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[Amnoartist]

Yeah, it's kinda hard to throw that theme off when it's interesting to write about - for some folk anyway. Not to worry though - got one more chapter to go before things *should* go back to normal.

[Amnoartist]

Brewed
Written & edited by Amnoartist
Chapter 12: Grandma to the Rescue? [END]
 
Florence and Heather stood in front of Cassandra’s front door in matching glitzy bikinis, their muscles pumped up as much as they could be from a workout they shared beforehand. Florence’s intentions were simple: rescue Adam from Cassandra’s clutches, with her daughter’s help.
 
If only they knew.
 
“Now remember: Cassandra is bigger and stronger than me, so we’ll have to work together to bring her down.” By ‘bring her down,’ Florence merely meant to incapacitate the larger woman long enough to quickly rescue Adam and escape, not kill her. Although, knocking her out wasn’t entirely out of the question. “Got it?”
 
Heather nodded. She was more than game for the events yet to unfold, although she couldn’t deny the odd lingering nervous thought here and there. What if this rescue attempt ended up falling apart? What if Adam didn’t want to be rescued and actually wanted to stay with Cassandra? If that were the case, this daring task would be a kidnap, not a rescue.
 
“Good” Florence edged in closer to the door and drew her fist back.
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Florence’s ensuing punch caused the door to fly backward, splitting in half mid-flight before crumpling into splinters of wood as it finally smashed into the wall, landing deftly next to the fireplace. The two powerhouse women paced into the household with silent steps, their bare feet almost delicately gracing the carpet.
 
Heather glanced to her right at a box of the Lotus Blend tea rested on a small coffee table, next to a box of Viagra. At the table’s legs rested a SWAT uniform, worn and matted with sweat. Moving her eyes further, she eyeballed a pair of men’s underwear strewn over the TV.
 
Florence picked up a strange scent and sniffed like a dog in her attempt to not only determine what the smell was, but also where it came from. “It smells like… sweat, cum, body oil and--”
 
She was cut off by Heather, who soon discovered the same smell. “Talcum powder.” She moved past the TV and came up to her mother’s side, who had pinpointed the origin point of the smell: upstairs somewhere.
 
And then the sudden voice came, much to the newcomers’ surprise, followed by several grunts and groans of pleasure. Naturally, Florence presumed it to be Cassandra, but—
 
“What the fuck do you mean, you’re getting soft?” the voice called out. Florence was quick to realise the voice didn’t belong to whom she originally supposed, throwing her off-guard slightly. She and Heather paced up the stairs glancing ahead at the cracks in the ceiling. They looked recent. “Thought you were eager?” the voice added.
 
As Florence and Heather moved further upstairs, closer to the smells’ point of origin, they got stronger and more pungent. It was definitely the smell of sex; strong and powerful too. Adam’s voice was quietly heard behind the furthest door, but his words were muffled. So, he was having sex with someone who was clearly not Cassandra. That only made Florence’s irritation swell; her fist clenched, she felt her entire arm ripple with power, veins popping to the surface of her skin like a boat to water.
 
The unknown person continued grunting and thrusting; the rhythmic creaking of a bed was obvious to Florence and Heather at this point, while Adam’s returning words were still muffled. “Number five will be here any minute – groan – now.”
 
Florence turned to Heather with confusion. Number five? What did that mean? The younger woman simply shrugged in response. Of course, the only way to find out was to dive deep into the nest, so to speak. And that, they did.
 
The two women barged into the room as one. Their shoulders thrust into the door’s wood and forced it to dangle by its hinges, banging against the wall. Seething rage filled Florence. Whoever was screwing her grandson was going to pay. Granted she was quite the hypocrite at this point, but those days were over.
 
“Alright, get the fuck away from my—oh, my god!” Horror filled Florence as she glimpsed Cordelia dressed in an oversized nighty sat atop Adam, her monstrously large muscles pressed violently against the cracking walls, and her even larger, taut, visibly moving pregnant gut pressed against his abs. Even though she was dressed in the nighty, it was impossible not to see the pregnant gut. As Florence stood there, all she could hear was the older woman’s massive stomach gurgle as something visibly moved inside it. It was like seeing something out of a horror movie.
 
Cordelia turned to Florence with a knowing grin, one side of her matted hair draped over her back, the other over her breast. “Ah, you must be Florence.” She stepped off of Adam, who groaned in relief as she stood up proudly, her calves jutting outward like oversized tyres. “This champion’s granny.” Cordelia wasn’t all that impressed by her visitor’s size – Adam had pointed out that she was big, but by comparison, she was rather pathetic.
 
Adam’s pants of relief were abated upon his mother coming to his side. He could’ve sworn the last time he saw her, she was average looking, not the hulking powerhouse she was now. His cock throbbed in slight pain. He loved the sex he was getting, but it had its drawbacks. He couldn’t exactly refuse someone who had more than double the physical strength required to literally snap his dick off. He wanted – needed help, but wanted more sex too.
 
“I won’t have you take him away.” Cordelia moved in closer to Florence, forming a vast shadow that engulfed the entire room, muscles throbbing perversely. She groaned as the thing inside her grew somewhat, forcing her back a bit. “We’re going to have a family together.”
 
“This is wrong” Heather said to her son in a motherly tone, stroking his cheek. She could feel his pain. He desperately needed help. Cordelia though, was probably past that. “You know that” Heather added.
 
“It’s what he wants.” Cordelia glanced at Adam and offered a quick bicep flex that forced her arm to break through the ceiling slightly, compelling Adam’s cock to reflexively become erect as a result. She knew he wouldn’t want to leave or stop. “To breed, breed and breed” she added.
 
“Get me out of here, please.” Adam finally broke down. He had always wanted to leave, but knew it wouldn’t be possible for him to do so, under Cordelia’s power. “I can’t do this anymore.”
 
“No!” Cordelia was horrified. Moving back to Adam, she forcibly started jerking him off, watching his cock harden and feel it throb within her wrinkled digits. Her biceps pulsed in synced with the gurgling of her gut as the thing inside her grew. This was no ordinary baby like the last seven she’d birthed. This one was different. “You will father this child and those after it.”
 
Florence watched in horror as Cordelia’s floral gown ripped vertically up the middle and split outward like wings to fully reveal her growing offspring, while Heather fought off the older woman’s jerking hand in her attempt free Adam. The growth was occurring at such an absurd rate, it was sickening to watch, and yet it was so wide, it was impossible not to see it from even the corner of their eyes.
 
“You will all witness this birth.” Cordelia’s grunting intensified as the pace of the growth picked up, indicating the impending arrival of the offspring. Drool gathered at the woman’s jaw as her mass expanded to reflect her rapid pregnancy; her biceps coiled hideously as they mashed against her tits, while her horseshoe triceps smashed through the walls. “And those – groan – after it.”
 
Florence stepped back in horror as she soon came to realise the birthing was soon- so soon.
 
But little did Cordelia know that her infant was growing so big so rapidly that it was little by little destroying her from the inside; crushing her intestines and bones. She couldn’t feel it because her lust and muscle density were themselves so overpowered.
 
And then it happened. So swiftly that it was as if it never happened at all. But the child. It – it wasn’t actually a child at all, but—Florence cocked her brow confusedly at the thing that came from Cordelia. It was just a solid ball of--
 
“Muscle?” Heather spoke confusedly, looking at the beefy form twitching on the floor at its mother’s gaping knees. Cordelia was pale as a sheet, feeling suddenly weak inside. Heather took the confusion as her opportunity to bring Adam to her side and into her caring arms.
 
“I’m confused” he said. Everyone was, and yet, something had to be done about it. It couldn’t just lie there. Florence was pretty sure she saw the thing grow. And Cordelia—well, something had to be done about her. It was a miracle she was still alive after all that happened.
 
“I think we all are” Heather pointed out.
 
How did this all happen anyway? That was the question of the day for sure. And Heather was adamant to find out the answer. She picked up a box of the Lotus Blend she conveniently found on the floor by Cordelia and read the back. “Fucking hell. Do not mix with Viagra – simple.”
 
Florence cocked her brow again as she reluctantly picked up the solid ball of muscle. “Don’t tell me someone actually tested that shit out to learn that.”]
 
Heather dropped the box and deemed it unwise to find out the truth of her mother’s inquiry. She offered her hand to Cordelia with a caring smile, despite all that happened. “Time to get you some help.”
 
“My-my children…” the old woman spoke softly.
 
Heather turned to Adam in the hopes that he knew what Cordelia meant, which he obviously did. “They’re ours” he said, “before things went haywire.”
 
Florence knew there was a new predicament to take care off: what to do with the seven newborns.
 
 
END
 
 
I felt this was a decent way to end things because I honestly couldn’t think of a way to push the story forward after this point. Did you expect Cordelia’s birth to be the way it was, or something else entirely? Interested in a sequel?

[Amnoartist]

Brewed | Where Are They Now?
 
Just wanted to put out a super short, scrap-like piece explaining what happened to all the characters in Brewed after the finale. Some characters might make an appearance or be mentioned in the sequel, Caffeinated, which will be exclusive to my Patreon.
 
Adam
Following his rescue from the sex-mad clutches of Cordelia, Adam sought medical help and was later institutionalised for his betterment. It might be possible for him to recover, but he won’t be the same again.
 
Florence
Putting her new body to use, Florence actively took part in the local Lady Retro bodybuilding contest and won 1st place. She’s currently in a May-December relationship with a college student named Jack. They plan to marry.
 
Cassandra
After she left her mother at her whims, Cassandra moved house. Not much is known of her beyond this point. it's rumoured she became pregnant like her mother did, suggesting she carries on her legacy.
 
Heather
After her son was institutionalised, Heather lived a quiet life with her husband. She occasionally sleeps with her mother on the side.
 
Cordelia
Cordelia was institutionalised like Adam – though in a separate foundation – at first,  to help better understand how she became the way she was, before rumours started spreading that the company behind the Lotus Blend tea heard of her, and broke her out to help improve on her current size.
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Just curious, but who wound up taking care of the babies that were born?

Shoot, that's obviously something I sidelined. I imagine the most logical person to choose for looking after the newborns would be Heather

[Amnoartist]

Peeping Tom
Written & edited by Amnoartist______________________________________________________

Tom’s eye perversely stared through the hole in the wall, listening to the rampant sex with heavy breaths, sweat trickling down the nape of his neck and brow. A gulp escaped from him as the behemoth woman released an unearthly pleasurable moan. Tom had heard her scream like this before and it always helped in getting him off.
 
The bed creaked as the man who took the massively muscled woman from behind grabbed her shoulders for support as his monster cock reamed her. Her pussy was thick with muscle – more than the man had seen on any muscled woman he’d fucked previously. He was surprised he was able to actually get it in and succeed in pleasing the woman, it was so thick; each time he thrusted the woman’s strong cunt flexed, clamping down on his meat, holding it prisoner.
 
“C’mon, make me cum, Jack,” the woman called out in an almost shriek-like tone, one hand touching his meaty chest, the other rubbing her erect nipple teasingly. She stared into her lover’s eyes before a smile formed that emphasised her wrinkled cheeks. “Fill me up with all your juices! Creampie me!”
 
Jack grunted as he thrusted once more, all while inwardly asking how someone like Judy could go so long with sex. He’d already been on the verge of releasing within the ninety year-old several times, but was told on several occasions by her to ‘hold it in.’ Now it seemed she was serious about taking his offering, but Jack wasn’t wearing a condom and had quite a lot of cum built up inside him. Judging by Judy’s face, however, she didn’t care about that. She wanted what he had.
 
Tom reached for his balls as he continued watching; they ached from all the lust that built up within, perversely watching the woman be fucked for what was a full day now. He hadn’t watched that long, but the thumps and moans he heard earlier before deciding to watch amounted to a full six-hour stint. Jack didn’t know Tom existed, let alone watched.
 
Tom unzipped his denims and shamelessly whipped out his cock. He knew Judy wouldn’t mind if he started whacking off to what was going on, even if she didn’t know he watched. He made sure to both slow and quieten his breaths; however, knowing his presence shouldn’t be made known.
 
“You sure, Judy?” Jack was more than willing to do his mistress’ bidding, but also knew quite a lot of cum would come out. He didn’t hold his breath in wait, though, as Judy took command of the situation herself and started jerking him off to make her point, before angling her watermelon sized bicep under his phallus. “Alright, if that’s what you want,” Jack continued.
 
And with that, after one swift stroke of his cock, Jack released his load in all its entirety over Judy’s bicep, covering it in a thick, milk-coloured paste, making sure to be extra generous over her proud peak. It dribbled over the side of her arm, giving her wrinkled beefiness a shiny look. Judy was tempted to rub what was given into her arm, but knew Jack was far from done. Shifting her weight, she angled herself under Jack’s throbbing meat to take yet more of his offering, smiling as it shot onto her face and trickled down and into her mouth.
 
It was at this point Tom started jerking; his strokes were slow yet firm, allowing thick veins to rise over the surface of his shaft. He was unable to control his breathing as well as he wanted, but was well past caring.
 
Jack pulled away from Judy as she shamelessly swallowed the last dregs of his cum. The swallow was loud fierce; her throat muscles flexed as the liquid ran down its insides soothingly. She had clearly done this before. A small droplet of Jack’s release remained on her top lip and she let it lay there for a moment before scooping it up with her index finger and sucking on it like a lollipop.
 
“Thanks for the protein, babe. I…” Judy released a small moan as her muscles tightened up to undergo a considerable dose of growth, brought on by Jack’s welcomed seed; her already massive biceps quivered like leaves before inflating with mass. The present veins thickened more and more in tandem with the formation of more, which ultimately spread out and diverted throughout the elderly woman’s entire massive form. Her cum-drenched cunt throbbed as it, too, fell victim to the spreading increase in size, audibly growing thicker and stronger, pushing itself ever close back to Jack’s limp cock. The veins that surrounded her pussy soon mimicked those on her arms, thickening and spreading outward around her thighs, calves and tight glutes.
 
She was having the time of her life – and it was all thanks to Jack’s cum.
 
Tom quickened the pace of his jerking, wanting to make it mimic the speed of Judy’s growth. He watched as Jack found himself hardening up again at the insanity occurring before him. He had seen Judy grow twice before, but this time it was different in a way: it was much more intense. He could actually her pussy flex as Judy pressed her palms on the headboard, overcome with such lust that she was blind to Jack fingering her.
 
Judy’s inner pussy muscles rubbed on Jack’s fingers as her growth yet continued, the lust she was experiencing so powerful that her cunt clamped down on his fingers, trapping them like in a vice. Yet he continued with his endeavour, quickening his pace as he brought his tongue to Judy’s tit. An aroused exhale came just before he started sucking.
 
“Oh fu—” Judy buckled slightly as the arousal took such a tight hold of her that she reluctantly lactated slightly. This caused surprise to fill Jack once again, questioning how someone old as Judy could still produce breast milk. Not only that, he found it to be the purest milk ever conceived. “That’s the spot, right there,” she managed to continue.
 
Jack pulled his head away, his eyes closed shut from being temporarily blinded by the shot of milk that came from Judy’s ballooned tits. Rubbing his eyes frantically, he felt the elderly woman’s hand grace his pulsing cock, once again eager for another round. He was physically spent almost - save for being able to finger the now larger grandma, but didn’t want to disappoint someone so mesmerizing.
 
His vision returned in time, and as it done so, Jack finally spotted Tom’s perverse eye gaze at the frenetic fucking that came to a sudden halt. “You know someone’s watching, right?” Jack said.
 
Tom inched his way back from the hole just enough to keep his eye away from sight, but he could still see the goings-on.
 
“Tom? Oh, he’s harmless.” Judy giggled like a schoolgirl. She knew exactly who Jack referred to. The 90-inch armed granny pulled herself up with the same smile as earlier. She gave her arm a slight flex, listening to its massiveness creak upward just an inch or two away from scraping off of the ceiling. “You know you don’t have to watch from the hole, sweetie. Why don’t you come in?”
 
Jack looked at Judy with an expression that made him wonder if it was truly a good idea for this ‘Tom’ to reveal himself. The stern look Judy offered in return proved Jack didn’t have much of a say in the matter – or at least, made it clear there was nothing to worry about.
 
Tom opened the door, slowly revealing himself to the sexed out couple. He was a big boy in more ways than one – all of which made it clear Jack was the smallest of all three. At 17, Tom had double Jack’s mass and was slightly taller too. Not to mention his balls were noticeably larger too; his erection was still present, and his grapefruit sized nuts rubbed against his pillar-thick lower thighs.
 
“This is Tom, my son.” Judy sauntered over to the large teen, her inhumanly weighted bulk forcing the bed to creak as she pulled up from it. She was shamelessly boasting her beefy nakedness in front of her grandson, who Jack realised didn’t seem all that weirded out by it. “He’s also my husband.”
 
That particular statement struck a mental cord with Jack. He was perfectly fine with fucking a 90 year-old muscle goddess, but had no idea she was married to anyone, let alone her son, however the hell that was possible for someone old as Judy. He couldn’t exactly call the cops on them, since the newly instated incest marriage law came to fruition. Jack was a traditionalist though.
 
“Seems someone’s been having a little stroke-off while we fucked.” Judy glanced down at Tom’s evident erection poking in his denims with a delighted smile. She squeezed his grapefruit sized nuts tightly to assess just how much of his love juice was still intact: all of it. “Nice to see you’ve kept your load just for me.”
 
Tom’s nuts had grown so strong as well as large over the past year from fucking Judy that he didn’t even flinch the slightest when her vice-like grip seized them. It would’ve been a totally different story with Jack, however. He boasted the size of his balls with a flex, outdoing Jack is so many ways. “I only do keep my load for you,” Tom said, leaning in for a deep French kiss with his grandma-wife. They both shared in an ecstasy-fuelled quiver before pulling free.
 
Judy licked her lips before she spoke, her word disheartening Tom in such a way that felt useless after hearing them. “If you’ll excuse us. We’re away for a real, hard fuck.” She could almost feel Jack’s disappointment. “Don’t go anywhere though! There’s some bacon in the fridge downstairs – eat that to refuel yourself for when I get back!”
 
Jack watched Judy scoop Tom up under her monstrously beefy arms and into a different bedroom, the floorboards creaking under the weight of her feet.
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Sat on the living room couch eating a plate of bacon, Jack did as he was asked, feeling sorry for himself over what the behemoth granny said to him not ten minutes earlier. He felt used. In fact, he was used, but there was nothing Jack could really do about it. He loved the rampant, powerful sex with Judy too much to leave her. And now she was about to be reamed by her son-husband.
 
A girlish giggle came from behind Jack as he shovelled another forkful of bacon into his mouth. Intrigued, he turned his head to find a girl no older than seven smiling at him, wearing a cute dress with blonde plaited hair. Her smile persisted long enough for Jack to notice the lone tooth missing at the front. As cute as this lone girl was, it wasn’t her looks that took Jack by surprise, but the prominent, bulging muscles she boasted without having to even flex. This girl, whoever she was, noticed Jack’s shock and returned with a sentence that revealed her angelic voice.
 
“Hi, mista, I’m Luna.” She offered a handshake to Jack which allowed her dense forearm to pop without effort. Jack was too surprised by this oddity to properly return Luna’s kind words with a response of his own, but she didn’t mind. “I’ve got muscles like you too. See? See!” Giddily, she flexed her right arm up into a flex that revealed to Jack the fact that Luna was bigger at the age of seven that he was at twelve!
 
He didn’t know what to say. It didn’t help much that he was still saddened over being used by Judy. “That’s… that’s cool,” he said.”
 
“I can crush tin cans and everything, mista!” Luna lowered her arm so as to switch to her left leg, flexing it right in front of Jack’s face. “And watermelons!” Just who was Luna, Jack wondered.
 
He was only saved from his humiliation by the eventual moans of pleasure and creaks from the bed upstairs. Tom and Judy’s words were muffled, but they were no doubt pleasurable and teasing in nature.
 
Luna looked to the ceiling and giggled. “Mummy and Daddy are moving furniture again.” Her innocence to the true nature of her parents’ actions were adorable in a way. “They do it every day. Sometimes all day.”
 
Jack turned back to Luna with more surprise than before, having realised what was just revealed: Luna was Tom and Judy’s daughter!
 
Could this day get any weirder, Jack thought.



Author's Note: I had this random idea for story pop up in my head earlier today (yes, I managed to write this in a day) about a peeping Tom watching hardcore muscle sex. The inclusion of Luna at the end was a last-minute thing, as the initial ending was when Tom and Judy went off to fuck. Over time, what you've just read is what the story developed into. I'm not sure if I'll continue this into something like a series. If I do, I'll likely change the title to reflect any changes made. Please, let me know what you thought about this.

[Trinitus]

Great story as always Amno.
It is something about how you write sex scenes that make them stand out from the rest. As for continueing this story, it's always an option but don't you have like 3 other stories in progress already? Just thinking that adding yet one more would either decrease the overall quality or make the wait longer between chapters. Just my 5 cents.

[Amnoartist]

Great story as always Amno.
It is something about how you write sex scenes that make them stand out from the rest. As for continueing this story, it's always an option but don't you have like 3 other stories in progress already? Just thinking that adding yet one more would either decrease the overall quality or make the wait longer between chapters. Just my 5 cents.

Yeah, I realise I've another 3 series on the go, but it's just a thought at the moment, really. Honestly, I don't see where I could really go with this anyways.

[Amnoartist]

Project Artemis
Written & edited by Amnoartist
Chapter 1: Looking To the Future
 
The board directors looked on with wary eyes, catching Jane’s own nervous glances to her boyfriend Chris, who looked at the data pad only to save himself from being stared down by the vultures in black suits. The young couple had prepared for this moment months in advance, knowing it would come, pouncing on them when they least expected it, but—
 
“We’ve come to a decision, Miss Banks.” The man who talked first was presumably the oldest, a balding chap with greying hair and horn-rimmed spectacles. They hid his dimming eyesight well, but wouldn’t do him much help today, as most of Jane’s presentation came in the form of a slideshow a few feet from where he sat. The only youthful thing that remained in this man was his voice.
 
Jane gulped. Looking to Chris, she hoped he would be able to provide some level of help, but this was her moment. Chris, for this decisive moment in the couple’s history, was nothing more than the maintenance man making sure everything ran smoothly – luckily they did. The couple were a duo of aspiring scientists and wore typical white lab coats with a pen in their breast pockets. Of the two, Jane was perhaps the most contrasting. Indeed, they both shared the same passion for science and degree of intelligence, but Jane was the most – simply put – attractive. That wasn’t to say Chris was unsightly. It was just—
 
He offered a brisk glance to the striking blonde when she wasn’t looking, smiling at the fact she was now, finally, about to have her moment in the sun. Both just hoped the board was optimistic and willing to listen and be progressive.
 
“This ‘Project Artemis’ is… interesting.” That was the only thing the bespectacled board member could really say about what he was shown. What was his name again? Harold Kingston, wasn’t it? Maybe his other associates felt differently. At least, that’s what he thought. He removed his glasses to rub his eyes. Looking at that in-depth slideshow for the better half of an hour put a great deal of strain on them.
 
Jane felt hopeful in that Harold was the staple to bringing Artemis out of the shadows and showing the board – and soon the public - the full extent of its capabilities. It showed that those extra months’ work definitely paid off. She looked at Chris again and it was evident he shared her enthusiasm and hope.
 
“It’s interesting, but could also be endangering.” Harold flicked through the document he and his fellow board members were given prior to the presentation. In it, the characteristics of Artemis were listed in depth: increased intelligence, body mass and strength, with potential to gain even more; enhanced attractiveness and heightened appetite; augmented bust size— It was all geared towards a female iteration. Given Harold’s predominantly conservative nature, he wasn’t all that happy a male version wasn’t the focus instead. But he wouldn’t openly admit that. “Given the increased intelligence, what’s to stop this ‘Artemis’ from using it for their own selfish means? What’s to stop them from hacking into a bank’s server and robbing us blind?”
 
Chris knew Harold had a point. But he and Jane were well-prepared for something like that, should it ever come to pass. Thumbing on the data pad, he sent a signal to the smartboard behind Jane that recreated ATS-1, the mock-up appearance of Artemis. The couple didn’t know what she would look like by development’s end, so had to make do with the estimation on the screen. Chris pointed to the flashing blip at the side of Artemis’ brain. “We’ll install a chip in her cranium that helps with rational thinking. You know, differentiate between right and wrong.”
 
The opinions of the board members were starting to shift, but given nobody but Harold had explicitly given theirs, it was hard to tell whether it was a good or bad thing. The further development of Artemis was hinged on their support.
 
“Wouldn’t she be able to do that anyway, given the increased intelligence?” The girl presumably no older than nineteen sat directly ahead of Harold at the table; a raven-haired beauty with quite the bust that were no doubt enhanced by silicone, which certainly got the other male members attention, save for Harold's. Not to mention her long, bare legs. She seemed a little too young for being a board member.
 
“An increase in intelligence does not necessarily make for a better person.” Jane took a seat at the head of the table. Chris followed suit, seated at the side in front of the door, packing his data pad into his brown duffle bag. “Some of the more intelligent people were known to be serial killers.”
 
“This brings me back to my point.” It seemed Harold was becoming less and less impressed with the couple the more they spoke. He looked at Artemis’ characteristics again, specifically the enhanced strength. “What’s to stop her from killing someone? She’d already be stronger than you and I put together. And given this is just the prototype stage, who’s to say she won’t end up even stronger when development ends? And you state there’s potential for even more growth afterwards.”
 
Concerned murmurs came from the board. Harold was right. It was one thing to look at Artemis as some kind of man-made evolution, but another, far more sinister thing altogether when it came to thinking the scientists just might create an unstoppable monster. Clearly support for the project was quickly falling apart and the young scientist couple’s dreams were dashed.
 
“And with the increased intelligence, what’s to stop Artemis from becoming aware she’s controlled by the chip? If she removes it, what then?” Harold could see he was breaking into Jane’s heart and ripping it apart word by word; biting her lip, she supressed tears – she hadn’t found the need to do that in God knows how long. Chris wasn’t all that ready to give up just yet, however.
 
“We’ll add a safeguard to the chip.” Chris didn’t think he’d have to come up with something like this, but really wanted to see Jane’s project to go public. “If Artemis becomes aware, it’ll kill her instantly.”
 
The sexy-legged woman looked at Jane with pity. It was clear her years-long dedication to the project would amount to nothing but wasted time. The blonde had ruined relationships in her effort to see her idea come to life. Now nothing but self-hatred brewed within her.
 
Harold shook his head in disagreement. And with that alone, Artemis died. Without unanimous support from the board and absolute assurance nothing bad would go wrong, the project would have to be put on ice indefinitely. It was heart-breaking. It wasn’t so easy to start a completely new project, especially when the couple were just coming out of one that took years of their life and had indefinite potential.
 
“You can’t do this.” Jane was livid. In a matter of moments what seemed like hope had revealed itself to really be anguish in disguise. It wasn’t so easy for her to just accept how things turned out. She wasn’t good at accepting defeat. How could she act otherwise? From concept to prototype, Artemis took the better half of four years to develop. It was like a kid to her.
 
Chris knew there was no point in siding with Jane, even though he wanted to. He was more rational with the situation and embraced the blonde in an effort to console her. He would have to, if he didn’t want Jane to burst into hysterics and cause a scene. She sobbed into his chest.
 
“They can’t do that.”
 
Chris guided Jane out of the conference room. He wanted to say something not all that nice to the board – specifically Harold – but knew it wouldn’t help at all. Instead, he maintained consoling Jane. A cup of tea and fresh air might do her some good. She would, of course, still be angry, but at least wouldn’t cause any property damage.
 
As the couple left, the raven-haired board member maintained her pitiful expression before turning to Harold with disdain, who himself seemed to take pride in knowing Jane’s hopes were dashed.
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“We’ll figure something out.” Chris only said that because he knew it would comfort Jane to some degree. Truthfully, he was drawing a blank about what could be done about the project. A thought crossed his mind about doing it outside of regulations – away from the board, illegally. But he knew Jane had standards. Indeed, she was passionate about Artemis, but knew it would be impossible to work on it behind bars. “We’ll give ourselves a couple of days to think about it.”
 
Jane heard Chris’ words, but was distant. The project had so much potential and no one was able to see past their conservative ways. Harold was nemesis to her now. Wind cut through her curls as she sighed, perched dejectedly on the pavement’s edge with a polystyrene cup of tea in hand. Behind her was a portable coffee stand her hot beverage came from.
 
“Forget it. Years of work – fucked in the blink of an eye.” Jane didn’t want to divulge as much to her lover, but she found that old bottle of gin the side compartment of her seat in the car, stashed it into her pocket and poured a generous amount of it into her tea when Chris wasn’t looking. Having never had much experience in the matter to know otherwise, the blonde had no idea she poured enough gin into the tea to make her sloshed. Or maybe she did know and just didn’t care. Her speech was evidently slurred, so that was a dead giveaway. She laughed drunkenly, dropping the cup onto the road. “Like I was with you last week.”
 
Chris rolled his eyes. How was he not able to notice Jane’s drunkenness until now? Perhaps he was just so caught up with the jaws of defeat. He witnessed Jane shamelessly struggle to pull down her trousers to reveal her underwear and jumped to his feet to stop her. Jane had every reason to get drunk, but spouting abuse at the customers wasn’t exactly her forte. Could this night have gotten any worse?
 
The limousine pulled into the small carpark just as Chris wordlessly, shamefully pulled his lover’s trousers back up over her waist as the other customers at the stand watched. The car was familiar to the couple, or at least would have been if Jane’s eyes weren’t so hazy. When it stopped, the rear window rolled down at a dramatically slow pace, eventually revealing the raven-haired beauty from earlier. It was understandable Chris wasn’t so happy to see her.
 
“Coming back to gloat, have you?” Chris held Jane close to his side, knowing her drunkenness would only emphasise just how angry she was with the board’s decision. Th smell of booze came from her as she sighed with effort, an arm dangling out to the side.
 
“On the contrary, my visit bears news you might find pleasing.” The lamppost’s moody orange light emphasised the woman’s long shapely legs, next to which a copy of the document given at the presentation. She picked it up and feigned flicking through the pages. “I’ve reassessed this manuscript you issued earlier and wish to back the project’s further development independently.”
 
“Fick you” Jane responded drunkenly with a pointed finger. Staggering backwards against Chris keeping her upright, she could feel the need to spew coming on, and wouldn’t hesitate to plaster this woman with it. Chris pinched Jane for her inflammatory statement. he didn't feel so antagonistic as her, believing this might be a change in fate.
 
Even though she clearly detested Jane’s lack of appropriate demeanour for the situation, the woman retained her supporting stance. She handed Chris another, curious pamphlet of her own that he silently inspected. It detailed what to expect from her if her support was accepted.
 
“By backing the project, I mean full funding, a team dedicated to its development, and assurance you will get whatever you need for whatever.” Judging by the girl's tone, she was serious. But this could easily have been a joke played on by the board. Or, just maybe, Artemis wasn’t so dead after all. Chris would’ve asked how iyt could personally benefit this stranger, but doing that would endanger the project even further. It was better to save it while it could still be saved than kill it with his own stupidity.
 
“Agreed.”
 
The woman smiled.
 
Jane grumbled drunkenly in protest. Right now she hated Chris for making a decision that affected them both when she couldn’t even talk straight. Maybe her opinion would be different the next day – after the hangover.
 
“We never got your name at the presentation.” Chris had seen this young woman hide at the back of the room earlier, but barely spoke. When she did, it was when things started going haywire for the couple.
 
“Georgia Thorne. When do you expect I’ll be able to pop around and see Artemis for myself?” Clearly excitement took hold of Georgia, eager to see the project this couple spent years of their lives on with her own eyes. Seeing the future. “Even if she’s just the prototype.”
 
“Oh, Artemis isn’t anywhere near the physical development stage” Chris admitted. He knew things would’ve been different if they had a human-sized test tube. Luckily the funding could help with that. “Besides, that isn’t her name either. We did consider Eve, but that’s cliché.”
 
Georgia nodded in agreement. The name Eve had been used a little too often for the first of something. A more appropriate name be suited, but Artemis—that sounded more masculine in nature than feminine. And before she knew it, the raven-haired heiress scoffed, finding humour in realising the perfect name was there all along.
 
“What about…Artemisia?” she suggested with a smile.



Author's Note: The original opening segment of this chapter was when Jane and Chris were about to introduce Project Artemis to the board, but then I realised it would be better if they were already in the middle of the presentation. I realised there's not even a hint of female muscle here, but that was deliberate. Maybe there'll be a bit of she-beef next time. As always, let me know your thoughts on this. Was the opening what you expected or not?

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[Amnoartist]

Project Artemis
Chapter 2: The Thing in the Jar
Written & edited by Amnoartist

Jane groaned. She was in the midst of suffering the hangover from Hell that was her own doing. Even as the marring pain drilled even deeper into her head, she somehow still had the willpower to look at the computer screen, albeit with hazy eyes. If it weren’t for the aftermath of her drunkenness, the blonde would’ve been able to see the database of hairstyles from different time periods and countries she’d established over the last couple of days.
 
These hairstyles were valuable to the collective effort in constructing Artemis, as they could be mixed and matched according to the simulation of her that was presented on the other monitor. It was a question of which hairstyles did and didn’t work with her appearance. The only setback was that the simulation would never accurately represent what Artemis would look like in the flesh when her time came.
The extensiveness didn't end there, however. Characteristics like hair and eye colour, height, breast size and even voice tone were also incorporated into the development of Artemis. When alive, she could very well be an F-cupped six foot redhead with a Soprano singing voice.
 
Jane could hear Chris talk to Georgia in the distance about modified DNA samplings and how they helped with Artemis’ development. Jane could tell Georgia only acted interested about what was said because she was the benefactor. Not to mention that was how women just sometimes behaved. Or maybe it was genuine interest. Who knew? The redhead would have to be fascinated by the concept of Artemis to some degree if she was willing to pour millions into funding its development further. Albeit, away from prying eyes.
 
“So, you said something about you and Harold not seeing eye-to-eye?” Chris handed Jane a cup of coffee, a freshly baked hot cross bun and two paracetamol. It wasn’t often he had to care for his girlfriend like this, but the prior circumstances permitted her. Who know what she’d be like now if Georgia hadn’t stepped in to show her interest in the project. Maybe she’d still be drunk “What’s that about?” Chris added.
 
Georgia took a seat next to the groaning Jane who’d already apologised twice for her behaviour the previous night. The scent of booze still lingered in her breath, but was hardly something for the classy redhead to be contemptuous about. She had, admittedly, been in similar situations herself. She crossed a leg and smiled.
 
“He’s just cheesed off about the possibility of me taking over the company instead of him.” Georgia was perfectly aware Harold had more years of experience in working for the company than she did, especially when most of that experience came from working as a duo with Georgia's father, but conversely, she had relations with certain people that could help elevate her status there. She was interested not in the money, but what the company stood for – unlike Harold. “That tends to be the case when you’re the CEO’s daughter.”
 
Georgia remained hopeful that she’d get the position when the time came, but opted to work her own way up until then. It took time and effort just to get where she was now at the R&D development, but the knowledge and experience gained from it all was invaluable. Sure, some difficult choices were made for the company, but they were all for its collective betterment.
 
“Your father’s the CEO?” Jane queried with slight incoherence. That full bottle of gin really was a bad idea. No more drinking from now on.
 
Georgia nodded.
 
“Then why a desk job? In fact, why a job at all?” Chris pondered why this redhead with presumably millions at her disposal found the concept of a day job even remotely interesting, let alone would want to fund a science project that could very well fail. Anyone else with that much money would probably be sunning up in the Bahamas or some private island right now, not sitting and sharing a coffee with two selectively social scientists.
 
“Just because I have the millions, doesn’t mean I have to use them.” Georgia sipped from her coffee. Before the lavish lifestyle was thrust upon her in her early teens, she was raised in a small country home by her parents before they revealed themselves to be rich and successful. At first, the girl never understood why they did this, but later realised it was their attempt to make her appreciate the things she had – to be humble. “But when I do, I make sure it doesn’t go to waste.”
 
Chris smiled at the girl’s heart-warming words. It allowed him to contemplate the true value of his and Jane’s work. Perhaps it was more valuable and worthwhile than even they thought. And to think Georgia could’ve used that money for more lavish and selfish means instead.
 
Glancing to the two-tier shelf above her, her attention was caught by the medium-sized jar that contained an embryo. She’d seen them in all kinds of science-fiction and horror movies before, but in real life it was all so different and surreal, especially when it was so close to her, within arm’s reach.
 
“Is that--”
 
Chris followed the redhead’s gaze and smiled. He was wondering when she’d be noticed. Reaching outward, he grabbed the jar and with great care set it down on the desk between the couple and Georgia. Now that it was even closer, the embryo appeared bigger, like it wasn’t an embryo at all, but a fully-developed baby.
 
“This… is Artemis.” Jane couldn’t help herself from hiding the small smirk that came after Georgia set eyes on Artemis. Millions was being funnelled into the developing and nurturing of an infant? Maybe the money was wasted after all. Even so, Chris could see the redhead’s evident disappointment and confronted it head-on.
 
“Now, I know what you’re thinking: Did I really just waste my money?”” He gestured for Georgia to take a gander at the second computer monitor at Jane’s left that showed the simulated mock-up of Artemis at full development. She would presumably be a little over five foot nine, with a muscular build and weigh two hundred pounds equated to ninety kilograms and a muscle/fat ratio of 80/20. “Provided everything goes smoothly, this is what Artemis should look like.”
 
A slight sense of relief welled within Georgia. Curiosity soon followed. She wondered when development would reach its final stage. That was to say, when would Artemis’ eyes open for the first time? Georgia hoped it wouldn’t be weeks before that was even a realistic goal.
 
“When do you think we’ll be able to reach the final stage?”
 
Chris and Jane looked at each other before the blonde offered a small chuckle. Again, they were happy, but Georgia this time felt left in the dark in not knowing why.
 
“Actually, we’re ready now. We just need your consent to go ahead with it,” Jane confessed. It was clear she and Chris actually lied about just how far in development they were with the project. But that didn’t mean Georgia’s backing was unnecessary. Provided Artemis was a success, a great deal of money would have to be spent on her welfare and further advancements, and even more if she failed and a second attempt were to be made.
 
Chris nodded.
 
Georgia was surprised by the couple. They were sly, but she found that to be an admirable trait. It showed they were willing to do anything for the project. There was enough money to make Artemis, but after that—
 
“Alright then. Let’s go.” Georgia smiled.

///

“So how does this work exactly?”
 
Georgia watched with curiosity as the infant Artemis was carefully inserted into the lab tank filled with green luminous liquid by a machine. It was certainly morbid to watch but everything starts somewhere.
 
“It’s pretty simple really.” Chris sat by the computer monitor keying in commands being sent to the tank. These commands helped maintain Artemis’ condition whilst inside. Even though they’d run several simulated tests before opting for the real deal, Chris and Jane were wary things could go wrong – even after Artemis’ eyes opened. “Since Artemis was designed to, at ‘birth,’ be naturally stronger, faster and smarter than any normal human, we just have to bring her up to speed, so to speak.”
 
Jane noted Georgia’s evident confusion; a curved brow with half-open mouth. The blonde motioned for the classy redhead to check the screen next to her, and in doing so; she noticed what seemed to be a complex algorithm.
 
“Using this, we can determine Artemis’ physical prime, which at this stage happens to be within the age range of twenty and twenty-five - the same as us.” Jane manipulated the computer’s mouse to open a new window that showed only the word ‘Initiate’ over a green backdrop. “I press this button here; Artemis rapidly matures to an age somewhere within that group. Provided everything goes smoothly.”
 
With that said, everything was set. All that needed doing now was Jane to press that button, and all the group could do then was wait and hope. Georgia implied the go-ahead with a gentle squeeze on Jane’s shoulder, prompting the blonde to start the process that would determine whether their lives’ work was a success or travesty.
 
The tank started whirring and formed a wall of bubbles around Artemis whose condition was readily being monitored by the anxious Chris; he bit his lip nervously as his eyes stalked her vital signs: heart rate, blood pressure… There were a few spikes he worried over, but remained hopeful.
 
A notification popped up on Jane’s screen - one that took even her by surprise. She knew the process would be fast, but—“She’s reached fifteen already, Chris. Five foot one inch.” Another notification soon followed suit. “A hundred and forty pounds.”
 
“Is that bad?” Conversely, Georgia didn’t expect the maturing and growth rate to be so fast. She initially presumed it to take a few hours at least. But now there were signs that suggested it could be over in the next few minutes. The algorithms and simulated tests just might’ve been inaccurate.
 
“I’m asking that myself, actually.”
 
But then—it stopped. The bubbling subsided and the whirring quietened to the point that all could be heard was the trio’s anxious breaths. Revealed from the dying bubbles was a naked, fully developed and muscular Artemis, still down for the count. Her readings on Jane’s screen showed that she aged to twenty-one, weighed just a little over a hundred and eighty pounds with a muscle/fat ratio of 80/20. The most surprising thing to Georgia was—
 
“She’s a skinhead?” Georgia held no prejudice against bald people. She just expected the person – if Artemis could really be called that – to have hair.
 
“Heh, no.” Jane suppressed a small chuckle. She expected someone within the group to shout out some kind of Frankenstein-esque eureka in celebration of Artemis being a success, but also knew it was a little too early for that. She needed careful monitoring for the next twenty-four hours and couldn’t be rushed even now. For her to be a proper success, Artemis’ eyes would need to open on her own accord. “Her hair will grow in time. And given how fast her maturing was, I imagine it wouldn’t be that long.”
 
Chris keyed on his computer again, commanding a robotic arm inside the tank to fit what he took to calling the Ethics chip on the back of Artemis’ head.
 
“So, what now?” Georgia felt at a loss. Just where exactly did she fit in all this?
 
“Right now, we wait until Artemis wakes. At which point…” Jane confidently pointed to the tasteful redhead with a smile. “That’s when you come in. We’ll need to maintain her progress, so those teams you offered in the contract would be of use to us. Not to mention her.”
 
Georgia understood. It was a matter of playing the waiting game now. Whether that was going to be a couple of hours, days, or even weeks didn’t matter. What did was whether Artemis woke or not.
 
“We’ll let you know,” the blonde added.

///

That night, things turned out to be a little different than Chris planned.
 
“Are you absolutely sure about this?”
 
Knelt at his knees, Jane looked up at Chris with mock anger; her perfect breasts lay bare jutting out just a few inches from his evidently erect cock. She could hardly believe it. He was actually protesting against getting a BJ? Did he have any idea how seldom the couple actually succeeded in something and celebrated?
 
“Wouldn’t be stroking you off if I wasn’t.” Jane wasn’t exactly the most experienced when it came to sexual pleasure, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t willing to try. It was nobody’s fault but their own that more time was spent working on the project than doing the deed on a regular basis. “Now just relax, eh?”
 
Chris was presently more concerned with Artemis’ condition, but that apprehension soon faded in sync with the sigh he offered when Jane engulfed him. She was still relatively amateurish with her movements, but then, so was he. She gagged a bit, but persisted and pulled her hair back, determined to please Chris. He held her shoulders firmly to keep himself steady, yet the girl misinterpreted and went deeper, practically deep-throating his meat.
 
Amateur or not, they were clearly both enjoying it.
 
Eventually Chris climaxed into Jane’s waiting maw with an arching shudder and moan, and she eagerly swallowed his offering before sticking out her milk coloured tongue.
 
“Thanks for that,” she cooed.
 
The couple was evidently pleased. But little did they know that concurrent with Chris' moan, Artemis was starting to wake.



Author's Note: Don't worry, some she-beef will be in the next chapter. I can guarantee that. Just wanted to take things slow again to create a sense of suspense. And yes, Jane just might be a nympho!

[Amnoartist]

Outsized By Your Sister [P]
Written & Edited By Amnoartist
Chapter 1: Bets Placed

A few days back I polled by Patreon supporters on which "Part 1" should be posted on here next, and the winner was Outsized By Your Sister. This series is arguably different from most of my other stuff because it's a second-person perspective story and it (clearly) focuses on the relationship between siblings - "you" and Katie. There are another four parts available to my patrons, if you're interesting in the continuing tale. Hope you enjoy

Every so often, there comes a time when placing a bet is more a bad idea than good, for instance, when someone bets their last dollar on something, or maybe even their car. It’s never good when that happens. You found that to be the case when you bet with your younger sister, Katie.
 
It all started when you got into an argument with her over which gender was the strongest…
 
“Nu-uh, females are the stronger gender, their bodies are specifically built to withstand great pains like pregnancy.” Katie was livid at the prospect that males were stronger – the same view you repeatedly stuck by whilst flaunting your outrageously built physique, as if that alone was enough to prove the point. “They also mature faster,” she added.
 
Even if that were the case, you weren’t having any of it and did whatever you could to block out the droning on Katie imparted; you reached down and pulled up a dumbbell from the pyramid rack – a 70-pounder – and started curling, offering a somewhat heartless grin at Katie through the mirror. You weren’t always a total asshole – just when Katie brought up the suggestion that females were stronger than males, which just never could be true.
 
That was then. Now things are much different – hilariously so. But before we get into that…
 
“Fine. How about we bet on it?” Katie knew you to be quite the betting man when money wasn’t tight, so right now she had your interest piqued. Watching you turn to her with a curved brow, the petite blonde smiled. “Let’s see if I can…um…make my arms grow fifteen inches within a week.”
 
“A week?” You knew it was physically impossible for anyone to make their arms grow fifteen inches within that space of time. At least without hormones being ladled into them like soup. It was almost cute that Katie thought she could actually pull it off.
 
“Yeah, a week.” Katie was serious about it too; her face had been scrunched up into a stern pout – a unique characteristic from the girl that made it known she wasn’t kidding.
 
You couldn’t stop yourself from bursting out into a fit of laughter at Katie’s suggestion, knowing she couldn’t grow one inch larger within the space of a single week, let alone fifteen. But you’d at least humour her – it would be a nice way to teach a lesson. “Okay, one week. No backing out, you hear?” Your voice held an air of derision that Katie noticed, but didn’t react to. Doing that meant the bet was lost before she even had a chance to start.
 
Katie smiled smugly. She had no intention to back down, eager to put you in your place.
 
///
 
The Next Day…
 
Katie’s eagerness to prove her point stirred a secret, relatively unknown fire within, as she woke up the next day far earlier than usual; she yawned at dawn’s rise, the sun bursting through her window as if to personally rouse her from her otherwise splendid slumber. You were still asleep in your room and would not, in all likelihood, wake until midday.
 
Already a step ahead by being changed into her workout gear, Kate would normally have a bowlful of chocolate flakes for her breakfast alongside a glass of milk. But she set a goal to change her diet up in her favour to help win the bet, surmising every little helped. So, learning from your own dietary regimen, she cracked open a few eggs and made egg whites with toast. It was delicious, to say the least, but somehow she felt hungrier than usual; her stomach growled loudly, aching her insides slightly with her increase in appetite. Acting upon that, she went against her otherwise better judgement and used the remaining eggs to make more egg whites and toast, essentially leaving none for you when you’d eventually wake.
 
“It’s not like the eggs are exclusive to him or anything,” she said, before ravenously chugging the last forkful of egg white down her throat, now satiated until her next meal came later in the day. Katie found the gorging on food had resulted in a food baby that she found to be quite humorous; giggling, she stroked her gut tenderly for a moment, listening to the food gurgle before setting off to the basement gym. Her rookie’s mistake was working out on a full stomach – but little did the chirpy blonde know that by the time she’d reached the gym her stomach was flat again, as if no food had been in it at all!
 
///
 
Katie was nervous around the gym for once. Sure, she’d always seen and heard you work out daily, but it was a completely different feeling when she was the one doing the curls, squats and flyes. But her anxiety wasn’t crippling enough for her to back down on the bet she came up with.
 
“Alright, let’s see what we got here.” Katie scanned the different machines carefully, picking out the needle of a machine in the haystack of gym equipment, not entirely sure what was best to use. She knew to use something that would help make her arms grow fifteen inches to win the bet, but had no rightful clue what machine did what. “Hmm….”
 
Eventually, thankfully to be on the safe side of things, she stuck with the dumbbells you used yesterday. Carefully she picked a pair up, judging the weight in the hand. You had told Katie once in the past to stick with a weight that felt right in her hand, though it didn’t mean much to Katie at the time. If only she did – what would she have looked like now if that were the case?
 
A pair of 30-pounders felt just right in Katie’s hand. Wasting no time – and forever eager to win that bet – she slowly, carefully manipulated the weight in her grip, watching her form in the posing mirror, making sure there she stood upright and her arms were ever level where they should be. It was boring for her to stay so still, being the lively one of the siblings, but Katie pressed on, as did other things; little did she know – like with the food baby – her arm was swelling with growth and power each time she brought the dumbbells up. Her innocence to the motion made Katie believe it was just a pump she was experiencing, but she would soon learn thar that was not the case.
 
“On my ninth rep already!”
 
Katie glanced down at her bulging arm with a brisk smirk, pleased with the ‘pump’ she was receiving. It was when she saw the veins suddenly bulge and pop to the surface of her skin that she realised the bizarre yet advantageous truth: she was actually growing ever so slightly with every rep.
 
It was strange – not to mention scary – to look at, at first, but the apparent rapid increase in size proved exciting to Katie; dropping the dumbbells carelessly, she pulled her arms up into a flex, watching the ball-sized limb rise to an impressive, vein-crusted peak, thrumming with the slightest ripple of growth, adorned with deeply defined cuts and grooves. And those were just her arms!
 
Glancing behind her, Katie turned her attention to the leg press with a smile as the blossoming of an idea came into existence. Her now larger arms hung at her sides, the growing blonde shrugged her way towards the machine and squarely sat on it, setting the weight to around 2000 pounds – a little over your current max!
 
The first press was both heard and felt; the sounds of a wet sponge being drawn out and shorts slowly tearing echoed across the gym as Katie winced in sync with her determined rep, calves visibly quaking and twitching in the impending build-up to grow in size and power. As they grew, so too did her quads; ballooning outwards in a violent fight to be contained within the blonde’s shorts, but to no avail, eventually tearing under the seat to expose her hardening glutes. It seemed every part of her grew, whether it was being worked out or not; quads, calves, glutes, arms, shoulders, abs, even her neck widened from just moving this way and that with her eyes that watched the growing occur.
 
“Oh fuuuckkkk!” It was orgasmic. If Katie pushed herself hard enough, it wouldn’t be wrong of her to think she could outsize you within the next few minutes, let alone by the week’s end. And so, she did, adding not just more weight, but double it. Could this stand to reason that her growth would occur twice as fast?
 
Be that as it may, she pressed again, this time almost screaming with pain as the growth she sought was almost instant. Muscle fibres split themselves apart and rebuilt stronger in the blink of an eye, skin tissue visibly throbbing as it struggled to make space for the outrageously sized girl who pressed yet again, playing deaf and dumb to her gurgling stomach that sought food once more, abs pushing violently against its layer of skin, her panties on the verge of being sodden with love juice.
 
With a thunderous clatter the leg press collapsed under Katie’s behemoth weight, rendering it useless. Even so, her muscles seemed to continue their expansion, if even for just a moment; her calves rubbed together in their fight against one another for growing space, grinding this and that way, pulling and pushing until, in sync with Katie’s climax.
 
Eventually the growth stopped. Her bare legs dripped juice for what felt like a full minute before she found enough composure to bring herself back to reality. Grinning sadistically, Katie turned to her side as she flexed her calf in the posing mirror. The muscle in question must’ve been at best 33 inches thick and covered with layer upon layer of veins, each thicker than the other. Katie knew right there and then without looking that she was bigger than you. There was no questioning it – that much was certain.
 
“I can’t wait to see his face when he sees these,” she said in a cheery tone, bringing her arms up into a proud, shadow-casting flex, curious how large they were.
 
///
 
Later…
 
“43 inches. Your arms are…43 inches.” Your mind almost went numb at having to read out such an absurd number like it was an everyday thing. You pulled the measuring tape away, still coming to terms with how Katie got so huge in a matter of what had to be minutes. It was humanly impossible, at least without drugs, and you could tell she hadn’t used any; there was no horrifying outbreak of acne, no male pattern baldness or any negative effect associated with hormone use. And yet, there she stood - thrice your width.
 
“You know, when Mum finds out about this, she’ll flip.”
 
Katie didn’t really care for what her Mum would say, at that moment, “What about my thighs here.” She knew she had you under her thumb at the moment, and couldn’t resist being smug about it, if even for just a little while. That would teach you to think twice about which gender was stronger. She flexed her right quad out in front of you and watched the gaping massiveness undergo the slightest dose of growth; the same wet sponge sound was heard. “I’m reckoning they’re about 50 inches, give or take the growth there.”
 
50 inches? That just had to be a crazy number to think about, surely? You weren’t so ecstatic to find out if it was the truth, either. “I’m thinking less, like 43 again.”
 
Katie smirked. “Want to put a bet on it?”

[Amnoartist]

Interview With A Mass Monster
by [Amnoartist]
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INT. GYM:

Carly, an unnaturally beautiful blonde, exudes confidence as she smiles into the camera, to the side of which, just out of view, is the interviewer. a slight cough comes from him as he prepares his notes and list of questions for Carly. the interviewer's own confidence might be deterred by the fact he didn't expect his guest to be so big.

INTERVIEWER:
Hey, this Chris, and this BTV. Today, I am interviewing one of Britain's up-and-coming bodybuilding starlets: Carly Winnick.

As excitement comes over her, Carly can’t stop herself from giggling energetically at Chris. Predictably, this simple motion causes her traps to flare and ripple. A series of indecipherable mutters come from Chris upon seeing the display.

CARLY:
Thanks, Chris! It’s great to be here.

Chris laughs nervously.

CHRIS:
It says here that you started working out at the age of sixteen. Now eighteen, how does it feel knowing you’re arguably one of the country’s greatest - and biggest - in the world of bodybuilding?

Carly giggles again, although this time her tombstone sized pectorals in turn flex and grind together, seemingly pushing her chest further towards the camera.

CARLY:
It feels great! You know, when I first started working out, I only did it to keep myself fit and healthy. You know? I looked at myself in the mirror one day and something just…clicked.

CHRIS:
And how did your parents and family react to the changes you made to your body? I imagine they were a bit sceptical at first.

CARLY:
They were, yeah, my father especially. He wasn’t all that keen on the idea of anyone - let alone a girl - less than half his age curling the fridge like it was nothing before they turned eighteen.

An obvious gulp comes from Chris as he shifts in his seat, the leather creaking.

CARLY:
But they eventually got used to it. It wasn’t long before they saw the advantages in me being buff. I often helped my Dad jack his car up so he could fix it and stuff. That, plus I uprooted the old tree in our back garden.

Awed murmurs come from behind the camera, Chris sharing in them. Carly offers a knowing smirk.

CARLY:
That was all before I turned eighteen, of course. When that happened, I just seemed to cut myself loose and packed on more and more beef.

Chris coughs to hide his surprise as the distinctive rustling of paper is heard off-shot.

CHRIS:
When competing in your previous bodybuilding show, you measured well into the fifties. This surprised the judges, obviously. What exactly contributes to your growth rate? Genetics? Pure luck? Hormone use? And how big would you say you are now?

Carly offers a scoff, as if to suggest she knew this particular slew of questions would come eventually. She rolls up her sleeve and turns her attention to the near mountain she has for a bicep, decorated with a layer of cute veins, the muscle itself giving a slight rumble as it forms into a peak.

CARLY:
Nothing but genes, Chris. No hormones involved. I can understand why the judges were wary at the time, but the gathering of trophies I have on my mantle proves I had nothing to worry about - then or now.

CHRIS:
How do you maintain energy for a body so large? You must be eating your parents out of house and home, surely?

CARLY:
Heh. Well, let’s just say I eat more in a week than you could over two months.

Chris laughs nervously. A look from Carly suggests he might find her statement hard to believe.

CHRIS:
Humour me. How many calories would you say you consume over the space of a week?

Carly starts to think, taking every factor of her religious diet and workout regime into account, muttering incoherently to herself before a confident grin forms.

CARLY:
If off-season, I’d say I eat around nine hundred thousand calories a day. But when I’m preparing for a show, it’s easily five or six times that. So five million and four hundred thousand calories. I’m not eating my parents out of their food, though. I got sponsorships and deals over the years that see me stocked up throughout the year. I make sure to let them know if I need more.

The camera feed shakes and Carly offers a near girlish giggle upon watching the cameraman struggle to keep himself steady, obviously giddy with either nervousness or excitement. It’s most likely the latter, however. Despite being somewhat moved, Chris manages to maintain his professionalism.

CHRIS:
What’s a typical training day for Carly Winnick? I hear you need some form of an obsessive trait to make it as a bodybuilder. Would you say that’s true?

CARLY:
That’s the thing, Chris. Like I said, it’s all in the genes with me. I don’t really have to train. It—

The camera zooms into Carly’s chest as it starts to bulge, the fabric of her top shifting, moving this and that way in its attempt to keep itself intact, but the knowing grin she displays indicates its all futile, that eventually the top will be no more and her already massive chest will become more so and laid bare for not only the film crew but the general public watching live, worldwide. Eventually, the tightest of her top becomes more apparent as rips of various shapes and sizes start to form, her chest meat literally rippling gently as more beef just somehow starts to pile itself onto the oddly composed girl. It all finished just as soon as it started, ending by way of a definitive rip forming down the centre of Carly’s top revealing her ever-powerful chest.

CARLY:
—just happens.

A seemingly awkward silence follows. How exactly can the interview continue? Millions of people watching it have just witnessed a teenage girl growing in front of their eyes. It will be impossible for them to say it was faked, given it was live. Chris will have to do something that ensures the interview continues. Perhaps he can use the fact Carly just grew to his advantage.

CHRIS:
How often would you say you grow like this? On a daily basis? Weekly? A sort of ‘Time of the Month’ thing?

CARLY:
Honestly, it’s random. Sometimes the spurts are big and can take up to a minute before they settle, others are when they’re just little tremors. The bigger ones hurt and affect every part of my body, while the tremors just make an isolated muscle group larger. What you just witnessed was a tremor.

CHRIS:
And you have no direct influence over these growth spurts? You can’t choose when you want to grow or how big?

Carly shakes her head.

CARLY:
I wish that were different though. If I could either choose when or how big to grow, I’d be bigger than every person in this room combined.

Chris coughs in an effort to hide his surprise, the strategic rustling of paper follows suit.

CHRIS:
Let’s talk about your goals for a bit. As mentioned previously, your arms are already well into the fifties. What about the rest of you? And how big exactly do you want to be?

CARLY:
I’ve made a habit out of measuring myself daily considering I’ve grown overnight a couple of times, so I know most of my current measurements. My biceps are fifty-six inches - sixty if I manage to get a beast of a pump; My chest? Well, it’s hard to say what it is now, but it was seventy-eight before we started; my quads match that size, with absolutely no thigh gap whatsoever…

The camera pans down to Carly’s thighs to examine them. A lattice of veins decorates the pillar-like chunks of she-meat. As she claimed, there is no thigh gap to speak of, but the muscles within them are clearly rubbing together agitatedly, implying they’re building up to something.

CARLY:
My calves are a little bit smaller, unfortunately, but they're still something to behold. a lot of watermelons have been crushed between them too.

The camera changes position, moving to Carly’s right calf as she positions it in such a way that all of its heart-shaped massiveness can be seen. It’s so large that it practically fills the camera’s lens, forcing the cameraman to adjust it. The calf’s definition matches something akin to Da Vinci’s great works. A marvelled gasp comes from Chris, who is clearly surprised by the girl’s muscle.

CARLY:
As for how big I want to be. Meh. I’d rather keep you held in suspense about that.

The film crew chuckles softly, amused by Carly’s optimism The camera pans back to display the full width of Carly’s quads. This was not without intention, however, as she starts growing again; a tremor coursing through her legs as they grind and mash together in their individual attempts to obtain space and outsize one another. But they seem to grow in tandem - as one. It soon becomes clear that her new gains in mass and weight are proving to be too much for the couch she sit in, as it offers both leathery and wooden groans of protest until her massive form finally sinks its full weight into the couch, causing it to crumble.

CARLY:
Oops, sorry about that.

Chris laughs nervously.

CHRIS:
That’s okay.

Carly chuckles energetically. The camera pans round to face the smiling Chris who is blind to the fact the film crew positioned behind him all sport evident erections.

CHRIS:
That’s, unfortunately, all we have time for today. Join us next week as we take a tour of Carly’s home, where she promises to show just how strong she really is! Carly, anything you’d like to add?

The camera pans back to Carly, who concludes the interview the only way she knows how: by pulling her arms up into a front double bicep pose that fills the camera's lens.

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Outstanding! 

Love both the muscle size, definition, and strength that Carly seems to have. I voted for a workout with her, but I don't mind seeing her and hopefully some very lucky guy (or girl, your choice) making love. k+!

Well, you know me: I tend to lean towards girl/girl moments, but why not both a guy and a girl? ^_^

[Amnoartist]

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Roid Monster
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Chapter 1
 
Doris smiled, standing before the mirror in a glitzy purple bikini that seemed to strain her gargantuan muscles without having to actually flex. The growth hormones she knew were powerful, but God, she definitely didn't expect to grow so fast. It seemed she was able to grow even slightly just by flexing. Her chest bunched up, she felt the respective muscles rip and tear under her skin to build themselves anew; stronger, larger and more defined. It was a well-known fact women shouldn't be taking steroids to grow muscular out of fear they'd "change." It was especially dangerous for women her age, at sixty-five years-young.

Her left leg pulled out in front of her, she crunched down into an abs and thighs pose, listening to her stomach muscles ripple and bunch up as they rose to the surface of her skin, practically close to bursting through from so much mass. But she didn't care. If anything she cared for, it was the want to just become even larger, even at the cost of her skin rupturing from it all.

Of course, Doris' want to become muscular was planned. Initially, she found the idea rather absurd but later came to appreciate the benefits from it all: the ogling from passersby; the neighbours asking for workout and diet tips. If only they knew. And - again, of course - her becoming muscular was also deliberate.

Over the years, Doris often questioned why her grandson Jamie was also alone. That was to say, why he never had a girlfriend. At first, she presumed it was because he was actually gay and didn't want anyone to know that. Honestly, neither of his family would've been up in arms about it. But over time, Doris came to realise Jamie was actually interested in a very particular class of women: muscular women. More specifically, muscular women around the same age as Doris. Originally, she was creeped out by the notion but later came to accept it.

Before long, one thing led to another and she eventually decided to buy some hormones to bulk up and give Jamie some nookie. That was weeks ago though. Doris wanted to wait until she was biggest she could possibly get before taking Jamie for the ride of his life, whether that meant she'd have to wait weeks, months or even a year didn't matter.

She slapped her quad and grinned predatorily as the muscles flexed, jutting forth to match the same degree
of freakish beefiness she just so happened to lust after, the idea of yet more mass turning her on; her muscled clit throbbed under the scantiness of her bottoms. Admittedly, they strained to the point that the slightest rip could already be seen in the fabric, despite having only been worn once before. One or two more doses of the hormones would be enough for that little rip to transform into a full fissure exposing the woman's genitalia in all its beefiness. The idea of that being a potential reality was enough for Doris' to start dripping.

Next up was a three-quarter turn pose. As predicted, her bikini top pulled at the back as her lats flared up to match the rest of her monstrous bulk. She tried to refrain from grunting but the widened mass was just too intoxicating, thus a near-orgasmic moan escaped from the woman's lips just as the fabric started to pull tighter. Her biceps climbed higher too, boasting a defined split running through the peak that must've been at least fifty inches. Bearing in mind she hadn't pumped up yet, it stood to reason her arms could've been even bigger! Her veins throbbed wildly, indicating the latest injection of the hormone was starting to push its way through her body.

A spent needle dripped a curiously blue liquid onto the windowsill. The first few doses worked like magic, pushing the woman's size, appetite and sex drive to inhuman levels. To her, the injections were more like a way to self-direct evolution than an illegal substance. The very first injection saw Doris able to lift the living room couch and give her husband hours-long sex without breaking a sweat. When he eventually tired out, however, Doris was still ready, horny as ever, so set about finding ways to placate her needs. That led to her pleasing herself well into the next day.

When the second injection came, Doris saw fit to test her strength to the max - at least, what it was at the time. Even though lifting the couch was a walk in the park at the time, the follow-up dose saw Doris strong enough to finally get rid of that old tree in the garden herself, no tools required. She never knew how easy it was to do a bearhug in general, let alone use that as her tactic to uproot the tree. The strength display permitted a generous dose of growth as her biceps pushed against the bark and cracked it like an egg before pulling the tree upwards until it was raised high above her head. The odd squelching sounds that hinted at the woman's growth was music to her ears, as were the moans of pleasure that came from her husband not even two minutes later as she pulled his pants to blow him.

The next pose was side chest. A network of thick blue veins channelled their way through her body in their attempt to push more of the hormone through it, bubbling small doses of growth along the way. Doris had quite the pair of tits on her throughout the years, which might be one of the reasons why Jamie liked the prospect of older women. But of course, her breasts dissolved over time through working out and near constant use of the hormone, replaced with an almost manly, squarish chest built upon nothing but pecs and she-beef. Not that Doris cared. Her chest gave off a weird sound as it started to expand from the impending, inevitable growth. How she had longed for this moment. The small, delicate tear in her bikini top became more prominent as if it was starting to fall victim to the woman's increasing mass. Admittedly, it was inevitable; everything the woman wore eventually became nothing but a pile of torn rags.

Her clit throbbed. Everything about the woman grew following the injections. It started to swell outward at first, peeking through the sides of her bikini top before the pulses became more prominent and started showing through the fabric, twitching and writhing in anticipation. When it started to grow, it only stood to reason that Doris' arousal was spiked in tandem. Normally, she would rip her undies off to please herself, but that wouldn't be the case today; instead, as ordained, her bottoms fell victim to the rapidly increasing bulk and thickness of her muscles and clit, prompting it to snap away from her crotch and reveal her genitalia in all its glory! Even afterwards it continued expanding outward only slightly, releasing fleshy squelches and displaying thick veins.

A crab most muscular next. It was in this pose that everything about the woman seemed to grow all at once, becoming thicker and stronger, wider and sexier, tighter, veins suddenly bursting to the surface of her skin from the back, legs, arms, abs-- The smile that came with it only cemented both the arousal and excitement for what laid ahead. Doris might've planned to pop Jamie's cherry, but that didn't mean she couldn't have some fun of her own beforehand. With three fingers, she started rubbing her clit. It had become so tight, it was as if she was still a virgin. That would prove to be beneficial in the hours ahead. She could feel her vaginal muscles involuntarily clamp down on her digits as a dose of growth suddenly flared into existence, making the woman drool slightly. It seemed the clit play played a part in all of this. Before long, she pulled out and revealed her love juice sodden fingers before sucking the liquid dry, her inner thighs dripping.

When her clit stopped pulsing, Doris ran her wet fingers across her twitching chest as its growth, too, started to calm. Her nipples erect, she fondled them for a moment in lustful silence, picturing the impending moment between her and Jamie. How would be best to start pleasing him? Give a blowjob? Maybe do a little pose routine? A feat of strength? Or maybe she'd just go straight into the sex? Either way, he would enjoy it.

[big easy]

OMG! What an amazing start!!!! Can't wait for more

[Jimthehunter54]

Usually I’m not really into older female muscle but man you’re right is so good that I have to say very nice excited for part 2