★Memorable Author: El_Roy_1999] Bigger Secrets *Illus* [giantgirl7foot2]

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Also, karma!

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When Wes came home, he once again noticed Monica wasn't there. It had been like this before when she had to do some overtime, but recently, it had become the standard of their relationship. He quickly stripped off and took a shower, careful to not let his clothes lay on the floor. The last weeks had definitely made him more conscious about housekeeping. Fuck it, he had become the housekeeper. Until recently, he just hadn't cared about it, even though Monica had occasionally talked about splitting chores. He had ignored it as typical nagging. When she had told him to take care of the cleaning, he had obeyed.
After all, his woman was enormous and VERY persuasive. As he cleaned himself, he soon found his hand moving to his dick. He had to admit, she was incredible. He had never imagined being with a woman like her and there he was. She was incredibly tall, slim and getting increasingly strong. They had arm-wrestled recently. He had managed to beat her, but barely. She had been really annoyed by this. He could tell she wanted to be stronger, more powerful.
It turned him on, but it also worried him. What would he do if she turned herself into a man? One of these bodybuilder women he had seen on TV? They weren't exactly feminine, to be true. Not at all. On the other hand, if he was honest with himself, he had to admit they turned him on. Having these huge muscles, all ripped and bulging ... Maybe it was gross and unnatural, but it did look awesome.
He was probably going nuts.
Wes finished jerking off, washed and went to clean the living room.

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"Okay, so this stuff is not illegal?"
Monica looked at the growing number of little bottles that Jason extracted from his sports' bag. He shook his head:
"It's illegal to use this in official competitions and they're controlled substances, so you can't buy or sell them normally. You need a license and a medical reason to buy them."
He took out a folder of the bag:
"And here it is. A friend of mine is a specialist. You've been diagnosed with a very complex disease that needs to be treated with this."
"How can this guy still be member of any medical association?"
"You're really looking for problems, aren't you?"
"Well, I don't want to get in trouble."
"Then you should back out. Where I'm taking you, there's nothing but trouble. But also big muscles."
"Okay." She took a deep breath. "How does this work?"

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"Okay, guys. I've been hitting the weights really hard and I've been making some great gains."
Monica stood in front of the camera. She wore a very tight blouse. The short sleeves were being strained by her biceps, which had clearly become bigger. She wore a very tight, rather short pencil skirt and her new huge pumps that gave her an eight-inch-boost. She also had some black-rimmed glasses on and wore her hair in a bob. The fans were clearly happy to see her.
"So, who wants to see what I managed to do?"
Cheers erupted.
"Okay, so let's get pumped up."
She walked to a kettlebell she had recently bought and lifted it. She held it out on her extended arm and flexed her biceps. She went through a series of aesthetic poses, then returned to the screen.
"So, guys, I am now officially pumped."
The muscles in her arm were now hard, thick and there were some visible veins.
"So here's the moment you've all been waiting for."
She stood there, flexed her arms, relaxed them, flexed them again, harder. Her skin strained against the textile. She relaxed again, pumped again. Another time. With a sudden "ping", the two little buttons that held the sleeves up flew away.
She laughed.
"Wait, there's more!"
She returned to her kettlebell, pumped up some more, returned to the camera and went into a most muscular pose. She relaxed again. The blouse recovered as good as it could, but Monica did another most muscular. She added:
"Look at this. I'm getting huge."
She strained at the shirt.
The third time was the charm. With a tear, the shirt broke, pieces of fabric falling off her muscular physique. She stood there in her bra and grinned.
Behind her, Wes walked in.

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"What the hell is going on?"
Wes was understandably angry. He stared at his half-naked wife, the camera set up and the chat program spitting out comments like a machine gun. He continued:
"Monica, what the hell are you doing?"
She still tried to recover.
"Wes, you're home early ..."
"I am. And I still don't get what the fuck you are doing. What is all this?"
"Well ..."
The tall woman was unsure of what to say. Her short husband stood in front of her, barely reaching her breasts. She shrugged, then knelt down so she could be at the height of his eyes.
"Wes ..."
He was confused by this sudden show of dominance. He hesitated, then asked:
"Are you live?"
She nodded slowly.
"I am. I'm a cam model. I earn money. Money I need to build my body and be sexier. Do you understand? I am doing this for you."
"But I thought I earned enough money."
"You wouldn't believe how expensive this is. And it's going to get even worse. Any money is good money." She put her hand on his head:
"Because that is what you want, don't you? You want a sexy huge woman that dominates you and shows you your place, don't you?"
He nodded slowly, acquiescing the facts.
"I know. How much are you earning?"
She told him the sum. He sucked in the air.
"I understand."
"That's good. Don't worry. I'm going to make you happy in a moment. Very happy."
She flashed her biceps.
"Just let me switch off the camera."

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Wes found himself hogtied by the strong and pitiless arms of his wife. He was aware that he was still strong enough to resist, but his will to fight had left him. Feeling the rope against his skin made him hard. He knew that he was bound and that he could not escape. Monica had practiced her ropework on him over the last months and he new when he was beat.
She stood in front of him, towering over him and smiling.
With a tear, she removed the last remains of the bust shirt. Under it, he discovered a black lace bra. It pushed up her breasts, but he could see they had lost a lot of their volume. Instead, they were now being squeezed outwards by her slowly growing pectorals.
"Yes, my dear, I know what you're thinking. Your wife is transforming. She is turning herself into a peak specimen of the human race. Maybe even a goddess. That's what you call freaks of nature once they master their environment."
He struggled against the bonds.
"What have you been doing to yourself?"
"Well, my dear, I mostly trained a lot. But since I want some serious gains, I had Jason shoot me up with all kinds of drugs that make me grow. I'm going to get much more muscular than I am now. Just you wait."
"But why?"
"Why? You ask why? Look at yourself. You're pathetic. You're cute, but your're pathetic. The only thing that counts in this world is power. And I'm going to get that. First physical and mental power and then we'll see. You, on the other hand, are going to be weak. Too weak to resist me."
With these words, she flipped him on his back, dropped her panties and knelt on top of him, her sex coming down on his face.
"Now make yourself useful and lick me!"

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Instantly, she felt his tongue on her snatch. It was soft, yet rough, just as she liked it. Wes circled her clit at first, making her squirm. She bit her tongue as he worked his way down to her labia, occasionally thrusting it inside her. Her arousal was growing. He gasped as he realised that her clit was getting bigger and harder. He wondered when that had happened. The thing had always been pinhead-sized, now it was as big as the nail of his little finger. He decided to give it another lick and was instantly greeted by wetness from her cunt. He continued licking her, slipping his tongue-tip through the ridge of her hood.
Monica began working his face, grinding her crotch against his head. It felt incredible. He increased the intensity, her juices started overflowing. Soon, his face was swimming. He struggled to continue licking. She began to force her powerful legs together, encasing his face. She leaned back, reaching for his raging cock. She grabbed it with a strong hand and began pulling and rubbing it. At first, he thought she would tear it off, but instead, he felt the sensation grow ever more pleasurable. Between gasps, he heard her say:
"Yes! Please, more, faster! Come on!"
Her hand went faster now, cupping his cock's head. She rode him harder, drowning him in her cum. He fought for air, the asphyxiation turning him on even more. His face felt as if it would explode between her incredible thighs. He thought about their tremendous strength. Just when he envisioned how huge they would become, she came. She almost shot out a massive squirt, soaking him, getting it in his nose and mouth. He came this very moment, gasping for air and struggling to remain conscious. His cum shot all over the place like a fountain.
When it finally stopped, she looked down at him and said:
"Oh Wes, that was wonderful."
"Everything for you, darling."
She got up, freed him and tried to get her mess cleaned up. That's when she realised the camera was still switched on.

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The next day, Jason shot her up and had her practice her lifts. Once they were done, she said:
"I fucked up yesterday."
"In what way?"
"Well, I left the camera running. Everybody saw me and Wes fuck.
"What did he say?"
"He didn't notice. I just switched it off afterwards."
"So he doesn't know. Honestly, I don't think that's a good idea. He's going to find out and then he's going to be angry."
"I know. I just don't know what to do. If I tell him now, he's going to be angry and, well, he'd be right."
"Maybe there's a way to sweeten the bitterness."
"What do you mean?"
"How were the reactions?"
"Actually, quite a few people liked it. A lot. I have a massive amount of new subscribers."
Jason looked at her expectingly.
"Maybe you should cam together?"
"He'd never agree."
"Are you sure? If I had told you your husband liked to be dominated and controlled by a muscular giantess, would you have believed me?"

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Still, the situation brought a change into their relationship. A few days later, Monica confessed to Wes about the camera. He took it calmly, but was clearly unhappy with it. He said something about having to think about it and arranged for a construction gig abroad, taking several months. At first, Monica was disappointed. She had somehow expected him to deal with it. When he didn't, she decided to put the time to good use and focus on her modeling and camming career. She also went hardcore on her bodybuilding.
Jason was surprised by her sudden increase in intensity. She really hit her focus and stopped doing anything other than eating, training, sleeping and earning money. She followed a tight schedule involving yoga, martial arts, cardio and plenty of lifting.
Soon, all of this was paying off. Within a few months, her body evolved from fitness or figure to light bodybuilding.
She stood in front of the new full-length mirror she had bought and admired the complete package she had created. She was now both very muscular and also quite ripped, her diet having reduced her body fat accordingly. She looked at her prom photo and grinned, amazed by her change. She still couldn't believe she had let herself go in such a way.

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A couple of days later, she had one of these training sessions again. This time, her client was a young man, certainly not older than thirty. This was a welcome change to the usual midlife-crisis cases and the old men with money. He was quite nice and actually looked good enough to be worth another look. He was also rather short. Not a little person, but he hardly broke five feet. In her experience, people like that usually wore elevated shoes and tried to spike their hair to wring out some sad inches, but this guy looked perfectly comfortable. As she looked down on him, he said:
"That's incredible. Miss M," (That was her online handle.) "you are a fantastic woman. If I didn't know you were married, I'd propose to you right now."
"I do get that a lot. But trust me, you should get to know me first before you should even think about it."
She led him inside:
"I think we should start with our workout first, shouldn't we?"
"Of course."
He went to the bathroom to change. When he returned, Monica was surprised that the short man was VERY fit. He wasn't a bodybuilder in any way, but he did look like one of those beach guys. Like a rather short surfer dude. His training shorts also suggested big things down below.
Monica smiled. She had to admit, violating her "just training, no sex"-policy seemed rather interesting all of a sudden.

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They started with a little warm-up. She led through some stretching and she could see how he enjoyed looking at her muscular ass as she bent forward, squatted and did some poses. Next, she had him run in place and get his blood pumping. Honestly, watching her make her muscles bounce made him even hotter. She stopped him when she noticed his cock was hardening. Men usually complained about it bouncing around too much once hard.
Still, she decided the guy was worth the while. She said:
"Okay. Since you look fit enough, we're going to do some lifting."
She loaded a bar and said:
"I'm going first. Then, it's your turn. Got it?"
"Sure."
"Watch the movement. Wouldn't want you to get hurt."
She lifted the bar and began curling it. By the time she finished the first rep, her biceps were bulging and she was sweating. The guy was rock-hard. She put it back down and said:
"Your turn. Be careful."
"I will."
He followed suit. However, Monica wasn't quite satisfied with his movement. She came closer, laying her hand on his. She directed his movement and said:
"That's better."
"It's so good."

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How are the pictures coming along? I'm really looking forward to the next ones!

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When he was done, Monica was hesitating. Watching the guy work out made her hot. She had him rack the weights and clean up, then suddenly grabbed him and lifted him. He produced a surprised yelp and soared up in the air, finally finding himself suspended from her powerful arms. She was struggling with his weight, but she could cope. She said:
"Not bad. So, how do you like that?"
He slowly recovered his voice and managed:
"Wow. Wow. You're so strong. How did you do that?"
"Just a little trick I learned wrestling."
"You wrestle?"
"Of course. With a body like mine, I practically have to."
"You're incredible. You're my absolute dream woman."
"You keep telling me that."
She let him back down and he said:
"Listen, I know you're married to a lucky guy, but I'm willing to pay extra for your services."
"Services?"
"Wrestle me, spend time with me. Allow me to assist you in achieving your potential."
She hesitated, then said:
"Okay. But I'm warning you. This is going to cost you!"
With these words, she threw herself at him and slung her enormous legs around his waist. He gasped and tried to get her off, but she just laughed and squeezed.

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When she told Jason about this, he was rather unhappy.
"You are putting your marriage on the line. I doubt that it's worth it."
"Nah. I'm pretty sure Wes is going to love it. Besides, I've got big plans."
"I just wanted to warn you beforehand. Things like these get out of control."
"Whatever. For now, I have something else coming up."
"What?"
"I've done some research on the internet. I'm going to get some surgery."
"What kind of surgery? Breast implants?"
"You guessed it. But that's not all."
"Not a nose job, please. I hate those."
She smiled playfully.
"No. Why? Don't you like my nose?"
"No, of course, your nose is perfectly fine."
"Now you're just trying to get out of this. You hate my nose!"
"Not at all. It's a wonderful nose."
She laughed:
"Relax, I'm just fucking with you. I'm going to get my legs lengthened."
"Your what?"
"There's a new method that gets rid of most of the complications. It's expensive as hell, but the doctor says she can wring out up to four additional inches."
"Wow. That would make you ... 6'8" tall."
"Maybe even a little taller if I play it right. I'm going to be a giantess."
"But isn't that dangerous?"
"Probably. But imagine what I'll look like. In heels."

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A few days later, Monica checked in at the clinic. She did turn a few heads as she walked in, wearing moderate three-inch heels. She bent down to the receptionist, her muscles bunching against her clothes. She was wearing a minidress that showed off everything she had.
"I have an appointment."
The receptionist struggled to reply, finally managing:
"Uh. Yes. Of course."
"So, I'd like to see the doctor."
"Yes. Right away."
She was ushered into the doctor's office. The doctor was a youthful-looking fifty-year old with a trim, fit body. She stared at the huge woman that just walked in. The giantess sat down and said:
"I'm Monica. We spoke on the phone."
"Yes. Of course. But you wanted your legs lengthened."
"I did."
"You didn't mention you were this tall."
"You didn't ask. Actually, you did, but who cares. Anyway, I believe in enhancing what you're good at, so I'm going to take the four inches."
She cupped her disappeared breasts:
"And I also want something more up there. Something imposing and powerful. Give me some big boobs."
"I see."
"And fast too. I don't have all day."
"I'll see what I can do."