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[kredenchurut]

Regarding Cassie and Albert I would really love to see them pump up to their absolute max. Working night and day, extremely hard for months, with exceptional endurance to hit their peak... Only to get shitted on by a much much more muscular grandma. And not even the biggest one, maybe Florence could dominate them in a ridiculous fashion.

About Florence I think it would be really nice if she would start to go the regular way and build her muscles up in the gym instead of using the tea. This way we could wonder which process is the more effective to build insane muscles and then compare the results, maybe try to win Adam back?

I have no idea about Adam's mother though. How do you think she could make things more exciting?

[Amnoartist]

Regarding Cassie and Albert I would really love to see them pump up to their absolute max. Working night and day, extremely hard for months, with exceptional endurance to hit their peak... Only to get shitted on by a much much more muscular grandma. And not even the biggest one, maybe Florence could dominate them in a ridiculous fashion.

That has crossed my mind a few times in the story's initial draft, if I'm honest

I have no idea about Adam's mother though. How do you think she could make things more exciting?

Maybe by suddenly reappearing at Florence's door with muscles just as big, changing their relationship drastically (if you know what I mean )

[kredenchurut]

Also his father could appear, being dominated by his fit wife and also by his uber-muscular mother in law...

[Jeremy Lightning]

I think she should definitely be fit, gorgeous and sexy and the relationship would be very sexy between the two, which could also maybe involve Adam, I would love a 3 way somewhere in the story. At first I was thinking with Cassandra, Adam and Florence, but I wouldn't mind it with Heather replacing Cassandra. k+!

[Amnoartist]

Brewed
Written & edited by Amnoartist
Chapter 8: Barrel-sized & Cannonballed

Note: If you don’t like EXTREME mature female muscle growth with NSFW content, this isn’t for you. Otherwise, have fun



“Y-y-your mum’s coming over to visit?”

Cassandra craned her body down into a most muscular, grinning proudly into the mirror as vein-topped muscles burgeoned and inflated outward. Her attire was a bikini so strained it, admittedly, was better off being off. “That’s right.”

Adam couldn’t decide where to devote most or all his attention: the fact Cassandra’s biceps even when cold were wider than his waist, or that her mother was coming over to visit rather unexpectedly. “Not sure what to say to that,” he admitted.

Cassandra stood upright and motioned to the measuring tape on the small table, then bent down slightly with a flexed arm easily four times wider than Adam’s head – at the very least. “Measure me.”

Adam complied; grabbing the tape and wrapped it round the woman’s massive limb, or rather, he tried to – he struggled to get the band halfway before giving in. “At least sixty inches.”

Cassandra frowned. “Only sixty; can’t have been pumped up enough.” She flexed the corresponding limb and watched it visibly bulge bigger before her eyes, bringing its meaty girth to somewhere around sixty-five inches. “There. That’s much better.”

Adam was understandably weak at the knees from the magnificent display. Generally, he would’ve blown his load from watching Cassandra flex, pose or just be there. But now she had him trained; he was able to hold his load.

“Don’t be so worried about Mum being here, love She’s dying to meet you.” Cassandra stroked Adam’s cheek tenderly with a smile, her wrinkled cheeks bunching up in response. “Besides, I think you’ll like her.”

“How so?” Adam inquired curiously, taking hold of Cassandra’s hand. In spite of the wrinkles and near constant use of weights, it was surprisingly soft, like velvet.

“Oh.” It had only now just dawned on Cassandra. She was practically embarrassed by her lack of thoughtfulness. “I never did tell you about her, did I?”

Adam shrugged. Cassandra was half right. She told him literally only a couple of things about her mother. “Well, yeah; you said her name’s Cordelia and she’s ninety. That’s about it.”

“Um… Ninety-two” Cassandra corrected.

“Oh….” Adam was discomfited in himself for mistaking Cordelia’s age so brazenly. He rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry about that.”

Cassandra lifted her hand up apologetically, forearm muscles dancing with the motion; rippling and bulging. “It’s fine,” she said kindly.

Adam smiled. It was nice to know Cassandra still had a kind side, in spite of her overpowering physique. “But what was it you wanted to say?” the young man questioned curiously.

“It’s best I show you,” the monolithic septuagenarian amazon admitted.

Adam blinked at the picture presented before him, trying to get his head round the old woman in the centre of the frame. There was no way she could be Cordelia. “That-that’s your mum?”

The picture of Cordelia wasn’t what anyone would expect. After all, nobody would expect a ninety-two year-old in a bikini, much less a bikini’d ninety-two year-old on a bodybuilding stage. Adam found himself erect at the sight, naturally. Was there no limit to his lewdness?

Cordelia was in a front lat spread pose, smiling proudly for the audience behind the camera lens. Her wrinkles didn’t hinder her massiveness, rather emphasised it; her sheer size outclassing Florence after her first encounter with the tea. How could someone this old be so physically active and thickly muscled?

“Yep.” Cassandra watched Adam hypothetically drool over the sight before him, his cock tenting in his jeans. “I did say you’d like her.”

Adam continued to observe the photo in greater detail, and discovered Cordelia was the largest woman on the stage, lats flaring outward like thick wings. He looked down at where a date would usually be positioned. “Lady Retro; November 19th, 2016,” he read aloud before realising. “That was last week!” His eyes glazed over with excitement.

“I knew you’d get excited.” Cassandra wrapped an arm easily wider than Adam’s round her young lover’s back. “Just contain it. It’ll pay off in the end.”

“But tell me.” Adam placed the photo on the small table where his newly brewed cup of tea rested. The milky liquid let out an inviting whitey vapour; he knocked back some of the brew. “Why is she here though? Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind another muscular woman hanging around. It’s just… you’re not planning a threesome, are you?”

“No, no, that’s not it.” Cassandra chortled. Admittedly, a threesome had crossed her mind, but that wasn’t the motive behind her mother’s visit. “Well, have you ever noticed how my and your grandmother’s transformations occurred on our ordinary bodies?”

“Uh-huh,” Adam returned, trying to follow along.

“Well, how’s a body that’s already muscular going to react with the tea?”

Adam gulped not in fear, but from sheer excitement over what Cassandra insinuated. He was able to connect the dots; if Cassandra got this big with the tea without being muscular beforehand, it stood to reasoning that Cordelia could potentially grow even bigger than her daughter using her current muscular form as a base.

“You’re a genius!” Adam pulled in to lock lips with Cassandra, where upon that moment they explored each other’s mouths, tongue deep. The passionate moment lasted long enough for Cassandra to stealthily slip a pill down Adam’s throat. Realising this, he pulled back.

“What was that?”

Cassandra stuck out her tongue to reveal yet another pill hanging from its edge. “Viagra. Need you hard for when Mum arrives, even when you can’t or don’t wanna be.”

“I’m pretty sure I’ll get hard from just seeing her.” What Adam said was, of course, the truth, but what he didn’t know was that Cordelia was ‘different’ from Cassandra.

“There’s you getting hard enough to satisfy me, and there’s satisfying my mum.” Cassandra slipped another Viagra pill into Adam’s hand suggestively. “There’s a big fucking difference. Pun intended.”

“How do you kn-” Adam sighed, suddenly realising what Cassandra meant. “Never mind.”

Then the doorbell rang, sending Adam and Cassandra into a frenzy. The burgeoned mature muscle goddess bounded from the settee and looked out the window to find a wide, wrinkled behemoth of a woman waiting outside. “Shit, she’s here. Take that other pill. I swear to God, you’re gonna need it.”

Adam chugged the other pill down his throat then took several breaths to maintain his composure.

“And for God’s sake, don’t blow your load the moment you see her.”

“Can’t promise that,” Adam declared.

Cassandra pulled the door open to reveal her mammoth sized mother standing proudly, two suitcases at either side of her. Cordelia was dressed in a white blouse that only just covered her immensity despite its custom size.

“Ah, my little daughter.” Cordelia opened her arms out for embracing, deltoid big as cannonballs pushing outward with barely effort. “How nice it is to see you again.”

Cassandra moved up to engage in the hug her massive mother offered. The hug itself when it occurred felt like being compressed in a vice, which was surprising to Cassandra even after all these years.

Cordelia then eyeballed Adam hiding behind Cassandra’s back standing confidently and with a smile. Cordelia released her daughter from the hug, then turned her attention to the young man, offering her hand.

Adam took a moment to observe the woman. Her breasts were quite literally like balloons, round, barrel-sized gravity-defying symbols of femininity with no sag to even think of, supported by a wall of pectoral tissue so dense, one could see the muscle itself took precedence over the skin covering it! Just like in the photo, her wrinkles emphasised the sheer power of the muscles jutting out in all directions.

“You must be Adam,” Cordelia said kindly.

He blew his load. It was impossible not to – the velvety tone of her voice was enough to send the young man over the sexual edge, let alone the overstuffed muscle mass. She had the voice of a porn star! Couple that with the undisputed awesomeness of her beefiness and she was embodiment of perfection!

Adam’s cum trickled thickly down his thighs, soaking them in a pasty white ooze, and gathered at his boot. Cassandra noticed this and shook her head.  Frankly, she’d expected better from him.

“Oh. Someone likes me,” Cordelia said teasingly before chuckling like a schoolgirl, pecs and boobs bulging and bouncing with the act. “And I haven't even flexed yet!”

And right on cue, Cordelia did just that; grinning knowingly as her inhumanly girthed bicep popped upward, the peak level with the base of her skull!

“A little over seventy-four inches, the last time I checked,” Cordelia revealed with a grin that bunched up her cheeks like before. “Probably even more, considering it isn't even pumped.”

Whether it was the viagra finally kicking in or genuine arousal rekindling didn't matter, but Adam found himself aroused yet again. However, something did feel different, off even. And then he realised. The tea he drank- how could he be so blind? It was the Lotus Blend! Yet, the effects were understandably different for Adam; his cock actually grew in size, balls and all!

“I see you tricked him with that tea you keep talking about,” Cordelia smiled, eyeballing Adam’s bulging sack. “I really need to try him out.”

Adam gulped, moving back as Cordelia’s shadow-casting bulk casually smashed through the door’s threshold and closer to him. She picked up the lad and hoisted him over her shoulder. He weighed like a sack of potatoes to her, his cock sharply pressed into her mushroomed breast as the titanic woman carried him upstairs, each step loud and thunderous, the floorboard creaking and groaning under her bulk.

“Make sure you don't disturb us, sweetie. Big Adam here’s gonna have some fun.”

All Cassandra did in return was look on in amazement, not sure what to say. Perhaps it was better to just be quiet, but- “Can't I join-”

“No!” Cordelia’s voice boomed, forcing some of the precious ornaments around the hall to shake for a moment before ultimately crashing to their doom. “He's mine to play with.”

With a mere pec flex Cordelia’s chest burst through her blouse, reducing it to a pile of torn fabric, revealing both the muscles underneath that literally pulsed, throbbed and writhed in celebration of being freedom from their material prison and a kinky bikini top!

Next, grabbing them tightly with either hand, she yanked her trousers free in one swift tearing motion, exposing the tyre thick quads and watermelon-outsizing calves underneath, criss-crossed with veins and wrinkles, exposing the lower half of the bikini.

Adam tried to take in as much of Cordelia as possible, but in itself was improbable; every time he dared to look at one muscle, there was another gently in the corner of his eye beckoning for his attention. He turned down to her bikini bottoms and saw the muscled pussy underneath bulging and twitching!

Cordelia caught Adam’s glance and smirked. “I make sure to work every muscle, sweetie.” She advanced on his naked body and knelt at his larger cock that pulsed with anticipation. “Let’s see how rich and creamy your milk is.”

She engulfed his cock balls-deep, the sack bulging in her throat and spread out to make room. Adam twitched even from just the engulfing; it felt like he was being pleasured by a god, it so enthralling. His grandmother Florence was good, Cassandra better, but Cordelia—

Adam convulsed in pleasure for a moment before he noticed his cock was once again literally growing, bulging outward against Cordelia’s throat. She started choking on his meat, tears gathering at her eyes, but persisted; pushing her throat down further to his knees! Her tongue probed his phallus invasively, expertly coiling round and along it. And then—

Bulging like a ball, Cordelia’s throat was attacked by a torrent of Adam’s cum, which infused with both the Viagra and Lotus Blend, gave rise to filling the old woman’s stomach up like a beach ball; bloated, bulged, ballooned and boomed bigger, decorated in thick veiny and wrinkled stretch marks as the liquid flowed consistently. And yet she welcomed it.

Eventually the cum started to ooze out the edges of her mouth in thin streams, trickling down her amazing, brilliant, captivating, dumbfounding, electrifying, fantastic and growing muscles!

Adam’s eye’s practically popped out at the sight of seeing Cordelia’s already monstrous form goading even larger somehow. How’d it happen? How?! It was staring at him the whole time; his Lotus Blend infused seed was making her bigger. Inches at a time, no less; her 75-inched arms became 80… 85… 90…. Twitching, convulsing, swelling masses of she-beef! Her calves became cows and then some before bulging out with so much mass, they were single-handedly larger than Adam’s full height!

And she just. Kept. Sucking.

Eventually Adam’s cock was like withered straw in Cordelia’s mouth; flaccid and thin compared to the old woman’s transcending beef, whose breasts ballooned to match Adam’s full height, then surpassing it, shoulders surging outward to smash against the wall. Her bloated stomach gurgled as the underlying muscles spread out for space, growing and evolving to inhuman proportions. The peaks of her biceps rubbed together as they vied for space, triceps jutting outward to, like her shoulders, hit against the bedroom wall.

Cordelia pulled free from Adam’s cock almost suddenly and grinned, the simple motion giving a small dose of growth to her traps. “Never knew you’d be that creamy.”

She pulled her arms up into a victorious flex to boast her biceps’ larger size, 100... 105… 110 inches cold, listening to them drag across the ceiling in a frightful rumble. Her calves pushed against the wall, cracking it!

“You really were what Cassandra made you out to be,” Cordelia said soothing as she leaned in on Adam, casting a shadow so fast that it turned the whole room black! She ran a finger over his cheek, “And more.”



Yes, this was one of those “fuck it, I’ll go over-the-top” pieces. Cordelia was always meant to get this big, for those who wondered. But I’m not sure there’s any point in re-exploring her character in future chapters. Let me know what you thought of this piece. What should happen next?

[Jeremy Lightning]

Wow! I loved that chapter a great deal, as freaky as Florence and Cassandra have been for their age, I absolutely adored what I have seen out of Cordelia, I only wish it was longer, but maybe we'll see more of her, I would love to know how powerful she is! I bet she could beat Florence and Cassandra put together! Love it when you go extreme as possible, the biggest muscles, the lewdest sex scenes, the oldest women, there is no such thing as too much in my eyes. k+!

[Amnoartist]

Wow! I loved that chapter a great deal, as freaky as Florence and Cassandra have been for their age, I absolutely adored what I have seen out of Cordelia, I only wish it was longer, but maybe we'll see more of her, I would love to know how powerful she is! I bet she could beat Florence and Cassandra put together! Love it when you go extreme as possible, the biggest muscles, the lewdest sex scenes, the oldest women, there is no such thing as too much in my eyes. k+!

Heh, I'm pretty sure i could go more extreme; bigger, older and such. I was past caring at some point when writing this and just decided to roll with it to see how things would go. Turned out to be something really good, if I'm honest.

[Amnoartist]

Brewed
Written & edited by Amnoartist
Chapter 9: Bulging Babes
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Note: EXTREME mature female muscle ahead! If this isn’t to your liking, turn away now. Otherwise, have fun!
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Using barely even half its corresponding strength, Florence jacked the back of the car up with a single arm, watching the vehicle angle upward with a gentle creak, the bumper warping and moulding under her hand. Couple with her ever-increasing muscle lust and rage over the previous day’s events involving Cassandra, Florence was pretty much having the time of her life.

Muscles sweating and pulsing, she did think it was perhaps for the best that Adam left for Cassandra. After all, Florence’s relationship with him was, in a way, taboo. Sure, she wasn’t related to him by blood, but she was still his grandmother – a level of awareness came from that.

But Florence couldn’t deny what she had done with Adam was at least life-changing.

She lowered the car back onto the concrete slowly, listening to its gentle metallic groans of thankfulness as it was released from her powerful grip. Her biceps pulsed and throbbed as she turned to the wall-mounted mirror that reflected only half her hulking mass, dressed in a glitzy, wowing bikini she’d secretly bought two days prior to wow Adam with. Now it just felt like an ordinary bikini covering her delicious musculature.

Right leg extended outward, she struck a double bicep pose forcing out a smile, watching the incredible peaks bulge and pop upward. Thirty-eight inches. The standard tea seemed to be losing its potency, and the double strength blend… after the disheartening events with Cassandra, Florence wasn’t all that confident in using it just yet. One would think it would egg her on enough to practically chug mug after mug of the thing down, but alas, that wasn’t the case.

She sighed, her arms lowered, biceps brushing against her hips. The old woman was missing something. It didn’t necessarily have to be Adam, she loved him as a grandson just as much a man.

The doorbell rang,

“Who could that be?” Florence reached for her pink night gown and bound it over her powerlifter-shaming back before heading through the garage’s back door.

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Once through the door, Florence’s hulking frame traversed through the hallway, her steps louds and thunderous; shaking the furniture this way and that. Upon reaching the staircase, the woman glimpsed the outline of a wide figure through the pane of glass in the door. The figure was feminine, evidenced by the exaggerated curves and hair bun. Hopefully this wasn’t Cassandra making a visit to prove her superiority…again.

Florence pulled the door open slowly to mentally prepare for what, or more precisely who may come.
The first things Florence noticed were the pair of breasts that jutted out in front of her like medium-sized balloons; round, smooth and sagless, quite literally gravity-defying, buttressed by a wall of rippling pectoral tissue almost more defined than her own.

Moving up, she saw the familiar face and smiled, though admittedly, there was a tinge of surprise in her voice when she spoke.

“Heather.”

Heather smiled back, neck muscles bunching up and flexing in response. She was mostly dressed in the same black business blazer and white shirt as before after leaving Adam to stay with Florence, save for the fact it was at least two times bigger.

“Mum!” Heather’s tone understandably held more shock than Florence’s, because she was expecting to return home to surprise her with the evident increase in mass, not vice versa! “How did you get so--?”

“I would ask you the exact same thing” Florence said, folding her arms over her chest, driving her pecs and breasts to push against her forearm, sizing her daughter up from head to toe, taking an extended look at the legs jutting freely from the small black skirt.

“Heheh, hmm, well…” Heather rubbed her neck nervously. She had quite the story to tell, didn’t she? “About that…”

Florence leaned to the one side, pressing her shoulder against the door’s threshold. Sure, she was being quite the hypocrite as someone who pretty much had to explain the exact same story to her daughter, but even Florence had a feeling Heather didn’t really go on a business trip for work. There was a different story to tell. “Come inside.”

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“So let me get this straight.” Florence slumped into the couch and crossed her legs, revealing the cannonball sized masses of beef that were calves. Her mass was so dense and powerful, there was an imprint of her body carved into the couch’s leather. “You went to a secret fitness camp down south to bulk up your muscles on account of knowing Adam had a thing for muscular women, and got this big over the space of a week?”

“Heather chuckled softly, running a hand over her smooth yet immense leg. “That’s pretty much the gist of it, yeah. And Adam’s bolted off to live with a woman bigger than you.”

Blatantly ignoring Heather’s last statement, Florence cocked a brow, suggesting intrigue. “Colour me surprised. But how did you find out about his, um… sexual inclinations?”

“Let’s just say I found out when he wasn’t so technically minded as now.”

Florence chuckled. She knew what Heather implied: that at one point Adam wasn’t so protective of his privacy on the computer. “I see.”

“His password was… predictable, to say the least.”

“So you used that knowledge for his benefit,” Florence mirrored her daughter’s movements; running a hand down her leg. Florence’s legs were undoubtedly the largest, but Heather’s were no less impressive in their own right, “and went to that camp to bulk up.”

“Oh, not just his benefit. Ever since I came back home, my sex drive’s been put into overdrive; I’ve been at it with Paul pretty much non-stop.” Heather bit her lip in lust as she flashed back to that dramatic first fuck when she returned home. So much furniture destroyed on account of her wild sexual passion; so much fun had. Her crotch pulsed energetically as the flashes ensued; compelling her to lightly and shamelessly rub it in front of her mother for a moment before managing to resist bursting into a state of self-pleasure.

“I beat you to it though.” Florence’s face turned beet red with embarrassment.

“You fucked him?” Heather said, almost horrified.

Florence nodded. She knew there was always going to be a physical connection between her and Adam. In fact, she remembered it: “It wasn’t that hard to do, really. On the night you left for the camp I showed him my muscled legs, just to show I was keeping active and all that…” she drifted off for a moment, flashing back to that night she leaned over Adam’s bedroom door in that bikini, watching him ejaculate down his shorts and the edge of the bed without having to actually interfere with himself. “His reaction was… pleasurable, in more ways than one. It didn’t take a detective to know what happened next. Adam proved his devotion by dumping Cassie.”

Heather cocked a brow. If Adam was as ‘devoted’ to Florence as she made him out to be, where was he? Out probably.

“But how did you get big?” Heather’s gaze drew out watching Florence’s bicep casually bulge and pop under her blouse, willing it to endeavour an attempt to rip through it. The mother bit her lip, suppressed a building urge within. “You know my story, but I don’t know yours.”

Florence thought for a moment. Should she really tell Heather about the tea? If she did, what would happen? Florence dreaded to think Heather would go so far as to fill the biggest teapot in the house with the brew and chug it greedily.

“Ehh, just hard training and dieting.” Florence lied, curling her arm up into a flex and felt the bicep bulge, split and shred under the protecting skin popping through the sleeve of her blouse. “Not to mention some protein pills.”

Heather gulped lustfully at her mother’s bicep pulsing and throbbing, imagining a moment between them sometime from now where they embraced in worshipping each other’s massiveness, before she regained self-control. “And I take it you getting big is why Dad left?”

Florence laughed heartily, her torso bulging, rippling, tensing and writhing with the motion. “No, no. I was straightforward with him; I told him I fucked Adam more on a daily basis than I screwed him in the last nine years.”

“Nine years. I don’t think--”

“I might’ve over-exaggerated, but as long as he got the point, I didn’t care.”

“Where is Dad now?” Heather inquired curiously.

“In a twisted, ironic turn of events, he’s actually in a relationship with Cassie.” Florence smirked; she found the whole idea of Albert and Cassie together rather preposterous. Between his heart problem and her outrageously teenage sex drive, there wouldn’t be that much fun to have. “The blonde bimbo’s also turned to getting jacked; she’s probably juicing and changed her name to Cassidy now.”

“That’s a bit harsh; that’s Dad you’re talking about. Let him live his life however he wants to.”

Florence scoffed. For her husband to live his life how he wanted to wouldn’t have been as thrilling as doing so however he could’ve. “Sure, but he’s missing out on these balls of steel.” She flexed her arm again, compelling its tendons to spread out underneath and bulge.

Almost suddenly, Heather’s pussy contracted as she climaxed at her mother’s flawless teases and magnificent size. Her panties fell victim to a dark patch of wetness as she arched backward against the chair in lust.

“Oh, sweetie, I didn’t realise I turned you on too. Here, let me help.” Florence helped Heather reduce her building sweat by tearing her shirt from her body, allowing her gravity-defying, ballooned breasts to pop out comically.

Heather took advantage of her mother’s closeness by tenderly squeezing the biceps before her, tracing a finger over the thick vein that mapped across her arm from the wrist to the deltoid, suppressing that same and unknown building urge. Was it lust?

Florence couldn’t deny there was a moment where she felt the same thing. She playfully flexed the bicep Heather groped. “You have become such a strong woman. Just how strong though?” She turned her attention to the garage door with a smile.

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Heather watched Florence lift the car by the rear bumper just like before, watching her bicep inflate and broaden, knees weak from excitement. There was no questioning she knew her mother was strong, but this strong?

“I want you to try it.” Florence gently lowered the car, forearms and deltoids waving and popping like crazy. “It’s not that hard, really; you’ve just gotta focus all your strength on the one arm.” To boast and emphasise her point, the salt-and-pepper haired muscle woman flexed the arm she used to jack the car, presenting it in its new forty-eight-inch glory. The heart-rending thing was that was just a pump; she couldn’t get much bigger than that with the Lotus Blend. Well, not the standard anyway.

“I dunno” Heather admittedly apprehensively.

Florence glowered. “What’s the point in having all that strength if you’re not going to show it off?” She knew Heather never was one for blowing her own horn; it wasn’t an everyday thing for someone to have muscles as big as hers within a week. Surely, it wasn’t a problem to show off just the once?

Heather sighed. Her mother was right, so Heather took charge and approached the car confidently, shrugging to loosen up. Her arm lowered, she gripped the bumper delicately at first, making she didn’t dent the metal from just holding it. And before she knew it, the car submitted to her superior strength, angling up to the ceiling. The mother’s arm swelled mightily, veins rising to the surface of her smooth feathery skin.

Florence’s eyes glazed over in delight, heart pulsing as a weird sense of lust filled it from watching her daughter work the car almost effortlessly like it weighed nothing. The grandmother moved closer to Heather, hands round her thick waist and continued to watch with a deep longing. Inhaling deeply, she basked in Heather’s rich perfume before kissing her on the neck.

Heather reacted to the motion by letting out a sensual moan, pulling her hand free from the bumper to let the car crash back to its original position, tyres bursting as a result of the sudden violent descent. “I don’t think--”

Florence put a finger to Heather’s lips with a soothing smile. “Shhh!” This was what she was missing ever since Adam left: passion.

Heather submitted; locking lips with Florence to explore each other’s mouths. It felt like this was a moment decades in the making. The younger woman felt her mother take a hand to her crotch, feeling the wrinkled flesh of her fingers grab the fleshy muscular mound before she gasped. It was bliss. “Oh geez…”

But soon Florence flashed to Adam standing by the muscle behemoth Cassandra in a room of white, before coming out of her lust-induced trance blinkingly. Florence pulled back softly with a cringed grin. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to--”

Heather sighed, nodding with understanding.

Florence realised then with her and Heather’s combined strength, Adam could be won back. Florence knew she could always love him as a grandson as much a man, but for him to suddenly drift away from his family—

“Adam needs to be brought back. We’re his family, not that harlot.” Florence was practically fuming at the thought of Adam constantly being forced to submit to Cassandra’s sexual prowess. He was a man, not a sex toy.

“What do you suggest?” In spite of her disappointment over not being able to romp with her, Heather knew Florence had a point. The problem was how to win Adam back. “We knock on her door, tie her up and run off with Adam, celebrating with through a threesome?” Heather was thrilled by her own suggestion.

“I was thinking her turn her own supply of the Lotus Blend Double Strength against her by splitting it between the two of us, she gets to watch us grow and pump Adam’s brains out.” Florence’s grin was a tad wicked in nature. “Sure, Cassandra’s bigger, with 70-plus inch arms, but I doubt she’s gotten much bigger.”

Heather chuckled. “Yeah, not like anyone can get 100-plus inch arms or anything like that.”
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Cordelia smiled as she heaved her 120-inch arms up, visibly straining as the sheer weight of her monstrously inhuman limb bulged obscenely with a thunderous rumble, veins thick as a fully grown male pulsing as they rose to the surface of each peak.

The birds in the trees frantically took to the air, splitting into groups in all directions as the shadow from Cordelia’s bicep grew so large and dark, it engulfed the front-most treeline!

“Peaks bigger than the whole house, sweetie!” Cordelia’s voice constantly oozed sexiness now. If Adam didn’t think she was a muscle god before, he’d be foolish not to now. “All thanks to you!”

Cassandra gulped. Her plan kind of backfired. “She turned to Adam contemptuously. “When I said I hoped the plan to make mum bigger would work, I didn’t think it would be this effective.”

“You won’t get any complaints from me” Adam admitted with a lusty smile. His larger cock was practically constantly erect now, Cordelia had grown so big. It begged the question: if she got any bigger – Heaven consent – would he do so as well? Were they practically linked now? “I think it’s great.”

Cassandra rolled her eyes, finding Adam’s perverse declaration displeasing. “Oh, you would, wouldn’t you?”

“What’s wrong, darling?” Cordelia pumped her large, monolithic, bestial, inhuman, powerful, incomparable, and godlike bicep once again, rumbling deafeningly with the motion, batting her eyelids lustfully. “Don’t you like Mummy’s muscles? I know Adam does.”

Cassandra was, admittedly, of two minds on the subject. One on hand, perhaps her mother’s muscle growth had gotten too far, and on the other, maybe another ten, twenty, thirty inches wouldn’t hurt. But Cordelia was in a position where she could practically do whatever she wanted with whoever pleased her. SO maybe it was a good idea to just agree.

“Yes” she said firmly.

Adam turned his attention to the street where a distant police siren sounded, getting closer as time passed. Before he knew it, the familiar blue-red flashing light came into view, the vehicle eventually itself following suit.

“Looks like we got visitors” Cordelia said, adjusting her pure white hair to appear more attractive for the eventual newcomers, the movement from her barn-wide forearm enough to generate a gust of wind that blew over the nearby parasol.

But it wasn’t a traditional police detective duo that arrived, rather a full black-clad tactical SWAT team, multiple firearms dangling from their belts. They split into two groups; one circled round Adam and Cassandra, while the other—

Cordelia chuckled surprisingly cutely like a schoolgirl despite her advanced age whilst watching the other team. “Is that you trying to surround me?”

Eventually, after spreading out evenly, one of the squad members looked at Cordelia and instantly fainted at her astounding, babelicious, charismatic, delightful, extraordinary size, simultaneously ejaculating.
“Geez, I’m that good?” Cordelia chuckled again just like before, coercing her door-sized traps to grow slightly from the stimulation. “Best hold onto your balls, boys; wait till I start flirting.”

The leader of the SWAT team pushed through the team that surrounded Adam and Cassandra to make his way over to Cordelia, who simply smirked at him. “You know, I didn’t expect you to be the problem we were called out to.”

Cordelia was impressed. Whoever this bald, hard-faced forty-something year-old guy was, he wasn’t as susceptible to her wondrous existence as the last one. But she was sure he would submit eventually.

“What exactly did you get called out to?” Adam inquired nervously, looking past one of the team member’s padded shoulders.

The bald guy turned to Adam with a condescending grin. “Official description of the disturbance: consistent rumbling – potential earthquake; evacuate locals.” Since that wasn’t the case anymore though, the team leader reached for his earpiece. “Negative on potential incident in Walton Road. Say again: negative on Walton Road.”

The team surrounding Cordelia was practically shaking in its boots from a mixed bag of emotions: fear, lust, anger… Until she spoke to it directly: “So what are you here for then? To awe at my magnificence? I mean…” she strained as her arm was pulled up into a rumbling flex again as deafening swells filled the cold day air, “I’m turning myself on here.” Her words were like velvet; soft and gentle, yet undeniably, incomparably lusty. So lusty, in fact, that those in the team who didn’t succumb before, surely did now as they, like their unconscious friend, ejaculated where they stood, jerking slightly. “Cordelia two, SWAT nil.”

“I have to admit, I’m impressed.” The team leader came up to Cordelia’s house-wide thigh and stroked it with his gloved hand. Even though he did not lose his load like his associates, he was still, in a sense, enthralled by Cordelia. “If you get my meaning.”

Cordelia flashed a curt, almost sympathetic grin. “Don’t worry; I can feel your meat sticking against my knee right now.” She lowered a hand and gripped his cock gently. With one quick tug she made him cum in his ballistic armour, watching him flinch, convulse and drool with a girlish giggle. “She watched the man drop to the grass unconsciously with bliss painted on his face. Wow, one tug!”

With their boss incapacitated, the team that surrounded Adam and Cassandra felt lost, and yet Cordelia’s presence was inviting. She smirked at them knowingly before saying something that, to them, meant the world: “You know what to do.”

Before he could even understand what the hell was going on, the team that formerly surrounded Adam and Cassandra had stripped down to their bare muscular ass cheeks and made the pilgrimage to climb Cordelia, who laughed cutely as their comparatively tiny bodies slipped, dove round and fought one another to reach her literal mountainous peaks; her hot air balloon breasts; her collar…practically everywhere where some sense of pleasure could be given to her. Cordelia was impressed the most with this group because they lasted the longest around her, which meant they were distinctive in a way, not cut from the same cloth as those before them.

“You too” she said, motioning Adam forward suggestively with a finger. “I’m not finished thanking you yet.”

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Damn, I didn’t expect this to be so long. At the most, I had expected it to go past my standard word count (2000) just a bit, not nearly double it – I guess that’s what I get for wanting to write another over-the-top chapter.
I wrote this chapter so soon because I envisioned the car scene with Florence and Heather, and couldn’t stop thinking about what Florence said during the car scene, where she assumes nobody could get any bigger than 70 inches, then shift to the next scene with Cordelia; it’s almost comical in a sense.
Let me know what you think about this chapter, guys. What do you think is next for Cordelia?

[GreatJustice]

I suspect Cordelia is a sensible lady; putting a little time and effort into bigger, thicker cocks (especially Adam's) seems like a decent way to guarantee return on investment. A swollen bellied cum-fuelled muscle fucking machine seems like something she'd enjoy being... Especially if it meant leaving her daughter in the shade... Or as her sex slave...

[Amnoartist]

Hey guys. Just a quick question regarding Cordelia and over-the-top content:

Your honest thoughts on her being visibly pregnant in the next chapter (she's had sex so often and with so many people owing to the usage of the infused Lotus Blend, it's practically possible) and you see her stomach gurgling and writhing.

Like I said, over-the-top, but sound off in the comment below

[GreatJustice]

Don't mind a big, gurgling belly if there's a reason behind it: loads of huge muscular babies perhaps, not babies but a cum-bloated belly processing protein, her body getting ready to grow immensely pregnant with thousands of newborns... whatever you come up with, it just has to have an internal logic.

[Jeremy Lightning]

Hey I'm all for it, especially, like GreatJustice said if it's because there is an immensely muscular brood of babies growing in her. That would be incredible to see. k+!

[Amnoartist]

Maybe not thousands of newborns, but a few dozen at least. Not that sure on them being muscular though. That's where I'd probably draw the line, as Jeremy knows

[GreatJustice]

Well, in fairness, I don't think much description should be lavished on the babies (at all!)... that's when stories get a bit much for my tastes. I was aiming more for the "like mother, like daughter" angle, rather than fetishising them.

Urgh, the babies themselves framed as a sexual thing would not be okay for me at all.

[Jeremy Lightning]

I wasn't either, I was pretty much there with you with the like mother, like daughter thing.