screen. What just happened?

 

The New Year came rolling around. Jake had had some wonderful holidays. First, he had spent Christmas at Daniel’s place, and his parents had been super-welcoming. They had even gotten him a gift! He was more than a little surprised by this and felt a little embarrassed, but Daniel’s dad had just said that it was no problem. After all, college life could be hard.

Still, getting him a watch was way over the top.

“A man needs a good watch.”, Daniel’s father told him. “This is a good model, it will last a lifetime or two with good care. If you have a son, give it to him once he is of age.”

Daniel had thought about his own father and sighed. In a way, his mother was right, wasn’t she? He hadn’t even called …

New Year’s Eve was even better. They all ended up partying with a fellow sorority and things got pretty wild. Good wild. He called Olivia, one of the girls, afterwards and they went for some coffee together, had a couple of walks, went to the cinema together … It could become a relationship, couldn’t it?

However, two months into the new year, Jake got a message from Harry, a friend from school who had immediately found a job at the local garage. Harry was a big hunk of a guy, though still nerdy enough to be comfortable around. Anyway, Harry wrote:

“Hey, Jake, guess what?”

“What’s up? How have you been doing?”

“Fine, fine. Things are busy as always. People keep their cars longer now, so we got way more work. But that’s not why I’m writing.”

“What do you mean?”

“Dude, I’m at the gym with your mom!”

“Yeah? So?”

“Dude, she’s crushing it! She’s a fucking beast now! Dude!”

“What?”

“Dude … I don’t know what’s going on, but … damn.”

“Harry, I don’t get you. What are you talking about?”

“Wait, I’ll send you a pic.”

There was a pause, then Jake received a picture. It was pretty blurry, since it was obviously taken discreetly over a mirror, but it showed a big, muscly dude in a tanktop and sweatpants, doing deadlifts. The guy had his long hair tied up in a kind of man-bun and he was blasting his muscles hard.

“Harry, that’s some dude. What kind of a stupid joke is that supposed to be?”

“No, seriously, Jake, that’s your mom!”

“Yeah, right. Fuck you, Harry.”

“Fuck you too, Jake. Don’t believe me if you want. Don’t forget to come over to the garage when you’re around, we gotta hang out together, I gotta talk to you. I’m gonna marry Christina and you’ll have to be my best man.”

“Congratulations! Thank you for trusting me. I’ll be around before summer and we’ll talk in person.”

“Cool. Stay sharp.”

“You too.”

“Bye. And it’s still your mom!”

“Whatever.”

[El_Roy_1999]

For those of you who enjoy reading about a superior musclewoman wrestling a bunch of people way beyond her, this is the book you’ve been waiting for! There’s also some muscle growth and quite a bit of action!

Birth of an Angel
Leah is an operative for a special forces unit. After a particularly harrowing operation, she volunteers for a program to turn her into a supersoldier. This is a prequel to “The Exterminating Angel”.
This work of fiction contains female muscle growth and fighting. All characters are at least 18 years old.

It’s available here: 
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1119704

And here’s a preview: 

Leah hit the ground running. She got out of the parachute harness, readied her weapon and dove into cover. So far, everything was going according to plan. Their HALO jump had succeeded and the rest of the team was moving towards her. She flipped on the night vision goggles, taking in the surroundings for a moment. Everything seemed fine. As far as she could tell, their arrival hadn’t been spotted.

The other commandos reached her and gave affirmative signals. All eight members were present and accounted for. She switched off the goggles again. The light of the stars was enough for basic orientation. With a sign, she got them to move. The first team went on point, sneaking swiftly along the rocky outcrops. Second team followed up a moment later. Leah sent the third group on its way and formed the rearguard with Phil.

The unit moved quickly now, approaching the target area. On the mountain before them, the fortress loomed. It was an ancient castle which had been adapted to modern defense necessities, the stone towers stabilized with steel and concrete. As far as their intelligence reports suggested, the place had a large underground bunker system. They would have to get in in some way.

The Brotherhood had kidnapped Renée Wittman, the main security expert of the leading social media company, Earmark. They had offered to force her to give up her knowledge and wanted to sell this to the highest bidder. The intelligence department had been able to figure out their location, and the higher-ups had pretty much immediately decided that just destroying the whole place with Wittman in it was the safer bet. That’s when Leah had offered to bust her out.

They gave her 24 hours.

Of these, twelve had already passed.

Time to make the remaining ones count.

 

After a hard march through the night, they started their ascent. They had managed to evade the Brotherhood’s patrols, even if there had been a few close calls. As far as Leah knew, the defenders were still unaware of their presence.

The team quickly climbed the mountain. All seven men were well-trained, strong and tough. They had been prepared for pretty much anything, could dive well, climb mountains and ride any vehicle known to man. Even in the grey twilight, they progressed quickly.

In this moment, Leah couldn’t help feeling a bit proud. Joining this team had been terribly hard and she had gone through a truly terrifying series of tests. While her sister continued her drifting life, she joined the army, then soon transitioned to special forces before qualifying for the Crimson Demons, the elite assault troop. As the first and only woman in the program, she had to fight hard on all fronts to be accepted, and had finally managed to become the team leader. This was her mission, and it had to work!

The climb turned out to be quite hard. The only entry point that they could hope to use was a large aeration shaft that had been constructed into the sheer cliffside. It was quite large, but it was also at the top of a ninety-foot climb along the featureless, overhanging rockface. No one could climb that without getting noticed. And even if one used some equipment, it would still take forever. Happily, Leah was an expert climber. With a few bouldering championships and a serious shot at the Olympics, she figured she had a chance.

After a grueling ascent, they reached the base of the final spurt. Phil looked up.

“Okay, that’s bad.”

Leah’s second-in-command, Theo, groaned.

“You sure about that?”

She sighed:

“I don’t see any other way. But you boys can help me get a head start.”

Dutifully, the men lined up on the ledge they had reached. It was maybe a yard deep, not much of a place to fool around. Carefully, they formed a human pyramid, with Samir on top. This way, they could maybe make up for twenty feet. Still, the final climb was going to be bad.

Quickly, Leah clambered up her squad and soon ended up on Samir’s shoulders. There, she took a while to check on the surface. Then, she whispered:

“Okay, boys, I’m going up. If things go wrong, get out of here. That’s an order.”

There were regretful nods.

Without another word, she launched herself up. Her fingers dug into the unyielding rock, and she pulled herself up quickly. It was hard to find purchase, but she carefully examined the surface and climbed quickly. Below, the others stayed on guard. Not that there was much they could do in case she fell, but they had to be ready nonetheless.

She continued her ascent, gripping the tiny ledges and dents as tight as she could. This was getting terribly hard. Her arms were completely exhausted already. She struggled on. With every foot she went up, the tension in her muscles increased further. She gritted her teeth. The sweat was pouring from her brow, but she couldn’t wipe it away. Her cap was already soaked and she had to force her eyes open so she could see what she was doing.

Eventually, it became too hard to do that. She worked her way upwards blindly now, focusing on the texture of the rock as she found new holds. Leah had no idea how high she was already, but she knew she had to go on.

She struggled to keep climbing, fighting against herself to prevent her muscles from cramping. Her whole body was hurting now, but she soldiered on. Too much was at stake for her to fail. The men were counting on her.

She forced her eyes open for a quick glance. She was deceptively close already. Maybe ten more feet … Victory was at hand.

Hissing, she pushed herself further, her shoulders burning in pain. Her entire body was seizing up from the strain. She wanted to scream, to just let go. Sure, she would die, but that was better than continuing this torture.

Then she remembered her training.

Again and again, the instructors had prepared her for situations like this. Moments when you lost all control of your surroundings and still had to continue. She took a deep breath and forced the pain away. She clambered up the last feet, finally managing to reach the entrance of the shaft. With a quick, yet clumsy movement, she tied herself to the bars that locked it and just hung there for a while, hoping that some kind of feeling would return to her arms. Below her, in the morning light, she saw her men smile.

Once she had recovered enough, she dropped the line she had carried up and soon, they started their climb.

Up there, cutting the bars was easy. Then the squad slipped inside. Theo asked:

“You okay, Leah? That was some crazy climb.”

“I’ll have to manage. Gonna feel this in the morning.”

He chuckled.

“Definitely. Should I take point?”

“Please. I’m not sure I’ll be as fast as I should be.”

They went in.

 

The plans they had were rather unprecise. They managed to navigate the mazelike place as good as they could, again evading most guards.

As they reached the area where Renée Wittman was expected to be held, they ran into an enemy patrol. Without hesitation, the Demons opened fire. The fight was quick and one-sided, but Leah found it hard to stay focused. She was just too exhausted already. Knowing her limits, she let Theo take command for now. They found the cell and quickly blasted it open. The woman stared at them in panic for a moment, then Phil reassured her and they moved out.

Now things had to go fast. They returned back downstairs, planning to lose any pursuers in the underground and then escape by BASE jumping from the ventilation shaft with the tiny parachutes they had brought along.

Everything worked fine until they were caught by an enemy assault squad. They had dogs with them. The ensuing fight was brutal. The huge canines went right for the throat. In the cramped tunnels under the castle, it was carnage.

Leah found herself pinned under one of the attackers, her arms too slow to fend him off. As the others were slaughtered, the man was unsure what to do next. She used the hesitation and stabbed him with her knife. He screamed, but she held him against her.

Around her, things were crazy. Phil was getting savaged by one of the dogs, while Renée Wittman tried to crawl away. Theo was still shooting, his pistol taking out one enemy fighter after the next, but reinforcements were coming already. Dropping her victim, Leah went for the attack dog, shooting it with her pistol and then stumbling towards their target.

Howling in pain, she grabbed her, loaded her on her shoulders and ran as fast as she could. Phil understood what was happening and covered her retreat. More soldiers showed up. After a moment, they charged, firing their shotguns and submachine guns at the Demons.

Leah ran on, finding the exit. She strapped the shocked woman to her harness, slipped on the parachute and took a running jump.

She fell pulled the ripcord and was now flying away as fast as she could.

She didn’t even take a look back. The mission was a success, but at what cost? She just hoped the others would make it out …

 

“Captain, are you ready?”

Leah groaned. She was still bruised all over. The parachute had carried her away from the base and she had managed to land it close to the pick-up point. She then had to carry the young woman quite some way since she was too stunned to walk. All the time, she had done her best not to think about her squad. She had done what the mission demanded, but she felt horrible. The others, those that survived, understood.

The only thing that counted was getting the target to safety. Anyone would have acted the same. But leaving them behind had broken something in their relationship. They were still comrades, obviously, but not only were their losses brutal, the fact that she had sacrificed them … it didn’t sit too well.

It was really more of a gut feeling.

The moment the chopper had arrived and picked Renée up, Leah wanted to go back, even though she knew it was pointless and dangerous. Also, she had no chance to do anything about it: She couldn’t even hope to get up to the castle.

The chopper crew had to physically force her aboard and one of the medics sedated her when she continued resisting.

Back at the base, she was instantly brought to the operating room. The muscles on her chest were all torn and she had busted quite a few ligaments during the operations. They had to be reattached or otherwise repaired. The operation had left her with a few unsightly scars on her muscular chest. She’d have to get a tattoo there eventually to cover them up …

After this, she had to rest and recover.

And now, it was time to face the music.

“I’m ready, sir.”

She looked at the old man. He was still spry despite being well into his sixties. Back in his prime, he had been a force to be reckoned with, an amazingly brave, some might say reckless, officer, willing to lead his troops into the most dangerous assignments and succeeding. He had only reluctantly agreed to move to his desk job, but had taken the opportunity to form the unit and to train them to his level.

In a way, he was a kind of father figure for Leah, a man she aspired to measure up to.

“Very well.” He sat down next to her on a chair by the bed. “The operation was a success. Sure, the suits and the brass will talk about how the losses were unacceptably high, but in the end, you brought the girl home unhurt. As far as I heard, two of your boys will make it and be reassigned to the unit. Three of them, they’re going to have to either leave or accept a desk job. The other three … I guess their bodies will be recovered once the rubble is cleared. Command decided to blow that castle to smithereens. I wouldn’t have handled it this way, but … I’m old. They don’t listen to me. And they don’t like gas or flame throwers anymore.” He chuckled. In a certain light, the old man could look terrifying. Leah shivered for a moment. He continued: “Anyway, the brass have decided to give you a promotion. You’re a colonel now. The paperwork is still being readied, so don’t celebrate yet. The thing is, they’re probably going to remove you from the unit.”

Leah was shocked:

“Why? We succeeded, didn’t we?”

“That’s correct. Still, the pencil-pushers are unhappy. They somehow expected this to turn into an action movie, with everybody coming out dirty and smudged, but healthy. I guess that’s what happens if you keep promoting people who are good at passing tests but never worked in the field … The thing is, they’re going to rework the unit, or what’s left of it and change its culture and structure. There won’t be much left of it when they’re done. I mean, they’re going to give it to Mac Cullan.”

“Seriously. Mac Cullan? Sir, I’m not going to say out loud what I’m thinking, but if they assign me to this … commander, I fear I’ll have to quit.”

“I thought as much. Here’s a thing, though: I have an offer that might interest you. Something for a brave soldier willing to risk everything.”

“I’m interested, sir.”

[El_Roy_1999]

Here’s a story for you people who enjoy girls getting dicks and being decidedly un-nice to their brothers. 

The Changing Mood
Helen is annoyed by her brother. He spends all his time having loud sex with his girlfriend and disrespecting her. In her frustration, she goes down to the basement, where their dad has set up his man-cave. She starts working out down there, and things escalate …
This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth, futa, incest and gender-blending. All characters are at least 18 years old.

Get it here!
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1112141

The preview: 

“Oh yes, Nick, oh yes, oh yes, oh yeees!”

Helen rolled her eyes. She looked up from her phone. Even through the music on her headphones, she could hear the slapping, wet noises her brother made with his super-annoying girlfriend. That bimbo was so stupid. And now, they were fucking in the other room. Normally, she didn’t mind Nick. He was okay for an older brother. But since he had met Anastasia, he was a jerk. She had told him several times that she couldn’t stand the noise and the constant, sloppy kissing, the idiot dirty talk and the fucking.

He didn’t care. He had no respect.

“Oh God, Nick, you’re so hot! You’re so fucking hot! I love your body and I love your big, hard dick!”

She groaned. Why was that girl so stupid?

For a moment, Helen thought about just rapping against the wall. Ever since their parents had gone on their grand tour, Nick had acted as if he owned the house. He had graduated and was supposed to look for a job, but instead spent his time hanging out and constantly making a lot of noise. It was bad.

Helen sighed. Okay, maybe it was better not to fight him now. He wouldn’t understand. Maybe she should just look for a quiet place so she could do her own thing. She got up, took her power bank with her and left her room. It was a nice place, bright and girly without too much pink and unicorn stuff. Just classy and comfortable.

First, she thought about trying her parents’ room, but she could still hear them fuck. Better try the basement.

She descended the stairs and found the door to her dad’s “man-cave”. He had set this up a while ago to get some space and clear his head, and also to deal with his midlife crisis. Down here, she would have some quiet. The moment she closed the door, the sound of her brother’s lovemaking faded away.

Wonderful!

 

She looked around. The place was a middle-aged man’s vision of a young man’s place. There was a large couch, a big TV, a fridge, and plenty of memorabilia. Also, there was a rather impressive weight set which had obviously not been used in a while. Helen chuckled. She imagined her dad pumping iron. Hah.

What a weird idea.

She put her phone on the couch and grabbed a dumbbell. Grinning stupidly, she lifted it a few times. The young woman really wondered why men wasted so much time on this. Or rather, they didn’t. They just seemed to fantasize about it! She took another dumbbell and now did alternating curls.

This was actually hard. The weights were difficult to lift after a while. She set them down after fifteen repetitions and looked at her arm. Was there some reaction? She squeezed her upper arm and chuckled again. Nothing.

As nothing as was usual with guys getting such a massive weight set. She really wondered what her father had imagined doing with that thing.

Still, her curiosity was piqued and she took her phone, checking out some workout routines. Then, ironically, she did one of them. It was arm training mostly, but she did her best and really managed to finish it.

As she put the weights back, she felt satisfied. She had probably just done more than her dad had ever done. Maybe she’d try it again the next day …

 

To her surprise, she did. She went down to the basement again and picked another workout routine. Again, nothing fancy. She just followed the explanation on the video, and did her best to do the same. After she finished, she nodded to herself. She’d give it all a try and see where it would lead her.

A week later, she was still at it. On day three, she had been greeted in the morning by the worst kind of muscle soreness and she barely could move her arms, but after clumsily checking on the internet, she understood that this was normal. She did her best to deal with it. In the end, she had just declared the day to be leg day, and continued her workouts.

Now, a week later, she was a little impressed.

Not that anything had changed, but she felt assertive and she was more than a little proud that she had gone through with it. Looking up more fitness information on her phone, Helen decided that she quite liked the look. Those fitness models looked gorgeous! If she followed the advice, she was pretty certain she could get there in no time. The thing was, the diet that was suggested was a tad extreme. She wondered how much work that would be …

In the meantime, she looked at her reflection. After the training, her dark blond hair was a little tussled by the sweat and the effort. She tried to fix it, making things worse. Giggling, she said to herself:

“You’re going to have to use a scrunchy next time …”

Still, she was feeling great. She smiled at herself, her brown eyes sparkling. She was a little pale, but her skin with shiny with sweat. It was an odd combination. Making a face, she lifted her arms as if to flex them.

“Bam! Musclegirl!”

Then she laughed.

“Yeah, right!”

However, she was wondering how that would feel. Being buff was certainly not on her agenda.

 

One more week later, Helen was in the kitchen, preparing her food. Things moved quickly now. She had picked the diet plan that seemed the most useful and was busy chopping vegetables when Anastasia came in.

The girl was almost as tall as Helen, very blond and, she had to admit, amazingly sexy. She had those full, pouty lips which she always made up either in pink or in deep red, and she always wore skimpy outfits. Right now, she was in a crop top that looked more or less like a sports bra, and some ultra-tight yoga pants. Helen was pretty sure the girl wasn’t wearing any underwear. If she was, it was really tiny.

“Hi! Who are you? Are you the cook?”

The bimbo started the conversation just like that before picking a slice of pepper from Helen’s cutting board. The young woman raised an eyebrow.

“No, I’m not. I’m Nick’s sister, Helen.”

The platinum blond girl seemed completely unfazed.

“Ah. Okay. Your brother is hot.”

“Mhm. I keep hearing that.”

The bimbo’s expression changed abruptly.

“Where did you hear that? Who told you that?”

The insecurity and the jealousy flared in Anastasia’s eyes.

Helen continued her chopping:

“You did. You keep saying it.”

The blonde calmed down.

“Ah. Yeah. Cool.” She wanted to take another piece of pepper, but Helen pushed it away with the knife. “Why are you cooking all that stuff? Got a party coming up?”

“No. I’m training, so I gotta eat.”

“Training? You don’t look like you train.”

“That’s why I’m doing it, you know?”

“Uh. Okay. Whatever.”

She tried to get another slice, failed again, and wandered off. Helen rolled her eyes. What a jerk! Though she was nice to look at …

 

A month in, Helen was still pumping iron every day. She worked out for at least two hours down there, stretching, pumping, and making sure her body grew. It started to show already: Her body had firmed up considerably, her arms were tight and hard, her waist was trim and her butt had become more rounded and tough. When she looked at her reflection, she loved what she saw.

When she laid on her bed in her room, with her brother and his fuck-toy finally quiet or just having gone out, she wondered what she really wanted. She smiled at Ms. Lilo, the big fluffy unicorn her dad had won her at a funfair when she was a kid. Where was she really heading? Was she really going to be happy with just being fit?

The thing was, though, her fascination with training had started to shift her expectations. By now, she was in full-on nerd mode, and she did spend a lot of time researching new training routines, thinking about supplementation and figuring out a better diet.

She had ordered a few supplements on the internet, mostly creatine and vitamins, but she wondered whether she should go further.

Then, one day after a particularly hard training session, she went directly to the fridge and opened it for the first time. Maybe there would be some cool water inside.

Instead, she stared at a row of vials and a set of syringes. What was that stuff?

After checking out the labels, she frowned.

Okay, apparently, these were some kind of hormone boosters her dad had acquired to restore his virility and improve his muscle development. He had bought a big package and then not even used it. As far as she could tell from the reviews, it was quite potent for bodybuilders, even female ones, as long as it was used in a small dosage. One unit per week. There were fifty vials in the fridge, enough for a year. That sounded like a thing her dad would do.

She hesitated. Maybe that was something she could use? Just, maybe not right now. She’d take her time and if she really felt like it, she would try it. For now, normal training should be enough!

 

The summer was reaching its end, but it was giving its all to make the transition to the grey and rainy autumn as gentle as possible. It was warm outside and Helen was thinking about maybe moving her training equipment outside. After all, spending all her time holed up in the basement was getting weird.

She packed up the exercise mat and carried it upstairs, trying to find a spot in the garden that would be nice. She could still get the bench and the weights later. For now, it was just about warming up. Stepping through the veranda door, she heard Anastasia’s moans.

“Seriously?”

They were doing it right in the open! She stared at her brother and his girlfriend, who were just there, on the lawn, fucking like animals. Why? How? In which universe was that a good idea? Anastasia was on all fours and he was behind her, hammering at her pussy or her ass, who could tell? Her breasts were flopping back and forth while he was pounding her and he was grunting like a wild animal. Helen shook her head.

She hesitated. Should she say something? Should she actually get out there and tell him off? Should she push that stupid girl over and just slap her?

Helen felt an incredible fury wash over her. How dare they? Why couldn’t they just leave her alone?

She clenched her fists tight. Her knuckles turned white and she was shaking. The young woman had to take several deep breaths to calm down enough to not just charge them.

At last, she managed to recover and picked up the mat which she had dropped along the way. Without a word, she turned around and disappeared back into the basement.

Down there, in her cave, she tossed the mat into a corner, loaded up the bar with twenty pounds and got ready for some bench pressing. She loved that exercise. The tension in her body, the aggression she could unleash, the feeling of power when she really exhausted herself … It all felt right.

Helen tied up her blond hair and gripped the bar.

Time to pump this out of her system!

She counted out her reps, eager to channel her frustration and anger into something productive.

“One … two … three … four … five …”

She grunted, pushing herself on. When she closed her eyes, she could see her idiot brother and his bimbo again, rubbing their knees on the grass and fucking like … fuckers. It was exasperating!

Why couldn’t they just leave her alone?

“Thirteen … fourteen … fifteen …”

She racked the bar and growled. That hadn’t been any challenge at all!

The girl got back up, grabbed two ten-pound-plates and added them to the bar. Then she went back in. Slowly, carefully, really matching the challenge to her strength, she hit the second set. Somehow, this one was better, but it still wasn’t enough. She could still hear their noises in her ears. Why? Why wouldn’t those assholes just stay out of her way?

“Ten … eleven … twelve … thirteen …”

She finished this set too, sat up and glowered at her reflection. Her arms were tight now, the pump having activated her muscles for good. She stared at her face. This was useless. Despite all that training, she was still weak. She was soft. She was still unable to stand up on her hind legs and just shout those horrible people down when they disrespected her.

Helen wiped the sweat from her brow.

She needed some real aggression. One that she could channel and really break down that blockade in herself.

Shaking her head, she got up, grabbed two more plates, slotted them on the bar, locked everything and returned to the bench. By now, her chest was hurting. She didn’t care.

The young woman grabbed the bar and pushed it up. Maybe this time, she didn’t do it in the usual controlled fashion. Instead, it was a snarl, followed by a brutal discharge of power.

“One!”

She lowered the bar back down.

“Two!”

Her muscles twitched.

“Three!”

She counted out the reps, and every word got louder than the previous one. She was destroying this, unloading the humiliation she was feeling.

At the end of the set, her arms were shaking. Her chest was throbbing, her pecs feeling like brutalized coils of meat. She was shiny with sweat, her face was flush.

“Fuck. Fuck!”

She still couldn’t shake that stupid feeling. Grabbing two more plates, she saw the fridge from the corner of her eye. Maybe …

Helen opened it, took one of the vials and said to herself:

“Okay … Maybe this thing will help me.”

She grabbed a syringe, stabbed the vial and pulled up the entire contents. Then she mumbled:

“They all put it in their asses …”

She found a first aid kit and swabbed her buff buttocks with disinfectant, then took a deep breath and stabbed the needle into her muscle. Slowly, she pushed down the plunger. Whatever that stuff really was, it burnt. She scowled, gritting her teeth. When it was all in, she removed the needle, flipped the safety cover over it and swabbed the injection spot again. It was painful. She put a band-aid on it and pulled her pants back on.

“Alright. If this stuff is any good, let’s make it work!”

She got back in position and hit the weights.

Maybe it was psychological, maybe it was really the effect of the chemical, but she felt reinvigorated. Helen went through the set in no time. Somehow, she had recovered the energy she needed, and she could really force herself to fight on.

After one set, she still needed more. She loaded more plates on the bar, continuing the torture.

It went on for an hour.

After that, she was completely exhausted.

The young woman felt as if she had turned to liquid and flopped off the bench, just lying on the floor and waiting for her strength to return.

When that didn’t, she went to bed. She didn’t bother undressing, showering, or even covering herself with a blanket. 

 

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