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Her top looks a mite stretched too! 😮 Great work, Iczerman!

Can I just point out that I imagine you sitting in front of a computer, looking a little bit like Superman, but with an 'I' in place of the iconic 'S'? 😉

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This is just beautiful stuff. May there be many more growth scenes in this story in the near future! 😀

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So who's everyone voting/rooting for?

Gotta keep with the mother/daughter combo. Family values, and all that. Plus, never fond of evil winning. 😉

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Hubba, hubba and, before I forget, hubba. 😮

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Happily beautiful work, sir! I like Uranus Himomoto best of all. ;D

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DRIIIINNG!

“The ambulance crew – finally!”

DRIIIINNG!

“The amb – aaarrrrrgh!”

Mike whacked the alarm clock and sat up painfully against the headboard of the bed. He looked at his hands straightaway and saw that there wasn’t even the slightest trace of ill treatment. Reassured, he lowered his head and sighed.

“A nightmare – it was just a terrible nightmare.”

“Mike? Was that you shouting?”

“Oh! I apologise, honey, I’ve woken you up! I’m sorry…”

Ivana turned towards him and looked at him, squinting against the light of the day. She tenderly caressed his hair and reassured him.

“Don’t worry, I wasn’t asleep anyway! Do you want to talk about it?”

“Oh, no, it was such a stupid dream!” Mike replied.

He lifted his eyes towards her and tried to put on an amused air. She continued to caress him, smiling. Her long blonde hair fell in waves on the satin sheets, shining beautifully in the sun’s rays. It shone everywhere, spread out on the blue sheets like the foam of the waves on a perfect tropical beach. The reflections on her skin and luscious lips attracted Mike irresistibly to her. He approached her slowly.

She lay on her back and stretched. The small negligee that she was wearing opened out, exposing large portions of her breasts to the sun. Mike kissed Ivana tenderly and looked at her for a long time. Then he lay on top of her, resting his head on her burning hot breasts. She slid a hand under his neck and once again caressed his hair.

“You don’t want to talk to me about it, is that it?” she said.

“No! It’s not that…”

“You had another dream about my physique! Admit it!” she said, and stopped caressing his hair.

She wanted a reply, Mike understood that. He hesitated for a few seconds before giving the reply she had expected.

“Yes! Yes, it’s true,” he said. “I know what you’re going to say, but I can’t help myself!”

She began to massage his back and shoulders slowly. Mike lifted his head and looked into Ivana’s eyes for some sign of approval. She stared fixedly at the ceiling, tears streaming the length of her cheeks.

“I don’t understand,” she said, “what you don’t like about me. My butt? My breasts? My arms? My legs?” She paused. “It was our anniversary yesterday! You said that you found me beautiful, that I was gorgeous! Was it because you’d been drinking?”

Mike got up and opened the window wide to let the sunlight in. He turned back to Ivana just as her hair started to move in the breeze.

“Everything I said was true!” he replied, standing at the end of the bed, eyes glued to the floor. Ivana didn’t let him continue.

“Ever since I’ve known you, Mike – you’ve always said I’m the woman of your dreams! With powerful thighs…” As she spoke, she got up slowly. “Abs of steel…” She stood in front of him. “Large, thick shoulders…”

She held her arms down by her sides, pointing slightly behind her, so that the negligee slid down her flared back. The fabric, light and airy, slid slowly down her muscular arms, revealing, little by little, the tanned skin that covered her contracted triceps. She held onto the sleeves of her nightdress, then, with small rotations of her wrists, wound them around her muscly forearms. She continued:

“Big, strong arms…”

By flexing each bicep in turn, she made her nightdress slide from left to right on the small of her back, all the while swaying her hips like an oriental dancer. Mike was trembling. Was it nerves or excitement?

Ivana stopped her erotic dance and brought her elbows forward, still holding onto the fabric that couldn’t lie still on her enormous tensed muscles. She slowly moved her hands towards Mike, stretching the material. The stitches began to rip, although she had scarcely moved her arms. She continued by, this time, flexing her powerful back muscles.

RRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPP!

The small negligee tore slowly… RRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPP! … It gave up when Ivana’s triceps, fully flexed, broke through the fabric. She kept her arms in front of her, looking at the two strips of material rolled around her forearms, swinging slowly as Mike stared, astonished. She opened her hands carefully and clenched her fists quickly, forcefully, instantly inflating her enormous forearms.

BAAAANNNNGGGG!

The material literally exploded. Thousands of little pieces of it flew up into the air all over the room. They fell slowly over Ivana – completely naked now – spinning around as if caught in a big shining whirlwind. Ivana stood completely still, her muscular body sparkling in the sunlight, long blonde hair shifting in a gentle breeze.

“What more do I have to do, baby, to really please you?”

She wiped her tears away with the back of her hand, flexing her enormous biceps at the same time for her husband. In so doing, Ivana knew she had his attention. She twisted her wrists and tapped her long fingers on her cheeks to make her biceps come alive, all the while watching her husband’s reaction.

“What more do I have to do, baby?”

“You – you’re perfect! It’s just that…”

Ivana felt her heart freeze. Mike was ready to tell her what she wanted to know. She could not wait.

“Just that… what?” she repeated. “Baby, please tell me!”

Ivana kneeled in front of him, begging him to speak, meaning that now their eyes were at the same level. She implored him to tell her with her magnificent blue eyes. Again tears started to fall from them.

“Baby!” she said. “Please…!”

Mike’s throat had tightened up. He had kept this secret for so long that now he didn’t know how to tell her. He was hurting so much that tears started to come down his cheeks too. Finally he was able to speak.

“First, I want you to know that I love you more than anything. You are THE woman of my dreams. You’re right: I love muscular women. Very muscular women. Very, very muscular women!”

The ghost of a smile lit Ivana’s face as Mike continued.

“Do you know a single woman with arms like yours? More than twenty-eight inches around? No! Physically, you are perfect!”

He repeated the phrase.

“Physically, you are perfect!”

Ivana closed her eyes, unable to stop the flow of tears. In between two sobs, she asked him.

“What’s wrong, then?”

“Nothing! It’s not you, honey. It’s me.”

Mike cleared his throat so that he wouldn’t have to repeat himself.

“The truth is that sometimes I’m scared of you… of your strength… of your muscles. I’m sometimes afraid that you’ll hurt me… that you’ll beat me up… that…” Ivana put her hands on Mike’s cheeks, making sure to put her thumbs over his lips so that he couldn’t speak.

“Oh! Is that it? Is that all?” She held him tightly in her arms and he gave himself up to her, crying all the while.

“Never!” she said. “I would never raise my fist to you. Do you understand? Never!”

She kissed him tenderly and they stood there for a long time, crying, waiting for the other to speak. When Mike felt calm again, she stood up with him in her arms.

“I’m going to have to prove to you that you’ve got nothing to fear from me! Come on!”

She closed the window with one hand, holding Mike in the other, and left the room.

…

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Mais tu dois continuer! Il me faut savoir ce qui va se passer! 😉

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That's just astonishing. 😮 If only I could draw…

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Very nice, sir! 8)

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What's not to like about enormous breasts, eh? They balance out the muscles.

I whole-heartedly agree! 😀

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